The First Technomancer by Rodney C. Johnson Page A

Urmia – Watertown held a connection
to those Sumerian starfarers, who had fled, yet left behind
remnants of themselves to be misunderstood, or ignored. Never mind
a few genetic monstrosities to haunt their once slave, gold mining
humans. Yet these Parsua tribesmen did not
see Jinn in that way, for he was Vril and not Annunaki. They did
not behold evil, but a marvelous burning light that now walked
among them.
    Iblis Jinn casually
wondered if these mid-level beings could appreciate his place in
their creation. Without me, my
grandchildren, there'd be no Annunaki, and humanity itself born
from a seed which I had planted. El-Shaddai dares try become lord
of what I rightfully rule over! Too bad
his twin brother already had begun a propaganda campaign against
him on this planet. He and these humans were truly brethren. He lost his claim to these humans when he cast me
out of Araboth.
    If this were to be their battlefield, Iblis
Jinn would hammer for himself a legacy here.
    “You are welcome to join us.” Responded a
short, roundish man with a white beard. “I'm Hooshyar, headman of
this village. Come sate your hunger my Lord Jinn.”
     
     
    And sate his hunger he did.
    Lustful almond eyes fell upon Iblis. The
women hungered for him. His presence ignited in the human females a
sexual want. For days on end they served him. Fed and washed him –
this stranger from afar, with crystalline-wings. For in their sight
he was magnificent, a man of superior build and razor sharp
wit.
    Yet, though he could have any among them.
Only one female caught his eye. Though she did not know it, she met
the Fallen One's requirements in detail. Her DNA, combined with
that of his own would birth the type of offspring Iblis Jinn sought
to carry on his mission here.
    In modern terms Shaheen would have been 'A
looker'. Tall, proud, with keen smoky eyes. She alone among the
village women did not fall over herself to please Iblis Jinn, even
though she, like her sisters swooned for him.
    That is why when Shaheen
arrived at Iblis's cave, his sanctuary and laboratory, carrying a
tray of food and drink, the so called Prince of Darkness,
reacted with a measure of surprise when he looked up to see the
curvaceous woman who stood over him. Rising from a seat where he
wrote on a lambskin scroll, Jinn welcomed the beauty before him.
“Most unexpected Shaheen.”
    Despite herself, Shaheen blushed under his
piercing blue gaze. No person she had ever encountered had such
vibrant blue eyes, or reddish hair, with its strange touch of
metallic gold. “My sisters had other duties...” She bit her bottom
lip. “You're our guest Lord Jinn, it's our people's obligation to
be sure you are comfortable for as long as you stay among us.” She
glanced away, said. “You've given us many gifts.”
    “I am a man who only desires to make your
lives easier. For I can see grand potential in you as a people.”
Iblis said about his bestowing of advancements to this small group
of humans. In his opinion the Annunaki had kept these creatures far
too stunted, there was an innate fire to grow in humanity which
needed feeding. “My desalination filters will help supply you water
for generations.”
    “You're not a man.” Shaheen said moving a
pace closer to him.
    Iblis Jinn straightened to his full imposing
height, his chest out thrust.
    “Not a man?” Iblis grinned slightly. It had
not been meant as an attack upon his maleness, that he knew. “If
not a man, what am I?” He let his hand, with its claw-like metallic
nails brush suggestively across the tops of her full tan breasts,
which bulged out of her flimsy maroon top.
    Breathless Shaheen uttered: “A son of God,
sent from Paradise to walk among mortals.”
    God! Iblis fumed, a term
which in his estimation proved to both be oddly accurate, while
also being exceedingly misleading. If only they knew, how The
One has been chained by Its own physics. The Divine Artist, a
demiurgic force indeed, yet inexorably hobbled by Its