The Surprise

Part III

The Surprise

With the lust of a madman, and the hateful furry of a bull he grabbed Buer tighter and swifter than a shark, they were leaping over solid ground and water in spite of their dimensions, and were on the big island within a few minutes.

Bellowed Semyaz with a smug face: ‘I will make him share her!’

Buer looked at him hesitantly, added, ‘He wasn’t there when I left, but it is possible, he did return; if so than what? (It had been a few hours now since Buer had left the big island.)

‘Yes, yes, but he’ll be back, and when he comes he will face the consequences.’ Buer smiled.

Quickly, not to anger Semyaz, Buer took him to the Princess’ abode, there in a canopy bed she lay, naked, her breasts covered by her arms, her legs slightly opened, her smooth stomach exposed to his inquisitive eyes and thirsty mind. They both stood in the arc of the doorway drawling as if they were beasts ready for the kill. Semyaz noticed Azaz’el wasn’t there, ‘Aye, yes that is great,’ he whispered under his breath. Then all of a sudden she woke, looked about whispered in a comforting and feministic voice, a luring voice: ‘Is that you, is that you my sweet, my Azaz’el?’

Semyaz, now assured Azaz’el was gone for the moment, stepped out and forward bravely from the archway, as Buer remained standing back, just where he was before, behind Semyaz, and in back of the arch. He stepped slowly to her bed, she looked frightened: her eyes opened wide, ‘Azaz’el, have you changed forms?’ she asked, for she had never seen Semyaz, she concluded; Semyaz wanted to say yes, but he had too much anger inside, and revoltingly said ‘No! I am Semyaz, and you will bear my child, and without hesitation, he jumped on the bed, and entered her by force.

She did not fight, noticed Semyaz, not as he expected her to anyhow, as he would have expected her to had she been his old friends lover, or should someone take from him what was his, he would hope she’d fight, but she didn’t and that was on one hand good, on the other a bit nervy. He pondered this, as he was still inside of her, adding: “…why does she not fight, or say: ‘Azaz’el will revenge me?’ This kept going in his mind as he remained mounted, and almost broke her spine, on the bed.

Then Semyaz looked behind him, and Buer was gone, he could be heard in the hallway though, talking to someone. ‘Aw,’ moaned Semyaz, ‘it must be my enemy Azaz’el.’ Then as he pulled himself out of her, she covered herself up—jumped out of bed as she sat in a thin wooden chair not far from the canopy-bed, somewhat, trying to hide under some covers, as if a fight was about to take place. As if to protect her from what was coming. Then a shock came, a huge figure stood outside the archway, but it wasn’t Azaz’el: mortified, he looked closer, then at the covered princess, said with a pathetic tone, ‘Ura’el-lllllllllllllllllllllll-!!!!!!!!!!!!’ he knew now he was to be taken to the pit, the abyss, or possible to be thrown under rocks and bound like Azaz’el was. As Ura’el stepped in closer, Semyaz knew he could not escape, no one escaped from Ura’el, no one at all, ‘I’ll go without force should you tell me what I want to know?’ knowing he’d have to go anyway, but he was hoping Ura’el would weigh the moment and save his energy for another battle, and tell him what he wanted to know.

And so Ura’el gave him his word he’d tell him, once he was bound and tied with chains, and his word was beyond reproach, not as Semyaz’ was. Then as he cast him down into the upper part of the pit, and just before he was to toss him lower into the abyss’ darkness, he explained: ‘The echoes of Azaz’el’ revenge was heard by Buer, and he made a deal with Buer and Gusoyn, who made a deal with the princess to entice you off your island, to again defile yourself, and thus, end up with the same punishment he was now suffering, thus, he know your weakness.’

Said Semyaz, ‘You mean to tell me, Azaz’el is still buried?’

‘Yes,’ responded Ura’el.

‘And what was the cost of this to Azaz’el?’

The princess would gain the treasure, for demonic beings have no use for it, but she would be their slave sexually. And so you see, your bellowing to the Most High was not only heard by Him, but by your archenemy.

Semyaz Meets Azaz’el in the Pit

And there his sarcophagus drifts
Beneath the towering abyss cliffs
Stretching out of the dark deep
(With all its weight, sealing his fate),

No light,—no day, only binding chains.
Lost, forgotten in the sands density.

Where no travelers have yet been
No roads or skies to befriend
Faceless skeletons, silent voices
They all embrace in this veil of dark
Embrace, by looks: face to face
Hungry, to fill the emptiness of space.

[As Semyaz meets Azaz’el]

Author and Poet Dennis Siluk
http://dennissiluk.tripod.com