The First Technomancer

The First Technomancer

1st Edition April 2012

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The First Technomancer
Copyright ©
2012 by
Rodney C. Johnson
&
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Chapter 1. The Devil
Comes...

Chapter 2. The
Underground City

Chapter 3. I Am The
Merlin

Also
by...

About The
Author

Who said Merlin is dead? If my discovery at
Granith Tor is any indication, the man who history recalls as
Merlin Emrys roams this universe still. Certainly the Lady Imogen
Drake's recovery and restoration of the weapon Excalibur to King
Odin confirms the existence of the warlord Uther Pendragon, which
implies also a King Arthur. Geoffrey of Monmouth and Sir Thomas
Mallory just didn't get all the details exactly right. There is
little doubt. Merlin was real! Born of a demon, he was both a would
be Messiah, and madman of the forest glen.

–
Oriole 'Orin'
Amirjeen, Private
Correspondence With The Arclayht Triad

[653 BC. Achaemenid Empire, Persia]

The pillar of whirling sand and white fire
resolved itself into a form, that of a humanoid male, notably
though, a winged being, whose crystalline-like feathered pinions
folded down and out-of-the-way, to be hidden beneath a billowing
black shroud. Glancing about, the sharply goateed man sighed, while
he thought:
Transmutation requires of me much too great power to
build such a crude shell in order to contain my code's resplendent
likeness. Yet, it's the only way to interact with these creatures.
And I have a goal!
He painfully realized without Araboth's
resources he'd need be very mindful with his matrix. No new pod
awaited for him to hatch out of, no resurrection for an outcast.
Though, that thought provided him a mirthful chuckle, what he was
about to do here went against all Vril culture and teachings
regarding death and life.

Indeed, the newcomer to Earth did have a
goal. His rebel Legion had gathered intelligence that El-Shaddai,
his very own twin brother had begun to lay the groundwork for their
father's master plans, and that it somehow involved persuading
these humans to join them in everlasting faithfulness.

Better to beat them at their own game.
He thought.

The newcomer had a name. Actually he had a
host of names. This was not his first time on Earth, and the humans
who either feared him, or embraced him here applied varying terms
of accuracy to his personage. Upon his expulsion from Araboth the
title Shaitan stuck, though his one and only proper appellation,
Iblis Jinn would've been his preference to be glorified under.

Iblis Jinn realized hunger clawed at his
newly materialized internal organs.
Mortal coils are so
fragile.
Bodies born of sand and fire require nourishment.
Ah, but
he thought,
yet only with a body can I father a
Messiah!

On the shores of
Lake
Urmia, Iblis Jinn came to a village. The sun had begun to set on
the horizon leaving a warm orange haze in the sky which reminded
Jinn of Araboth.
Someday I shall reclaim
my place in Heaven!

More immediate matters
however called Iblis back to the moment.
Food!

The smell of roasting meat
reached Jinn's flaring nostrils, his mouth watered. Sweet aromas
played on the air. Corporeal lusts overcame him. Refined Vril
senses detected human females about; they were a sort of addiction
to his kind. “First food, and then I shall choose.” He said to
himself even as his mortal coil surged with primal needs. As he
walked past a fire pit in the center of the village his urges fed
the flames which reached upward in a roar hot enough to forge
steel. Dancing girls and onlookers paused in wonder at the
enlivened fire as well as the stately shrouded stranger now in
their midst which it had heralded. “I've come from a long
distance,” Iblis said.
Across the stars,
to tell the truth.
Yet he did not say such
to these humans, still barely risen up from the great deluge which
had nearly wiped them off this small planet. “My name is Iblis
Jinn.”
Let them remember it!
He thought. “And I seek food and shelter, good
people.”

Now these humans were no
fools. They could recognize something 'other' about Iblis Jinn.
Fading memories of star travelers, one time Annunaki masters, who
long ago had ruled over mankind, persisted in the collective
memory. Even this place's name:
Urmia
– Watertown held a connection
to those Sumerian starfarers, who had fled, yet left behind
remnants of themselves to be misunderstood, or ignored. Never mind
a few genetic monstrosities to haunt their once slave, gold mining
humans. Yet these Parsua tribesmen
did not
see Jinn in that way, for he was Vril and not Annunaki. They did
not behold evil, but a marvelous burning light that now walked
among them.

Iblis Jinn casually
wondered if these mid-level beings could appreciate his place in
their creation.
Without me, my
grandchildren, there'd be no Annunaki, and humanity itself born
from a seed which I had planted. El-Shaddai dares try become lord
of what I rightfully rule over!
Too bad
his twin brother already had begun a propaganda campaign against
him on this planet. He and these humans were truly brethren.
He lost his claim to these humans when he cast me
out of Araboth.

If this were to be their battlefield, Iblis
Jinn would hammer for himself a legacy here.

“You are welcome to join us.” Responded a
short, roundish man with a white beard. “I'm Hooshyar, headman of
this village. Come sate your hunger my Lord Jinn.”

And sate his hunger he did.

Lustful almond eyes fell upon Iblis. The
women hungered for him. His presence ignited in the human females a
sexual want. For days on end they served him. Fed and washed him –
this stranger from afar, with crystalline-wings. For in their sight
he was magnificent, a man of superior build and razor sharp
wit.

Yet, though he could have any among them.
Only one female caught his eye. Though she did not know it, she met
the Fallen One's requirements in detail. Her DNA, combined with
that of his own would birth the type of offspring Iblis Jinn sought
to carry on his mission here.

In modern terms Shaheen would have been 'A
looker'. Tall, proud, with keen smoky eyes. She alone among the
village women did not fall over herself to please Iblis Jinn, even
though she, like her sisters swooned for him.

That is why when Shaheen
arrived at Iblis's cave, his sanctuary and laboratory, carrying a
tray of food and drink, the so called
Prince of Darkness,
reacted with a measure of surprise when he looked up to see the
curvaceous woman who stood over him. Rising from a seat where he
wrote on a lambskin scroll, Jinn welcomed the beauty before him.
“Most unexpected Shaheen.”

Despite herself, Shaheen blushed under his
piercing blue gaze. No person she had ever encountered had such
vibrant blue eyes, or reddish hair, with its strange touch of
metallic gold. “My sisters had other duties...” She bit her bottom
lip. “You're our guest Lord Jinn, it's our people's obligation to
be sure you are comfortable for as long as you stay among us.” She
glanced away, said. “You've given us many gifts.”

“I am a man who only desires to make your
lives easier. For I can see grand potential in you as a people.”
Iblis said about his bestowing of advancements to this small group
of humans. In his opinion the Annunaki had kept these creatures far
too stunted, there was an innate fire to grow in humanity which
needed feeding. “My desalination filters will help supply you water
for generations.”

“You're not a man.” Shaheen said moving a
pace closer to him.

Iblis Jinn straightened to his full imposing
height, his chest out thrust.

“Not a man?” Iblis grinned slightly. It had
not been meant as an attack upon his maleness, that he knew. “If
not a man, what am I?” He let his hand, with its claw-like metallic
nails brush suggestively across the tops of her full tan breasts,
which bulged out of her flimsy maroon top.

Breathless Shaheen uttered: “A son of God,
sent from Paradise to walk among mortals.”

God!
Iblis fumed, a term
which in his estimation proved to both be oddly accurate, while
also being exceedingly misleading.
If only they knew, how The
One has been chained by Its own physics. The Divine Artist, a
demiurgic force indeed, yet inexorably hobbled by Its own
transcendence!

His metallic claws brushed aside a thin strap
which held atop her maroon garment to make bare for his enjoyment a
full inviting breast with a nipple already erect. The Lord of
Darkness nibbled upon her nubile, exposed fruit.

Shaheen exhaled, and with her own hand
dropped the other strap to provide for him a full view of her ample
breasts. Silky fabric piled at her sandaled toes as Shaheen shimmed
out of her lower garment making herself totally nude.

Scooping her up in his arms, Iblis carried
Shaheen over to his bedding. A nest of richly woven fabric and
pillows, meant to hold many occupants in love play. Gently the Vril
set her down, lifted her legs, and then he began to kiss, tease his
way toward her throbbing sex.

At the merest touch of the fallen Vril lord's
nimble fingers Shaheen found herself pushed toward the edge of
delight. A wave of ecstasy assaulted her in a deluge of white hot
power before Iblis Jinn even thrust himself into her warm slit with
his mighty engorged organ.
No, not a man at all.
The human
girl thought while he pumped hard and deep.

Together, they were animals in heat.

Overpowered by his untethered force, almost
on the edge of his climax, Iblis Jinn, the Shaitan threw back his
head and let out an inhuman growl which could be heard throughout
the entire village. Just at that moment he ejaculated.

Bearing the strength of the fallen Vril's
otherworldly sperm, Shaheen moaned.

The seed has been planted. Now, it must
gestate.
Thought Lord Jinn as he stood over the sleeping woman
in his plush bedding. “There are other matters which require my
attendance, gorgeous creature.” He whispered into Shaheen's ear,
she rolled over, blissfully lost to the gift he had bestowed upon
her this evening. “See to our son; remind him that he has a destiny
to claim. When the time comes. I shall call him to it!”

Mission complete, Iblis Jinn burned his body
to ash. In its place he became a stream of perfected data,
returning to his true luminescent form, that of smokeless fire, so
that he might better traverse across the stars upon ethereal
wings.

Quickly, unlike any human woman before her,
Shaheen grew heavy with child. The baby within her womb matured at
a disturbing stride, and not three months after his conception came
to be born. This confounded the village elders of course, but then
they reasoned that the girl had been consorting with their honored
guest, who had been rather unusual.

Owing to its singularly unique genetics, the
newly born Nephilim, offspring of a 'Son of God' and a human
female, did not first appear all too human. Covered with a fine
coat of snow white hair, a pelt over his body as he was, and with a
prehensile tail, the boy appeared somewhat grotesque, yet cuddly in
a strange sort of way.

More to the point, it seemed as if the child
had been born self-aware. No sooner had he entered the world, and
the boy was up and walking, like a very advanced three year-old
with an unquenchable curiosity for his surroundings. But one
expects such things from the offspring of angels.

The white animal pelt, which would be the
most hair that Ambakhun Tan would ever have for his entire long,
and ageless days soon molted away. In his later years all he would
be able to manage would be a stark white goatee. Other than that,
Ambakhun would be quite hairless. And of course the curling tail
did also drop off. Though even without these odd features, the boy
forever would be marked as different.