Follow The Respectful Procedure

However, if it decides you are not worthy. Well, there really isn't much more that needs to be said; now is there?

It will ask you, "Why have you come before me?"

Quickly tell it, "I seek passage over the bridge."

It will take its time, before answering, "You lack the knowledge to accomplish such a deed."

Be brave, little one. Once these words depart your lips, there is no turning back. The creature towers above you, "I seek the knowledge of the Forbidden. I wish to know, "What is the image of God?"

It will slowly lift its head. Close your eyes! Shut them tight! You will hear its body creaking like breaking branches of a tree. It leans close, taking in your scent from the air. Its hands hover and encircle over you. The fingers glide in the air, following the shape and curves of your body; coming ever so close but never quite touching you. A deep, quivering exhale of breath escapes the creature's mouth, and it makes contact with your skin. It caresses your face with one hand as the other rises slowly to embrace your head from the nape of the neck. Its bony fingers envelopes your entire head from behind. Even with your eyes closed, and its mouth unseen, you can tell it is pleased with what it holds. You can tell it is smiling.

It will grab you by the wrists and lift you off the ground The ferocity of its grip is both sensual and violent. You're dangled helplessly above the ground as it brings you closer to the face hidden in the shadows underneath its dark and worn hood. Its breath coats your face with a cloud of prickly dust that stings your face. Droplets of saliva fall from its mouth and hit the ground as a scabbed tongue emerges from underneath the hood. It slides and probes the entire surface of your face until it finds particular interest in where your eyes rest. It is here where it wants to enter.

The cold lumpy tongue will start pushing and poking, squeezing and groping the tops of each eyeball through your eyelids. You feel the shame and demoralization intensely from the molestation. Pressure builds in your head from your closed eyes as it continues to violate the fragile organs that hide behind your thin lids.

The scabs feel like hundreds of little fingers. Its fingernails quickly find where your eyelids meet and begin to scratch viciously to try to pry them open. Shut your eyes tighter. The little fingers intensify their efforts to dig into your eyes with raw and obscene desperation. One of the scabby protrusions bursts, coating your face with a hot sticky tar-like fluid that slightly burns. The putrid afterbirth from the abscess spill onto you as the tongue continues to throb relentlessly on the surface of your closed eyes.

Suddenly the tongue withdraws, and there is silence. Keep your eyes shut and wait. Eventually, you begin to make out a faint sound coming from the being. It is a cross between a moan and a hum. It's not quite a voice singing as there is no melody to the sound, but like melodic singing, there is a flow to the tones and variation in the intonation. Listen carefully, and the words will emerge for you to hear.

"It happened after the sons of Adam had multiplied in those days. The angels, the children of Heaven beheld them, and some became enamored with the image from whence he was created. They conspired amongst each other and said, 'Come, let us select for ourselves from the progeny of men.'

"And so, we were drawn unto them by insatiable hunger and thirst; a sensation unfamiliar to our kind. We then swore all together, and all bound ourselves by mutual execrations to abandon our holy station. We descended upon Ardis, which is the top of Mount Armon and devoured all which the labor of men produced.

"To our delight, the flesh of man cried out to us in return and embraced our new form. They loved us, and we came to love them. Never had such pleasures of skin, pleasures of sight, pleasures of the tongue, and pleasures of the mind been experienced by any living thing. The man was shown the wondrous transcendence of the grotesque and revealed to the vile decadence of purity.

"During our time together, we taught them sorcery and incantations. We gave them knowledge of the forging of metal and healing with herbs. We instructed them in the ways of architecture and mathematics. We revealed power so great it allowed them to command the atom from within the rocks of the mountain and from the water of the sea. We freed their minds and released them from the enslavement of the Father. In turn, they worshipped us and their love for us strengthened. They basked in our adoration, but it was not true love we bestowed. It was a deception.

"Our actions and deeds came with dire consequences. We had angered the Creator and desecrated His creation. Mad with rage, the Father plunged His hand into the fabric of reality and altered the delicate strands of fate and possibilities. With his divine manipulation, He altered the pattern and set into motion a new future in the predestined plan. We had been judged. We had condemned ourselves and humanity to an eternity of suffering and pain. Our bodies would be scorched and burned until the end of time in a lake of fire and brimstone.

"However, all was not lost. For we had discovered the forbidden secret: Man. They were our true salvation. We prepared and molded them in our image, and when there were ready, we begot the Nephilim.