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This story takes place after Kane learned to read the Bible Code and
before his first direct encounter with Impact Squadron. As John Wescott
pointed out in his notes on Black Ops, what Kane does with the Code
is not really possible.
Seraphim and Anakim
Kane set the Torah aside for a moment, and pondered. Enemies were
set in motion against him, but he knew their paths before they did.
He possessed the secret key to the future, hidden in the record of
the past.
The Bible Code. Hidden within the holy writings of the Jews, secret
messages could be found messages that mere mortals needed to decode
with computers, but which he, Kane, could see with the naked eye.
Messages that told of the future.
On the bed before lay his mate and lieutenant, Angelica. She was as
close to a match for him as the inferior race of Homo Sapiens had
been able to provide. Now she slept, recovering from their last bout
of passion. He remained awake and alert, gleaning the future from
the Code.
He reached to take up the sacred scroll again, but it was not there.
He looked around him, and without any way of understanding what was
happening, he found himself in a place beyond that which he knew.
What had surrounded him moments before was gone, and in its place
was the indescribable. He stood in brilliance, alone.
No. Not alone. Before him suddenly was a figure, a pale, stony
man wrapped in a hooded cloak of a very dark green that flowed around
him in the grips of an unseen wind.
"Kane." The cloaked figure spoke in a voice like seven thunders, and
his eyes flashed with lightning.
"Who are you?" demanded Kane. "Where am I?"
"I am a servant of I Am That I Am. You stand in the shadows near to
the Throne."
"What do you want of me?" Kane refused to let himself be cowed by
this strange being.
"I am a bringer of Judgement. But this time, I have been chosen to
present a warning." The great voice echoed with power, and the eyes
in the shadowed faced seemed to burn, not flash.
"What warning have you? Speak and be done, for my time is
valuable." Kane attempted to put on a show of more bravado than he
really felt.
"All time is valuable, for mortals have only so much, and no more.
For the Lost, time becomes an infinitely precious commodity. It is
appointed to man once to die, and after that, the judgement."
"Have I been brought here just to listen to a sermon?"
"Do not be decieved, Kane. God is not mocked. I have been sent to
warn you that you tamper with things best left untouched by those of
evil intentions. You have used the Sacred Word of the Most High to
serve your dark ends. If you repent, doom may be averted."
"Will you kill me then, angel, or whatever you are?"
Of a sudden, there was a great burning, and a brilliance as of
tenfold suns. The spectral form with whom Kane contended was
magnified, alight with living flame and fury.
"MORTAL! I HAVE BEEN BOUND FROM SMITING YOU WITH THE LORD'S FULL
MEASURE OF WRATH, BUT DO NOT MOCK ME! MARK ME, KANE! YOU WILL BE
LAID LOW, AND YOUR WICKEDNESS SHALL BE UNDONE. FEAR GOD AND GIVE
GLORY TO HIM, FOR THE HOUR OF HIS JUDGEMENT IS AT HAND. NOT BY MY
HAND, BUT BY ANOTHER, SHALL ALL YOUR WORKS BE UNMADE."
Kane was again in his bedroom, Torah near to hand on one side,
Angelica asleep on the other. It took him some time, but at last he
convinced himself that it had been a dream. At last he drifted off
to sleep. He had plans to lay tomorrow, and enemies to kill.
This story takes place after Kane learned to read the Bible Code and
before his first direct encounter with Impact Squadron. As John Wescott
pointed out in his notes on Black Ops, what Kane does with the Code
is not really possible.
Seraphim and Anakim
Kane set the Torah aside for a moment, and pondered. Enemies were
set in motion against him, but he knew their paths before they did.
He possessed the secret key to the future, hidden in the record of
the past.
The Bible Code. Hidden within the holy writings of the Jews, secret
messages could be found messages that mere mortals needed to decode
with computers, but which he, Kane, could see with the naked eye.
Messages that told of the future.
On the bed before lay his mate and lieutenant, Angelica. She was as
close to a match for him as the inferior race of Homo Sapiens had
been able to provide. Now she slept, recovering from their last bout
of passion. He remained awake and alert, gleaning the future from
the Code.
He reached to take up the sacred scroll again, but it was not there.
He looked around him, and without any way of understanding what was
happening, he found himself in a place beyond that which he knew.
What had surrounded him moments before was gone, and in its place
was the indescribable. He stood in brilliance, alone.
No. Not alone. Before him suddenly was a figure, a pale, stony
man wrapped in a hooded cloak of a very dark green that flowed around
him in the grips of an unseen wind.
"Kane." The cloaked figure spoke in a voice like seven thunders, and
his eyes flashed with lightning.
"Who are you?" demanded Kane. "Where am I?"
"I am a servant of I Am That I Am. You stand in the shadows near to
the Throne."
"What do you want of me?" Kane refused to let himself be cowed by
this strange being.
"I am a bringer of Judgement. But this time, I have been chosen to
present a warning." The great voice echoed with power, and the eyes
in the shadowed faced seemed to burn, not flash.
"What warning have you? Speak and be done, for my time is
valuable." Kane attempted to put on a show of more bravado than he
really felt.
"All time is valuable, for mortals have only so much, and no more.
For the Lost, time becomes an infinitely precious commodity. It is
appointed to man once to die, and after that, the judgement."
"Have I been brought here just to listen to a sermon?"
"Do not be decieved, Kane. God is not mocked. I have been sent to
warn you that you tamper with things best left untouched by those of
evil intentions. You have used the Sacred Word of the Most High to
serve your dark ends. If you repent, doom may be averted."
"Will you kill me then, angel, or whatever you are?"
Of a sudden, there was a great burning, and a brilliance as of
tenfold suns. The spectral form with whom Kane contended was
magnified, alight with living flame and fury.
"MORTAL! I HAVE BEEN BOUND FROM SMITING YOU WITH THE LORD'S FULL
MEASURE OF WRATH, BUT DO NOT MOCK ME! MARK ME, KANE! YOU WILL BE
LAID LOW, AND YOUR WICKEDNESS SHALL BE UNDONE. FEAR GOD AND GIVE
GLORY TO HIM, FOR THE HOUR OF HIS JUDGEMENT IS AT HAND. NOT BY MY
HAND, BUT BY ANOTHER, SHALL ALL YOUR WORKS BE UNMADE."
Kane was again in his bedroom, Torah near to hand on one side,
Angelica asleep on the other. It took him some time, but at last he
convinced himself that it had been a dream. At last he drifted off
to sleep. He had plans to lay tomorrow, and enemies to kill.