By papa55mike
Prologue
Why did mother give me the name of Prisha? It means God's gift. I was never a gift in my father's eyes being born the curse of India, a girl. A despicable creature in the Patriarchal System where boys are cherished. Girls are considered subhuman and caged like livestock.
In my eleven years in Supal, I have shared my existence with the family car. However, I've never ridden in it. My corner of the shed consists of a palette, a blanket, and a bucket to do my business in, then bury it.
Father has never accepted me in any way. He forces me to work in a factory, claiming my earnings while my younger brother attends school. When I am old enough, my father swears he will sell to a man who buys slaves for auction.
That night has finally come.
Headlights peering into the shed wake me in the middle of the night. I can see two figures approaching - one is my father.
I rise curiously from my bed at the sound of their voices. It sounds like the buyer wants to inspect the merchandise.
The silhouette of the buyer frightens me. His long pointed nose, stringy hair, and slight build are the spectacle of evil. "Yes, my friend. She is what we are looking for - you said she is a virgin."
"No one has touched this filthy beast of a child!" The father answers.
"Excellent, I long to see her body."
Father jerks off my sari and forces me to stand naked before them. I catch a glimpse of the buyer's hideous face and smile in the light.
My body quivers as he takes the gnarled index finger of his right hand and traces my budding breast. "Yes." Slowly walking behind me, he inspects every inch of my body. "She will bring a high price in the marketplace. I gladly will pay you the price you are asking." He hands father an envelope.
"What a pleasure to be rid of this worthless pig." Father spits in my face then draws back his hand to slap me.
"No!" The buyer shouts. "Do not damage the merchandise." He turns to me and says in the sweetest voice. "Get dressed, child, and come with me to a cherished life." He extends his hand to take.
I wrap my sari around me then glare at my father while walking away. Thankful to never see him again.
By papa55mike
Prologue
Why did mother give me the name of Prisha? It means God's gift. I was never a gift in my father's eyes being born the curse of India, a girl. A despicable creature in the Patriarchal System where boys are cherished. Girls are considered subhuman and treated like livestock.
In my eleven years in Supal, I have shared my existence with the family car. However, I've never ridden in it. I am always called to prepare dinner, but I cannot share it with the family. My corner of the shed consists of a palette, a blanket, and a bucket to do my business in, then bury it.
Father has never accepted me in any way. He forces me to work in a factory, claiming my earnings while my younger brother attends school. When I am old enough, my father swears he will sell to a man who buys slaves for auction.
That night has finally come.
Headlights peering into the shed wake me in the middle of the night. I can see two figures approaching - one is my father.
I rise curiously from my bed at the sound of their voices. It sounds like the buyer wants to inspect the merchandise.
The silhouette of the buyer frightens me. His long pointed nose, stringy hair, and slight build are the spectacle of evil. "Yes, my friend. She is what we are looking for - you said she is a virgin."
"No one has touched this filthy beast of a child!" The father answers.
"Excellent, I long to see her body."
Father jerks off my sari and forces me to stand naked before them. I catch a glimpse of the buyer's hideous face and smile in the light.
My body quivers as he takes the gnarled index finger of his right hand and traces my budding breast. "Yes." Slowly walking behind me, he inspects every inch of my body. "She will bring a high price in the marketplace. I gladly will pay you the price you are asking." He hands father an envelope.
"What a pleasure to be rid of this worthless pig." Father spits in my face then draws back his hand to slap me.
"No!" The buyer shouts. "Do not damage the merchandise." He turns to me and says in the sweetest voice. "Get dressed, child, and come with me to a cherished life." He extends his hand to take.
I wrap my sari around me then glare at my father while walking away. Thankful to never see him again.
Chapter 1
The morning sun will not rise for an hour, but behind Second Chance Open Bible Church, under the glow of a streetlight - Gabriel Hope is in the process of doing one thousand, one-handed push-ups in a full Army backpack. It's part of his morning workout.
Slowly the sound of boots scuffing the gravel penetrates the deep silence. Out of the darkness appears a massive, heavenly figure with steel-blue eyes, a chiseled face, and black hair - he's dressed in a black trench coat, blue jeans, and military boots that are size fifteen.
Gabriel concentrates on his workout and doesn't hear him approaching. The figure stops short and asks, "Are you preparing for battle, Gabriel?"
He suddenly looks up. "Michael! What are you doing here?" Gabe rises to his knees. "Let me get this backpack off." It falls to the ground with a thud when he stands, and the two men embrace.
Michael smiles. "You look fit and healthy."
"I'm up to 295 pounds of pure muscle." Gabe flexes his chest. "It must be Pearlie's cooking. I guess that's why I'm marrying her."
"Well, that's great news to hear!" A smile widens across Michael's face, and he slaps Gabe on the back, nearly knocking him down. "I'll come to that wedding."
"I can hear me introduce you. My dear friends, this is Michael, the Arch Angel from Heaven; we've been friends for years. That will make a splash." A puzzled look appears on Gabe's face. "I wondered why the Holy Spirit had me working out. Is there a mission?"
"With the evil one working, there's always a mission. But you will have help this time."
"Are you coming?"
"Yes, and the Lord has called two Walkers to assist us. They are close and should be here tomorrow."
The horizon begins to lighten when Pastor Pete comes out the back door with a cup of coffee in one hand and his cane in the other to help him walk. He still hasn't adapted to his prosthetic device replacing his lower right leg. "Hey, Gabe, I've got your coffee." Pete stops. "I didn't know you had a friend."
"Pete, I want you to meet my good friend, Michael."
Pete gives the cup to Gabe then reaches out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Micha..." He looks at Gabe with huge eyes. "Do you mean, Michael, from Heaven?"
"Yeah, Pete."
Pete begins to twitch and look around. "I don't know if I should bow or get on my knees."
Michael takes his hand. "Neither, my friend. Your spiritual strength, courage, and powerful prayers are known all over Heaven. It is I who should bow to you." And he does.
"I'm a rotten host. Would you like some coffee, Michael?"
"It's been many years, but yes."
~
It looks like many fingers grip the rising yellow sun as its light pours through the trees. A cloudless sky announces a new day. The three men are sitting under the old Oak behind the church, enjoying the morning.
Pete looks down at his new leg. "I don't know if I will ever get used to this thing."
"You will, Pete." Gabes smiles. "A year from now, you'll leave that cane in the corner of the church."
Michael speaks up. "What a fine church this is, Pastor Pete."
"It's much like the past churches built here. A community of many friends raised this church back up from the ashes. Each person used their love for God to bring it back to life, and it's left in the rafters, walls, and floorboards of the entire structure. It's an honor to be the Pastor here, Michael."
"I can see it in your eyes, Pastor Pete." Michael scans the entire building. "I want you to know that they will never destroy it again. Ten times is enough."
"It's astounding how many different forms this church has been in, but it was always the love for God that kept it going." Pete sips his coffee. "I take it you're here to borrow Gabe for a while?"
"I'm afraid so, Pastor Pete. We have a difficult task to accomplish."
"Just what is the mission, Michael?" Gabriel asks.
"Our mission is in India. It will be a long journey through the Spirit Realm into the poorest part of the country. Evil is truly breeding there."
"In what ways?" Pete asks.
"The evil one is buying young girls from the slave market in Bihar and breeding them with Legions and Familiars. Satan is trying to create a race of super demons. Do you remember studying the Watchers from the days of Jared?"
"I do." Pete answers. "They were two hundred fallen angels who descended on Mount Hebron and decided to mate with beautiful daughters of men. In doing so, they created the race of giants that became the Nephalim. It took many years and David's armies to finally destroy them. They also taught the people their evil ways, from sorcery to Beastiality. If I remember correctly, God locked them away until Judgement Day."
"Excellent answer, Pete." Gabe turns to Michael. "Is our mission to take out the slave auction."
"Yes, and the so-called breeding facility a mile away."
"That means we'll have to be quiet on the journey there. Take out the two facilities almost simultaneously, then get back to our portal where every demon in the Spirit Realm will be waiting for us on the other side. You don't make it easy on a fellow."
"That's why the Lord needs the greatest warrior the Earth has ever seen."
"Pete!" Gabe smiles.
"No!" Michael laughs. "You, Gabriel."
"Whoa." Pete sighs. "You two had me worried for a minute."
Laughter abounds under the old Oak.
Author Notes |
Notes for the prologue.
India is primarily governed by a Patriarchal system where boys and girls get their identity from the father. The son will consistently be recognized as a permanent member of the family and heir. The daughter is considered a lower, more submissive member of the family. As a consequence of this male-dominated society, women are less critical tools in the family. They are an easily disposable member. Northern India has some of the poorest places in the world. In Bihar, the poverty level is over 50%, and twenty-six of Bihar's thirty-seven districts are some of the poorest in the world. Thirty-six of Bihar's districts lack standard immunization and thirty-one lack elementary schools. If that's not enough, ninety-two out of one hundred children are born without medical supervision, and many are never registered. It makes those children easy targets for human traffickers. Chapter 1 notes. A cast of characters. Gabriel Hope. At 6'6", 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers. He's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael, the Arch Angel. A prince of God and commander of the Lord's Armies has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him to countless battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings. She graduated from Vanderbilt University 5 years ago with a degree in Theology. Cal is also an Olympic Gold Medal Archer. She worked in the mission fields in Africa with her mother and father until bandits killed her parents in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner. Cris has a Masters's degree in both Science and Theology. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45. He started walking for the Lord three years ago after a plane crash took the life of his family. Cris missed the flight. My plan for this book is to write it in Flash, around a thousand words a chapter, and hopefully, a chapter a week. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
Cal
On this late April morning, there is a fall-like crispness in the air behind the old school near Trenton, Tennessee. Cal Cummings found this place to sleep late last night, so she wrapped herself in her blanket and hunkered down for the rest of the night.
The rising sun upon the trees opens her eyes then she asks a question. "Why am I here, Lord? Your Spirit was flourishing at the San Diego Mission; we were saving many young women from a life of drugs and prostitution. Then You bring me across the country to Tennessee. I'm not questioning You in any way; I'd like a little clarity, that's all."
Of course, no answer.
Cal's mind begins to drift back to San Diego. She needed to be there for Monica. The sweet, sixteen-year-old runaway, who she helped get away from her pimp and off the streets. It took a year, but Monica beat her heroin addiction and should have been reunited with her parents the day after she left. Cal looks to the sky. "That was two months ago; I'm trusting that all went well on that one, Lord."
Not a word.
She hears her stomach growling and searches her backpack for a cereal bar, with no luck. "Well, I hear traffic in that direction. I'd say there's got to be a store close by." Cal packs up, shoulders her load, and heads in the direction of the traffic noise.
It's one of Cal's daily projects; to find the simple beauty that God leaves lying around for us to cherish. She turns the corner at the school, and waiting for her is a clump of Spiders Wort blooming growing along a crack in the foundation. The dark purple bloom with delicate yellow pollen holds a sweet treat for moths at night.
She smiles and says, "Thank you, Father."
Cal slowly walks towards the Magic Mart; it looks like a decent place for a convenience store. They must have recently remodeled it; I like the blue and red color scheme. Standing by the front door are two locals who seem to be checking out the ladies going into the market. It sounds like a construction site. They are whooping it up, good.
I can't believe my eyes. Did the taller one slap that young girl on the butt? He needs a lesson in how to respect a woman.
Both of them spot Cal walking into the parking lot towards the door. Ben, the tall one with a heinous smile, speaks up first. "My goodness, Roy. Look at this tall drink of water."
His partner, Jim, answers, "I'd love to climb to the top of that mountain. Hey, sweetie, you ain't from around these parts, are you?"
"I guess the cat's got her tongue, Jim," Ben draws his hand back.
Cal reaches for the door with her left hand leaving the right hand free. Ben starts his hand forward, and Cal turns, catching his hand by the fingers. Her hand almost swallows his. Cal takes his fingers and jerks them towards the ground; she can hear some tendons snap in his wrist while he's falling to his knees in extreme pain. Tears creep from the corner of his eyes.
"I should throat punch right now!" Cal hollers. "But that would not be showing you the love of Jesus." She jerks his hand down again. "You need to learn how to respect a woman before something bad happens to you."
Cal tosses him away like a paper sack, then turns to glare at his partner. She opens the door and hears the cashier is howling with laughter. Ben and Jim stumble all over themselves, trying to get away.
~
Cris
The walk down Highway Forty-five towards Milan is bright and sunny this early morning. Cris is admiring the scenery in his mind. It's funny how everything is on the right side of the four-lane. There's a Wal-Mart, Lowes, two walk-in clinics, two auto dealerships, and a convenience store. On the left, cows and pasture. Interesting.
He slowly makes his way across the highway to the market for a couple of bottles of water. The store is bright and remodeled, full of everything you could legally want.
It's so early in the morning; there's only one old pickup truck at the gas pumps. The man standing at the counter must own it. He strides up to the door then notices the cashier's face staring at him with a frightened look. Cris shakes his head and says to himself. "Well, I'd say there's robbery in progress. Let me put my two cents in this." He reaches behind him and pulls out his Colt 45 from his belt holster. He hides it under his backpack to eliminate any questions.
Cris catches his breath then puts on his best smile before walking in. "Good morning, everybody. What a great day to be alive in the Lord!"
The man turns to Cris with his gun pointed at his head. He hollers, "Put your hands up!"
Cris ignores him and walks up to the cashier. "My dear, you're a vision of loveliness this morning." She can't help but smile.
The man screams again. "I said, put your hands up!"
Cris turns to the man in a lightning-fast move and sticks his gun in the center of his forehead. "I don't like your rudeness. Let me explain something to you. This gun is a Colt 45, model number 1911. I have hollow-point cartridges loaded in it. They'll make a small hole going in but will blast the back of your head all over those doors behind you. I think you're going to give that money back to this lady then flee for your life. Besides, I don't like making a mess this early in the morning."
The man slowly lowers his gun, reaches over, and plops the cash on the counter. He slowly backs out the door, runs to his truck then flies out of the parking lot.
Cris laughs, then turns to the cashier. "Are you all right, sweetie?"
"I think so, but I could sure use a bathroom break."
"Go ahead; I'm not going anywhere."
Author Notes |
Many thanks for stopping by to read!
Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
The end of Chapter 2
Cal reaches for the door with her left hand leaving the right hand free. Ben starts his hand forward, and Cal turns, catching his hand by the fingers. Her hand almost swallows his. Cal takes his fingers and jerks them back towards the ground; she can hear some tendons snap in his wrist while he's falling to his knees in extreme pain. Tears creep from the corner of his eyes.
"I should throat punch right now!" Cal hollers. "But that would not be showing you the love of Jesus." She jerks his hand down again. "You need to learn how to respect a woman before something bad happens to you."
Cal tosses him away like a paper sack, then turns to glare at his partner. She opens the door and hears the cashier howling with laughter. Ben and Jim stumble all over themselves, trying to get away.
Cris
The man lowers his gun, reaches over, and plops the cash on the counter. He slowly backs out the door, runs to his truck then flies out of the parking lot.
Cris laughs, then turns to the cashier. "Are you all right, sweetie?"
"I think so, but I could sure use a bathroom break."
"Go ahead; I'm not going anywhere."
Chapter 3
Cal
When Cal steps through the door of the store, the cashier yells, "Child, those two perverts have had that coming for a long time. I wish you would have broken a couple of those fingers off and put them where the sun doesn't shine."
Cal smiles at the older black woman in long purple braids. She looks deep into her eyes; they've seen a lot of hard living. "I didn't want to hurt him, but sometimes it takes a little force to prove a point." Cal turns toward the coolers.
The young woman he slapped on the bottom is standing there. "Thank you for having the courage to stand up to them."
"You're welcome." Cal smiles. "You have that courage also, deep inside."
When Cal comes out of the market, she looks around for Ben and Jim. There's not a trace of them. She slowly walks to the highway, silently praying. Thank you, Father, for allowing me to be a blessing for those women. In return, they blessed me with breakfast: two cereal bars and two bottles of water.
The Holy Spirit draws Cal to Tennessee Highway 186N across the four-lane. Why do I feel the journey comes to an end down this road?
There are a few wonders along this endless two-lane road that's supposed to be a Highway. Daylillies are beginning to bloom along the fencelines of the farms. Many species of birds are searching for food in the fields. Chickadees, Cardinals, Robins, and Bluebirds, to name a few.
Cal spots an old white church with a towering steeple; she walks into the parking lot to read the sign above the double doors. Eldad Baptist Church, founded on January 28, 1828. She thinks, now that's a church with a rich history.
Suddenly, the voice of the Lord erupts in her mind. "Yes, my daughter, they do have a rich history. I know you want some clarity, and you will find it at the next church. I have dear friends waiting on your arrival."
She falls to her knees in prayer. "I'm sorry for doubting You, Father. Please forgive me."
Cal rises and continues her journey.
~
Cris
Cris goes to the cooler to grabs a couple of bottled waters; he turns as the cashier comes out of the bathroom. Cris smiles at her flowing blonde hair draped across her shoulders and the aroma of freshly applied perfume.
He saunters up to the counter and notices that her blouse shows a lot more cleavage than before. Cris starts to hand the cashier a five-dollar bill when she leans across the counter and kisses his cheek. "Those are on the house, sweetie. Besides, I get off work in thirty minutes, and I'd love to cook you breakfast at my apartment. We could have some fun afterward. If you know what I mean."
"Well, I wish I could."
"It doesn't matter if you're married; your wife would never have to know."
"If my wife and son were still alive," Cris chuckles. "I wouldn't be here now."
The color slowly drains from her face. "I feel like a fool." She bites her lower lip. "How did they die?"
"In a plane crash; three years ago, but it seems like yesterday."
"I hope you don't think I'm a whore; throwing myself at every man coming in the door. But I'm so lonely, and you're special. I can see it in those big brown eyes."
"So are you; I can see it those beautiful blue eyes. God will bring you the right man soon." Cris picks up the two bottles of water and flashes his best smile. "I'll be thinking of you when I lay my head down tonight."
"You better!" Her eyes sparkle.
Cris cracks up and says, "Help me, Lord!" Then walks out the door.
Walking down the street, Cris sees Tennessee Highway 186N - an outpouring of the Holy Spirit fills his mind. The sign beside it says, Gibson, 6 Miles. "I'd say I'm going to Gibson, Tennessee. Guide me, Lord."
~
Gabe walks out the back of Second Chance Church and takes a deep breath. "Another great day to be alive." He sees Michael kneeling under the Oak, praying.
Michael nods his head and smiles. "Yes, Father. I will, thank You." He slowly rises and sees Gabe approaching. "The Father sends His love, Gabriel."
"I need nothing else, and He always has mine."
"Our friends, Cris and Cal, will be here in a couple of hours. Both of them are mighty warriors."
Gabe sits down under the tree. "Tell me what you know about them."
"Cal is perfect for this mission. Her love for young women enslaved in prostitution to their masters knows no bounds. I believe they call their masters pimps. Cal has rescued young women from the streets all over California."
"A woman walker? She must be powerful."
"She is. Cris is much like you, a lone wolf and a terrific shot with a handgun. I think he has worked with every police department in North and South Carolina. We will make a formidable team."
"Yes, we will, with you leading the way."
"No, Gabriel, I need you to lead, to hide my appearance as long as I can. That will keep the enemy from mounting a full-on attack."
"Then lead, I will, Michael." Gabe's smile is wide.
Two hours later.
Gabe, Pete, and Micheal stand at the entrance of Second Chance Church, and they're watching the two figures on the road. One approaching from the east and one from the west.
A feeling washes over Cris. "I'm here, but who is this beautiful woman in front of me?"
Cal thinks out loud. "These are the friends the Lord spoke about."
Both of them stop at the entrance, stunned, then turn to Gabe, Michael, and Pete. Micheal steps forward and says, "Welcome, Cal Cummings and Cris Turner. You are among friends. My name is Michael, and this is Gabriel Hope and Pastor Pete Helms."
Cris is too stunned to speak, so Cal asks, "How do you know our names?"
Gabe speaks up. "Have you ever heard of Michael in the Bible?"
Cris answers, "Yes, The Arch Angel and General of the Lord's armies."
Gabe shakes his head and answers, "Bingo."
Author Notes |
The Cast of Characters.
Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael His massive size varies on the situation. The Arch Angel from Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. He has been Gabe's friend for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two, 200 pounds, Cal graduated with a degree in Theology from Vanderbilt University five years ago, where she starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic champion archer. Cal was working in the mission fields of Africa with her parents until bandits killed them in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall, 220 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. He started walking for the Lord three years ago when Cris's family was killed in a plane crash. Cris missed the flight. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
End of Chapter 3
Both of them stopped at the entrance, stunned, then turn to Gabe, Michael, and Pete. Micheal steps forward and says, "Welcome, Cal Cummings and Cris Turner. You are among my friends. My name is Michael, and this is Gabriel Hope and Pastor Pete Helms."
Cris is too stunned to speak, so Cal asks, "How do you know our names?"
Gabe speaks up. "Have you ever heard of Michael in the Bible?"
Cris answers, "Yes, The Archangel and General of the Lord's armies."
Gabe shakes his head and answers, "Bingo."
Author Notes |
The Cast of Characters.
Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two inches tall, 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall, 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Cris started walking for the Lord three years ago when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash. Cris missed the flight. The journey begins in the next chapter. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
In the moments right after daybreak, Cris hears a mysterious sound. He wipes his eyes and thinks. What the crap is that? He slowly rolls out of his sleeping bag, unzips his tent a little then sticks his head out. A tall figure stands at the edge of the gravel then takes an arrow out of a quiver. With a slow and steady pull, the figure then releases it with a twish. The projectile hisses along its path only to slam into a round bale of hay with a thunk. It hits the center of the circle, joining a nice grouping there. Cris says to himself. "That's at least seventy-five yards away."
He pulls his head back then puts on his shorts. Cris rolls out of his tent, then slides on his Nike cross-trainers and flips a tee-shirt over his shoulder.
Cal walks over to the target and retrieves her arrows. She's dressed in a pair of red gym shorts and a black tee-shirt with a white cross on it that says, I Believe. Cal turns and sees Cris watching her, then smiles. She watches Cris pull a tee-shirt over his head then slide his arms through. That man has no fat on him. Let me see how much courage and trust he has. "Good morning. Did I wake you?"
"Maybe. Where did you learn how to shoot, Cal?"
"Oh, it's been an obsession of mine since I was ten. I carried that craving to an Olympic Gold Medal in 2012. The team wanted me in 2016, but I was already working with my parents in Africa."
"Who would've known? You are one amazing woman, Cal."
"Well, let's put that to the test and see how much courage you have, Cris."
"No, please, it's too early in the morning for that."
"Do you have any change in your pocket?"
"I hear something rattling, thirty-five cents. A quarter and two nickels."
"I'll make it easy; use a nickel."
"And what am I supposed to do with this nickel?" Cris's southern drawl leaks out.
"Hold it in between your thumb and index finger, then at arm's length."
"Like this?" Cris has the coin standing between his finger and thumb. You can see the president's face staring forward.
"Perfect, now start walking. I'll tell you when to stop."
A door to the back of the church opens, and Gabe and Michael come walking out carrying coffee. Gabe takes notice of the situation. "Oh, this should be interesting." They stop holding four cups of coffee.
"Is this far enough?"
"Let's make this interesting. Five more steps."
Cris counts them out, then turns. "Ain't no way you can hit this! There's not enough light."
"I suggest you take a deep breath, close your eyes, and don't move."
Cris starts to complain. "That's at least fifty yards! You know this is my shooting hand."
Cal draws her bow back. "Please, hold still." She lets the arrow fly.
Cris hears the screaming missile approaching him and winces. Suddenly the nickel flies out of his fingers, and the arrow hits the hay behind him.
Cris opens his eyes, looks at his fingers, then smiles at Cal.
Gabe turns to Michael and exclaims, "I like her!"
"Yes," Michael grins at Gabe. "Pearlie said you would."
"What did she say to you, Michael?" They begin their coffee journey again.
"Miss Pearlie wants me to keep an eye on you. She wants to see what effect this Amazon Goddess has on you. Those were her words."
"I'm at least thirty years older than her."
"On the earth today, Gabriel. What does that mean?"
"I see your point, not a thing."
Michael turns to Cal and Cris standing there. "Good morning. We brought you both some of Pete's magic coffee elixir. It does invigorate somehow."
Cris takes a sip. "A couple of cups of this, and I can build a world."
Gabe hands Cal her cup. "I saw that shot. Amazing!"
"Well," Cal blushes a little. "I wanted Cris to know that I had his back if needed."
"Point taken," Cris shakes his head.
Michael laughs, then says, "Let's meet under the Oak to discuss the Spirit Realm and what we need on the journey."
"I have to visit the bathroom," Cal explains. "Then I'll be right there."
The sun breaks free of the earth to begin its trek across the gorgeous blue sky when the group assembles under the tree. Michael begins. "We must talk about what you'll need to take. You will not need any shelter there. It never rains, and sleep will not come very often. The Lord will supply our food. I have associates stationed along the journey, but your energy will not dissipate as it does on earth."
Gabe takes over. "It's like time has no meaning in the Spirit Realm. A day here could be a month in the Realm - this means you won't age, be hungry as often, and won't need to sleep unless you expend a lot of energy in battle. We will be using many portals throughout the Realm. How else can we cross the vast expanse of the world in a short amount of time."
Michael leans forward. "I must warn you about fear in the Realm. It will be a battle to keep it from seeping into your mind when you see what we are up against - but know this; God is with us. He sees our every step."
Cris jumps in. "What do we need to carry?"
"Ammo for sure," Gabe answers. "But we will never run out. I usually carry my shotgun, both of my Rugers, and some hand-fighting weapons. But, I'm taking my AR-15 with me this time and a couple of trophies from my last visit."
"I won't need any arrows?" Cal asks.
Michael answers. "Your quiver will never run dry."
"I like the sound of that. Do we need clothes?"
"No, we will be like the Israelites in the wilderness. Nothing will wear out."
"But," Gabe smiles. "I do need to warn you about the smell of Brimstone."
"Brimstone," Cal and Cris ask simultaneously.
"Yeah, I'd say it smells like the stench of fear, human waste, and burning corpses all rolled into one. I'll make sure to bring some Vick's vapor rub. It helps with the smell."
Cal grimaces. "Oooh."
"If there are no other questions," Michael asks. "Let's break camp and begin."
Two hours later, the group waves to Pete before leaving the field beside the church. It breaks Gabriel's heart to leave the church behind. The last time he did, it was left in burnt ruins when he returned.
They cross the road just as a Mom is taking her kids to school passes them. She takes one look at the heavily armed group in the mirror then floors it.
After crossing the immense cornfield, they stand at the edge of the portal. Gabe turns to Cris. "I love that Colt."
"It was my father's, and that makes it special. Those Rugers are kicking. Let me guess. You shoot with both hands?"
"Of course," Gabe walks through the first barrier, and the others follow.
Cal and Cris wince at the smell. "Oh, my," Cal exclaims.
"Oh, yeah," Gabe reaches into a pocket on his backpack. "This will help a little." He tosses Cris the Vick's. "I don't smell it anymore." Gabe pulls both Rugers off of his duty belt. "We go in locked and loaded. There might be an ambush on the other side."
Cris checks his Colt then chambers a shell.
Cal takes her bow in hand and draws an arrow from her quiver.
Michael pulls his coat back then draws a gleaming sword from its sheath. Energy seems to crackle around it.
They stand before the swirling darkness of the portal. Gabe speaks up. "I'll lead," then disappears inside. Shots ring out within the portal.
Michael, Cal, and Cris run into the darkness. They arrive in time to see the last skeletal form of a Legion explode into a red mist.
Gabriel picks up a helmet and chest protector from one of the Legions. "When did they get bulletproof armor, Michael?"
"Only a few of them have it, but it's because of you, Gabriel."
"That's why Satan had a small platoon in updated armor by this portal. They were waiting for me to enter."
"He never forgets."
"I hope to give Satan a few more precious memories before we leave."
Cal begins to scan the horizon. "Dear, Lord!"
A devastated landscape stands before them. Dark black clouds fill the sky, very little light is allowed. Remnants of concrete house foundations dot the ground. Mangled bits of concrete hang from rebar planted deep in the earth. Blackened bricks lay scattered about the landscape. Somehow, a doll's head sits next to a cinder block. There are no roads, and only a few mailbox posts show where there was one.
Lightning suddenly pierces the clouds revealing a lone star in the sky, Heaven. The ground quakes when the platoon of Angels lands many miles away. Screams of war erupt in the distance.
Gabriel turns to his friends. In his best, Jack Nicholson says, "Honey, I'm home!"
Author Notes |
According to Webster's Dictionary, 'twish' is the sound of an arrow being released and 'thunk' for striking a target.
The Cast of Characters. Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two inches tall, 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall, 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Cris started walking for the Lord three years ago when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash. Cris missed the flight. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
The end of Chapter 5
A devastated landscape stands before them. Dark black clouds fill the sky, very little light is allowed. Remnants of concrete house foundations dot the ground. Mangled bits of concrete hang from rebar planted deep in the earth. Blackened bricks lay scattered about the landscape. Somehow, a doll's head sits next to a cinder block. There are no roads, and only a few mailbox posts show where there was one.
Lightning suddenly pierces the clouds revealing a lone star in the sky, Heaven. The ground quakes when the platoon of Angels lands many miles away. Screams of war erupt in the distance.
Gabriel turns to his friends. In his best, Jack Nicholson says, "Honey, I'm home!"
Author Notes |
The Cast of Characters.
Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two inches tall, 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall, 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Cris started walking for the Lord three years ago when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash. Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, and he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions They are the slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies. Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams. Familiars carry short swords and sling-shots. Cambions Cambions are little demons ranging from one to two feet tall, with oversized reproductive organs. They are created in the Spirit Realm when demons mate with male or female humans while dreaming. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
Prisha
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind for Prisha, all leading up to this one moment. The Dealer explained how beautiful and desirable she was, leading to the destiny that awaits her.
Prisha stands with the other eleven girls upon the slave block, a platform to display the merchandise at the auction. The Dealer is waiting for a particular buyer to arrive. He has dressed the girls in nothing but a sheer white robe.
Suddenly, a door opens from a building at the far end of the empty complex. Out walk three men dressed in impeccable suits. They are stunningly handsome with rugged features, dark hair, and eyes that burn inside the girl's hearts. Prisha has never seen men so magnificent in her life.
The Dealer falls to his knees and begins to worship them, crying, "Oh, great one, may you find me worthy!"
The one in the center steps forward and says in a sinister tone, "Rise. Is this the merchandise I requested?"
"Oh yes. I've combed the countryside searching for the best delicacies for your desires." Their robes fall when Dealer motions to the girls.
"Yes." The master begins to examine the girls closely. "These will do. Are they all virgins?"
"Yes. I examined each one myself."
"You have done well. The payment is the same. I will send my car within the hour. Have them ready."
"As you wish. The merchandise will be ready."
~
The band of Heavenly warriors has traveled many miles through oppressing territory. The black clouds seem to hang just above their heads, and the highway billboards are full of evil images of Satan crushing the Lord's Armies. Cris speaks up, "I guess Satan hasn't read the end of the Bible."
Michael answers, "Lucifer is wiser than all Bible scholars on the Earth. That picture is one of his many fantasies."
"Is evil always this handsome?" Cal asks.
"I remember the day the Lord created him," Michael smiles. "Lucifer was stunning to look at and very brilliant. I never trusted him, though. There was pride and jealousy in his eyes when he looked at me."
Cris asks, "It was you that defeated him, wasn't it, Michael?"
"Yes. All of Heaven mourned when the Father cast them out. But Lucifer and his followers made their decision, leaving the Lord no other choice."
Gabriel has drifted ahead about a quarter of a mile. He doesn't like the smell in front of them, and now the air reaks of death. Gabe stops, slowly pulls Goliath's sword from its sheath on his broad back, and braces himself for a fight.
Michael stops when he sees the immense creature soaring through the dark clouds and pulls his sword. Cal grabs her bow while Cris pulls his Colt 45.
The Garrote glides past Gabe, taking no notice, and lands in front of Michael, Cal, and Cris. It's at least fifteen feet tall, and his black, rotund body fills the road. His bulbous head lowers, and beady red eyes peer out from a scowling brow to study his prey. All three of them are frozen while his putrid breath fills the air. The creature growls, "Why is the master worried? It can't be because of you puny warriors. I will crush you with my fist, then grind your bones with my teeth!" He raises his enormous fist to strike.
Cal springs into action, rapidly shooting six arrows into the center of his chest.
Cris seeks out another weakness then fires eight shots, four exploding hollow points in each eye.
The blind creature grabs its face then stumbles backward.
That gives Gabe a moment to get there from behind. He swings Goliath's mighty blade at the demon's right knee with all of his might. Gabe feels the edge hit the bone then yanks the sword out. He smiles and says, "That had to hurt!"
Yellow blood spews from the deep wound. The demon screams, "Aaargh!" The Garrote blindly stumbles and falls on his back with a thud.
Michael leaps on its chest then rams his gleaming, five-foot sword through his sternum, but the blow doesn't kill it.
Gabriel runs to its head, and with one blow, decapitates the helpless creature. The body begins to spasm then explodes in a red mist.
The stunned group gathers together, and Michael asks, "Is that why you walked ahead of us, Gabriel?"
"Yes, I smelled death in the air. You never told me they could fly?"
"We hadn't seen one before, Gabriel, but heard rumors of flying demons."
Cal asks, "How do they create one of those things?"
"Much the same way they create Cambions," Michael begins to answer, "Satan or one of his generals will mate with a young virgin girl in the Earthly Realm, causing this giant demon to form in the Spirit Realm. We think it isn't born this size but quickly grows after birth."
Cris asks, "That's why you want us to go to India. To take out the slave market where Satan gets his young girls."
"Yes," Michael answers, "And stop 50,000 children a year from being sold into slavery there. Satan's breeding facility is also within striking distance."
"I had no idea that is trafficking that prevalent in India," Cal shakes her head. "It's the fastest-growing crime in America today. It's happening right in front of us, but people are too blind to see it."
Cris walks over to Gabe and asks, "Gabe, what is all of this stuff you're carrying?"
"Oh, just your Spirit Realm essentials. The sword in my hand I took from a recreated Goliath the last time I was here." Gabe slides it into its sheath. "Michael thinks it's the blade King David used to chop off his head." He pulls out the jagged sword. "This one Asmodeous rammed through me a year ago. I'm glad Michael was there with his Tallit. I have my two Rugers on my duty belt, Betsy, my sawed-off shotgun, and an Army issue AR-15. Have you ever shot one, Cris?"
"Oh, yeah, in SWAT training. What a blast to shoot."
"Well," Gabes takes the rifle off of his shoulder, then says, "You carry it for a while."
"Gladly," Cris answers, then takes the gun, "I'll have to reset the sight."
"Not a problem. Consider it yours. By the way, that was great teamwork. Let's get going and see what's ahead of us."
Author Notes |
The Cast of Characters.
Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who was sold by her father to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two inches tall, 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall, 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Cris started walking for the Lord three years ago when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash. Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, and he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams. Familiars carry short swords and sling-shots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit Realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A super demon that's created when Satan or one of his generals mates with a young virgin girl in the Earthly Realm. |
By papa55mike
Cal and Cris are quietly walking behind Gabriel and Michael. Cris is scanning the horizon for any danger while Cal sneaks a look at him.
Cris is a handsome thing, and what a shot. He blinded that Garrote like it was nothing. I wonder how it feels to have his arms wrapped around me. It's been so long since I've been the least bit interested in a man, probably because all the men around me are cops or pimps. There's no future in that.
Her eyes drift to the shell of an empty building about a mile away. That's when Cris turns his attention to Cal.
Pearlie was right; Cal is an Amazon goddess. I've never seen another woman like her before. I sure don't want to play volleyball against her. Cal would spike the ball on my face for spite. She's so quick with that bow and had six arrows in the heart of the demon before I got my gun out. Cal is the first woman since Sarah's death that I've noticed. Now, I can't take my eyes off of her.
Cal's eyes drift back to Cris, but he doesn't turn away, just smiles.
She asks, "What are you looking at?"
"A beautiful woman," Cris starts scanning the horizon again.
Cal shakes her head and blushes a little.
~
"Michael, why do you think that Garrote attacked us alone?"
"It looked young to me, Gabriel. It must have heard someone talking about us and then decided to take action against us alone."
"Trying to earn brownie points from the Evil One."
"Brownie points?"
"It's a selfish earth saying, Michael. Trying to look good to the boss."
"What's a boss?"
"Nevermind," Gabe smiles then shakes his head.
Michael asks, "How much longer until we reach the river you spoke of?"
"It's just over the next hill. What concerns me, Michael, if the Garrote knows of us, will the Familiars?"
"That answer, Gabriel, is just over the hill."
The ragged highway ribbons its way through a blackened forest. The skeletons of the leaf strip trees angrily reach for the dark clouds above, and the shadows seem to creep with an unknown presence. Red eyes peering through the darkness study their every move.
Cal turns to Cris and asks, "Do you feel it?"
"Yes, we're being watched, and we need to tighten the circle to avoid being prey."
"Are you using hunting terms, Cris?"
"We are four against many, Cal. I used that knowledge to my advantage while working with the SWAT unit in North Carolina, and it saved my team and me more than once. Let's tighten up to Gabe and Michael."
They jog back to their friends, and Cal asks, "Do you two know that something is watching us?"
"In here," Gabe smiles. "Always."
Michael says, "That's good, Cal. It means your Spirit is joining the Realm."
"I don't know if I like the sound of that," Cal smiles.
"No, it's a good thing. Your Spirit can let you know when danger is close," Michael answers.
"There's another gift from this realm," Gabe interjects, "You will be able to find the Spirit Realm when we're back to the Physical Realm. All it takes is closing your eyes and a little prayer. It's amazing how many demons walk the earth unseen."
Cris answers, "I believe that. I've met hundreds and probably didn't know it. At least they acted like it."
"I don't doubt it," Gabe grins.
Cal gets in between Gabe and Cris to ask, "Tell us about the last time you were here, Gabe."
"There's not a lot to tell. It all began the year before. A ragged Street-preacher started terrorizing a neighborhood close by - we found out he was using a group of teenagers to invade homes and rob the families living there. Then, I chased him all around West Tennessee and into Memphis. With some help, we put some serious hurt on Satan's more evil operations. After a few days to rest at Chickasaw State Park, I headed home. Along the way, the smell of brimstone drifted my way. The Street-preacher appeared through a portal and invited me in. He quickly disappeared before I got too close, but I couldn't help but follow him through the portal. To make a long story short, I found a battle where thousands of demons had taken a platoon of Angels captive. The war was raging between two other platoons of Angels to free them from the demons. Behind the battle lines stood the Street-preacher and three large friends that happened to be Goliath and his two brothers. Giants are easy to defeat; they usually run at you trying to install fear. That's when I go under their first attack, take their legs out from under of them and send them back to the abyss."
Cal says, "That's what you did to the Garrote."
"Yeah, pretty much the same thing. After taking out Goliath and brothers, I turned towards the Street-preacher surrounded by demons. Michael got there about that time. I was almost able to get a shot at him, but Asmodeus had slipped in behind me." Gabriel pulls the five-foot, jagged sword from its sheath and continues, "He rammed this sword right through me. The tip was sticking out three feet from my chest, but Michael was there to help and heal me with his Tallit."
Cris asks, "So you can die here?"
"Yes, you can," Michael answers.
The band of warriors starts up the hill leading to the Loosahatchie bridge with all senses on alert. Each one feels the peering eyes of evil upon them. Shadows dash in between the dead trees, relaying messages to others.
Cris asks, "Why don't they attack, Gabe?"
"They're waiting to set the trap, and it's probably at the bridge."
Cal speaks up, "What a comforting thought."
Gabe and Cris snicker at her sarcasm.
Michael has pushed ahead a few steps and shakes his head at the top of the hill. "You were correct, Gabriel."
Gabe tops the hill then pulls out his binoculars. The trap is perfectly set. Two piles of burning tires fill the scene with putrid smoke. Cars piled up on the highway to form a V leading to the bridge, squeezing the path to a small opening at the center of the bridge. Across the bridge, semi-trailers block the exit. Familiars dance an evil jig to celebrate their coming victory.
Gabe says, "It looks like we're expected. Do you want a look, Cris?"
"Yes, sir," Cris takes the field glasses then exclaims, "They sure are ugly. Horns are going in every direction, misplaced red eyes, and long nasty-looking fangs. I'd say there are at least five hundred of them. Why are there scars all over their bodies?"
Michael answers, "They are scars from the Evil One's whip. He loves to beat the little ones."
Gabe thinks for a moment, then asks, "Is that why you said the Garrote was a young one, Michael?"
"Yes, he hadn't tasted the master's whip yet."
"Well," Gabe smiles, then says, "Let's go have some fun with these little guys."
Cal puts her hand on Gabe's shoulder and says, "You are a twisted thing, big fella."
Author Notes |
Many thanks for stopping by to read!
Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two inches tall, 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall, 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Cris started walking for the Lord three years ago when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash. Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, and he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams. Familiars carry short swords and sling-shots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit Realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A super demon that's created when Satan or one of his Generals mates with a young virgin girl in the Earthly Realm. |
By papa55mike
Michael has pushed ahead a few steps and shakes his head at the top of the hill. "You were correct, Gabriel."
Gabe tops the hill then pulls out his binoculars. The trap is perfectly set. Two piles of burning tires fill the scene with putrid smoke. Cars piled up on the highway to form a V leading to the bridge, squeezing the path to a small opening at the center of the bridge. Across the bridge, semi-trailers block the exit. Familiars dance an evil jig to celebrate their coming victory.
Gabe says, "It looks like we're expected. Do you want a look, Cris?"
"Yes, sir," Cris takes the field glasses then exclaims, "They sure are ugly. Horns are going in every direction, misplaced red eyes, and long nasty-looking fangs. I'd say there are at least five hundred of them. Why are there scars all over their bodies?"
Michael answers, "They are scars from the Evil One's whip. He loves to beat the little ones."
Gabe thinks for a moment, then asks, "Is that why you said the Garrote was a young one, Michael?"
"Yes, he hadn't tasted the master's whip yet."
"Well," Gabe smiles, then says, "Let's go have some fun with these little guys."
Cal puts her hand on Gabe's shoulder and says, "You are a twisted thing, big fella."
Chapter~9
The party rises to a fever pitch on the Loosahatchie Bridge while Gabe and Michael sneak up to the first car of the trap. Michael turns to Gabe and says, "Let's add something to this party, and this car will do."
Michael slowly takes off his jacket, hands it to Gabe, and seems to grow by the second until he towers over Gabe. He picks up the old vehicle above his head then hurls it towards the party.
Suddenly, the Familiars stop dancing when a grisly howl pierces the darkness. An old Rambler station wagon explodes through the black clouds with great force. The little demons can't move fast enough when the car hits the bridge. Sparks fly everywhere while it speedily skids across the bridge, gathering Familiars along the way. The Rambler smashes into the semis across the bridge, spinning them out of the way. An explosion of red demon mist fills the air across the bridge.
"I'd say you got at least fifty, Michael," Gabe laughs. "You'd be a great bowler."
"I'm calling that a strike," Cal exclaims when she jumps on the hood of a car, pulls her bow off her shoulder, and draws an arrow. "Let's see how many we can take out before we get there." Cal locks in a target. She fires six arrows in succession, picking off three demons in the trees before the bridge, one running away and two too frightened to move on the left of the bridge.
Cris jumps in the back of a Ford pick-up truck and says, "Let me get some of this action!" He shoulders the AR-15 Gabe gave him then begins to eliminate every target he sights.
The Familiars are stunned and quickly head for the shadows under heavy fire, howling all the way.
Gabe turns to Cris and Cal, then hollers, "Keep us covered while we move up."
"We got your back, big man," Cal smiles.
Michael takes his whip of pure blue lightning from his hip and cracks the two cars in front of the trap, exploding them out of the way. "This way, my friend."
"Why, thank you, Michael, for clearing the path." Gabe pulls his two Rugers off his duty belt.
The two of them slowly proceed to the middle of the bridge in complete silence, and it's like the Familiars were never there. Cal and Cris begin to close the ranks until they're all together.
"Where did they go?" Cris asks.
"Oh, they're here, just regrouping for the next wave," Gabe answers while peering through the blackened trees.
Suddenly, hideous howls pierce the silence, and stones begin to pelt the warriors. The grotesque Familiars creep back on the bridge, rapidly swinging slingshots.
Michael cracks his whip to the left of the bridge, exploding the trees and sending the little demons careening into the black expanse below. He then turns to the right, and the darkness explodes in a fiery mass of falling trees and demons when his whip sizzles again.
Cal can't raise her bow, and Cris is busy ducking rocks to raise his weapon. Michael takes his whip then stabs the handle into the concrete; the ground rumbles when he brings down an invisible shield around them. The stones strike the barrier then fall harmlessly to the bridge.
"Let's get them, guys," Gabe smiles, then starts blasting away through the shield.
Cal and Cris smile at each other, then join the party. The red mist is thick from exploding demons until the few remaining flee for cover.
Michael walks over and pulls his whip handle from the concrete, then the shield disappears. He says, "Let's get across before they regroup."
The group jogs up to the semi-trailers when Michael smiles at the others. He looks to the lone star in the sky and, in a quiet voice, says, "Praise You, Father." Michael extends his hands upward, and his body follows, growing to twenty feet tall. He wraps his hands around a trailer then heaves into the deep river bed on the right. Screams of anguish fill the darkness. Michael, giant-sized, walks over to the other trailer and repeats the process. He almost threw it too hard, but it struck the tree stumps then plunged into the ravine. As fast as it happened, Michael, normal-sized, takes his jacket from Gabe.
Gabe laughs then says, "I love it when you do that."
"Now that's what I call a gift from God," Cal smiles.
Cris asks, "Do you think they will follow us, Gabe?"
"Not after that beating. We should be clear until we get to Memphis, but we'll still have to watch for patrols of Legions."
Cal begins to rub her arms and feels the lumps and bruises from the rocks hurled at them. "Those will take a while to go down."
Michael reaches into his coat and hands a beautiful bottle of oil to Cal, then says, "This oil will ease the pain and swelling."
Cal accepts the bottle, then puts a little dab on her fingertip and rubs one of the welts. Instantly, the swelling decreases then the bruise fades completely. Cal asks, "What's in this stuff?"
"It's only olive oil," Michael smiles. "But God, Himself, blessed it for me."
"Well, that should work." Cal starts rubbing the oil on her arms and legs.
Cris speaks up, "You might want to save some for us."
Michael answers, "It will never run dry."
"I should have known that." Cris smiles. "I wonder what day it is?"
Michael tilts his head a little, looking for the answer. "I believe it's what you call New Year's Eve."
"Ah, man," Cris frowns. "I missed my grandmother's Thanksgiving dinner. That's a few pounds I don't mind gaining."
"Growing up with Mom and Dad always in the mission field," Cal smiles. "We usually had something different for our Thanksgiving dinners like Water Buffalo or Yak with no sweet potatoes and stuffing. We were always happy, though, and I sure miss them."
Cris asks, "It's always worse during the holidays, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Cal looks deep into Cris's eyes. "It sure is."
Author Notes |
Many thanks for stopping by to read!
Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two inches tall, 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack. Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall, 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Cris started walking for the Lord three years ago when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash. Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, and he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams. Familiars carry short swords and sling-shots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit Realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A super demon that's created when Satan or one of his Generals has sex with a virgin in the Earthly Realm. |
By papa55mike
End of Chapter~9
Cris asks, "Do you think they will follow us, Gabe?"
"Not after that beating. We should be clear until we get to Memphis, but we'll still have to watch for patrols of Legions."
Cal begins to rub her arms and feels the lumps and bruises from the rocks hurled at them. "Those will take a while to go down."
Michael reaches into his coat and hands a beautiful bottle of oil to Cal, then says, "This oil will ease the pain and swelling."
Cal accepts the bottle, then puts a little dab on her fingertip and rubs one of the welts. Instantly, the swelling decreases then the bruise fades completely. Cal asks, "What's in this stuff?"
"It's only olive oil," Michael smiles. "But God, Himself, blessed it for me."
"Well, that should work." Cal starts rubbing the oil on her arms and legs.
Cris speaks up, "You might want to save some for us."
Michael answers, "It will never run dry."
"I should have known that." Cris smiles. "I wonder what day it is?"
Michael tilts his head a little, looking for the answer. "I believe it's what you call New Year's Eve."
"Ah, man," Cris frowns. "I missed my grandmother's Thanksgiving dinner. That's a few pounds I don't mind gaining."
"Growing up with Mom and Dad always in the mission field," Cal smiles. "We usually had something different for our Thanksgiving dinners like Water Buffalo or Yak with no sweet potatoes and stuffing. We were always happy, though, and I sure miss them."
Cris asks, "It's always worse during the holidays, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Cal looks deep into Cris's eyes. "It sure is."
Chapter~10
Satan's mansion lies within the darkest recesses of the Spirit Realm. Vast fire pits light the enormous grounds, and the flames reflect off the hideous sculptures of the Evil One's many forms. The Serpent, the Fallen Angel, the Beast, the Winged Devil, Satan as Adonis, the Beast with many horns, and too many other forms to mention. His office is just inside the massive Ivory front doors. Two beautiful, Succubus demons are his current secretaries until one makes a mistake.
Right now, the Evil one's vast office looks like a three-ring circus with hundreds of Familiars milling around in every direction. They recently arrived after the battle with the unknown warriors and are acting like two-year-olds in a china shop, touching everything.
Satan hisses to himself, "At least one thing came out of this. We now know two of the warriors are Michael, the Archangel, and the dreaded Gabriel Hope. The other two seem to be newcomers to the Realm, and maybe I can use that to an advantage." Suddenly there's a crash of fine glass against the floor. "Get out!" Satan screams, then grabs his six-foot bullwhip, and with a crack, Familiars begin to flee his office, shrieking in one massive herd. The Evil One orders them back to their post with a wave of his arm, and the little demons disappear in a cloud of red smoke.
Satan screams through the open door, "Get me Asmodeus on the screen, worthless slaves."
"Yes, Master," They both reply.
Suddenly, his bulbous head fills the wall in front of the Evil One, and it's like his mind sees through the distance. Asmodeus feels the call then answers, "Yes, Master!"
"What have you found?"
"Nothing, Master. We've searched everything for fifty miles."
"That's because they have slipped right past you! They're almost to Memphis. Gather your troops, then find a portal here, and I'll send you to Memphis!"
"Yes, sir. We're on our way," Asmodeus's face disappears.
"The things I have to put up with," Satan rubs his chin while thinking out loud. "What's Michael doing with Gabriel Hope? We can't let them get across the bridge."
~
The darkened horizon seems forsaken for miles, but the mood is cheerful for the Heavenly Warriors. Cal and Cris seem to be picking on Gabe. Cris asks, "What made you fall in love with Pearlie, Gabe?"
"Truthfully, I didn't know it at first until Pearlie told me that I was in love with her. It was the same way about the proposal, I told her why I couldn't marry her, and she heard the word marriage, and suddenly we were engaged. She is a terrific kisser, though."
Cal wipes her eyes from laughing and asks, "Did she have a shotgun, Gabe?"
"No, not in her hands, but Betsy was close by."
Cris asks, "How long did it take for her to set a date?"
"That's where Pete came in, and he was no help at all. They started looking at gowns, planning the reception, decorations, and music. I shook my head and walked away."
Cal and Cris crack up, then Cris says, "It sounds like you're hooked, Gabe."
"Well, it's the Lord's fault. He was the one who sent me to Brownsville to help cook Thanksgiving dinner for a thousand people at Pearlie's soup kitchen. She did make an impression, though."
Cal gasps, "Pearlie runs a soup kitchen?"
"Yes, ma'am, and a food bank, too. They took a closed restaurant and rebuilt it, and she has eight young women working with her. Pearlie and the girls serve lunch and dinner, six days a week." Gabe turns to Michael and says, "I heard you snickering over there, Michael."
Michael smiles and says, "All I know is, I need to visit you more often, Gabriel. The things you get tied up in. The Lord is laughing right now."
"As long as my wretched life brings a smile to someone."
Cris asks, "How much farther to Memphis, Gabe?"
"It's not far; we should be in the city limits soon. We'll have to keep our eyes sharp then, but who knows. Satan knows his enemy by now, and I'm sure the Familiars have told him plenty."
Michael speaks up, "There is one thing I know about Lucifer. He loves to control the battlefield."
Gabe nods his head and says, "Then, he'll mass all of his forces at the bridge into Arkansas,"
"That is his pattern," Cris interjects. "We'll have to spread out our forces then create a diversion, and they'll think fifty are attacking them if we plan it right."
Gabe and Micheal smile at each other the turn to Cris. "It sounds like you have a plan?" Gabe asks.
"Not until we see the layout and what Satan has left us for weapons. Besides, Michael can always throw a few trucks at them."
"I don't understand," Cal asks. "Why doesn't he want us to cross."
"Because there are over five-hundred portals on the other side within a mile," Michael smiles. "We can disappear to anywhere in the world without Satan knowing - he's not omniscient."
Cris asks, "So he still doesn't know what our mission is?"
"No," Gabe answers. "Or where we're going."
"Well," Cal shakes her head. "Then he's going to throw the kitchen sink at us to keep us from crossing."
Gabe smiles and answers, "More than likely. What are you thinking about?"
"It would be nice to have to ride across the bridge," Cal smiles at Gabe. "We'll never beat all of those demons on foot. I mean no disrespect, Michael."
"None, taken, Cal. I would say that the Lord has chosen His warriors wisely. Is anyone hungry or thirsty?"
"Not until you said anything," Cris rubs his belly, "But, yeah."
Michael asks, "Are you with us, Nathaniel?"
It was like the landscape opened up with the swirl of an angel's cape. Nathaniel's brightness is blinding at first, but their eyes quickly adjust. He's carrying a large basket of fruit and a jug of water. Nathaniel kneels before Michael and says, "My General."
"Rise, my friend. It's good to see you."
Nathaniel sets the basket down on the road, and the two men embrace. He turns to Gabe and says, "Gabriel Hope, it's been many days since I've seen you. You look a little grayer on top." He grabs Gabe and Hugs him so hard he raises off of his feet.
"Days for you, Nathaniel, mean years to me." Gabe introduces the others. "Nathaniel, this is Cris Turner and Cal Cummings."
"It is an honor to meet you both. Your exploits are all over heaven. Come, let us eat fruit from the Tree of Life and drink the water from Crystal River."
A stunned Cal and Cris both answer, "Sure."
Author Notes |
The Cast of Characters.
Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet, six inches tall, 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20 year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet, two inches tall, 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, and he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams. Familiars carry short swords and sling-shots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the earthly realm. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
Part~1
The upbeat mood around the fantastic meal with Nathanial subsides a little when the Heavenly Warriors quietly enter the Memphis city limits. Nathanial had to return to his duties, but the group felt they were not alone in this strange land of evil. Miles away, the jagged Memphis skyline fills the horizon.
Suddenly, the radiant light of heaven peers through a gap in the hideous clouds. All eyes turn to the glow of love radiating from the throne of God, Himself. It fills their spirit within until their hearts swell with courage.
The blackened clouds race to fill the gap.
Cal turns to Michael and asks, "I thought there was no wind here?"
"Only if Satan wishes it."
Cris asks, "How far to the bridge, Gabe?"
"Less than ten miles."
"That won't take long," Cris sighs. "I can't believe the distance we've traveled in what feels like a short time. As you said, Gabe, time doesn't matter here."
"Now that's just how I pictured it," Cal smiles. "Every home is burned and flattened for miles, but that strip club stands tall."
"It's full of demons tempting men to sin in every conceivable way in the physical realm," Gabe shakes his head. "How many souls have been lost to ungodly sex?"
"Too many," Cal frowns. "That's a reminder of why we're on this mission."
Cris asks, "Where are the red eyes that always watch us, Gabe?"
"They're waiting for us at the bridge."
"That may be true," Cal exclaims, "But I still feel that someone is watching us. It's like the buildings have eyes on every step we take."
Michael steps beside Cal and says, "It wouldn't surprise me. There are spells in witchcraft that accomplish such things."
"A girl can't get a moment of privacy around here," Cal grins at her attempt at a joke. "Do you know much about witchcraft, Michael?"
"Let me say this," Michael flinches. "To defeat one's enemy, he must know his enemy."
"Interesting," Cal replies.
The group continues along the battered road lined with the bare skeletons of trees. Large chunks of concrete and asphalt are missing as if the demons ripped from the ground. The steeple of a Baptist Church touches the clouds, but that's all the remains of the building.
Cal is the first to see the battered remnants of the I-240 bypass with its gaping holes. Parts of the overpass lay scattered along the exit. "I hope we're not going this way."
"That's okay," Gabe smiles. "About a mile further is Poplar Avenue, and it will take us straight to the Mississippi River, and the bridge is just a mile away from there."
"Great, I'm ready to finish this part of the journey," Cal replies.
"My trigger finger has been itchy lately," Cris stops and shoulders his AR-15 to check the sight, then pops out the clip to slam in a new one. "Ready, here."
"Well," Gabe smiles, "Let's see what we're up against first."
"Actually," Michael interjects. "I think Cal has the right idea. We will need a vehicle to cross the bridge, and is there anything close by?"
Cal shakes her head, then says, "I've never been to Memphis."
Cris asks, "How did you cross the Mississippi?"
"I crossed the river at Dyersburg, then worked my way south. Fewer people that way."
"If I remember rightly," Gabe runs his thick fingers through his gray hair. "The Greyhound Bus terminal is beside the downtown police department; it's across the street from the Pyramid and less than a mile from the bridge."
"Yeah, but who can work on a bus for us?" Cris asks.
"There ain't nothing I can't get running," Gabe grins. "If it's got some fuel and battery power."
"Sounds like a plan, big man," Cal punches Gabe on the shoulder. "Ow!"
"Solid has a rock, Cal," Gabe chuckles.
"I believe you."
The miles pass quickly as the group strolls down Poplar Avenue. There's no sign of any buildings along the road, only the remnants of cinder blocks etching out a shape from the Physical Realm.
"Now that's nasty," Cal announces. The stench of Brimstone increases the closer they get to Beale Street.
"There are thousands of demons tempting souls to sin in that area."
Cal turns to Cris and asks, "And how many sins did you commit while visiting the demons on Beale Street?"
"Oh, maybe one or two."
"Were you married then?"
"Uh, nooo."
"Oh, so how many of those little southern cuties did you lust after, Cris?"
"Well, it's all under the blood of Jesus. So, there's no use dwelling on the past, Cal."
Gabe walks over to say, "That's what I like about you, Cal. You keep everybody on their toes."
"It's a gift," she smiles.
Cris speaks up, "Straight out of hell."
Poplar Avenue finally ends at the Mississippi River, which looms before them. The vast scar of darkness upon the land extends out of sight, but to the right, the red light of pure evil dances against the thick clouds not far away.
"The party is just starting, and they know we're close," Gabe's voice deepens. "Let's cut over a block but be on high alert. Sentries might be stationed along the way."
Cal nudges Cris, saying, "Give me your field glasses."
"Here, the night vision should be on."
Cal studies the alley, "There's nothing here, big man."
"Gotcha, I got the point." Gabe unholsters his Rugers with an evil grin.
The tiny group moves forward in formation. Gabe in front, Cal and Cris flanked behind him, with Michael covering the rear for the first time in his existence.
Cal stands at the corner of Second Avenue, scanning the following two blocks. "The way eerily clean as far as I can see."
Michael steps into the street and narrows his eyes, projecting his spirit ahead of them. "She's right; I feel no presence of evil on the street, and it's all concentrated ahead."
Cris steps forward and says, "That's arrogance."
"That is Lucifer, Cris," Michael interjects. "The essence of superior pride."
Suddenly Cal exclaims, "Oh, dear Lord," then falls to her knees. She let go of the binoculars wrapped around her neck to grab both sides of her head. "Get these evil voices out of my head."
"Where is she, Michael?" Gabe asks with weapons ready to fire.
Michael pulls his whip of lightning and cracks it beside a warehouse across the street. It enlightens a shapely figure of a woman hidden in the darkness. "There, Gabriel."
Before Micheal finishes his sentence, two 9mm bullets search for their target's forehead, and the Succubus howls and then explodes into a fiery red mist.
"What the crap was that, Michael?" Cal asks while Cris helps her to stand.
"It was a Succubus; they attack the mind with wicked thoughts. Are you all right, Cal?"
"I think so. That was so much evil trying to invade my mind at once."
"They're usually not here," Gabe exclaims. "Succubus mainly stay in the extreme dark regions waiting to invade people's dreams in the Physical Realm."
Cris asks, "How do you know about all this evil that exists here, Gabe?"
"Through the many visits with Michael. But I learn something new every time I'm here, the Garrote, for instance."
"We need to get off the street before something else wants to torment us," Cal looks up the street again. "We're still clear if that means anything."
"Let's move out," Gabe says, then retakes the point.
Cris draws close to Cal when she stumbles a little. "Are you feeling okay, sweetie?"
"I'll be all right," Cal answers, then asks, "Sweetie?"
"Don't knock it," Cris chuckles. "It's a southern thing, and people from California wouldn't understand it."
Cal laughs, "Okay, honnnney."
"That's the worst southern drawl I've ever heard."
"I'll have to practice," Cal's radiant smile lights her face.
"Hey, look," Gabe quietly says. "They left the Greyhound sign up."
The hard beat of evil tribal music blares in the distance. Heinous howls and screeches are coming from the northwest while the flames from the firepits dance in the black sky.
Cris asks, "Can we see the bridge from the roof, Gabe?" He points to the second floor of the Greyhound building.
"Let's see," Gabe turns to Micheal. "Can you open the gate for us?"
"It would be my pleasure, Gabriel," He walks over to the log chain holding the gate closed, snaps the padlock with a twist of his hand, and swings the gate open. "After you, my friends."
When Cal walks by Michael, she says, "I love it when you get all strong."
Walking through the lot full of buses, Cris picks one out. "Hey, this one looks good, and it's a double-decker."
Cal shouts, "Hey guys, here's a ladder to the roof."
"Great," Gabe walks over. "Let me go first."
Cris says, "After you, my lady."
"Not a chance, Cris," Cal grins. "These gym shorts aren't made for climbing ladders."
Cris smirks, then climbs the ladder with Cal following close behind.
"I don't need the ladder, Cal," and Micheal leaps to the second-floor roof with a slight bend of his knees. "Is the roof solid, Gabriel?"
"Yes, from what I can tell, but you might stay on the edges."
Cris joins the party, and Cal finally makes it up the ladder. Quietly, Gabe and Cris begin to study the path across the bridge through their binoculars. Firepits line the sides of the bridge, and their smoke swirls while reaching for the clouds above.
Cris speaks up, "Count the platoons of Legions, Gabe, and I'll get a rough count on how many are in them."
Cal walks up to the edge and says, "Wow, they mean business!"
"Yes, they do," Michael exclaims. "You were right, Cal. We would have never made it across on foot."
Cal sees movement at the bridge span's top and focuses her field glasses. "Hey, Gabe, your friend is on top of the bridge in the middle barking out orders."
"Well, if it isn't, Asmodeus, this might be some fun after all. I count twenty platoons, Cris."
"Yeah, and there's about five-hundred per. That's ten thousand Legions,
not counting the Familiars dancing around."
Cal asks, "You don't see the Garrotes, Cris?"
"No."
"Look in the darkness in between fire pits."
Gabe and Cris refocus then Cris answers, "Trying to hide, big man. How many do you see with the night vision, Cal?"
"At least ten, but I can't see across the bridge."
"Yeah, night vision is limited by distance," Cris chuckles. "My friends, with the odds roughly 12,000 to 4, we need a good plan and a lot of prayers."
A few minutes later, nestled between busses, the group begins to share ideas. Cal says, "We need the biggest bus in this lot if Gabe can get it running."
"We'll need more than that, or they'll rip that bus open and kill all of us," Cris shakes his head. "We need to keep them so distracted that none of them know what's coming next, then hit them with the bus."
"So," Gabe speaks up, "By the time they figure out what's going on, we could be halfway across the bridge."
"Hopefully," Cris smiles at Gabe.
"Well, that's great," Cal has a puzzled look on her face. "What about the other half."
"That's when the fun begins," Gabe grins. "We fight the rest of the way across."
"You have some serious thrill issues, big man," Cal laughs.
"I'd rather flatten them the bus," Cris interjects. "But you're right; we'll be in the thick of it."
"Have faith, my friends. The Lord is watching, and we'll do fine." Michael studies each face for a moment. "I now see why He chose each of you to be His warriors."
~
Part~2
No one knows how much time has passed, but the need to get moving is wearing on them. Cal is on the roof, keeping an eye on the preparations at the bridge. Cris and Gabe are going over the double-decker bus while Michael intently watches their every move, then says, "Amazing, I never knew how much goes into making one of these devices."
Cris speaks up, "It seems that everything is in working order, Gabe, and there's fuel in the tank. We need some battery power to fire it up."
Gabe adds, "Even if we had a battery charger, there's no electricity."
"Will lightning do?" Michael asks.
Gabe and Cris slowly turn to him, and both answer simultaneously, "Maybe."
Michael climbs inside the bus and asks, "Where do you need it installed?"
Gabe asks, "Is the ignition on, Cris?"
"Yes, sir."
"Every electrical system runs through the switch. It sounds like the only choice, and I hope it doesn't blow us up."
Michael smiles and says, "Have faith, Gabriel."
"I do, but I'm backing up a little."
Cris cringes a little in the driver's seat and says, "Okay, here we go. Right there, Michael."
He takes the blue lightning whip from his belt, then turns the power end toward the ignition switch. The lightning reaches out and connects, drawing the shaft to its destination. Streams of blue energy crackle throughout the frame, and sparks explode from the gauges. Gabe gets hit by a bolt that knocks him backward. Suddenly, the bus lights spring to life while the motor roars. Cris guns the accelerator and hollers, "I think that's enough, Michael."
Michael pulls his whip away while Gabe picks himself off of the floor.
Gabe says, "Don't gun the motor too much, Cris. It needs to get us across the bridge, and the motor sounds like it has a cylinder not firing all the way."
Cris slowly lets up on the throttle, and the motor begins to idle. "Well, it seems like we have a ride!"
Cal runs to the bus door and yells, "That sounds great! Are we about to put this plan in motion?"
Gabe's face looks locked in, and he says, "Yes, ma'am."
"Awesome! Come on, Cris, let's go unleash some fury."
Gabe exclaims, "Don't forget those hollow-point shells, Cris. They explode on contact."
"Ah, yes. There's nothing like exploding demons on a Saturday afternoon."
Michael speaks up, "Remember, my friends. The Lord is with us."
They all shout, "Amen!"
~
Suddenly, there's a quiet growing among the throng inhabiting the bridge. Asmodeus barks out an order to be ready, causing thousands of red eyes to peer into the city.
Gabe puts the bus in reverse, then slowly backs onto Second Avenue. The darkness seems to muffle the sound of the Greyhound creaking out the lot. It's been a long time since this massive tank rolled down a highway. He puts the shifter into Drive and says, "Let's see if this thing goes forward, Michael."
The drums of the demons begin to pound out a slow, steady beat that resonates throughout the area. The Legions take a battle stance with swords drawn and spears at the ready.
Cal and Cris take their positions on top of some shipping containers that block Riverside Drive on both sides. Once Cal is in place, she scans the other side for Cris, and he's in a firing position waiting for Cal's signal. With an evil grin, Cal pulls an arrow from her quiver, sites her target then lets it fly. The silent missile passes in front of Cris's nose, with the last feather barely touching the tip. Cris smiles and says to himself, "What a woman."
Gabe and Michael stop at the Poplar Avenue intersection, waiting for the first shot from Cris's AR-15. Michael asks, "Do you think Cal and Cris will be up to the challenge, Gabriel?"
"Yes, I do. Are we?"
"Let us find out, Gabriel."
Gabe starts to laugh, turning the bus onto the intersection.
Cal scans the area picking out her first targets, and says to herself, "I love it when they line up in a row." With her bow pulled, she slowly rises from her crouching position, thinking, "Let me see if I can empty my quiver. Michael said I couldn't do it." They decided that Cal should be the first to fire in silence.
Suddenly, Legions begin to shriek before exploding in a red haze. Death for the Legions is raining down from the sky. Row after row begins to fade into the darkness. Asmodeus barks out another order, and Familiars start the search for the attacker while the Legions begin to break formation.
It's time for Cris to take action. He opens fire on the Familiars at fifteen rounds per second. They begin to dance and explode at a furious pace. Cal is almost through the first wave of legions, and she hasn't made a dent in her quiver full of arrows.
Gabe pulls the bus to the front of the bridge, opens the door, and says, "It's your turn, Michael."
He quickly hops off the bus and pulls off his lightning whip from his belt, and with a mighty flip of his wrist, it connects with the suspension cable spanning the bridge. Blue lightning begins to crackle along the entire structure, and red sprites shoot through the dark clouds while the fingers of lightning cascade downward to unsuspecting victims.
Michael's play signals Cal and Cris to find the bus. They both begin to climb down the containers.
Cris's plan has worked to perfection so far. The demons on the bridge are in total disarray; while Asmodeus is knocked off his perch by a bolt of lightning, two Garrotes fly to his aid lowering him to the bridge.
Cris is already down, and he watches Cal on the last few steps when he sees movement to her right. Two Legions are sneaking up beside her, and she doesn't see them. He shoulders his rifle when they pull their swords. Two shots fired, exploding the demons beside Cal taking her last step down. She smiles and then says, "I owe you one."
"Believe me," Cris laughs. "I plan on collecting." They both run to the bus.
Michael sees them coming and releases his whip with a flick of his wrist.
"Great show, Michael," Cal exclaims, running past him. "You even knocked that big one off of the tower."
"Well, that's an added pleasure."
They file onto the bus, and Cris takes the wheel. He hollers, "Everybody, hold on," then slams the door and floors it. The bus surges forward. "I'm turning the lights on, Gabe; they already know we're here."
"They sure do, Cris, because of you and Cal."
The bridge between Memphis and Arkansas is a mile across, with four lanes for traffic. In the Physical Realm, it carries thousands of cars and trucks across every day.
In the Spiritual Realm it's currently occupied by thousands of demons going in every direction. Asmodeus barks out orders but cannot bring his charges to order when the next wave hits the demons.
Cris roars onto the bridge at seventy miles per hour, crushing everything in his path. Legions and Familiars hit the air while tortuous screams erupt beneath the bus—all eyes on the bus scan the way ahead of them. The bus is almost half a mile across.
The demons begin to regroup. Suddenly, spears fly through the windshield. Shattered glass sprays everywhere, causing Cris to swerve the bus a little, smashing three of their fire pits. Fire pours off the back of the bus for a moment.
The second pit sprayed over the road engulfing many Legions. With their bodies burning, they rise slowly and begin chasing the bus. Red eyes encased in fire run shrieking down the road.
Five Garrotes land in front of the bus when a thud on the bus's roof knocks Cal to the floor. The two back tires blow out, and Cris has no choice but to slow down.
"I know who that is. Open the door, Cris," and he obliges. Gabe grabs the frame, then swings his large frame out the door in a circle and lands, standing on the roof. He smiles and says, "I believe I owe you something!" Asmodeus steps back in fear then Gabe opens fire, pelting his body in a circle around his heart and one final shot to the head. Asmodeus explodes in the red stench of a demon General.
Cal can see the fiery Legions are catching up and yells, "Throw me you Forty-five, Cris."
He quickly tosses it to her and asks. "I didn't know you could shoot a handgun?"
"You didn't ask." She turns when the back window explodes. Several flaming faces peer through the window with hideous smiles, and Cal opens fire, sending them back to oblivion.
Michael sees the path ahead and says, "I believe I need to clear a path, Cris."
"It would be helpful."
Michael takes off his coat, then steps back. Suddenly, he bursts through the busted windshield, unfurling his ten-foot wings. With his whip in hand, he hovers for a second, then cracks it. The decapitated Garrotes detonate into nothingness. He continues his wrath on any victim that lies ahead.
The bus slows again when the rest of the Legions hang on from behind. The other back tires blow, and sparks fly. They're running on the rims now. The end is just ahead, and Michael has cleared the way.
Gabe runs to the back of the bus picking off Legions with every shot. He hears someone firing inside and wonders who it is.
The Legions keep coming from everywhere; they have busted out the side windows and are ripping the frames wider to get in. Cal slowly backs her way to the front, firing away, and asks, "Where are we?"
"Just a few hundred more feet, and we'll be off the bridge. The problem is, we're doing only twenty miles an hour."
Michael lands beside Gabriel and says, "We need to get inside." Michael kneels, rips the air conditioning unit from the roof, then throws it at a Legion climbing on top. Using his bare hands, he widens the hole for both of them to drop in. Michael first, then Gabe.
Cris yells at Gabe, "Where's the portal?"
"It's at a Marathon station just ahead, and the portal is beside it."
The bus suddenly bounces hard when the bus exits the bridge. Everybody standing catches themselves before falling.
Cal is still blasting away and says, "I could use a little help!"
Gabe pulls both off his Rugers from his duty belt and blasts away in rapid fire. He empties his guns, then slams in new clips.
"I see the station; everybody, brace yourself. I'm going to try and stop this thing," Cris yells over the gunshots.
The back wheels lock up, spinning the back of the bus in a complete circle, shaking demons off in every direction. It slowly stops in front of the station.
Gabe shakes the cobwebs from the G-force and exclaims, "Let's get out of this thing!"
Cris opens the door and says, "Thank you for riding Greyhound. Enjoy your stay."
Cal scoots past him and says, "I'm not staying that long and neither are you."
Gabe scans the area stepping off the bus, announcing, "It looks clear."
The group exits quickly, seeing the swirling darkness before them. The howls and screams are just over the hill, and Michael smiles. He hands his jacket to Gabe then suddenly; he grows to thirty feet in height. Giant, Micheal sees the mass of forces about to top the hill; he picks the bus up with a mighty heave; throws it. The multitude of demons sees the hulk of steel flying at them and try to escape with little success. A massive cloud of red mist rises beyond the hill.
Almost instantly, Michael takes his jacket from Gabe.
Before they can take a step, half of a fiery demon raises himself with his sword in hand. He stands on his torso; its legs were taken off by the bus. Hatred fills his rotting face. With its last amount of strength, he heaves the sword like a spear.
Before the Warriors can take a step, the weapon strikes Cal in the back, piercing her kidneys and stomach before the tip penetrates her abdomen. Cal collapses in a heap on the barren ground with a deep moan.
Cris turns to find the laughing demon across the road, then obliterates the Legion in a hail of bullets.
Michael unwraps his Tallit from around his waist.
Gabe walks behind Cal, then yells for Cris, "Help us, Cris." He yanks the sword from Cal's back.
Cris turns and asks, "Is she going to die?"
"Not if we get my Tallit around her wound. Gabriel and I will raise her off the ground while you wrap this around her." Michael tosses Cris his garment, then grabs her feet, and Gabe slips his hands under her arms. They raise her, and blood pours from the wound. Cris wraps her body with the garment. "Make sure the tassels are under her near the wound."
"Gotcha!"
Gabe interjects, "Now, take her in your arms and let's get through that portal before they regroup."
Tears drip from Cris's eyes while taking her gently in his arms.
"I know it's hard, Cris. But we've got to move!"
"You're right, Gabe. Let's go."
Three, carrying one, dive into the portal.
Author Notes |
To all readers, I humbly apologize that it has been four months since posting anything in this book. With school starting in two weeks, I hope to do much better.
The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions, but quick soldiers hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the Earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting on humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams and have sex with them. |
By papa55mike
Author Notes |
Many thanks for stopping by to read!
Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon, created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon who hides in the darker realms waiting on humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female. |
By papa55mike
Author Notes |
The Cast of Characters.
Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike |
By papa55mike
Author Notes |
The Cast of Characters.
Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has intercourse with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female. |
By papa55mike
Author Notes |
Many thanks for stopping by to read!
Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has intercourse with a young virgin girl in the Earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female. |
By papa55mike
Author Notes |
Many thanks for stopping by to read!
Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has intercourse with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female. |
By papa55mike
Author Notes |
We have a few more chapters to go.
Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the earthly realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female. |
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