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Prolog
Egypt, August 1927
Dr Albert Raidech, trying to remove the sweat from his face with his hands, lifted his head up and focused his attention at the sphinx – the stone colossus which, at three hundred meters away from where he was, contemplated him with the same enigmatic look that for millenniums bewildered those who stood before her.
-Here. I found it, screamed the expedition’s native guide. Dr Raidech ran towards the man who was gesticulating frenetically, pointing to what seemed to be a huge gravestone bearing some inscriptions worn off by time and which obstructed the entrance to an underground tomb. The honorable British professor and Egyptologist cleaned the surface carefully. His face shone with joy as he contemplated the bicephalous eagle.
He had at last discovered pharaoh Amenofis IV’s lost tomb – the priest pharaoh, the great Egyptian king who had terrified the ancient world. The gravestone was removed, and Dr Raidech holding a torch, followed by his assistant Max Fuchon and by the natives, descended the steps of a place that had not been accessed for millenniums. The mortuary chamber was an immense rectangle. The walls had works in high relief, representing ancient forgotten wars. But, those faded in importance if compared to the dozens of statues in natural size of humans and gods from ancient Egypt.
-Professor, this is gold! – said Max Fuchon, as he removed the layer of dust that covered god Horus’ eloquent face – a man whose head was that of a falcon. Extraordinary splendor – treasures piled up wherever the eyes could reach.
-Where is the sarcophagus? – asked the Egyptologist coming back to reality. They looked at each other –sarcophagus? They had discovered a pharaonic treasure why then was he concerned with a sarcophagus?
-Professor Albert – said the assistant – there might not be a sarcophagus.
-That doesn’t make any sense, Max! If this is a tomb, there ought to be a sarcophagus- he said as he walked towards the bottom of the tomb, indifferent to the dozens of chests filled with gold and jewelry to the point that some lay on the ground, causing the professor to trip over them.
-My God, look at these inscriptions, Max!
The young assistant was reluctant in deviating his eyes from the enormous alabaster vases, decorated at the upper part with diamond-encrusted jewels.
-Max, look at this – continued the professor. The assistant turned his eyes to the walls pointed by the professor.
-What do those drawings have in special, professor? – he asked, his mind still on the alabaster vases.
-The Egyptian plagues…-continued the old man staring at the drawings.
-But, whoever produces them uses the same attire as the pharaohs! Max, this is amazing!
The assistant’s attention turned to the Egyptologist.
-What do you mean, professor? Were not the Egyptian plagues, according to the Bible, sent by Moses?
-Yes, they were, but the inscriptions here show a pharaoh sending the same plagues. This proves that...
-Professor look here, this is a lever!
Over time corrosion had caused part of the inscription on the wall to collapse, uncovering a lever that otherwise had been hidden.
-The sarcophagus has to be here somewhere behind these inscriptions – help me with the lever, Max!
-It is stuck, professor!
Part of the wall had moved a couple of centimeters.
-Look, the wall has moved!
Forcing the wall with their shoulders, Max and the natives caused it to move slowly, disclosing a secret chamber.
-Heavens! Amenofis IV’s tomb – exclaimed the old man in awe.
-In pure solid gold, professor!
Shaped as a semicircle, its walls had inscriptions they could not understand. A golden sarcophagus with a bicephalous eagle in lapis lazuli at its upper portion lay in the center.
-Look at this, Max –said the professor, pointing to the drawing in high relief.
-It is odd, professor, I have never seen an Egyptian representation of a falcon with two heads!
-No, Max … - the professor was visibly moved- it is not a falcon…
***
-What are you trying to say? –asked the assistant rather surprised.
-This is not a falcon but a bicephalous eagle or rather it is a phoenix, a very special type of eagle, according to mythology…
-The one reborn from aches?
-You guessed right, Max, now… it is not an Egyptian symbol but a Sumerian one.
-Sumerian? … But, what would a Sumerian symbol be doing on an Egyptian sarcophagus?
-Max – the old man went on, overtaken with emotion: we may, by opening this sarcophagus, be facing one of the most terrible secrets ever revealed to man; one that we believed to be lost in the night of times. I fear, Max, that mankind is not prepared to unfold!
-Professor –the young man’s eyes brightened – I am more curious than afraid. What could there be inside a sarcophagus over four thousand years old to make one scared?
-My friend- said the old man- you must have heard about the criminal fire that destroyed the famous library at Alexandria, did you not?
-Yes, it was the act of an irrational Arabian caliph who believed that he was saving the world from evil by destroying all the knowledge kept there since ancient times.
-Not everything was destroyed, young man, not everything. The famous library was set on fire in 646 of our era. Julius Cesar, seduced by Cleopatra, went to Egypt in 48 B.C. Upon his return, he took some books with him from that library. Most of them are kept today at the library in the Vatican, natural heir to the Roman Empire. But, when German troops invaded Rome, in 1527, under the command of Carlos V, some of these books were sold to Venetian tradesmen, and from there they ended up at the Museum of London -– books of disturbing contents, accessed only by a small group of researchers connected to the British crown.
-Are you one of them? – asked the young man somehow fascinated.
-Yes, Max, I am one of them.
-But, what do they say, professor? The assistant could not control himself.
-There is a very old papyrus among them that was taken to Alexandria by Alexander the Great, hence the conquering of Judea, probably subtracted from old secret Judaic sects. Well – this papyrus reveal to us the existence of a very ancient city.
-From the beginning of civilization?
Yes, but not one of those we know originating from the fertile crescendo and the delta of the Nile. More ancient than that, perhaps even pre-diluvium: the city of Lagahs - according to the document – the city of sin.
-City of sin? I do not get it professor!
-According to the papyrus, this city was the very cause of the diluvium. You probably will not find anything about this in the Encyclopedia Britannica, since there are no more than ten people in the world who know anything about this city, but let me proceed: -according to the papyrus, and here we will find some facts that go hand- in - hand with the Bible and which are: the children of God (angels) were seduced by the daughters of men (women). Men extremely powerful, who oppressed and enslaved other people, were born from such unions. Their power did not come from their physical strength, but from the secret knowledge revealed to them by their exquisite parents. Those men were so depraved that they founded the city of Lagahs and from there they subdued the whole ancient world. Because of this, God punished them with the diluvium to put an end to evil on Earth. Only Noah and his family were saved to populate it again. The papyrus tell us that Ninrode, grandchild to Cao, one of Noah’s sons, while digging the earth to start another city, between the Tigers and the Euphrates rivers, found a book – not any book, but one forged in gold - the Lagahs’ Golden Book, as it came to be known. In the possession of this book, his mind had access to the hidden mysteries of magic. Because of the evil he incorporated, Ninrode ended up expelled from the city he had founded, taking refuge in Egypt. Under the pharaoh’s protection, he initiated a dynasty of magicians whose power spread fear everywhere.
-Janes and Jambres, the magicians from Egypt who, under the order of the pharaoh, resisted Moses?
-Yes, Max. These magicians descended from them. They however accumulated so much mystic power and had formed such a stronghold that they ended up dethroning and killing the pharaoh himself. They became Egypt’s rulers until one of the most notorious magicians from the Ninrode’s dynasty took the power.
-Amenofis IV? – the young man was in ecstasy.
-That is it, Max –smiled the professor.
-And the book? – Both of them rested their eyes on the sarcophagus.
***
Prolog
Egypt, August 1927
Dr Albert Raidech, trying to remove the sweat from his face with his hands, lifted his head up and focused his attention at the sphinx – the stone colossus which, at three hundred meters away from where he was, contemplated him with the same enigmatic look that for millenniums bewildered those who stood before her.
-Here. I found it, screamed the expedition’s native guide. Dr Raidech ran towards the man who was gesticulating frenetically, pointing to what seemed to be a huge gravestone bearing some inscriptions worn off by time and which obstructed the entrance to an underground tomb. The honorable British professor and Egyptologist cleaned the surface carefully. His face shone with joy as he contemplated the bicephalous eagle.
He had at last discovered pharaoh Amenofis IV’s lost tomb – the priest pharaoh, the great Egyptian king who had terrified the ancient world. The gravestone was removed, and Dr Raidech holding a torch, followed by his assistant Max Fuchon and by the natives, descended the steps of a place that had not been accessed for millenniums. The mortuary chamber was an immense rectangle. The walls had works in high relief, representing ancient forgotten wars. But, those faded in importance if compared to the dozens of statues in natural size of humans and gods from ancient Egypt.
-Professor, this is gold! – said Max Fuchon, as he removed the layer of dust that covered god Horus’ eloquent face – a man whose head was that of a falcon. Extraordinary splendor – treasures piled up wherever the eyes could reach.
-Where is the sarcophagus? – asked the Egyptologist coming back to reality. They looked at each other –sarcophagus? They had discovered a pharaonic treasure why then was he concerned with a sarcophagus?
-Professor Albert – said the assistant – there might not be a sarcophagus.
-That doesn’t make any sense, Max! If this is a tomb, there ought to be a sarcophagus- he said as he walked towards the bottom of the tomb, indifferent to the dozens of chests filled with gold and jewelry to the point that some lay on the ground, causing the professor to trip over them.
-My God, look at these inscriptions, Max!
The young assistant was reluctant in deviating his eyes from the enormous alabaster vases, decorated at the upper part with diamond-encrusted jewels.
-Max, look at this – continued the professor. The assistant turned his eyes to the walls pointed by the professor.
-What do those drawings have in special, professor? – he asked, his mind still on the alabaster vases.
-The Egyptian plagues…-continued the old man staring at the drawings.
-But, whoever produces them uses the same attire as the pharaohs! Max, this is amazing!
The assistant’s attention turned to the Egyptologist.
-What do you mean, professor? Were not the Egyptian plagues, according to the Bible, sent by Moses?
-Yes, they were, but the inscriptions here show a pharaoh sending the same plagues. This proves that...
-Professor look here, this is a lever!
Over time corrosion had caused part of the inscription on the wall to collapse, uncovering a lever that otherwise had been hidden.
-The sarcophagus has to be here somewhere behind these inscriptions – help me with the lever, Max!
-It is stuck, professor!
Part of the wall had moved a couple of centimeters.
-Look, the wall has moved!
Forcing the wall with their shoulders, Max and the natives caused it to move slowly, disclosing a secret chamber.
-Heavens! Amenofis IV’s tomb – exclaimed the old man in awe.
-In pure solid gold, professor!
Shaped as a semicircle, its walls had inscriptions they could not understand. A golden sarcophagus with a bicephalous eagle in lapis lazuli at its upper portion lay in the center.
-Look at this, Max –said the professor, pointing to the drawing in high relief.
-It is odd, professor, I have never seen an Egyptian representation of a falcon with two heads!
-No, Max … - the professor was visibly moved- it is not a falcon…
***
-What are you trying to say? –asked the assistant rather surprised.
-This is not a falcon but a bicephalous eagle or rather it is a phoenix, a very special type of eagle, according to mythology…
-The one reborn from aches?
-You guessed right, Max, now… it is not an Egyptian symbol but a Sumerian one.
-Sumerian? … But, what would a Sumerian symbol be doing on an Egyptian sarcophagus?
-Max – the old man went on, overtaken with emotion: we may, by opening this sarcophagus, be facing one of the most terrible secrets ever revealed to man; one that we believed to be lost in the night of times. I fear, Max, that mankind is not prepared to unfold!
-Professor –the young man’s eyes brightened – I am more curious than afraid. What could there be inside a sarcophagus over four thousand years old to make one scared?
-My friend- said the old man- you must have heard about the criminal fire that destroyed the famous library at Alexandria, did you not?
-Yes, it was the act of an irrational Arabian caliph who believed that he was saving the world from evil by destroying all the knowledge kept there since ancient times.
-Not everything was destroyed, young man, not everything. The famous library was set on fire in 646 of our era. Julius Cesar, seduced by Cleopatra, went to Egypt in 48 B.C. Upon his return, he took some books with him from that library. Most of them are kept today at the library in the Vatican, natural heir to the Roman Empire. But, when German troops invaded Rome, in 1527, under the command of Carlos V, some of these books were sold to Venetian tradesmen, and from there they ended up at the Museum of London -– books of disturbing contents, accessed only by a small group of researchers connected to the British crown.
-Are you one of them? – asked the young man somehow fascinated.
-Yes, Max, I am one of them.
-But, what do they say, professor? The assistant could not control himself.
-There is a very old papyrus among them that was taken to Alexandria by Alexander the Great, hence the conquering of Judea, probably subtracted from old secret Judaic sects. Well – this papyrus reveal to us the existence of a very ancient city.
-From the beginning of civilization?
Yes, but not one of those we know originating from the fertile crescendo and the delta of the Nile. More ancient than that, perhaps even pre-diluvium: the city of Lagahs - according to the document – the city of sin.
-City of sin? I do not get it professor!
-According to the papyrus, this city was the very cause of the diluvium. You probably will not find anything about this in the Encyclopedia Britannica, since there are no more than ten people in the world who know anything about this city, but let me proceed: -according to the papyrus, and here we will find some facts that go hand- in - hand with the Bible and which are: the children of God (angels) were seduced by the daughters of men (women). Men extremely powerful, who oppressed and enslaved other people, were born from such unions. Their power did not come from their physical strength, but from the secret knowledge revealed to them by their exquisite parents. Those men were so depraved that they founded the city of Lagahs and from there they subdued the whole ancient world. Because of this, God punished them with the diluvium to put an end to evil on Earth. Only Noah and his family were saved to populate it again. The papyrus tell us that Ninrode, grandchild to Cao, one of Noah’s sons, while digging the earth to start another city, between the Tigers and the Euphrates rivers, found a book – not any book, but one forged in gold - the Lagahs’ Golden Book, as it came to be known. In the possession of this book, his mind had access to the hidden mysteries of magic. Because of the evil he incorporated, Ninrode ended up expelled from the city he had founded, taking refuge in Egypt. Under the pharaoh’s protection, he initiated a dynasty of magicians whose power spread fear everywhere.
-Janes and Jambres, the magicians from Egypt who, under the order of the pharaoh, resisted Moses?
-Yes, Max. These magicians descended from them. They however accumulated so much mystic power and had formed such a stronghold that they ended up dethroning and killing the pharaoh himself. They became Egypt’s rulers until one of the most notorious magicians from the Ninrode’s dynasty took the power.
-Amenofis IV? – the young man was in ecstasy.
-That is it, Max –smiled the professor.
-And the book? – Both of them rested their eyes on the sarcophagus.
***
