The giant stone gave a bright and warm, golden glow.  What a second ago had been an impenetrable solid stone, had now turned into an immense glowing gate. A gate where horrific, goulish and bloody scenes that could only be dreamt up in a nightmare, were now visible to the naked eye.

Father Castus stood petrified on the spot.  His eyes were full of terror and his body was trembling with fear.

"Cardinal Yasir...what have you done?"

I threw him a look of anger and disdain.

"What needs to be done!"

The golden gates flew open and loud, bloodcurling shrieks thundered from within the cave.

Who dares open the gates of the children of the Nephilim...speak!

"It is I, Cardinal Yasir.  A faithful member and obedient servant to the Congregation of the Holy Order."

A loud, angry and venomous hiss could be heard from the cave.

"A Holy man?  You dare trespass unto our soil?  You're NOT, welcomed here Shaman!"

"I wish to speak with Azazel...

Another agonizing and earsplitting shriek came from the deep crevices of the cave.

"Your treacherous and deceitful kind betrayed and murdered one of our own..."

I bowed deeply and motioned Father Castus to do the same.

"I know of the one you speak of.  Believe me, he will be dealt with..."

The sound of a million shrieks roared from within the mountain.  The earth trembled beneath my feet, the sky thundered and a thick fog slowly crept in.  One by one, the Children of the Nephilim slowly appeared.

"Do not deceive us again Holy man, for it will be the last thing you'll ever do.  We, want the Grand Inquisitor...Donald Callahan!"

I kept my head bowed and nodded.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Father Castus still trembling do the same.

"Members of the Order are looking for him, as we speak.  It won't be long..."

Another loud shriek...

"WE WANT HIM ALIVE..."

I didn't dare look up.

"Your wish, will be my command.  Once, Donald Callahan is captured, he will be brought to justice at your feet..."

I had never seen one of these demons up close.  The infamous, cruel and malevolent Children of the Nephilim.  

I had read about them in sacred, ancient, but forbidden books.  Looking at these giant and evil creatures now was beyond terrifying.  No matter how long you've studied that ancient black arts, you could never be really prepared to meet these...things.  

They were about 8ft. tall and wore hooded robes, blood red in colour.  You couldn't see much of their faces, because their eyes were extremely sensitive to light.  As for their skin, it was a rotting, pale flesh colour and covered with disgusting leprosy.  Foul-smelling and putrid scabs, were visible on their skin which they lovedto pick on, and eat it with their razor sharp-fangs and huge claws.   And those horrible, glowing, yellow eyes that bore right through your skin and into your soul.  When they would make eye contact with you, you'd feel like they were trying to steal your soul.

"Enter then, but thread carefully Shaman..."

Father Castus had fainted, so I threw him over my shoulder and staggered into the dark cave.  The horses had long ago taken off, and now there was no going back.

The ground that I walked on felt different, whatever it was...it was no soil.  As torches lit up the wondreous cave, ancient hieroglyphs decorated it's walls. When I looked down, I finally saw what it was that I had been walking on, bones.  Human, animal and other types of bones that I couldn't recognize, littered the entire place.

The cave was full of these demons.  I couldn't count how many, but it was a formidable army.  I was led to the center of the cave, where Azazel sat on a golden, jewel encrusted throne.

"Kneel before our Prince..."

The Great Azazel, the Fallen Angel.  He was responsible for teaching humanity to make weapons and corrupted the human race by also teaching them vanity in the form of cosmetics.  He paid a very heavy prize for doing that and in the end, he was cast out of heaven.  

It was the four Archangels, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel, who brought him to justice.  He was binded, hand and foot and cast into darkness, where he was placed upon rough and jagged rocks and his face covered so as not to see light.

But, here he was...smiling so beautifully and drinking from a golden, jeweled cup.  The last it was ever written of him, he was left on the desert rocks of Dudael in Upper Egypt.

Azazel's fate has already been foretold.  Yahweh, will on the day of the Great Judgement, cast Azazel into the fire.  It's because of him that the whole Earth has been corrupted and he's also to be held responsible for teaching the secrets of heaven, as well.

I threw Father Castus on the ground and kneeled before the Great Azazel.

"Allmighty Azazel, I come to seek your guidance and your help..."

I did not dare to look up at him.  And even though his body gave off a warm glow, my body felt unnaturally cold.

"Speak, child of Adam..."

When I looked up and towards Azazel, I felt my eyes burn.  I closed them tightly and prayed silently in my head.  I only got a quick glimpse of him, but it had been enough.

The Fallen Angel, sat high on his jeweled encrusted throne on top of a golden staircase.  He was a giant and a sacred being not from this world.  He wore ivory coloured robes, with intricate silver and gold symbols over them.  His hands and feet still bore the torn, golden remnants of his binds, a reminder of his punishment and downfall.

"I come seeking the aid of your army.  To help us, defeat the threat of the rise of the Lycans."

Azazel voice, echoed and boomed as he spoke.

"The lycans?  Interesting, I have been watching them for centuries, and they long ago deviated from their path."

So, there was hope...

"I know my lord, that a priest from the Holy Order betrayed all of us.  Donald Callahan, murdered a child of the Nephilim and he will pay with his life!"

Loud shrieks and hisses filled the cave.

"SILENCE!"

Azazel stood up and his imposing body shone brightly.

"And who is this...that you've brought?"

I looked down at Father Castus, who was still out cold.

"A gift for you....my Prince."

Azazel smiled again, but his cold, soul-less eyes showed no feeling.

"I can smell the goodness in him.  His purity, his piety, his delicious...virginity."

Distinctive shrieks could now be heard all over the cave.  These wails were different though, not of anger but of pure pleasure.

"He is yours to do as you wish, my Lord.  As for your children, I have been given permission by the Supreme Inquisitor, to offer them a peace offering for the loss of their brother."

Azazel looked at me with curiosity and like a magnificent peacock, he spread his beautiful, glittering white wings.

"The entire village of Sakarya is at your disposal.  Every man, woman, child and animal are to be offered to the children of the Nephilim, as a sacrifice."

The cave roared with banshee like shrieks.  All over, I heard talons scrapping the walls and eyes glowing a hideous, bright yellow.

Azazel stood up, dusted his wings and waved his right hand.

"Go forth, my children and feed.  Take no prisoners..."

Azazel begun to descend the stairs and out of nowhere a shiny, glowing spear appeared on his right hand.  He threw the giant, spear towards me and it landed right between my legs.  This spear was was huge and it looked like it was made out of pure silver.  The spear had inscriptions of strange symbols done in gold and silver that I could not read, decipher or even understand.

"A weapon, strong enough to defeat the mighty, Alpha Male.  Use it well, son of Adam, for you will only have one chance."

In the far distance, a cruel, painful, almost agonizing howling could be heard...

To be continued...