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Michael's house across  the  stony flat  looked different  than Elyon remembered, and no wonder, when Mt. Anshar was in eruption it no doubt threw  flaming projectiles many  miles. And he had once burned down the house himself in anger after the conception of Binah. With a scowl on his face  at the pervasive  smell of sulphur he  strode past boiling  mud pots and ponds  of scalding water. The ground itself was as warm as his body. The house, he knew, relied on these thermal features to maintain a comfortable temperature within its walls. He walked the quarter-mile to the house and let himself inside. It was not locked, and why should it be? No traveler ever stumbled onto the land of Anshar for all the time Kemen has been populated.

The house was not empty. A short human stood in the main living space, brown of skin,  with black hair  cropped short  and long unruly facial hair that  marked him as  one the  descendants of Abraham who  called themselves the Yehudim. They abstained from trimming their  beard. The man  said,  simply, "I  greet  you, Belial."

Belial said, "You know who I am,  yet you do not  address me as Lord. The B'nei Elohim have  grown less courteous of late. Where is the seraph Bat-El mentioned would be waiting here?"

The man said, "I am that seraph."

"Binah, then. Welcome to the world of meat."

"This meat is called  by the  name of  Yeshua. And  Speaking of meat. I  hope you brought  some with you, Belial,  otherwise the seven days you must tarry here will seem overlong."

Belial was amazed. "How long have you been here?"

"Forty days in Anshar, and ten days without food."

"There has been a  house in Anshar  from nearly  the beginning. Obviously  it  has  been  maintained.  So  ask  Bat-El  to  send ministering  B'nei Elohim  with some  food. Doesn't  Bat-El love you? Why would your parent leave  you in this lonely place while you run out of food to eat?"

Yeshua said, "Bat-El thought you might wish to meet a new seraph before he was sent  to Earth.  For indeed I  am so,  tasked, to order that world more to our liking."

"A hungry man can never fairly begin a great toil. Please accept food from your other parent."