“It is time to take what is ours and overthrow the Lord of
Hosts,” the creature spoke with a tone of satisfaction.
“Yes, indeed it is, and with their help, I will be able to
remove the curse laid upon me in the Garden. Now, it is time for you to go. I
need you to move things as intended in the Heavenly realm.” Halel said.
The angel bowed and extened his hand. The rip appeared
again, its light leaking into this creation from the other and then closing up once
the figure stepped through.
Halel stood alone in the field for a moment facing Padooth.
With an evil smile on his face, as if he were a cat who had wounded its prey
and was beginning to play with it, he said through clenched teeth, “No seed of
woman will crush my head.”
His cape ballooned out behind him and formed into four wings
on his back. Their dark plumage resembled that of a male peacock with black iridescent
eyes everywhere as he rose into the air and disappeared quickly into the
darkness.
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With the last mourning visitor gone and the house prepared
for tomorrow’s burial, Enosh and his kin stepped outside of Seth’s villa. The
immediate pain of losing a loved one had given way to numbness and exhaustion.
Enosh started to pull the hood of his light robe closer
around his head to keep out the violent wind, but by the time he had finished
the gale suddenly stopped, and the air became instantly still and peaceful.
Enosh looked at the others and lowered his hood.
“I feel the worst is yet to come my brothers,” he said. “I
pledge to you that my father’s last words were not in vain.”
Deep inside him, the
unease refused to rest. He only knew that this night was significant in a yet
undiscovered way.
The entire first chapter of The Corruption – Book 1 in The Age of the Watchers – will be published on this blog throughout the month of April.
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