Uamak’s Account (Or, the Tiamat and the Lost Age)


(Part Two to the Uamak Saga)


I shall tell you of the Seer-cat Woman, and the Virus Word (and her compadre, Vii, the huge and mighty demon, and the Tiamat of old. You have heard the tale have you not, perhaps not, in many likenesses in which the hero was named Siren the Great, or Hercules, the Tiamat, Gwyllion (daughter to the Tiamat) Seth, Nimrod, Gilgamesh, Azaz’el, or even St. Christopher. But it was the Tiamat, herself, no other that had to face the hideous and demoniac thing called the Virus Worm. Which came out of the abyss when the earth opened up in an earthquake, and crawled out from amongst its opposed living quarters, deep in the crust of the earth, and here sprang the uncouth, and infamous tales of the ‘Curse of the Virus Worm,’ that took place in New Orleans, in the 77-day cult, that spread to the Midwest, to include Minnesota. This virus worm revolves down the ages, when the earth opened up, under the waters of the Red Sea, in the time of Moses. Although the substance of truth is lost in those deep and huge waters, lost and passes into the forgotten legends of those far-off days. But the essence of the worm has yet to be discovered, you will discover it now, as you read my account.

I know whereof I speak, for I was Uamak, the very one, the companion of the Great Tiamat and her daughter Gwyllion, and Vii at one time, this time I talk about was in ages past.

As I wait here on a cliff over looking the Icelandic sea, and deep down before me awaits my death, the demon of death he rows his boat, which creeps slowly along the rocky shores of this peninsula, tries to blind my mind, filled with glittering doom, he wants me to join his ill-racked life, in the forever lasting rowing of his boat, to and fro, to and fro, within the Icelandic waters, cursed to do so, like a one demonic parade, I too have been cursed here, to remain on this rock looking down at the demon of death rowing and rowing, as he makes company with me, and tries to make deals with me. He freezes me with his glimpses, far ahead of my escaping his wind-it is his job I suppose, his shadow-like atmosphere that surrounds me, his invisible manifestations of entanglement.

The Tiamat, Vii and his daughter Gwyllion came out of the vaults of hell, I had never been there, although a product, like Gwyllion, of a mother whom was seized by an angelic renegade, and thus, that renegade produced through my mother (like Gilgamesh and Christopher themselves), a semi (hybrid) demonic being.

Most human beings cannot bridge this gap between angelic, demonic and human, I am all of the above, yes indeed, even with those awful gulfs of blackness that surround me, and the ugly and unstable shapes I take, I have a spirit and soul, even an ego, spun underneath this truly flexible flesh, and behind all this is 8000-years of age, and 26,000-years of existence.

I can tell you the strangest tale of all, for I lived it. I have no reason to lie, the black wings of death, wait below me, I myself came to many souls upon the earth, in years past, in many shapes, like Vii and the Tiamat, I was not restricted to one, although the Seer-cat Woman was, her being as old as I.

I was this so called hybrid, a man, and in a race you now know, call it what you please, but those like me are restless, and in the beginning we were of a dark age, and our history is long. The arctic blood that ran through my veins back then no man could hold onto me but for a moment, a quick moment at that. I was a degenerated product of an ultimate civilization of demons that roamed the earth, 6008 BC, also.

Sinned was a man for his time, he lived in a city called Yort, he had powers over us demon (likened to Solomon), and he, to the Tiamat was her antagonist at the time, an outguessed future, or perhaps more like un-guessed for the Tiamat and for Sinned himself, she killed his father, both fathers, which included his step-father, the father his wife married after the first one died.

But it is of none of these things I would speak, I want to take you further back with me, into an age before Sinned, before the race of blue-eyes were created, when pre-man, became demon, and the wisest minds became wild philosophers, when there were boundaries between angelic forces and pre-man, and then abruptly we became slayers, when lovers became repine and wayfaring, somewhat like it is now on earth.

Thus came the Virus Worm into the world, and it was buried far and deep for it was infecting our shapes, the service of our skin, changed, altered, shifted our thinking, Azaz’el planted the worm by the gift of Satan, the ten-winged beast into our society (before time was time, called pre-history, and when he rebelled, he commanded us to follow.

And thus we were spread out to recognized landmarks and worldwide continents to do his bidding, for he was thrown out of heaven, yet he seemed always to go back, if not pleading for restitution, to blasphemy his once king of kings. He was powerful to say the least.

Oh, we were not fighters! Not in the least. Let me speak of Uamak, I saw that we were all crippled minded with Azaz’el, and his Master, Christopher escaped this and so did Gilgamesh, but the rest of us didn’t.

Our heads should have hung on loose ropes that once cut would bury us forever for the sins we committed back then, but God wanted to see, how many men would follow dead-idols (namely us), and he used us, and we knew he was using us, but to get out of hell, and under those rocks, and off those chains, Uri’el had placed upon us, this was our doom, or task if we did not want to be confined. Our trial of doom you might say, to follow the naked renegade wolves, for we were all naked back then, even before Adam and Eve, whom didn’t show up until the third era, we were the first, and the second, was almost doomed from the start, and the third, the Adam era, and then the forth, the Christ era. I saw them all.

But into the second era, it was a battle, one to madden all history, drunkenness and slaughter and fury, death and more death, and the supernatural against the wild cats, which the Seer-cat woman, ruled the land, and soon the cats, creating the age-perhaps better to say, she modified the second era, by infecting her cats with the virus worm, from the first era, that infected us, almost brought a standstill to the second era, killing all but 2000-humans on the face of the earth, and the earth was not as you know it now, it was surrounded by one ocean.

Thereafter, the cats became huge, superior with the Seer’s infiltration of spirit, and the virus worm inside of them, that gave them undreamed verbosity, ferociousness, that insisted them to war with the human race, in slaughter battles for days on end, without resting.

Blood-soaked the earth in those far-off lands, of what became Sumer, and Asia Minor, and Syria, and the whole coast of the Mediterranean to include as far north as artic circle, broke humankind down to live in caves and write their lost tongue on the walls, a quivering sentiment for the future flesh to read of this appalling and dreadful savage time.

Yet it would be wrong to say there was not an occasional touch of individual mercy-if one of us performed such a task, they were punished severely, I myself tired this once and only once in this especially valiant time, where the enemy was 10,000-cats, at 2000-pounds per cat, infected with the curse of the worm, which was the essence of Satan’s blood; and a million angelic renegades, and ten-million pre- Adamic men, to the human race many turned into ghosts, imps, and other ungodly figures, with mental distortions, and lustful cravings.

This era was so bad it glutted even my own lusting soul, and so I sought for an once of grace, that is why I did what I did: rigidly Vii followed me around, reporting back to the Tiamat of my intentions, for the Seer-cat had read my mind, she was from the superior race of the first order of hybrids like the Tiamat, I being of the second order, thus she was half-angelic, I being one third, Vii being one third, and cautiously I blindly went to help the hunting couple, who were experimenting with a stone and slingshot to kill the giant beast infected cats, trifle was their hunting battle gear, and weapons, and sad to say, ineffective.

And I explained to Morg, and his wife Rgom, a couple with several children whom lived in a dungy looking cave, along the high cliffs of what is now called Greece, this would not do, lying on the ground a great bow I had made with long piercing arrows, this I had learned from Amazes one of the Ten leaders of the two-hundred Angelic Watchers, who were sent to watch over mankind, yet did quite the opposite, they cohabitated with them, like Azaz’el, an archangel at one time, now an archenemy to Uri’el a Great Holy angelic being, and God himself.

The couple took the bow and arrow, and it was a mighty bow all of twelve feet in height (bones dangling around their necks for bravery, and they knew that their predecessors had been turned into shapeless pulp in trying to kill their kind, as these titan cats whom was cast from the ultimate mold of darkness, might vanish before the first arrow struck it target, and the closer they got to the titan cats, the more veil the air, the flying debris around them, all about them were colossal piles of shattered bones, broken from a hundred years of defeat, dirge over them, they were a crumbling society, now in shards).

The bow was higher than them in height, wider than their physique, and the arrow was balanced perfectly, to enter wherever it was pointed, for their hunt and kill, and they duplicated the arrows, and they shot a huge cat, rattled all the cats by them, Morg appeared at the side of the cat stood like a statue, at the edge of its jungle, painted his face, and looked ferocity in the face; the wild cats, they were impressed, but leniency, would not be granted me, for here I sit, at the edge of the cliff overlooking the Icelandic sea; yet this was the advent of a fearful end to an age-that age, the age of the Seer-cat Woman you might say (not the Abyss Virus Worm), for within twenty-years, the new generation of humans had forged their way to be the hunters no longer the hunted, nor the prey.

It was indeed the conquest of a lost age. And although I was sent here, I have hope, for perhaps scattered among these years, there will be a way to escape, for I helped rear a fallen race, from a monstrosity of dancing loathsomely demonic beings, dancing with demonic harps in madness, who lost an age due to pride, control and all at the end punished by what was presented: seventy-two deaths, this is perhaps one of them, the one I am presently living in.

In closing, I have two things to say, one: let my account be told from village to city, to continent, from base camps to isolated tribes, so that all men may know that the beast, and the devil and the Abyss Worm, and the demonic forces, prey on them in hidden places, for where once the bow and sword ruled, is no more, but the ghost of the past live in the invisible among mankind, and they know the destructive weapons they have, and they want him to use them upon themselves.

Secondly, I shall tell you where my companions went: Vii still roams the earth, last time I heard he was in New Orleans, with the cult I mentioned before, and the Tiamat, was cast to hell with her daughter, whom reappeared again in around 6000 BC., at the city of Yort, is Asia Minor, and again at the cult in New Orleans. And the Seer-cat Woman went to cobble with her master in Pergamun, in Asia Minor, and you all know where I am.

This account, Written by: Uamak, translated by Dlsiluk, Ed.D.



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