The Solomon Chronicles: Sangre Del Unico

The Solomon Chronicles

Sangre del Unico

D. R. de Pedraza

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Certain characters in this work are historical figures, and certain events portrayed did take place. However, this is a work of fiction. All of the other characters, names, and events as well as all places, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

All spells in this novel were taken from:

Schlangekraft Inc, The Necronomicon, New York, Avon Books, 1977

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Contents

Part I

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Part II

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

The End…

Esta libro es dedicado a mi raza

Preface

This book was born out of many years of research on my family history. I used the San Antonio Public Library system for most of my research. I encourage everyone to visit your local library system and find out who is in your family tree.

Acknowledgment

I’d like to thank Mrs. Brenda Foley Melton for helping a young boy to reach beyond the stars and to Alicia and Crissida for believing in me.

Forword

I welcome you to a real joy, The Solomon Chronicles. The author, Dave, is a long-term friend who flattered me with this request for a few words. Enjoy the historical imagery, powerful and diverse characters, and the persistent story line. This book is a juicy and addictive story. Within it you will find lots of good stuff to satisfy fantasy fans, ancient conspiracy theorists, die-hard epic fans, and even those hard to please history buffs.

The book that follows contains classic story lines. The eternal conflict of good versus evil is well described with man as the fulcrum between these larger forces. The sacrifice of love, love unrequited, and the complex theme of honor to God and to country are all presented and intertwined. The characters are richly described, the time period is believable from the ancillary descriptions, and you will find yourself turning the pages one after another. As I read each chapter I could not wait for the next installment. I am sure you, the reader will be carried away with the story as much as I was.

My particular delight is to introduce the reader to this wonderful story from the mind of my friend. I am still amazed that my old Army buddy could write something so compelling that I would buy it, read it, and pass it around like we used to back in Germany. I hope you, the reader, will be as enthralled in the story as I was.

James Jett Jerome, Ph. D.

Morgantown, WV

2003

Introduction

Hernan de Pedraza, one of the minor characters in The Solomon Chronicles, is a real life ancestor in my family tree. The things he achieved early in the 15th century will forever be in the annuls of history but I didn't have to go that far back to find a hero to write about.

My grandfather, Roman Pedrazine, immigrated into the United States in 1918 at the age of eighteen. Fleeing the armies of Pancho Villa he joined the United States Army Air Corp. He took part in WW I, WW II and the Korean Conflict and retired from the United States Air Force in the mid 70's. From my father to my son Blake, (who now serves in the 82nd Airborne in Iraq), all the males in my direct line have served in the United States Military. All for different reasons, all in different wars but all heroes none the less. Stop and thank the heroes in your life.

David de Pedraza

December 2008

Blood of Solomon

With the power within his grasp, he silently saves the world

Born in times of antiquity his eternal enemy sees

throwing the hatred of his master at his feet.

Despair he does not for he is the chosen one

by God’s hand he was touched the only blood of Solomon.

To the commoners of this world he is known as Delgado,

to the betrayers of God’s word, he will foil their bravado

Following dictators who try to rule the world in hopes of

ending God's plans he finds himself not alone but with his band

as they save the world over and over again

©2004 DB Media Entertainment LLC

The Story of Zadocicis

(Taken directly from the secret Keys of Ishtar)

I was born in a time when there was no form of record keeping, no day, no night. Just time. The blackness that surrounded me was real to all my senses. It was my reality. I knew I was somehow alive, but I comprehended little else.

Then he who became known to me as my master brought light to my blind sockets of vision. I had no form, just eyes. It was as if my master wished me to see his greatness, his power. For seven passings of the glowing orb above, UTA to my master, I was force fed the scenes of creation. Dark, light, dark, light, dark, until finally, I was pulled from the sludge that was my existence. A Divine light pulled my essence into the heavens, into the beautiful stars of my master Marduk.

Marduk gave me form and a place in his kingdom. I served at his will and in return, he gave me the power of knowledge, Knowledge of the Arts. He used me to perfect what he would give the chosen few of his mortal children and how much he would give them. He took me to the brink of evil with so much power and would then reclaim some to bring me back to him.

When my master was ready, he placed his creation, which he called man, onto the earth. Time passed and my master saw that man was lonely and decided to create a partner for man.

This is when evil came to my master. He who my master called two names, Alla Xul, and Dingir Xul. The Evil God had a proposition for my master that was this: ‘If the partner of man turns him evil in any way, Alla Xul would take possession of the one he named Zadocicis’

I was the pawn in which Evil had a chance to take from my master, giving him the knowledge I had been given. The deal was struck.

The partner of man, whom my master called woman, was created and my master was pleased…for a while. Until the time when woman convinced man to do evil against my master by breaking the specific law used to bait woman into doing evil. My master Marduk thought his creation strong enough to overcome the urges to go to evil.

And I, Zadocicis, was pulled away in that instant man crossed my master. My new destiny was that as an immortal on the face of the earth, A harbinger of evil, doing the bidding of my new master.

I, Zadocicis, have been counsel to Gods and Kings throughout the time of man, towing the line of good for the sake of evil. Throughout time planning and plotting the destruction of man by way of man, from the Paleolithic man to Neolithic Man to Human. The Berbers, the Mongols, every part of the world where man lives, I am there, doing the bidding of my master, facilitating the end of the world as was written in time so long ago… when there was no memory for me, no existence.

Part I

Chapter One

Discovery

"On the turning away

From the pale and downtrodden

And the words they say

Which we won’t understand…

Don’t accept that what’s happening

Is just a case of others suffering

Or you’ll find that you’re joining

The turning away."

A Momentary Lapse of Reason

-Pink Floyd (Gilmore/Erzin)

Jerusalem

April 1414

The Master of the Order of Knights Templar lay asleep in his bed. His body twitched and turned as the nightmares returned yet again. The young girl and the little boy, whom he had never met before, were vivid and real but everyone else was blurred from his vision. Everyone but the evil that turns the land red with blood and gore. He didn't want to see this again but as before, he could not pull himself from the dream.

Gather the children and get into the castle! the young girl shrieked. Quickly! Everyone get inside!

She began herding the children closest to her when the screams began. The children ushered into the castle were now turning around and running out. Black clouds swallowed the keep whole as thunder boomed over and over again. Lightning strikes began pelting the grounds and the wind began ripping the tents from their tie downs.

The black clouds moved quickly over the grounds and swallowed some of the screaming children. The men, who had no weapons or armour of any kind, began running towards the castle. Then the boy and girl, who were running to hide in the wheat fields, dropped from sight as if swallowed by the earth. Then the majestic golden fields began turning blood red with the slaughter of the remaining children.

A light rapping upon the door began to stir Blas from his torment.

A second round of knocks successfully awoke the Master Templar and he popped up into a sitting position, sweat running down his face, confusion in his eyes.

My lord, are you there? a voice from the other side of the door asked.

What is it that is so important as to risk your head waking me with the birds?! Blas exploded in response.

Blas waited a few seconds and, when no response came, he threw his legs over the side of his bed and came to a sitting position.

Are you there?

Yes, my lord, the voice said.

Well are you going to tell me what you want?

Of course, my lord. There is urgent news in the form of a letter waiting for you.

News, you say, Blas said. Well, what is it?

I do not know my lord, I have not read it.

Blas rose and pulled on a robe.

Then how can you know it is urgent?

I do not… I mean… the voice stammered.

Step in, Blas commanded.

The door handle turned and a young man of about sixteen entered the room. Blas looked the boy over. His jet-black hair was perfectly in place as was his fuzz of a mustache…too perfect.

What is your name, boy? Blas asked through a yawn.

The boy stood rigid.

Hernan, sir. Hernan de Peraza, son of Gonzalo Perez Martel and Ines Peraza, he replied proudly.

Uh-hu, Blas said as he stretched.

He stretched far enough back to reach a sword hidden in the drapes near his bed. He pulled it with quickness and in seconds had it at the throat of the boy.

Who are you really? I have not seen you here before, Blas demanded.

The boy did not blink.

I believe I have already stated who I am, my lord.

Laughing from the hallway snapped the stare between the two as Aaron, the Orders most famous knight entered the room. He calmly stood between the two and faced Blas.

Master Blas, it has been a while. How are things since my early retirement?

Blas said nothing. The look upon his face said it all.

What? Do not be cross with young Hernan here. I put him up to it. You know me…

Yes, Blas said cutting him off. I do know you and I know you would not be here without a reason. So what brings you here and why the joke at this god awful hour of the morning?

Why you do, Aaron said. You sent for me, or do you not remember?

How could I send for you when I didn’t even know where you were? Where have you been?

"Well, I’ve taken young Hernan here under my wing. We have been training in Salamanca. He told you he was Ines’s son didn’t he?

Yes, of course. I was just waking up…I must not have really been listening. I am sorry for the sword, boy.

It’s quite all right, my lord, Hernan said respectfully. If I did want to kill you, you wouldn’t have had the opportunity to pull it in the first place, my lord.

That’s enough, Hernan. Aaron said. This young man has great potential, if he would just learn to hold his tongue. I am sorry, Blas.

Not at all. He has got his mother’s spirit, hasn’t he? But, no matter how happy I am now to see you, I did not send for you.

Well perhaps you have forgotten. The message has your seal on it. Have a look yourself.

Aaron pulled a rolled message from his daysack.

None the worse for wear considering the trip, he said handing it to Blas.

Blas read the note word for word, finally running his fingers over his official seal at the bottom of the page.

Blas, who was at least fifty years old, still boiled over easily and quickly heated up on this.

Someone very close to me has deceived you and I, Aaron. I did not send for you, but believe me, whoever has used my name falsely will pay a handsome price! Let us go see who is behind this, he said pulling his robe tight.

They left the room and walked to the north end of the Hall of Templars. They entered a side room leading into a vast library and his personal offices. The library shelves were full of scrolls and early leather bound books but was empty least one man, a priest, standing with his back to them. Blas, with Aaron and Hernan in tow, walked up to him.

Can I help you? Blas asked.

Has the knight Aaron arrived?

Blas, startled by the response, looked back at Aaron for a second.

Is it you who has used deception to bring Lord Aaron here?

The priest turned to face Blas.

Kind Master, he said. If you would please follow me.

The old priest walked away from him and out of the library.

What is going on here! Blas fumed.

Well, I guess we do as the Padre says, Aaron said with a laugh.

They followed the old man outside. It was a bright morning and the sun was already beginning to bake the ground. Down the road leading out of the city they went. They passed the early risers tending to their chores as they approached the majestic Temple of Solomon.

I would have brought my horse if I had known we were going on a journey, Aaron said throwing his hands in the air in mock anger.

I would have worn shoes, Blas snarled looking down to his feet. This blessed ground is already burning!

Hernan and Aaron laughed at the Master Templar as they caught up to the sage now at the entrance to the Holy Temple.

The priest suddenly took on a peculiar look and the air around them became still as a sudden seriousness closed in around them all. An overbearing feeling they all felt.

Blas and Aaron looked at each other and then to Hernan, who was now a little less sure of himself.

Praise the Lord, Blas said.

Praise the Lord, Aaron and Hernan repeated.

Hernan dropped to his knees and began praying while the Aaron and Blas studied the priest. The priest then pulled his hood over his gray, balding head, turned and entered the temple. Blas and Aaron begin to follow when Aaron realized Hernan was still on his knees.

Are you coming, Hernan?

Hernan opened his eyes and quickly looked around.

Of course, he said catching up.

They walked through the temple, whose only light derived from torches hanging on the walls. The priest pulled one such torch off the wall and fumbled with some keys as he continued down a hallway adorned with beautiful tapestries. He finally came to a stop at one, pulled it back to reveal a door unknown to Blas or Aaron, though they had been in the temple numerous times.

Why have I not seen this room before? Blas asked the priest.

The old priest either ignored him or could not hear in his current state, which began to worry Blas.

They followed the priest through the door and walked down a long narrow passageway, which opened up into a huge room filled with books, scrolls, and paintings. Tables formed in the shape of a U were scattered throughout the large hall. Ancient scrolls covered the surfaces of the tables as old men in white robes hovered over them, studying, conferring and writing.

One particular part of their uniform robes immediately caught Aaron’s eye. They all bore the golden Seal of Solomon over the left breast of their ivory robes, a sign of the ancient group known as the Priests of Solomon. Their presence had not been seen on the earth since the death of Solomon himself.

Upon the trio’s entrance, all sound and movement stopped as everyone in the room watched them come in. Looks of recognition passed over the faces of the robed men and they put their books and papers down, destined to greet the entourage at the door. As if rehearsed a thousand times, they bowed in unison.

Blas followed their eyes and realized they were not bowing to him or the priest. They were bowing to Aaron. He stepped aside to fully reveal him.

Aaron looked at Blas and then to the men before his feet. Confusion filled his face and he was about to speak when a voice from the rear of the room interrupted him.

Lord Aaron, Master Blas, you have finally arrived.

A man walks towards them. He is dressed in a red robe, a golden Seal of Solomon emblazoned on it.

I’m sorry, do I know you? Aaron asked politely.

No, you do not, but I know you all quite well. My name is Daniel, Nineteenth Priest of Solomon. A position passed on from my father and his father and so on. All these men you see before you here are descendants of the original order. All are here because King Solomon foretold this day before his death. My ancestors scribed his words and their ancestors, he said pointing to the kneeling men, have been deciphering ever since.

Daniel turned to the kneeling priests.

Back to work now.

The men got to their feet mumbling excitedly, and returned to their lifelong endeavor with renewed fervor.

Daniel approached Aaron and Blas, pulled his hood down and revealed his face. He was a young, handsome man with brown hair and strong features. Though his face was young, his piercing blue eyes revealed vast amounts of knowledge and understanding, of power.

Please come with me, he asked.

They followed Daniel to the back of the library, through extended rows of books and scrolls older than the sand foundation of the temple. They passed through yet another door and into a huge room that was vividly rich in color. The furniture was a deep mahogany and rivaled any king’s palace.

What is this all about? Aaron asked. Why were those men bowing to me?

That is one of the reasons I have summoned you all here, Daniel replied.

So it was you who used my seal to bring Aaron here? Blas demanded.

It was not I, Daniel said. I assure you. We all work for a higher purpose, or have you forgotten that, Master Templar?

Ashamed, Blas relented.

Of course not. I am here but by the will of God.

"Good. My ancestors, as I said before, scribed the Prophecy of Solomon. For hundreds of years, we have worked to translate it, for the king spoke in a foreign tongue.

What I am about to relate to you is the reason you are all here. You will understand everything you need to when we are done and you will go on to complete your mission. Now everyone sit. You too Hernan, you’re involved as well."

They all sat as servants entered with water, grapes and wine.

Daniel rose and moved to the front of his desk. He sat and spoke softly as if telling a story to a child.

"In 550 B.C., God battled one he called Gog. This story was revealed to King Solomon and his scribes coded it as they wrote it. There was no key. It has taken our ancestors one hundred and twenty five years to decipher it. The story that was told is this:

The combined armies of Persia and Ethiopia sat on one side of the land of the children of God. On the other sat the combined armies of Meshech and Tubal as well as the army of Beth-Togarmah. Meeting at daybreak in full armor, shield and sword, they charged the city of God.

Out of the south, dark ominous clouds surrounded the city of God’s people. Lightening flashed through the air and the wind picked up tenfold. A large swirl of light broke through the dark clouds. The power of God was about to be revealed.

The face of God emerged from the clouds. To each person who witnessed the blessed event, the face was different. The horses of the enemies of God shook with fear as the citizens of the city came out of their houses and rushed on bended knees to offer prayer to God.

‘I am against you, O Gog, Chief Prince of Meshech and Tubal! I will turn you around and drive you forward and bring you up from the remotest parts of the north. You are here for I commanded it, Gog – or Satan to all!"

Satan’s armies stood fast but were obviously confused and visibly shaken. From behind the army came a loud roar. Out of the sky a beast unknown to common man shook it’s shield of secrecy. A huge dragon rushed over the standing army.

Stand ready and watch, King of Kings, Satan bellowed.

Satan was dressed in black leather armor, his wings flaring as the dragon swooped towards the city. Satan delivered a blast of light and fire that shattered a building upon impact as the dragon simultaneously shot bellows of fire through it’s huge iron like teeth.

Thou hast profaned me for the last time. You have chosen this dungeon in which to live for a thousand years. You and your followers will be destroyed this day!

A bolt of lightning erupted from the hand of God. Satan’s dragon, the beast with seven heads of the Herodian Dynasty and the ten horns which represented the Roman Emperors who disgraced God, took the impact full on. It began into a free fall towards the ground.

Satan shot out of his saddle and hovered over his armies.

The dragon’s red leathery wings allowed it’s huge feet to softly thud to the ground. It immediately proceeded towards the city as it belched searing balls of fire. The dragon cared not who was in its path as it crushed fleeing soldiers from both sides into the earth.

Satan had command of seven kingdoms, those who stood ready for the instruction from the one they knew as Gog.

Attack my legions! Zadocicis, lead them through! Satan commanded.

Zadocicis, the minion of Satan, the deceiver of kings and armies, led his stallion ahead. To the kings he deceived, he was known as Ezekiel the Prophet, masked by Satan to be led to slaughter. He reveled in the victory his master would impose on the king of kings, he whom he once served.

At the head of his armies, he was bearing down on the city of God when an ominous laughter bellowed overhead as God’s swirling face became animated with fire.

Prophecy has brought us together again, my fallen angel. Nevertheless, on this day, there shall be a great shaking in the land of Israel! My wrath is now aroused!

The earth began quivering as hailstorms began pelting the ground. Zadocicis’ warriors began falling off their mounts as a group of monks led chants of the ancient rites, singing to God in the middle of the attack.

Michael, my angel, Defender of Heaven and earth. Return again and conquer the beast you defeated by the blood of the lamb. Come now for the devil has once again come down for my children with wrath in his eyes! Your God commands you!

Thunder boomed as sheets of lightening blanketed the atmosphere, electrifying the sky as the summons for the Sword of Heaven echoed throughout the universe.

The hailstorms stopped as a deafening explosion rocked the heavens. Fire mixed with ice and burning sulfur began raining down upon the thousands of enemy troops. The earth began splitting and lakes of fire and lava began spilling out, rolling towards the now fleeing armies.

Michael and his Arc-Angles swooped out of the heavens, Michael on a collision course with Gog.

Once again foolish Satan! If The Lord has called for me, rest assured your defeat will be at my hands!

It is you who are a fool, Michael, Satan snarled back. The only reason you could ever defeat me is because of him, coward!

Below, the Persians were trying to retreat, but fell as the earth opened to swallow them, horse and soldier alike. Mind boggling death screams filled the valley. Widespread panic rushed through the thousand of troops amassed at the city with no walls.

Zadocicis watched in dismay as his master and the Arc-Angel Michael battled in the sky. They skillfully deflected successive blows, neither seemingly to hurt the other. They threw bolts of fire and steel arrows that transformed into deadly snakes in mid air. The battle below began breaking up.

The other Arc Angels, Gabriel and Raphael swooped down upon the masses of bewildered troops. Massive meteors of fire smashed dozens at a time, cremating and entombing them into the earth simultaneously. Death, thick and full, filled the air.

Zadocicis, sensing an opportunity to catch Raphael off guard, cast a locking spell on him, momentarily freezing him and sending him into a free-fall. It was enough time for the apprentice of Satan to use his mind and snatch him out of the sky.

From the pits of hell will the demons burn your traitorous wings, Raphael! Zadocicis sneered.

Fire erupted from Zadocicis’ hands and engulfed the Arc-Angel as he threw him towards the earth with the built up hatred of a thousand years of his masters’ rebellion.

Gods will be done! Raphael screamed through the flames.

A tear slipped from Gods eye as he watched his children fight for the being of man.

Fight on, my Raphael!

The flames surrounding Raphael instantaneously became blue moments before he hit the ground, freeing him of Zadocicis’ grasp. Raphael swooped upon Zadocicis, sending him ungraciously into the dirt.

Raphael unsheathed his mighty sword and dove towards the remnants of the now fainthearted attackers. Blood and limb flew as he turned his back on Zadocicis.

Michael jumped from his horse and with his own heavenly blade walked through the solders as if walking through clouds.

A loud blast from a trumpet erupted over the valley.

Profane my Lord will you, heathens, Raphael screamed as he hacked away.

You have brought upon yourselves my brother for he has smelled your cowardice and treachery!

Pulling a small horn from his belt, Raphael blew three short bursts from it.

The Incarnation of War, Yo-Sag, from the land of the Mongols, rode in from the tops of Mount Fuji. His enormous white stallion pranced through the dark clouds towards the battle. He wore a face shield of tiny horns that covered his entire visage. His sword gleamed pure yellow energy.

I have been summoned, I have arrived! bellowed the universe’s fiercest warrior.

Join us my brother, Raphael yelled. Fight by me, side by side noble warrior, for God has summoned us to protect his people!

Yo-Sag jumped from his mighty steed and joined Raphael on the ground. He stood nearly ten feet tall and carried a huge barbarian sword half his size with equally huge tiger teeth dangling from its hilt.

His horse continued on and drove directly into the dragon, which was trying to again get off the ground. The dragon, caught in mid flight, took the hit directly in its stomach, sending it back to the ground. Yo-Sags beautiful white horse bared its sallow teeth, which grew into large fangs aimed for the dragon. So vicious was he that he held the demon dragon in check.

God reached out with a hand of blue flame and picked up the fallen serpent as if picking a flower. Michael, who finally managed to lasso Satan with a string from the belt of God, looked up to the heavens and screamed towards his Almighty.

A gift for thee, my lord!

Michael launched the wrapped Satan into the outstretched hand of God.

I judge you yet again, Satan. You have fallen from grace so long ago that you no longer know nor respect your creator! I judge you now again since the last time a thousand years ago!

No! Satan screamed. Let me go!

God again judged Satan, as prophecy foretold. He looked into Satan and saw the thrones of the kings who betrayed his house and those who sat upon them and those given authority to judge, and God grew angrier. He witnessed those who had been beheaded for their testimony to Him and for the word of God. Those who refused to worship the beast or it’s image and had not received its mark on their foreheads nor on their hands.

Watch now devil and see what I undo what it has taken you a thousand years to do!

And God spoke.

Come back to me, my children, he said to the millions who were murdered by Satan and his minions for believing in him.

This is the First Resurrection. Blessed and holy are those who share in the first resurrection. Over you, death has no power and you will be priests and warriors of God and Christ!

The spirits of those murdered in the name of God rose from their burial places, and God smiled and cried simultaneously.

And you, King of Lies, so that you will deceive nations no more, I will throw you into the pit of fire from which you defied and you will be tied by the threads of my robe for a thousand years, and you will create no disorder within my world. Zadocicis will be allowed freedom and he will attempt to situate disorder within my realm, but be mistaken not Devil. Yea, be warned my sons and daughters for the minion will abound within the world, trying to defile the Mol Soon codex but Mol soon will not let me down for he knows my judgment will be held another thousand years and if I am to return, I WILL judge for an eternity! Be holy those when the name of God is summoned in and the deceiver will rein terror or die another thousand years. Here, you have heard my prophecy and be prepared and warned, for the word of God Is Reality!

Thunder not heard since the destruction of the dinosaurs erupted over those left on the battlefield. The earth splitting, fire and hailstones stopped and God summoned the key that would lock the ageless demon in the earth.

You are powerless to me Satan and I banish you and your demon dragon with the crowns of Seven Kingdoms into the pits of hell for a thousand years and, we shall meet again, my Lucifer. I love you my son, God said, traducing the Prince of Darkness.

Nooooo! Satan screamed as the Incarnation of Death appeared and handed God the key to the pit of darkness, his skeletal fingers showing underneath his black cloak.

Managing to locate Zadocicis telepathically, Satan found him transporting himself leagues at a time to get away from the