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“Returning to the sea, I picked up the soft earth and shaped it into little people to show them how simple this was to do! Picking up a stick, I drew a circle in the sand, and spoke to them of symbols. How we might make a symbol for Lilia that resembled the flower for which she was named which they called the lily. And how we might make a symbol for what I was … a man with wings. I drew pictures everywhere, showing them how easy it was to do it, to connect an image with a concept or a concrete thing.

“By evening, I had gathered around me all the women, and
was showing them ways to tie their thongs of chewed leather, which had never occurred to them, elaborate ways of plaiting it, and making it into big pieces of one fabric. All logical. All simply what I inferred from what I knew as an Angel about the whole world.

“Now, these people already knew the seasons of the moon, but they didn’t know the calendar of the sun. I told them all this. How many days to a year there should be according to how the sun and the planets moved, and I told them how they could write all this down with symbols. And soon we took the clay from the banks of the sea and we made flat plates of it, and on these plates with sticks I made little pictures of stars and heaven and Angels. And these plates or tablets were then allowed to dry in the sun.

“For days and nights, I remained with my people. I began to teach them more and more and more. When one group was tired and could take no more lessons, I turned to another, and examined what they were doing, and tried to improve their ways.

“Many things they would figure out for themselves, I knew. Weaving was very soon to occur to them, and then they would make better garments. That was all well and good. I showed them pigments similar to the red ochre they already used. I took things out of the raw earth that would make different colors for them. Every thought that occurred to me, every advance of which I could conceive, I imparted to them, greatly expanding their language in the process, obviously teaching them writing, and then I also taught them music of a wholly new kind. I taught them songs. And the women came to me, over and over again, the women—and Lilia stepped back—that the seed of the Angel might go into many, many women, ‘the comely Daughters of Men.’ ”

He paused again. His heart seemed broken, remembering. His eyes were distant and totally reflecting the pale blue of the sea.

I spoke up very softly, cautiously, and from memory and
ready at any sign from him to break off. I quoted from the Book of Enoch:

“ ‘And Azazel … made known to them the metals, and the art of working them, and bracelets and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all colored tinctures.’ ”

He turned to look at me. He seemed almost unable to speak. His voice came softly, almost as softly as mine had as he spoke the next lines of the book of Enoch, “ ‘And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication, and they were led astray.…’ ” Again he paused and then resumed, “ ‘And as men perished, they cried, and their cry went up to heaven.’ ” He stopped again, smiling slowly and bitterly. “And what is the rest of it, Lestat, and what lies in between the lines you’ve spoken and the lines I’ve spoken! Lies! I taught them civilization. I taught them knowledge of Heaven and Angels!
That’s all I taught them
. There was no blood, no lawlessness, no monstrous giants in the earth. It’s lies and lies, fragments and fragments buried in lies!”

I nodded, fearlessly, and rather certain of it, and seeing it perfectly, and seeing it from the point of view of the Hebrews who later believed so firmly in the purification and law, and had seen it as uncleanness and evil … and told again and again of these Watchers, these teachers, these Angels who had fallen in love with the Daughters of Men.

“There was no magic,” Memnoch said quietly. “There were no enchantments. I didn’t teach them to make swords! I didn’t teach them war. If there was knowledge amongst another people on Earth, and I knew of that, I told them. That in the valley of another river, men knew how to gather wheat with scythes! That there were Ophanim in Heaven, Angels who were round, Angels who were wheels, and that if this shape was imitated in matter, if a simple piece of wood connected two rounded pieces, one could make an object which would roll upon these wheels!”

He gave a sigh. “I was sleepless, I was crazed. As the knowledge
poured forth from me, as they were worn down by it, and struggled under the burden of it, I went to the caves and carved my symbols on the walls. I carved pictures of Heaven and Earth and angels. I carved the light of God. I worked tirelessly until every mortal muscle in me ached.

“And then, unable to endure their company anymore, satiated with beautiful women, and clinging to Lilia for comfort, I went off into the forest, claiming I needed to talk to my God in silence, and there I collapsed.

“I lay in perfect stillness, comforted by the silent presence of Lilia, and I thought of all that had taken place. I thought of the case I had meant to lay before God, and how what I had learnt since had only fitted neatly into the case I had meant to make! Nothing I had seen in men could incline me to think differently. That I had offended God, that I had lost Him forever, that I had Sheol to look forward to, for all eternity, these things were real and I knew them, and they beat on my soul and heart. But I couldn’t change my mind!

“The case I had meant to lay before the Almighty was that these people were above Nature and beyond Nature and demanded more of Him, and all that I had seen only upheld me in what I believed. How they had taken to celestial secrets. How they suffered, and sought for some meaning to justify that suffering! If only there were a Maker and the Maker had his reasons … Oh, it was agony. And at the heart of it blazed the secret of lust.

“In the orgasm, as my seed had gone into the woman, I had felt an ecstasy that was like the joy of Heaven, I had felt it and felt it only in connection with the body that lay beneath me, and for one split second or less than that I had known, known, known that men were not part of Nature, no, they were better, they belonged with God and with us!

“When they came to me with their few confused beliefs—were there not invisible monsters everywhere?—I told them no. Only God and the Heavenly Court which ordained everything, and the souls of their own in Sheol.

“When they asked if bad men and women—who did not obey their laws—were not thrown at death into fire forever—an idea very current amongst them and others—I was horrified, and told them that God would never allow such a thing. A wee newborn soul to be punished in fire forever? Atrocity, I told them. Once again, I said to them that they should venerate the souls of the Dead to ease their own pain and the pain of those Souls, and that when death came they should not be afraid but go easily in the gloom and keep their eyes on the brilliant light of Life on Earth.

“I said most of these things because I simply didn’t know what to say.

“Oh, blasphemy. I had done it, I had really done it. And now what would be my fate? I would grow old and die, a venerated teacher, and before I did—or before some pestilence or wild beast cut off my life sooner—I would engrave into stone and clay everything I could. And then into Sheol I would go, and I would begin to draw the souls to me, and I would say: ‘Cry, cry to Heaven!’ I would teach them to look upwards. I would say the Light is there!”

He took a breath, as if each word burnt him with pain.

I spoke again softly from the Book of Enoch. “ ‘And now, behold the souls of those who have died are crying and making suit to the gates of heaven.’ ”

“Yes, you know your scriptures like a good Devil,” he said bitterly, but his face was so stricken with sadness and compassion, and this mockery was said with such feeling, that it had no sting. “And who knew what might happen?” he asked. “Who knew! Yes, yes, I would strengthen Sheol until those cries battered Heaven’s gates and brought them down. If you have souls and your souls can grow, then you can be as angels! That was the only hope I had, to rule amongst the forgotten of God.”

“But God didn’t let this happen, did he? He didn’t let you die in that body.”

“No. And he didn’t send the Flood either. And all that I had
taught was not washed in a Deluge. What remained, what worked its way into myth and scripture was that I had been there, and that those things had been taught, and it was within the compass of a man to have done it; it was within logic, and not magic, and even the secrets of Heaven were what the souls would on their own perhaps have come to see. Sooner or later, the souls would have seen.”

“But how did you get out of it? What happened to Lilia?”

“Lilia? Ah, Lilia. She died venerated, the wife of a god. Lilia.” His whole face brightened and he laughed. “Lilia,” he said again, memory lifting her out of the story and bringing her close, obviously. “My Lilia. Cast out, and casting her lot with a god.”

“God had taken you by that time?” I asked. “He had put a stop to what you were doing?”

We gazed at each other for a moment. “Not quite so simple. I’d been there three months perhaps when I woke up and discovered Michael and Raphael had come for me, and said very distinctly: ‘God wants you now.’

“And I being Memnoch, the unredeemable, said, ‘Oh? Why then doesn’t He pick me up and take me out of here, or do what He wishes?’

“At this point, Michael looked miserable on my behalf and he said, ‘Memnoch, for the love of God, go willingly back into your proper form. Feel your body grow in stature; let your wings carry you to Heaven. He wants you only if you want to come! Now, Memnoch, think before you.…’

“ ‘No, you don’t have to caution me, beloved,’ I said to Michael. ‘I’m coming, with tears in my eyes, I come.’ I knelt down and kissed the sleeping Lilia. She looked up at me. ‘This is farewell, my mate, my teacher,’ I said. I kissed her, and then, turning, became the Angel, visible to her, letting the matter define me so that she, sitting up on her elbows and crying, would see this last vision and hold it to her heart perhaps when she needed it.

“And then, invisible, I joined Michael and Raphael and went Home.

“In the first moments I could scarce believe it; when I passed through Sheol, the souls screamed in agony and I threw my hands out in consolation. ‘I will not forget you! I swear it. I take your suit to Heaven,’ and then on and up I went, the light coming down to meet me and envelop me, and the warm love of God—whether prelude to judgment or punishment or forgiveness, I did not know—surrounded me and upheld me. The cries of joy in Heaven were deafening even to my ears.

“All the angels of the
bene ha elohim
were gathered. The Light of God pulsed from the center.

“ ‘Am I to be punished?’ And all I could feel was thanks that I had seen this light, if only for moments, once again.

“I couldn’t look into the light. I had to put my hands up. And as always happens at a meeting of all of Heaven, the Seraphim and the Cherubim closed around God so that the light came in rays from behind them, glorious, and a brightness that we could bear.

“The voice of God was immediate and total.

“ ‘I have a word for you, my brave one, my arrogant one,’ He said. ‘I have a concept for you to ponder in your angelic wisdom. It is the concept of Gehenna, of hell.’ This word unfolded to me in all its implications. ‘Fire and torment eternal,’ said God, ‘the inverse of Heaven. Tell me, Memnoch, from your heart. Would that be the appropriate punishment for you—the very opposite of the glory you forsook for the Daughters of Men? Would it be the appropriate sentence—suffering everlasting or until Time is no more?’ ”

“It didn’t take a second to answer,” Memnoch said. He raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at me. “I said, ‘No, Lord, you wouldn’t do that to anyone. We are all your creatures. That is a horror too terrible for anyone or anything that has been deliberately made. No, Lord. When the men and the women of earth told me they had dreamed of such torments for those who had been bad and caused them pain and misery, I assured them no such place existed or ever would.’

“Laughter rang out in heaven. Laughter from one end of the skies to the other. Every single angel was laughing, and of course the laughing was melodic and filled with delight and wonder as always, but laughter it was, and not song.

“Only one being wasn’t laughing. Memnoch. I. I stood there, having spoken with perfect seriousness and utter amazement that they were laughing at what I had said.

“But the strangest phenomenon had occurred. God, too, had laughed, and was laughing, softly, with them, in unison, or in a leading rhythm, and only as His laughter slowly died away, so did theirs.

“ ‘So you told them that, Memnoch. That there would never be a Hell of Eternal Punishment of the Bad; never; that such a place would never exist.’

“ ‘Yes, Lord, I did,’ I said. ‘I couldn’t imagine why they had thought of it. Except they get so angry sometimes with their enemies.…’

“The laughter began again, but God silenced it.

“God said, ‘Memnoch, have you left all your mortal cells on
earth? You are in possession of all your angelic faculties? You are not still acting the simpleton out of habit?’

“I spoke loud over the continuing laughter. ‘No, Lord. I dreamt of this moment. Separation from you was agony. I did what I did out of love, isn’t it so? Surely you know better than I.’

“ ‘I fear you did,’ He answered. ‘It was love, yes, that much is true.’

“ ‘Lord, I dreamt you would let me come before you and explain the entire thing, make the case I had meant to make when I first saw a Daughter of Men and went to her. Is this to be granted?’

“Silence.

“I could hear nothing from the Divine Presence, but I realized suddenly that some among the
bene ha elohim
had drawn close to me. At first I thought no, they are merely shifting and spreading their wings in the light, but I realized now that close behind me stood a small legion or group of angels, and that they had been at the edges of the crowd all the time and were now being pushed towards me.