-----1900 BC-----
He gazed intensely at her nearly naked body, reclined in a captivating surrender on the lush bed with red covers. A soft red glow emanated from around, created by small candles that added a delightful atmosphere.
He approached her body until he entered the field of her perfume, and inhaled in ecstasy... Then desire overcame him, and his hand quickly moved to her hair, gripping it in a romantic yet forceful manner with high expertise, matching his experience in the art of kissing.
His face drew closer to hers, his warm breath caressing her. He examined her lips up close, realizing they were not just lips but rather rubies or sapphires. He kissed them with a masculine intensity that fascinated women. He glanced into her eyes, recognizing that this woman is nothing but beauty (Everything about her is beautiful.), He continued to kiss her lips, cheeks, and eyes, growing intoxicated by the experience.
The camera capturing this scene deliberately filmed it up close, at times focusing on the girl's lips as he kissed them slowly, then shifting its attention to her inattentive beautiful eyes, Straying at Something you don't know what it is. Eventually, the camera decided to revolve around her face, capturing it from behind. She had long, black hair held firmly by the man's strong hand, while her lips passionately embraced his.
The camera gradually descended, hinting at a seductive back look that complemented the beauty of this face. It continued its slow descent, quickening your deprived heartbeat, and your eyes widened with anticipation for what you would soon witness. Only for them to widen more not with desire or ecstasy, but with dread.
As when the camera reached the end of the girl's hair, you saw no exposed back as expected, but rather, you saw nothing at all. There was nothing to be seen except the man's robe.
Mockingly, the camera gradually pulled away, revealing the complete scene to you. A scene of a man standing, holding the girl's head, passionately kissing her while her body lay far away on the inviting bed with red covers.
The camera played a beautiful romantic melody, emphasizing its mockery.
When the man was satiated, he moved his face away from her slightly and looked at the severed head with disdain. Then he threw the beautiful head forcefully, causing it to collide with the wall and land on the ground. As it lay there motionless, it created a splatter of blood on the wall, connected to the position of the head on the ground.
The man glanced at the stain indifferently and then headed away from the bed. Now you can see the floor. It is a beautiful marble floor, but its beauty is marred by a few circles drawn on it, intersecting in a strange pattern.
Welcome back to Babylon, the cursed land. We are in the post-Nimrod era. Don't let the previous scene shock you, and never mourn for the enchanting girl, for she is "Inanna".
She is cursed on Earth and cursed in the heavens. Do not be surprised by this man in the robe, for he is "Hazard" the most deadly sorcerer in Babylon at that time. Before we continue the scene, there is one piece of information you should know. This sorcerer is known as "Manzazuu" which in Babylonian means necromancer. And necromancer means... Well, let's continue the scene to understand more.
The man stood in the middle of the circles, wearing a long red skirt with broad black stripes. Over his back, he had the well-known monk's hooded robe. He began reciting numerous chants, sometimes raising his voice and other times lowering it. His hands rose and fell accordingly. Then he stepped out of the circles and approached the cursed head of "Inanna" grabbing it by her beautiful hair. He bowed with the head to the marble floor and started doing something stupefying.
He placed the head on the ground and began moving it in different directions, applying pressure to specific areas. This man knew what he was doing. But You couldn't recognize that until he finished and threw the head aside once again.
This man was writing, his pen was the head of "Inanna" and his ink was her blood. Of course, you wouldn't understand a single word he wrote because it was in an ancient Babylonian language. The letters of this language look eerie.
Then he started reciting in a rhythmic voice mastered by sorcerers:
"Etimo... Etimo... Descend from your cursed celestial sphere, oh 'Inanna'... You to whom the heads of men bowed to your lips... Etimo... Etimo... You to whom hearts gave up their pride with a single look from your eyes.
He continued reciting and reciting until a fire was ignited from somewhere within his circles, and he began to perceive the heads of demons... Hideous heads licked by the flames fueled by his recitations... And among the heads of the demons, the head of 'Inanna' emerged, then disappeared, and emerged again...
Or so it seemed to him... This man's heart must be resolute indeed, for the heads of the demons, truth be told, were terrifying... Terrifying to the point where the beautiful head of 'Inanna' that appeared amidst them lost its allure...
Then the fire suddenly extinguished and ignited in another place... It ignited upon the true head of 'Inanna' lying on the ground.
This was not a real fire; rather, it was an illusion placed by the demons in 'Hazard's' eyes... And it seems that what he was doing was successful... And there appeared she whose beauty is the source of the beauties of all women...
"Inanna" appeared... or as the Romans call her, 'Venus'... and the Greeks speak of her as 'Aphrodite'... or as the Arabs worshipped her, 'Al-Lat'... "Ishtar" As the Babylonians call her arrived as the goddess of beauty should... She came in her most magnificent attire and was adorned with the finest jewelry.
She came like a specter illuminating the corners of this dark scene... 'Hazard' was momentarily mesmerized by the grandeur of this beauty... Then he regained his composure and said to her:
" 'Inanna,' oh princess... Tell me about the sorcerers 'Azazel' and 'Shemhazai'... Tell me about your sacred journey, oh 'Inanna'."
'Venus' looked at him with her beautiful eyes a gaze that was closer to mockery, and said:
"They were not sorcerers, 'Hazard'... And those were not their names. One of them was called 'Harut,' and the other was named 'Marut.' And my journey was not sacred; it was cursed."
'Hazard's' stern expression got filled with astonishment then said:
"Please, oh lady of beauty, tell me everything you saw just as you saw it."
'Venus' took regal steps towards the center of the circles drawn on the ground. Then she lifted her long dress slightly and took her seat. And she began to narrate:
"I was actually sent by the sorcerers of 'Uruk' to the city of Babylon. You should know of the greatness of the city of 'Uruk' and its superiority in the knowledge of sorcery. It was the only time I ever left my beloved city of 'Uruk,' and actually, it was also the last time. The story says that news reached the great sorcerers of 'Uruk' about the presence of sorcerers in the city of Babylon whose magic surpassed that of all sorcerers, from the greatest to the smallest. One of them was called 'Azazel,' and the other was called 'Shemhazai'.
It was said that these sorcerers taught people magic without asking for anything in return. Instead, they asked those who learned from them to spread it among as many people as possible, or so it was said about them. My task was to learn from them everything they taught the people and everything they kept hidden from them. And you know that no man, whether a king or a sorcerer, young or old, could resist my special sorcery, the sorcery of seduction. The truth is that I was the only one suited to undertake this task. It was my responsibility to document everything I discovered and convey it to the sorcerers of 'Uruk'."
The problem was that the magic of these sorcerers nullified every magic in which the sorcerers of Babylon excelled. This was extremely astonishing. There were types of magic in Babylon that even the mightiest sorcerers of "Uruk" couldn't comprehend, let alone know how to undo.
Like the magic of the painting, the painting on which they drew all the rivers of Babylon. If people went against their will, they would place a needle in the position of one of the rivers in the painting. When they did this, the real river's flow would cease, and its water would disappear.
There was also the magic of the mirror. If someone had a loved one absent, they would come to the sorcerers of Babylon with gifts. They would be allowed to look into the mirror to see the absent one in their current state. The problem was that the magic of these sorcerers nullified all of this and more.
Regardless of my mission, which I wasn't very enthusiastic about, Babylon is magnificent, you can't help but see the great Tower of Babylon and its hanging gardens.
Although only King "Ashur" and his family were allowed to enter, and you know my stories with kings. The last king I visited ended up kneeling before me, kissing my feet.
So I knew that these sorcerers would kneel before me in turn and confess everything they had learned since they were children playing in the meadows.
But since I started asking about 'Azazel' and 'Shemhazai,' I've heard strange things. I was told that they have a cave on the borders of the Babylonian mountains. And many people from Babylon go to this cave, and whoever goes there undergoes a strange test. If they fail, they are expelled and must return. If they succeed, they enter this cave and stay there for a whole year without coming out.
When they come out, they possess arts and sciences that surpass the knowledge of any sorcerer in Babylon or outside Babylon. And no sorcerer can harness this knowledge as the common people do.
The cave was only opened once a year and remained closed for the rest of the year. Not even the mightiest giants could open it. That day, when the cave would be opened, was very close.
I had always been fortunate, and now I find myself being driven by a shepherd who is charmed by my beauty, riding his horse, heading towards that cave.