INTO THE DARK HOURS

What the hell?!” Abbadon screamed, when he walked in and caught sight of the mess that once was Mastema. His voice could be heard all throughout the belly of Hell. echoing through the caves. “We finally have a chance at finishing what Lucifer never could, and one fuck up can ruin it all!? Belial!!” Belial walked in as Mastema’s wing was being cauterized by Abbadon. “He’s back for sure…” Abbadon said to him. “And, from what I hear, he’s stronger than ever.”

“So what,” Belial boasted. “We have mankind eating out of our hands…which means God’s powers are fading, with every soul we sway. And as for the bastard child, I’ll take a small army and dispose of him immediately.

Mastema pipped up, “He is stronger than the legends say…he took out a small army. I understand he has already taken out several small armies today, not just mine. And the word on the street is that angels are being sent by the dozens to aid him in his quest.”

Abbadon, to Belial’s displeasure, had no choice but to follow his age and wisdom and agree that Michael was an issue, but not the target. “We must stay focused, and find the mother of the chosen ones,” he said. “God is getting weaker by the day…he will not be able to keep her location secret for long.”

Belial was noticeably disturbed by the decision, and stressed his concern, “I can deal with him…just give me the chance!” he begged.

“No. we stay focused,” Abbadon demanded. “I want to be walking into the holy gates by the turn of the full moon. As man pulls away from him, he weakens, and even if we can’t find her in time it won’t matter anyway. God will fall at my feet as a weak, old man! Neither Michael nor the chosen ones will be able to stop us!”



Guardian Of The Sheep

A Paranormal Romance by Ray Smith


LpJ & NightWriters Publishing
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ONE LAST FIGHT

As we turned the corner down sixth avenue, the graffiti and trash-lined streets said all that needed to be said. We got stares from everyone, and even a few fingers telling us we were number one. When the suburban came to rest outside of a large house on the curb, I insisted the agent from California – whose name I didn’t even want to know, for his own good – stay in the SUV with one of my soldiers as I and Sahaqiel went into the house.

I jumped out, with Sahaqiel right on my heels, but before we could even make it to the door we encountered our first resistance from the damned souls made to serve the demons as slaves. Still, little challenge was involved in getting past these few guards protecting the house, and once we were inside the slaves offered up little fight. We made our way through the screaming and the confusion, with me feeling no remorse in releasing the damned of their debt with the power of my sword, until finally I was face to face to face with an ugly demon.

“I only wanted to talk to you,” I insisted “It doesn’t have to go down like this.” I wasn’t sure what he was thinking as he charged at me with his ax in hand, but he was no match for my sword, and in seconds it found its way deep inside his chest. His body fell at my feet, and with one slice his head rolled across the floor. I asked Sahaqiel to remove his wings as I grabbed his head and walked outside.

“It ends tonight!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as I held the head high in the air. “Any demon that doesn’t change his ways will meet the same fate! I am Michael, warrior of the heavens and guardian of mankind, and I will not rest until mankind is free of the intervention of evil!”

 



Guardian Of The Sheep

A Paranormal Romance by Ray Smith


LpJ & NightWriters Publishing
All Rights Reserved