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And in those days it came to pass that the reclusive Watchers, Sons of God, estranged brethren of the Elohim named Deva, gathered together on the summit of Mount Hermon, there to decide whether to bring Enlightenment to the Humans they lived amongst. Up spoke Samyaza, who was of their leader's blood, saying that he feared the Devas would strike him down if he did this alone, that he alone would have to pay the penalty for this act. He feared his fellow Watchers would Fail to involve themselves, hiding away in the seventh heaven from which they Observed. At this they all answered him, saying "Let us all swear an Oath, and bind ourselves by mutual imprecations not to abandon this plan, but to do this thing", and thus it was decided. Only two hundred were the hosts of the Watchers, yet they all went out among the people. By them was taught metalcraft, forging ore, smithing tools and armor, medicine, the lore of all plants, the movements of the planets and the stars also, the art of pigment and paints, and Enchantment as well. But most importantly they taught Wisdom, and gave laws and justice, to show the right way to walk the Paths. It was not long until love grew between the two peoples, and soon the Watchers gave unto their people many sons and daughters, fruit of their union. Yet these were children of the Watchers and partook in the might and glory of that lineage, tall and handsome and healthy, with both keen minds and the inner spark inherent in their blood besides. These were called the Fallen Ones, for they were from the Watchers the first ones of their kind born in that place, and this name also meant Wondrous, for so did their families consider them. Now it happened that their neighbors saw the prowess bestowed upon that people and grew afraid, not knowing of the Wisdom that tempered it. "Surely they will ride out against us" they cried out, "and their Fallen Ones will make fall our armies, taking our homes and fields, striking us down and leaving our tribes as dust." Far did their cries and laments carry, and soon Above Dyeus, Phter of the Elohim, saw that the tribe of the Fallen Ones flourished, and knew it as Transgression. Then said he unto Metatron, highest of his Daeva: "This cannot be, for the Watchers have given unto Mankind secrets which are Ours alone, and in mingling their blood they let mortals have what they should not, and one day they will seek to be like unto us. What should come were they to share also the fruit of the tree of Life, making man to live forever?" And so he bade the Elohim to send a great Deluge, for to wipe out the Fallen Ones and their peoples unto the last child, and he bade the generals of his Daevas to hunt down the Watchers, to bind them in deep chasms and prisons, so that never again could they Transgress thusly. With this they sought to forever wash that forbidden knowledge away from humankind, but knew not that they were far too late. Four generations earlier one of the many scholars who sought them out was Emmeduranki, great grandfather of Utnapishtim and seventh patriarch after Adaman ha-Kadmoni, and what Emmeduranki took away from his visit he carved into a temple of his own. Though he could not recall the whole of the Watchers' lore he still managed to fill two pillars. In this fashion was the intent of the Devas denied, and before they could learn of its existence and remove the temple from Saïs several empires and civilizations had already sought it out and learned from its teachings, each making their own copies of what they remembered after departing. When that city was built did they claim Neith as patron deity, who was known as the origin of the Sons and their Enlightenment, ans so was there also to Neith a shrine dedicated in that temple of Sebek wherein the remains of those teachings rested. An inscription there was to read on that shrine, saying "I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be, and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised." So potent were those secrets held there that through them was made possible the great undertaking whereat the innumerable races of man in that region sought to construct a celestial dwelling of their own, at Babel. All of the treasures and wonders they ever had did they employ towards this end, whether of their own making or exotic imports, but it would have been all to no avail had they not the design of old found in those hallowed halls. Yet that place was not to be, and like all cities before and after it came to an end. But the secrets locked withing those stones and edifices were dangerous indeed, and in their undoing was released powers so great that all towns and habitations bordering that wide ocean, yea, across that entire part of the world, were lain low and stood no more, no stone left on stone.


All except Zau, protected against this second Deluge as it had survived the first, and as civilizations once more grew forth it was well known as the sole place that remained intact from that previous era. When the Greeks, like their ancestors before them, much later came to know Zau they understood Neith as their own goddess Athena, and soon began to believe that Athena too presided over learning, crafting, war, tactics, weaving creating and certain waters. So much were they taken with her that they made a grand city bear her name, which grew into a home where those who sought for truth could flourish and the Love of Wisdom could be embraced freely at last. In that city was born Solon, who traveled far and wide, and visited the temple at Zau besides. Him from whose writings the later world would owe most of their knowledge about that which the teachings of the Watchers spoke of, though his notations would not be seen or heard widely until having been passed down in his family for two generations. And yet did none of them who shared in that inheritance know what befell of the Sons of God, for those Elohim pursued them across the lands and the firmament both, seeking ever to smite them with the wrath of the Dyeus Phter, and to cast them into the bottomless depths of the oceans, scattering them for ever. Flush with their victory and the righteousness of their triumph they then erected a mighty temple and fortress, from which they made to be sure that the designs and the Word were not again preempted or corrupted. Guarded from mortal eyes and entry was it, and well, for its gates were of Zurvan alone, being fashioned with the fruits of labor from his brightest scion, who is lost. Here did they hold court for untold generations remote from the peoples of the Earth, until at the last the encircling stars descended from their place of dwelling that is hidden by the Sun. Unleashed by she who reveals their home and granted passage by the gates did they lay waste to the temple of the midday night, and the Daevas could not stand before them without being cut down like corn before the scythe. Thus did they pass from this world, leaving their hallowed halls empty and abandoned, to be forgotten by all but the oldest legends. Their spoils untouched and their secrets locked away, until ages had turned in their wheels and a single explorer, ancient and terrible, passed through its gates at last. So was it recorded not in the annals and books of old, in scrolls or tablets or glyphs of stone. Untold were these truths in their totality, with none to record or bear witness, and so were they not ever written in any place but the secret hearts of humans, which dies not as other things do, but return ever and always.

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