Chapter
Five
It wasn't long before Jeran was back in the realm of the creator. A pure holy
light illuminated the sky and brilliantly reflected about the infinite area of
good will. This was the sanctuary of truth and love, the one place that evil
could never hope to penetrate; this
"It is true my lord," Jeran said
humbly, bowing before the light. "Azrael and Magdalena have returned. I know not
what they want but I can sense the fight brewing in them, they are on a mission
but I know not of what."
"There is more my lord... he is with
them. The one foretold, the son of Lucifer."
"AWAY!!" She finally shouted, but it
was too late. The evil encompassed her and pain shot through every inch of her.
She screamed in agony but it was of little use as the pain sunk deeper and
deeper, as though it were tearing her apart as it went.
She put the truck into drive and
started off down the highway.
His eyes scanned the northern skies
and he smirked at the smell of his prey. "It is time to feed…" he whispered and
jumped off the tree, slowly heading toward his prey, patience indeed was in his
ball court as was time, and he had plenty of time.
indeed was heaven, home of the immortal Creator.
Jeran spread his brilliant wings and flew into the sky. There he hovered and
waited for the presence of the Creator to arrive. He still wore the same combat
gown that he had since the Creator had made the heavens and earth. His short
dark hair hung over his head
in a small mess but it somehow seemed to portray its own style. Jaren stood over
six feet tall and had the build of a warrior. Many a fight he had claimed
victory at the Creator's will, and as he waited now for him to arrive he could
sense another war was brewing.
Finally, the presence came, not in Physical form but in the light that purified
everything it touched. In this way He could be everywhere and in everything at
the same time. It had been so long since He had taken physical form that even
Jeran scarcely remembered
what He looked like. The Creator spoke without words but Jeran understood
perfectly and relayed his message.
There was a short pause before Jeran continued, almost afraid to think of what
was beginning to transpire on earth.
'I know' The creator spoke silently. 'Lucifer is preparing for another war. This
will be there greatest battle yet, even in my power I will not be able to stop
him. He knows it too. That is why he tried so desperately to corrupt the
creation of the saviors. If it wasn't
for you, Jeran he would have succeeded.'
Jeran bit his lip as he hesitated to tell the worst news yet, but the Creator
had already read his thoughts and comforted him.
'Do not worry.' He spoke. 'They are safe from a second corruption now, I have
guided Orion to them. Their time draws near Jeran, and you must assist them. You
have been my most loyal and courageous archangel, that is why you were sent to
protect them. If they do not live then the war will have already been lost.
Their identities are safe for now, but Lucifer will find them eventually.'
"All of Heaven and Earth is fortunate that they were not discovered today."
Jeran spoke softly.
'Fortune played no part, they have you to thank Jeran.'
"They have me to curse as well..."
'The alternative considered, they will forgive you. You saved their souls from
corruption Jeran, and by that you also saved all creation. Do not forget.'
"Yes my lord."
'Orion will safe keep them for now, he may not know why he has come across them
but it is better that way. Lucifer can corrupt any mortal mind given enough
time. They must remain secret. You must rally the forces of truth and inform
them of this.'
Jeran nodded and instantly flew off to the hall of gathering. With a mere
thought from the creator the trumpets mounted on the building blared, reaching
the far corners of the Heavens and summoning all spirits of good. This was the
call of emergency, All angels and Archangels knew what it meant. It was time for
war.
The cats stared in disbelief at Orion. Neither could understand why but somehow
this story seemed familiar in an almost unconscious kind of way. It was like a
dream that had taken hold in their minds. It was like the instinctive fear that
they had encountered with the presence at the lake. There was something more to
this and they both were beginning to feel it.
Suddenly, Jade felt like she had been
struck in the head as another dream-like memory began to surface. She opened her
eyes wide as the pain of the experience re-asserted itself in her mind.
A familiar face stared at her and grinned, it was the face of evil... just as
the presence at the lake. Somehow she didn't feel like herself in the dream, as
though she were different. The evil closed in closer as she screamed curses at
it in a language she did not even
understand.
Finally the dream faded to black and Jade finally became aware of Fox speaking
with concern to her.
"What's the matter?" Fox looked into
her terror wide eyes with fear filled eyes of his own. Her face drained of
blood, although it was impossible to tell through her fur. Disorientation
clouded her thoughts and she jumped to her feet, her tail puffed up in terror.
"NO!" She screamed mindlessly and ran off at top speed.
"JADE!" Fox instantly bolted after her.
Jade ran in fear but she did not now from what, the memory was so terrifying
that she could not think straight, all she wanted to do was get away from
everything. Fox had a difficult time following her, she ran faster than he had
ever seen, he could not understand what was the matter.
Tears streamed down Jade's face but she continued to run. Up ahead a steep hill
sloped down but Jade took no notice. All she could think about was the pain, and
that she had to get away. Her paw caught in root hidden under the snow and
dragged her out of her thoughts. A sickening crack sounded from her leg as she
tumbled to the ground
and rolled uncontrollably down the hill. She could not see anything, until she
saw the bark of a heavy tree, and by then it was too late.
By the time Fox caught up with her,
all he found was Jade unconscious, lying in a heap at the bottom of the hill.
Rachet waited quietly as Rune and Azrael stood beside her.
"I have something I must confess to you Rune..." Rachet said as she turned to
face him.
"And that is...?" Rune asked as his eyes narrowed onto Rachet's.
"Rachet is not my real first name but my middle name while my first name is
Magdalena. I just used Rachet for a cover-up while here on earth as I searched
for you."
"Magdalena.....that is beautiful..." Rune commented. "What does it mean?"
"It is the name of a river....somewhere near Mexico...and that is where our
final destination is. Also, I'm sorry I was so quiet earlier...I sensed the
presence of a holy one. I have a couple of ideas who it is and if he knows we
are here then surely the Creator..." she said with disgust and then paused.
"Surely knows our plans....we must act fast and make haste."
Azrael nodded grimly. "True....let us quickly leave then.."
"But...what is your mission??" Rune asked, confused. "And how is it we met
before our bodies were created, father said we met in the Abyss...is this true,
love?"
Magdalena looked at Rune. "Yes it is..and I shall explain it on the way."
She raised up her arms and chanted heavily. The snowstorm began to pick up as
she stopped chanting. "Hurry up and follow me, we must cover the ground to the
highway where our ride be waiting."
Azrael and Rune nodded as the three of them started running toward the highway.
It took them thirty minutes to arrive and when their feet touched the asphalt
the snowstorm died down. In front of them a large, silver, Dodge Ram 1500
series, flat-bed truck was waiting for them, and red with tinted windows.
Magdalena opened the driver's side door and jumped in. Rune got into the middle
and Azrael jumped into the passenger's seat. The two of them closed their doors.
Magdalena started up the engine that roared to life and turned on the
headlights. The highways were deserted at this time of the morning so the trip
would be fast.
The small boy watched the three of them from far above, in a gigantic oak tree.
"Soon they shall view me...and yet remember me they will; for I shall be the one
who decides all of their fates and not the Creator!!!" the boy cried out and
began laughing manically. His shoulders slumped forward as he watched the tail
lights fade from sight. "However not at this moment…for now I must feed….."
Orion looked to the cats. "I'm leaving with or without you."
Orion
started off down the snowy grass and towards an old abandoned motel where he was
hoping the cats would clean up. If he showed them to Jeran now he'd more than
likely get his ass chewed out for their cleanliness.
Berk slowly eyed his prey before him that was a large bear that was feeding on a
small doe it had just caught. The bear looked up and blood covered its immense
jaws as if it had been seen. It growled slightly but then returned to its
feeding.
"Fresh....." Berk whispered as he took out a small dagger that was rusty, the
blade was very small, and looked like it could not slash a wrist even if the
attempt was true. He looked at the dagger which flashed an eerie blue color.
'I am your weapon, I am worthy.' the weapon said in his mind.
"Yes I know you are Atomos...you are indeed worthy.." Berk replied and grinned.
Suddenly with immense speed and agility he was at he bear's neck and the dagger
sliced open its throat, spilling blood all over the boys face. The boy licked
the blood away with his tongue and soon the bear fell to the ground dying. Berk
took the dagger in hand, sliced open the bear's chest, ripped out it's still
beating heart, taking a solid bite out if, blood and gore dripped down his chin,
and onto his shirt. He continued to devour the heart and finally when he was
done feeding; he stood up and looked to the deer. The carcass lay open all over
the ground, blood was everywhere and its heart was still
intact.
He took a couple of careful paces toward the carcass and placed his hand on the
heart. It was strong but not as strong as the bear’s was. He grinned and then
went back to his feeding frenzy on the bear's intestines and liver. When he had
finished eating all of that he was a bloody mess. He grinned showing off his
bloody teeth, his face was covered in blood, and he waved the dagger in the air.
"I'm going to decide all of your fates!!!" Berk yelled into the darkness.
He began laughing insanely as he trotted off, his stomach full, wandering the
remainder of the night, searching for the Evil Trio.
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