Nimrod stood there with tears in his eyes. He looked up and saw a torn man looking down at him with a smile. The man had a strange mark on the left side of his face, covering his eyes and down to his cheek; a scar of some sort. "Lord Cain... I am afraid." young Nimrod said. "Don't be afraid of what you truly are my little one." He said. "You see, even when my father, Adam himself found out what he was, he was scared too. He cowered under the fig tree next to the first mother and they shivered. But when you know your worth. You need to grasp that." Cain raised the sword up high. "As I have." Cain sighed. "As I have. But my time is running out, my young one. It is your turn to do what I have been destined not to do. Avenge for the death of my children."

"The d... death of your children?" Nimrod stuttered.

Cain nodded: "So ill-fated. So ill-fated they were. The forbidden race. My children who were despised, not only by the sons of my younger brother Seth, but also by every creature that walked the earth. Because they were descendants of the firstborn: The Murderer of God's beloved." He sighed sadly as he started explaining. "I am the firstborn Son. I loved the firstborn Daughter so, but Adam gave her to Able instead. So I hated him. But God saw through my hate, and refused to accept my sacrifice and instead took Able's. So I killed him in the plains under the great Mountain, thus God marked me and I had to live with my mark for the rest of my life. Father and mother couldn't bare to be able to look at my face anymore. The mark that God smote on me reminded them all of the murder that I committed. So I left. But before I left, I went to the cave of treasures and stumbled upon an Ark made of Gold, in it I found a piece of garment which was the only thing that was salvaged from Eden by Adam and Eve. So I stole it as I escaped down to the plains of Exile -- the Land of Nod. And I discovered the secret. The piece of garment told me how to look into heaven to discover the letters. So I looked, for a year. And every month, saw one letter affixed in the sky. When I learned all twelve, I drew them in the right combination. And thus, the other 10 letters were revealed to me. Only my children I taught. They became mighty and strong with the power of the letters, and even stronger when the angels came down from heaven. They came down to try to veer the sons of Seth away from my children. So the generations became, for thousands of years, my children ruled the world undisputed. But their uncontrollable powers were their downfall. And god decided to wipe them all off the face of the earth. I wanted to avenge for their deaths for so long. This is why I made this." He looked at his sword.

Nimrod pointed at the blade scaredly: "Wh... Why?"

"Why..." Cain smiled: "To rule Heaven of course. Nothing can rule Heaven, except the King of Heavenly Metals, eh...? Sar'anbar. That's its name." Cain sighed, looked at his sword again then thrusted the handle towards Nimrod. "Call it, and it will come to you. Never leave its side. Take the leaf too, but beware... For if others discover what the sword or the letters are worth, they shall be lead to ruin. I never knew the strengths of this Token. In fact, I don't know of all the things that it can do. The letters I engraved onto the metal proved too powerful for even myself. Wield it, and find out what you can do with it. My young one. Wield the King of Spades Token, until you claim your rightful throne as the King of Heaven."

Semiramis gasped for breath as she fell back. She got up on her knees with widened and watery eyes. "Oh my god."

Nimrod smiled: "So you wanted to know." She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. "Cain was alive? How did he survive the flood?" Nimrod shrugged: "He never told me. But the sword kept him alive with its powers of immortality. Until he entrusted it to me." She looked at him with a frown: "Without the sword, how could he have survived?" He looked back at her expressionlessly. Her heart skipped a beat: "Cain sacrificed his own life for you?" A tear formed in his eye. "He had faith in me. And the day he gave me the sword, I made a solemn oath to never fail him. And I never have." Semiramis smiled: "So that's the secret… Of why you are the greatest King in History." He nodded then added: "But being the greatest King in History is nowhere near what I rightfully should be."

There was a loud voice, it almost sounded as if someone was calling out for help. Semiramis fell to the floor with a fright fit. "What was that?" She shouted. Nimrod inserted the sword back into its resting place. "One of the souls enslaved in the letters." He said. She looked deep into his eyes: "What? They're enslaved in the sword forever?" He looked at her: "Yes, forever. They can never be freed. Because the letters make the sword unbreakable." She looked at him suddenly in a way that made him shiver. "Do you know the secret of the name? Do you know how the letters are arranged?" She asked. He looked at her: "That secret, Cain made me swear not to give out to anyone. If others knew how to invoke the letters, they would become too powerful for anyone to control. They can even claim to be Gods."

She looked at him and her eyes widened: "So YOU are the undisputed God right now." He frowned at her disgustingly then stood up angrily and walked towards the door. "I knew you'd never understand. You understood it exactly the way that it wasn't supposed to be." He slammed the shrine door and a loud echo followed.

She shrugged, but stood still for a moment.

She looked around the room. She walked towards the ceremonial table and looked around. She looked at the scrolls on the only table in the temple chamber and paged through them. They were just records of old stories and a record of the ancestors of Nimrod, from Noah's ancestors to Cush; Nimrod's father. She slammed the table with her fist. "WHERE can it be?" She looked around the room and sighed. "I know he has the secret hidden in here somewhere. But where? There's no furniture. There's nothing in here." She paced around the room several times and thought.

Then she stopped. She looked at the statues and stared at them. She walked towards Cain's statue and looked at him carefully. She noticed that Cain's scar was embossed in silver. She slowly touched it, the head moved. She raised her hands towards his head as her body throbbed with an un-understandable feeling. She raised his head and saw a green leaf folded carefully and placed in a small crevice inside the statue. She smiled to herself as she put the head down and slowly unwrapped the leaf. She blinked as she looked at the strange symbols lined up on it, there was a large Y under two intertwined triangles. It seemed as if they were etched by a twig in a very hasty and strange manner. She looked at the letters and felt as if they were calling to her. She reached her hand towards it and touched the leaf.

"Adam!" She screamed. "Oh my god. He's already woken up." She said as she looked at his dead body. An angel fluttered towards them "My Lady! What ails my Lord Adam? Why is he on the ground like so?" She shook her head as she shivered. "Raziel. Raziel. Please. I want you to do something for me." She said. Raziel bowed to her: "My lady. Let only the powers of creation be my limits, but as far as God has bestowed unto me. I will obey to the ones of whom God created from his own Essence." "Raziel." She said. "You are one of the few angels to know the secret of God's holy name". Raziel looked at her suspiciously: "My Lady, those who know have sworn an oath of secrecy never to reveal the name unto anyone." "I know it, Raziel. It's what God said when he let the Universe know him; it's I Am the One Who Was, Who Is and Who Will Be For Ever and Ever." She said. "I want you to write that name, Raziel. Write it so that we can see it, when we awake." Raziel frowned: "But why, my lady?" Eve was crying uncontrollably. "Raziel. We've made a mistake. Because of what he did. Satan. The damned. He tricked us..." Raziel looked around: "Lucifer was here? I must call on the Host." "No!" She screamed. "Don't. I don't have much time. I'm going to die, just as Adam has."

Raziel looked at Adam's corpse and shrugged: "But how can you die if your soul is God's and God is Eternal?" she shook her head: "It's not dying as in cease to exist, rather die and be reborn in another consciousness. A consciousness in which we will forget what we truly are and where we came from. Banishment as you angels understand it. See, I want you to write it up, write the name of God, so that we can remember when we look up into the heavens." Raziel shrugged: "What do you mean write? What is, to write? I do not understand what it is you wish me to do." Eve grabbed one of the leaves that she used as a garment and grabbed a twig. She etched something onto it and another and another then showed it to Raziel: "As you make sound when you speak the name, so can each sound have symbols to represent them in writing. That is what it means to..." Suddenly Eve choked as she realized she had stopped breathing: "I want you to divide..." She said with great difficulty: "...the name of God into symbols and arrange them like the shape of the tree of life in heaven." Raziel nodded at her: "Understood my lady, I will gather a curation host so that we can get to work at once." He said and stared at her as she choked in pain and fell down dead.

Semiramis woke up gasping for breath. She coughed. Then realized she was just day-dreaming. She looked at the leaf then sighed. "So I wanted to know." She repeated Nimrod's words. She put the leaf back into the statue, wearily, then stopped. She smiled to herself then whispered into the air:

"You are mine now."

(Continued...)