Abraham: The Friend of God

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It's me, Satan!

It's me, Satan!

Satan, the banished!

The accursed! The disfavoured!

The humiliated!

Expelled from the empyrean!

Thrown down to the earth!

But Jehovah gave me till

the end of times.

So, hear me man, son of Adam!

With time still ticking,

I will not be inactive.

I will lead you into various

temptations and sins.

I will lead you into ignorance.

Sweet ignorance!

The great idol!

Second only to Nimrod!

Who are you?

Sent by God!

This a hallowed idol-house!

Babel in the land of the Chaldeans

was ruled by Nimrod. son of Cush.

Babel in the land of the Chaldeans

was ruled by Nimrod, son of Cush.

Also known as Babylon, it was

a small part of Nimrod's kingdom.

Yet, it was the largest city

I in the region.

Nimrod was the most powerful

man on earth.

Fig was considered the god

of gods.

And his people worshipped him

besides many other idols.

People of Babel!

I swear to you by Nimrod,

the god of gods.

I was dusting a certain idol.

And even though my action

was a form of worship.

He cursed me with an

eternal curse.

Give way to Azar!

Give way to the one who crafts

the gods with his hands.

Give way to the one who crafts

the gods with his hands.

May Azar put an end to this curse!

Give way to Azar, please!

He forms the gods

with his hands.

And by the generosity of

this great sage

the greatest priest of Babel

one's fate is decided

the clouds disperse and

the sky of Babel brightens.

When Azar uses his hands

and tools, a god takes shape.

And when a god is created,

Nimrod, the great monarch,

holds him dear in this land.

I have not sculpted

this cursed idol.

Obeis, the other sculptor, did.

You're a great poet.

My carvers would make your god

worthy of your words

and that, without charging you.

Out of the way!

Bow down!

Out of the way!

Bow down!

What are you looking at?

That ungrateful Nimrod.

He doesn't appreciate me.

Me!

Obeis!

How can anyone holds

Azar's idols worthier

than mine?

Sarai!

What are Nimrod's troops going

to do to him?

What are you talking about?

Abram didn't prostrate.

What?

They arrested him, father.

Even though he's

Azar's protege.

What will become of him?

What?

The law is:

prostrate or be punished.

Lot, is it Abram again?

He refuses to prostrate.

What have you done, Abram?

Do you enjoy being

in this dark dungeon?

Is it better than home?

Should I prostrate

before a man who's flesh and

bone like me

even though he's

the head of an empire?

That's enough, Abram!

That bitter tongue of yours

has disturbed Nimrod

and his followers.

Be careful!

Soon, even I, Azar, won't be

able to intervene on your behalf.

Azar, why are you making

my son son pt idols?

I am,hunted by the ghost

of Abram's deceased mother.

I make Abram carve

stones like my other children.

Gut his father lets him stay here

so he can learn the craft

and knows well that his son

sculpt with such great finesse.

He's even superior to

my own sons.

Sculpt! Sculpt!

For you shall be my successor!

What have you done?

- It's only rock...

- It's a god to worship!

This stone?

How can you worship what

you yourself make?

You are my future, understand?

You won't carve for me anymore.

From now on you'll be selling.

Selling only.

You'll go to the bazaar and sell

gods to your fellow Babylonians.

Idols! Polished and colored!

Cheap ones!

Expensive ones!

Neither useful, nor harmful!

Buy an idol! Buy an idol!

Cheap ones!

Expensive ones!

Get a good deal on my gods!

They do no harm and

they do no good. Buy now!

Your own personal god

made in Babel!

I took you in, Abram.

With love, I taught you everything.

Everything!

You should use what you were

taught to grow the business.

Not destroy it!

Sculpt it again like this!

sculpt again!

Sculpt with inspiration,

finesse and joy!

Let your gifted hands turn hideous

rocks into divine creation.

Sculpt gods with your hands.

Who created your hands

and mine?

I bought you from Azar

with my money.

So, I have power over you.

I am your god.

You must kneel before me.

Kneel!

You may be a god to the

stupid Babylonians

but you're not a god to me.

Kneel!

Kneel!

Whose throne is that?

The great Nimrod's throne!

I only sit on that throne

because of the peoples

ignorance.

But you, you are clever

because you know to keen

feeding their ignorance.

As long as the people

stay ignorant

my throne is secure

and I can rule them better

than a god.

But you are the god

of Babel!

You were freed at last.

Captured Nimrod's cruelty

Freed by Azar's intercession.

Aren't you afraid?

I might Nimrod's spy.

Nimrod's spies are not

as kind as you, Sarai.

What do you know about

Sarai's kindness?

Nimrod's followers

don't help the needy.

Another Azar masterpiece!

These hands create miracles!

Elf Nimrod sees you.

he'll forget his godship!

Polish it!

Lot, any news?

He's gone again to

the mountain to pray!

Pray! Pray! Pray!

Abram is my student,

but he's nothing like me.

I'll go look for him at the farm.

Maybe he's returned.

You're Nimrod's eyes. Harpak.

You were supposed to cause

Azar to be disfavoured

not favoured!

You also promised that Azar's idol

would never reach the idol-house

but it did and

endeared Nimrod.

My idol was supposed

to charm Nimrod.

It's very hard, Obeis.

The day you were expelled

from Nimrod's court

Nimrod bestowed upon Azar

the official commission to sculpt

all the kingdom's approved gods.

A commission I think is

too heavy a burden for him.

No, Harpak.

Maybe, it'll help if I disclose to

Nimrod our little secret.

Then, it'll be really hard.

Don't threaten me. Obeis!

If need be, I'll bury you alive.

Then, you'll be really finished.

I did think of that possibility.

That's why I revealed your

secret to someone I trust.

He's instructed

to divulge everything to Nimrod

in case you decide to kill me.

Harpak.

I will never forget that fateful

day when I went to the forest.

Fist I saw a horse. then you and

then her...

You win.

Azar's idols won't enter

the idol-house of Babel.

Now go, Obeis. Don't stay here.

That's good, Harpak. Good.

Harpak.

Obeis will reveal our secret

to your husband the king

if I don't get rid of his rival. Azar.

Then, we'll kill both him

and Nimrod.

Lord Almighty!

You've called me out from

among my people!

But my people don't worship you.

They worship nothing!

Listen!

Oh, celestial bodies who are

our gods!

Oh, stars in the heavens. who hide

in your bosom our future.

7 our lives, our riches,

our empire, and our world.

Our lives, our riches,

our empire, and our world.

Behold us', your servants!

What are you worshipping?

You are not wanted.

Leave us be!

Which star do you worship?

Could it be Venus. the brightest

in the heavens?

But, I worship Jehovah, more

luminescent than any star.

What happened to Venus?

It's not as bright anymore.

It faded before the moon. So.

now your new god is the moon.

A much larger and

brighter god for you.

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