Darkness is Coming

by Chris Ehnot.

Chapter One:

"In the beginning God created heaven and the earth.

And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of he deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the Waters."

-Genesis 1:1-2

thousands of years ago . . .

During a time of war on a desolate planet . . .

It began as a peaceful planet that turned into a raging battle zone. Trees green and plentiful, the grass spread out across the land, and the animals moving freely about. For over a time span of ten years, undercover spies secretly began to gain entry, or initiation, in The Great Council; a structure built to construct and maintain order over the planet. A small group of investors began to gain interest in the idea to overturn the Great Council in order to rule the world by secretly promoting it across the planet.

The two races, who have lived out their lives for thousands of years, slowly parted in political and moral ideas. Both who once believed that expansion was not the way to live because it would go against their ancestor's laws now chose sides. The reptilian race began to side with the idea that expansion was very necessary to broaden their knowledge about life, and they pushed for much more bendable rules when the Great Council would meet every quarter.

"Great Chancellor Aeftogh, For the last time sit down!" The Emperor then sat back down in his chair, which overlooked the circling room of senators from each of the six other equally divided territories around the world.

"I am afraid your imperial majesty that our peace treaty, which has been in waver for some time, has ceased."

"If that is what you wish Great Chancellor Aeftogh, but I warn you --"

"Warn me? You of all people should know not to do anything!" Aeftogh then approached his former Emperor's bench.

"Sit Down Chancellor, I am not asking you twice! Or -- "

"Or what?! Are you threatening me? Do you feel that you are in a position to do so? You do know what will happen to your retched planet of your's if you dare lay one finger upon me."

"I am willing to take that chance Chancellor, even if it means war." The Emperor was about to sit back down when the Great Chancellor pulled out a small knife, which is warn by the reptilian race, hurling it at the Emperor. At this time a fellow senator leaped into the way taking the hit in her chest piercing pass her bone causing severe internal bleeding which filled up her lungs. It only took a few seconds for her to die. Instantly, while those, including the Emperor dove for cover, Aeftogh sprinted out of the Great Council whereby running into a nearby security guard who was on his way to switch shifts with another guard.

"Excuse Me, Oh Great Chancellor, beg my pardon," the security guard pleaded. As he bent down he noticed a few guards yelling out for him to catch the Great Chancellor. Confused, Aeftogh shoved him out of the way escaping the Great Hall. Once understanding the situation, he leapt from his feet, too, chasing after him. Luckily Aeftogh, took a wrong turn ending up in a dead end alley where being surrounded he pulled out a small handheld weapon.

"You won't get away Chancellor. we have you surrounded!"

"Oh, but I will. You see this here device? It shoots out a high energized beam which can penetrate the most strongest element."

Doubting the Chancellor's efforts in scaring them, one eagerly approaches him. With a sudden move forward, then right, the Chancellor shoots the beam towards him disabling his opponent. With this, the other two, with fear in their eyes, looked at each other ducking out of the beam's way. After a few rounds of fire, a sound of metal hitting the ground caused the two security to look in the alley. A hole was created where their opponent had vanished through. They quickly followed him in pursuit seeing him rounding a wall to the left. They cautiously approached the corner then quickly glanced in the street seeing that the Great Chancellor had been caught.

Since he had murdered a very highly respected senator, the penalty was much larger than a sentence of prison, but rather death itself. This would also be the first time in history where a whole race was sentenced to another planet.

"Bring out the Chancellor!" Two royal guards walked in front of the Emperor as the Great Council's large pair of doors opened by two other royal guards. Followed by two prison guards, the Great Chancellor walked in with pride upon his face. The Emperor's royal guards began with an introduction to Aeftogh's sentencing where leaving the Great Council making a final judgment. After a page went around collecting the votes, he handed the Emperor's guards the votes whereby handing them to the Emperor himself. He then approached the bench without sitting in his throne. "I Emperor Kalon Mitof Skeine of Yenidic, along with the rest of the Great Council have declared, in diplomatic format, that you, former Great Chancellor, and Imperial leader of the Kir-Shawj have been sentenced to Death by beam. Before you are sent to Death, do you have any --"

"Why a matter of fact my non Imperial Majesty, I do have something to say. I have been with your Great Council for 120 Yenidic years and still have not seen one intelligent senator, or emperor, since the Great Maofef himself!"-110 years ago, Yenidic years, the Great Maofef had taken an alliance with a very reckless race, which overturned two very important allies disabling trade between the Delta Quadrant.

"I am warning you Skeine, you do not want to do this."

"And why not?"

"I will make it that you ill live in total fear for the rest of your life. I will promise you that. You see Emperor, you can not get rid of me so easily, I will escape and become more powerful than you ever imagined."

"Guards!"

"You will regret this Skeine. I will return. I will be back for what is rightfully mine!"

"Guards, take him away. I do not want anybody without high personnel inscription codes to access his cell."

"Yes sir." As two prison guards escorted Aeftogh out, the Emperor's mind filled up with thoughts of the future, not just his, but his whole race. For the next 60 Kylon years(2032 Earth years), the Kir-Shawj race would live under the poorest of conditions without any for of technology. They, though at a very large disadvantage, would gain outside help from allies spread across that sector enabling them to become a very large and powerful empire.

One day on the far side of the planet an approaching roar came from the sky. The birds sensed that there was a disturbance and sporadically flew away in separate directions. From the meadows animals of all sorts, predators, prey, and scavengers alike ran northward in a thundering sound trampling over anything that was in their way. From the sky, which was full of cumulus nimbus clouds that had a hassle of reddish tint to them, there was a starship of great size shadowing over the land creating an ellipse. Gigantic landing pods extended out beneath the structure where they pivoted themselves on the flat meadow plain. After the initial landing the structure, its secondary engines, and then, temporary engines were turned off. Several hatches opened up alone the underneath section deploying thousands of hover pods, battle tanks and soldiers onto the grassy meadow.

News quickly reached The Great Council and an emergency meeting was called upon. Those within the council discussed the new situation.

A highly respected member rose upward before the council and spoke. " we do not hold any weapons for defense and I am afraid that we will all die before any of our allies within the galaxy can come to our dying needs."

The Ambassador of Colony five, a settlement halfway across the planet, quickly rose in response. "What are you implying Councilor, that we allow them to take us as prisoners of war without a fight?"

"I am saying that there is no rational reason for fighting. It is just unlogical to fight when we do not have a fair chance, am I right council?"

Members of the council spoke in dispute with one another. Some agreed that it would be blatant to give in to the army of soldiers, while others argued that it would b more honorable to fight. As they bickered, a disturbing noise came from the Great Hall followed by a pounding of two dead bodies thrown against the Great Council's doors swinging them wide open.

"Who Goes There!" the older and much wiser Emperor proclaimed.

"What is the matter, do you not recognize an old friend?" With this being said, he saw his fate, his destiny before him. Never, it can not be."

"Oh but it is, I'm afraid." An more older version of his enemy stood before him where both leaders of each world gazed into each other eyes knowing how it will end.

"What do you want," the Imperial Majesty commanded.

"I want? What I want is what I told you what I would come back for and there is nothing you can do about it oh 'great' and oh 'powerful' one.

"You know I can not allow that."

"Oh yes, that's right. Now you play the 'high' and 'mighty' one. What is it that you could do, if you were in the position to do it, of course.?"

Both the Great Council and the Emperor mutually knew that their adversary was correct. Both knew that they had no fighting chance and could only agree on one thing. "What is your bidding?" the Emperor calming and willingly stated.

"For one, I am ready to take waht is rightfully mine, and two --"

"Yes?"

"Since you were so kind to give me such a great sentence I will be just as kind to return you that favor my imperial majesty, but as for this time I am gong to personally make sure that you die."

As the army of soldiers rampaged the colonies, some went into captivity while others resisted until every last one of them were killed off. Eventually the planet became a slave world, prisoners ruled by the superior race from a nearby planetary system. Many tried to escape, but only a few lived to tell about it. Those who did, escaping in a hidden underground starship, gained their freedom and searched the galaxy for a planet that could support their entities. Alone their search they found a suitable planet which contained all of the same qualities which they came from including life of the same kind, or so they thought. They were forced to strive on the peaceful and un-technological planet. Without the use of technology they had to adapt themselves to their surroundings in order to survive. The race was consisted of highly intellectual beings who adapted to their environment rather than forming the planet to their needs. Similarly they became known as warlocks, wizards, and witches. The clan of this alien race altered their characteristics and physical appearances to fit the needs of becoming more like humans.

Years passed and the alien race, who later were called as Yenidics, went on with their lives trying not to reveal their true identities to the world. Well, as all time has shown, all will eventually die. Though they have adapted themselves to their surroundings, they too, came to an extent where they were unable to adapt anymore. They, who were considered immortals, too were nearing the en of their existence. Their only hope for survival was to merge with the human beings prolonging the race.

Chapter Two

1984:08:24 A hospital, New York.

"Doctor, get a doctor in here now!" A nurse, dressed a blue nurse uniform, hollered while catching a woman from falling. The ecstatic nurse orders for a wheelchair while the intercom system called for any doctor in that sector of the hospital.

"What happened here," demanded the doctor.

"Her water broke just a few hours ago and we're are going to take her down to the delivery room," said another nurse pushing Catherine, the woman's name down the hallway.

"She isn't even contracting." The doctor was wiry to see that the nurse did not even think about it. What he did see is that she was bleeding. "I want to do some tests run on her uterus, just to make sure that there is no problem with the baby."

"As you wish, doctor." The nurses took the woman into examination room taking blood samples, while the doctor prepared for a surgery in another room.

Hours passed and the tests finally came. At the same time, the woman was heavily contracting. Doctor Cornwell, please come down to the delivery room, a nurse over the intercom said.

As the Gurney is shoved down towards the delivery room by a group of nurses and a few doctors, Doctor Cornwell meets up with Steve, who is Catherine's husband, pulling him away into a ready room. Washing his hands, the doctor began telling Steve how his wife is suffering from hemophilia- a rare decease which means that the blood does not clot causing continuous bleeding. "I am sorry to tell you this, but I am afraid that she has lost too much blood to save her. I think that if you want to see your wife, do it now before she gives birth because I am not too sure how much longer she will live."

As the wife became less energetic, and more weaker, Steve spoke to her about how they will live in a brand new house, watching each other get old keeping her spirits up and their minds together. Upon the child's conception, in her last breath of air, he died from excessive loss of blood. The last reminisce of their kind was stored into genetic structure of this harmless entity which he held within his bloody arms.

She became older, the brightest of her class and all at the age of fourteen she completed college with a Ph.D. in Nuclear Chemistry and Psychology. After years of numerous job offers, she was offered a job that she knew was too priceless to turn down. What she did not know was that she had entered a non-governmentally payed project that would soon turn her whole life around. Months into the project her ability to contact others, such as friends and family outside the project was nonnegotiable.

Those who worked on the project created a new life within their environment. They would use the chemical showers for their regular needs, slept on padded couches and shared the same cloths. The long and dreadful hours created a feeling that she wished would end. Though she did enjoy her career, she also wished that it would be more exciting. As they neared completion of their preassigned project, one by one, they were taken away by authorized security personal.

Three days have passed by and two security officers along with a Caucasian man in a white lab coat approached Jennifer. The man started speaking nonsensically about how important it was for her to take leave . He began by stating that she has been ordered to be relocated to another facility and begin work on a very unofficial operation, which meant that she had to leave her current one. She had asked them where they were going, but they would not answer her. She began to become very worried when they commanded her to enter into a white unmarked Lincoln 1984 limousine with tinted windows. Without reasoning they shoved her into it.

She could tell that they were heading in an eastern direction because she could not only feel the sunlight on her skin, but she could also see a bright haze through her blindfold in front of her. Hours passed, and then the car stopped. The car began to slow down, which then came to a halt. The driver rolled down his window and spoke to a security guard, who commanded for gates to open allowing entree. The car made a final stop in which they pulled her out of the car and took her to a office of some sort. Rounding a maze of corridors they reached an elevator. One officer took off her blindfold while another pushed a down arrow key on the control panel. It seemed like minutes passing by, but in fact it was just a few seconds. The elevator came to a halt after the long travel downward into the Earth's crust. The three security officers escorted her out onto a metal platform where they walked her down a long aisle. The hallway was contained a banister on both sides that streamed along the walls. They walked through a few corridors until they reached a set of metal doors that slid open as they drew near. The room had a obscure odor like the air had been recycled over and over. She was led into another room that was occupied by ten men and three women wearing business suites. There were several black leathered chairs circling around an oval table. One side of the room was an embedded shelf with technological, engineering, physics, and mathematical reference books. The people were all sitting down and appeared to be very interested in her.

" You may sit down, young Jennifer," a man at the head of the table said. She sat cautiously awaiting her sentencing. He, besides one other person, was wearing a light tan suit with a black shiny tie. Though everybody else had short hair, his was chin length and was an almost a silvery color. He then gave his peculiar name. "I am Micah."

Another person stood up. " I am sorry for your treatment, but we could not find any other way of approaching you." He was wearing a black suit with his black hair slicked back. He had bluish-gray eyes and a very light complexion.

"We have been watching you for the past couple of years, paying much attention to, how I say, your excellent qualities." Micah put his hands in a prayer stance and leaned them to his face as if he was expecting her to say something that would offend him.

" Well, what if I do not wish to fulfill your request?" Jennifer glanced at the figure and then to the other people.

"To not achieve these will result in much discomfort in our relationship," obscenely Micah said, "Take her away." calling out to the security near the exits.

The two security officers took one of each of her arms leading her to her room . They came to a small padded room with having only one vent located on the ceiling and an airtight locked door on the left side where she sat. Across the small seven foot squared room, looking from the door, there was a bed that sprawled out seven feet by three feet wide.

Ordered by the top officials of the facility the scientists began with tests challenging her current abilities. Then, soon after a few days have passed by, or so she thought since she had no true idea how long she had been there, the tests became even more challenging.

"And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shall call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins"

- Matthew 1:21

Eighteen years ago . . .

In the early weeks of July, a woman by the name of Mary miraculously conceived a son. As if the lord himself were watching over them, they were filled with delight and continuous virtue. Nine months after conception the holy mother gave birth to an enchanted angel. The mother Mary, could feel a sense that the lord was always along her side aiding her every step she took.

Ever since his birth he had always shown extraordinary strength and intelligence. Michael, the son of David and Mary Bethel would for the next eighteen years experience life on the abnormal level. He became involved in many of the school's extracurricular activities such as the language clubs, student council, and a member of the National Honors Society. It was not until a few months after his eighteenth birthday when he began having pain in both of his shoulder blades. At times it became so severe that he would become hospitalized for days. Each time he entered the hospital several different tests were performed checking for the cause of the pain. All of these times, none of the data could find a problem with him. Each time, the data kept coming up inconclusive.

After a soccer game, in the midst of the woods near his home, Michael began to feel pain again as he was walking home. After collapsing to the ground in severe pain, he lost consciousness. He then awoke in a room that felt dark yet simultaneously was lighted. In the distance a figure in the shadows rose from a chair.

" I am very pleased to see that you are awake." The man who was wearing a brown cloak gestured to Michael as if he was wishing him to stand. "I see that you are better now, come, your training is to begin at once."

As if his legs were temporarily paralyzed he stumbled to his feet. Michael, with a questioning look on his face then too spoke. "Training? What training? I Know not of any training, nor do I recall ever seeing you before. Where am I anyway, I want to go home. I, I am late as it is."

"You can leave if you want but I warn you, if you do you will never learn about your condition." Michael could see him making a coy grin as if he did know what was wrong with Michael, and as if he knew that Michael could not pass by that comment.

"Well get on with it, what is my condition?"

"You will learn in time, but for now you need to rest, regain your strength, and when I feel your time is ready, I shall call for you again." As this was said, the man slowing vanished as with all around him ending with a startling alarm. As Michael opened his eyes, he discovered that he had awoke in his bed. Deciding that it was only a dream he quickly went back to sleep.

Weeks went by and his dream had been forgotten. His pain, that he had for years, miraculously disappeared and was believed that a narcotic was the cause of its absence. As always, he went home after each soccer game through the woods that was his normal route from his team's soccer field. A half hour difference than taking a highway route, it seemed only normal to him passing through the woods. Then one night, after his Soccer game, he, once again, began to feel pain, yet unlike before nobody was in sight to report his pain and call for help. A tremendous amount of pain suddenly rushed through his whole body as if a bolt of lightning struck him in the heart. The pounding, grinding, pricking sensation in his chest was enormous. All the pain changed in direction and went towards his back. With a large and wallowing scream, his back began to enlarge, tearing his shirt. Like a heavenly God-sent creature, angelic wings emerged. As if all of his strength was stripped from his essence, he fell to the cold and wet ground.

A few minutes have passed until Michael could regain conscience. At this time he could hear a familiar voice howling in the wind. "Young Michael, your time has come, you may wake now," the familiar voice let out. "Michael, you must wake up, it is time to get up. Michael!-"

Michael startling awoke in his bed, hurrying to feel his back, and nothing was there.

Michael? Are you ok in there?"

"Huh?! Oh, yeah. Yeah mom I am ok.!" As the door opened Michael jolted to the bathroom closing the door behind him. He flipped the switch turning on the bathroom's lights. He turned towards the mirror on the wall seeking answers from his mind. Dumbfounded, he looked at his shoulder blades hoping to see some kind of scar, but in great disappointment he grabbed his robe hanging on the shower rod. He turned back to the mirror noticing a figure standing behind Michael. Michael's intuition told him that the shadowy figure was dangerous, but his conscious told him that he was not harmful. Eagerly, Michael asked for answers, but was sidetracked by nonsense spoken by the man in the brown cloak.

"All your questions, in time, will be answered, I promise you," said the figure. " Now you must train, time is of the essence."

"You still haven't --"

Being interrupted the man spoke. "I am who they call The Watcher. I have been watching you before your birth. I know more about you than your own parents."

"What do you mean, 'you know me more than my own parents' do?"

"I guess it is time for you to know, at least, about your existence." The Watcher then calmly said, "It all began when your resurrection occurred--"

"Resurrection?"

" Resurrection, the resurrection of holy Christ himself. 'When time becomes of essence' as it has now, the savior will resurrect as a mortal bringing peace throughout the land, punishing those who cause sins, cherishing those who do, or are, good," The Watcher, seemingly exited, but with calmness, " You are that resurrection, a descendant of Heaven. Though you are I am afraid to say NOT Christ himself that supposedly takes a mortal child's body as his soul's keeper. You are THE BEHOLDER. He has sent you, one of his best soldiers to protect Earth from its destruction. At this time, I, like the many other watchers, have sensed the birth of another, like you, he was reborn into a mortal's body, but from another kind. He came into this Earth a month before you. He does not know of you, or at least not yet. Nor did you know of him until now. He has gathered a group of highly respected people around the world readying themselves to take control over your planet, and God's beautiful creation Earth. His ultimate goal is what Christians and Catholics alike call DOOMSDAY. Though you have been living out your whole life as a mere mortal, it is time for you to take part in this foretelling event. Now that your initial training has been accomplished it is time for your final training. This is necessary to destroy his plans, sending him back to the pits of Hell from whence he came."

As his unspeakable words came out, the young boy knew for some reason that his destiny and fate was predetermined. "Though I feel that I always have felt as a pawn in some sort of big game, I never could have expected this. Not is a million years." He thought about it for a while, pacing himself in the bathroom whereby deciding his initial answer. "I am ready, I understand my destiny, my fate lies with you," Michael solemnly exclaimed.

That night, one by one his parents went to bed Michael slipped a note into their bedroom a few hours later. Nearing Three A.M. he finished packing up a few clothes when suddenly The Watcher appeared. "You will not need those for where you are going." The Watcher took the clothes out of Michael's hands placing them back onto the bed followed by a gesture mutually telling Michael to follow him into the center of the room. With a snap of his fingers the two vanished from the boy's room into a grassy meadow on top of a large hill surrounded by woods.

"Where are we?" Michael was then pointed towards the sun light off into the distance.

The sun began to rise, and Michael saw with his own eyes Heaven set off beyond the horizon. For some reason it seemed fake to him. The sun shined, but no heat was coming from it. In fact, he was right, it was fake, the Earth he saw was not the Earth he knew of.

"You are right you know." Michael turned to The Watcher giving him a questioning look, then turned back facing the place in front of him, smiling while he realized where he was. He was in a place that became known as Purgatory. The place where time has no meaning. People could only dream of seeing such a sight and living to tell about it, but for Michael this place could be seen and he would be able to speak of it. This place, where Heaven and Hell were to await the Dead and the fate deciding their predetermined destiny. Of to the side of the cliff was a never ending fall leading to Hell where as to the right, a set of golden beautiful gates awaited the good of mankind.

"I though that you were going to train me? Why are we here? I am not dead."

"No, of course you are not dead, you are very much alive as you were a few seconds ago"

"Then Why am I here?"

"Here is where you are to learn all forms of combat known on Earth, and even those of other creatures, alien races, and entities." With the Watcher's hand touching Michael's forehead, all the Knowledge passed on from every soul who had died with knowledge of any forms of combat. He saw other races, over millions of years coming together, struggling, striving on, and dying. In blink of an eye he saw everything possible to know. The Watcher, though he could interfere with time, was very cautious because he could very well alter "the future to come."

To Michael, he finally had a real reason for living. He knew why he was put there in the world and now he has accepted his fate: To protect Earth, keep it, and not allow Doomsday to occur was to be his final destiny.

Chapter Three

Jennifer would for the next ten years live out her life performing their painful experiments, tests and treatments. Then one day a group of scientists, whom Jennifer did not know, believing that they could have been part of a different level of the facility, discovered a strange problem persisting with Jennifer.

A group of these scientists had gathered speaking to one another in quick sporadic remarks, then soon after, went back to their duties returning back to inform each other again about their newly found discoveries. Then as the scientists grouped up again, her personal trainer and whom she could trust to be her so called "friend" walked in during a project operation. Two scientists whispered to him, then they took off and return with data filled sheets and graphs.

Not only did this young woman appear to have a vast intellect, she had much more to her than what the scientists could find. They became worried with their newly found discovery and stopped with the tests and experiments for a duration of one month allowing Jennifer to have much rest, but returned with all new tests that seemed like they were trying to find just one certain piece in a jigsaw puzzle.

After doing a regular morning workout, which ended with a ten mile run on the treadmill she, as usual, headed to the showers. A month before Jennifer's birthday, exactly ten years, three months, twenty-two days, since they entered her into this exhausting situation, she experienced a very different feeling; Her blood pressure rose high above the charts, and her heart beat raced in varied motions.

While making a routine check on Jennifer, a nurse came to her bathroom door calling for her to answer. Noticing that she did not reply the nurse opened he locked door with one of her keys. As she opened the door she discovered Jennifer laying on the floor appearing to b unconscious. A doctor hurried into her room, preparing for CPR. He was about to check her pulse when she suddenly grabbed his tie with her right hand pulling him towards her. In a splint second she hit him in the throat with her left palm. As he fell to the floor she jumped to her feet dashing towards the open door. The emergency alarm went off when security cameras spotted her escaping, and security guards ran all around searching for her. As prompted on the intercom system the security and all staff were to report all unusual activities. Along with this it was clearly stated that all doors should be checked, if locked then report it to the closest higher personnel and with backup to blockade it and knock it down. As a security personnel came to a locked door he called out for two other officers. They all wore their long hair back in ponytails covered by special vests padding their chest. On their shoulders they had pads covering the joints and wrist guards containing their com links and a data retrieval system. The one who had discovered the locked door took command of the shots. He ordered the other two to surround the door, with him on the left side, another on the right side while the third centered more to the right side. With a count of three the one on the right side kicked down the door allowing them to position themselves targeting all around the room. "Look there sir," one pointed out to a vent on the wall which have been penetrated. It was a janitors closet where a shelving unit surrounded the room containing bottles of different cleaners. On the right side was filled with brooms, vacuum cleaners, and a floor polisher with a stepladder laid next to the back wall leading to the opened vent. Knowing that their ventilation system could lead miles away from their facilities, all the security staff, military advisors, and scientists frantically searched the ventilation systems. Some would search by foot while others with surveillance cameras. Then after hours of searching a small unit found a vent broken apart in their sector. Upon this search outside of the facility, the fugitive had broken into an elevator where she then busted the outside control panel, disabling their access. While she was traveling up the elevator, the security guards, along with others who had taken the stairs, went in search for her. Waiting for her arrival the security readied their weapons at the elevator entrance. The door finally opened with her not inside it. What they did not know is that she had escaped though an vent inside the elevator shaft leading to a sewage drain. The tired and hungry Jennifer walked in the water, hindering her predators' ability to track her. She came to a bright outlet where she broke open a rusted fence surrounding the sewage drain.

After hours of wandering Jennifer came upon a road. She stood in the middle of the road as a semi with an elderly gentleman at the wheel came by. It was a red cabbed, white trimmed, semi and a dirty white dented trailer. He opened the passenger side door and reached out to help her up. She took hold of his right hand an grabbed hold of the side of the cab wall with her left hand pulling herself up into the cab. The semi, which pulled off to the side of the road, made a left turn back onto the road. As they pulled off he gave her some food that was cold and stale, but edible. With a smile on her face she ate it as if she had never had such a good mean in ages. She had realized her abilities, and the qualities that the government was looking for which she possessed.

The roar of helicopters spread across the facility's compound. A silhouette of a person was looking off the rooftop of one of the offices inside the compound. Another person approached it with news. At this time the two dark figures were given light as a nearby helicopter flew by.

"Sir!" an officer yelled out, trying to overcome the chopping sound of the above helicopter blades.

"What is it, Major?" he stated. A cold-hearted tone in his voice began to rage over the vast sound of chopper blades flying by.

"Jennifer is nowhere to be found." Micah's eyes began to glow with a yellowy pigment as the major kept talking. "As I was saying, we believe that she escaped through a vent leading into a sewer drain just east of here. As for where she is located now, we are afraid to say -"

"Never mind this nonsense! I want her back as soon as possible and I am willing to go to all four corners of the Earth to find her!" As he hollered at his subordinate, Micah turned, pointing at him as his face changed into a demonic appearance never before seen.

Minutes passed since Jennifer escaped the facility and most of the time had not said a word to the driver. Then when she was about to dose off the elderly gentleman spoke. "Where you off to little lady?" Jennifer, who was covered up in the driver's plaid jacket and an extra blanket he kept in the back in case of emergencies on the highway, was on her way back to her homeland. "New York City," she happily vocalized. She knew that she must have said something wrong when the driver's eyes widened and quickly looked away in surprise. He tilted his head a little to the right, made an questioning and yet dumbfounded look on his face.

"What's wrong," Jennifer provoked.

"Nothing, I'm sorry. I just was shocked to hear you say New York City, that's all." Jennifer made a quick and simple gesture as her voice made a "huh" sound. To Jennifer, him being shocked was baffling to hear from him. Maybe, she thought. Maybe he is unfamiliar to that area. I mean, maybe he was not from New York, so that could explain why he was a little shocked to hear me say that. Maybe it was because I am not in New York and instead in another state, or even another country? This man was talking as if we were not even close to the place, my home, my - "Are you okay? You look a little sick over there, you better not get sick in here. This here is brand new leather seats. Here take this." He handed her his hat, which he was wearing. The hat was white with red trim and a red bill. There were sweat stains along the inside trim and fingerprints made up of dirt in the bill. " I'm okay." Jennifer pushed the hat away from her where he then shoved it back at her. "Really, I'm fine thank you." With that, he put his sweaty cap back on his head and began a new conversation as if that quarrel did not even happen. Each time he talked, he made hand gestures while driving the semi. This time he spoke about how he lost his wife and children two years ago.

They came to a toll booth where Jennifer crawled in the back once she saw that there were cops up ahead. The cop came up to the cab asking for the driver to open his window.

"Good day sir. May I ask how many people are riding in your cab today?"

The driver then quickly, but calmly responded " None I'm afraid. Though I wish that I would have myself somebody to talk to I do not. I --" The officer interrupted him seeing how he was not getting anywhere with him. The officer pulled out a picture of Jennifer and asked him whether or not he had seen her. "I once again am afraid of saying this, I am but only a lonely soul hoping to rediscover love." Before the man could say another word, the officer pardoned the driver to get on his way. Once the officer slipped down into his car, he moved out of the way allowing access to the toll booth. The semi pulled up to the weight checkpoint whereby the driver turning off the ignition, got out of the cab taking his schedule up to the office. He soon returned turning his engin back on closing the door behind him.

Once they had cleared the toll area regaining speed he returned to his 'one person conversation' with Jennifer. "As I was saying, I lost my wife and children of two about two years ago when they came to my town and killed everybody off during their rampage." He then continued on with his story, while Jennifer, who was daydreaming of going home seeing her father once again, would make small comments such as "um yeah, sure, of course, etc." ensuring that the driver was thinking that she was listening to what he was saying. He went off talking about how strange it was finding her in the middle of the forest on a deserted road known only to a few truckers who travel to exclusive military and top secret government bases, or so he was told. According to what he said, "people who travel on these roads must know a lot about our top secret missions oversees." As he changed topics several times trying to keep her listening, she finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

An hour went by till Jennifer began to dream. Unlike her usual dreams about her past, which took place ten years in the facility about tests she performed, she had a quite different experience. She felt as if an angel was watching her from the above skies and that she was placed into a battle, much like a pawn in a chess game, to attack and be destroyed by an much better opponent. At first, the angelic creatures were winning, then as the battle came to an end, the demonic creatures strategically captured them killing them off one by one. The light, once covering the ground around her, became complete darkness, which then surrounded her, engulfed her body, then sent her into a perilous and never ending free fall. Her body, soon after, turned facing what is to be perceived as down, a small speck of light began to enlarge until she could see that it was a cold and solid ground lining with hideous creatures and demons waiting for her. As the ground got closer and closer, the creatures and demons began to reach out for her body. Then, as her feet came close enough for the demonic creatures to touch her with their fingertips, she curled up and closed her eyes disabling her vision of doom.

Overlooking Earth in Purgatory, Michael waited for his mentor's guidance. Though the assured Michael - the now Beholder - was to take on the demonic beings, he yet did not fully know his full powers toward them. His enemy was not just a mortal born, nor just a demon, but Lucifer's first kin of blood-hood. As with Hell and Heaven, in Purgatory, time had no meaning. What could feel like seconds could have been years, or even longer. This was Michael's only defeat; He, though it had only felt like minutes to him, could have been there hours, if not weeks, months, or even years. In a place where time did not matter, Michael felt pressured. He knew that Micah, his arch rival, could have built a vast empire in the amount of time Michael was gone causing him to be greatly outnumbered. To Michael, every fraction of a second lost in Purgatory would decrease his chances in saving all of humanity. If he was to stop a "soon to become" Doomsday, then he would have to come up with some very clever ideas before it is too late.

To think, I was just a mere mortal only a few hours ago, he thought. Now a vengeance upon the land. He could not risk others of becoming hurt, at least that was what his intentions were. Seen in a split second through his right eye, a town, at least it seemed to once be a town was covered with darkness. It was daylight, yet the town appeared as if a dark cloud covered it as if were a sin. It seemed as if Michael was coming closer and closer to his endpoint. Hope seemed to be lost, his will kept him searching for the possibilities that there were still people alive. Frantically he lit down to a nearby city, running amok. With a distorted voice, barely loud enough for normal people to hear, a person cries out. He follows it. It was like a maze, the echo kept changing directions on him, or at least he thought. His heart pounded, he came to an pile of bent-up scrap metal. a building that once existed there. Quickly he moved away the pieces, one by one, and the voice grew louder, but lower in tone. He could see a arm, then a shoulder. Lastly he saw a head, it was a little young woman that seemed to be about eight years old.

Faintly she looked into his mask, " are you my guardian angel?"

From that very moment the heart in which Michael pertained collapsed with sorrow. As he replied, " yes my child, I am---" she has gasped her last breath.

He gathered her up and took her to a nearby flat area. With his heart set into it, he had put her to her last resting place, a hole with stones covering it. He looked up with digressing and yelled outward to the world. It was not until now that he saw his first death, though he did not cause it, he felt as if he did.

Chapter Four

Just a few miles north of Interstate 90, The elderly gentleman pulled off into a gas station. He told Jennifer while he was getting gas and that she could walk around outside till he was done. She indulged herself by jumping out of the cab stretching beside it. The elderly man came around handing her some cash.

"What's this?" Jennifer exclaimed pointing at the eighteen dollars in his hand.

"Its for food. Now go along and buy something with it."

She knew that he was not going to let her give it back, so he happily went into the station to get some snacks. For the few days that they drove, she felt repressed, and angered at the facilities that tested her. Something felt different from what she had remembered. Without counting the fact that she had never been on this highway, nor at this station, the place seemed to be almost alien. It appeared deserted. A few people in the station, but not what she had expected. It was not the fact that they were deformed, but more the fact on how they reacted when she went inside. The structure itself was run down, and it was not giving her a friendly feeling.

Entering the station, she could sense that they were not happy with her being there so she quickly approached the counter.

She approached a scruffy, tall, well built man behind the counter. Scared, Jennifer nervously spoke. "Um, Hello. Sir, do you have anything to eat?"

"Do you see anything here to eat?" The man behind the counter then turned back around reading a torn copy of Moby Dick.

"Well no actually, but --"

"Then I guess you answered your own question now didn't yeah?"

Jennifer, without warning, quickly leaned over the counter grabbing hold of his shirt pulling him closer. With a eager look she then said "I will ask you again, do you have any food in here?!"

"I told you --"

"Do not tempt me, or else --"

"Or else what?"

"Or else this!" At this time Jennifer lifted him over the counter throwing him against a small display knocking it over revealing a hidden food supply.

A Couple of people sitting down in a table quickly stood up in awe of her strength. Jennifer, after releasing her anger out on an innocent victim helped the man to his feet.

"I, I am so --"

"Its okay. Really I am fine, but my shirt, on the other hand isn't."

"Here, take it. This is all I have, it is yours if you want it." Jennifer then handed him her eighteen dollars, which she had been given to by the elderly man.

The man generously took the money whereby telling the others to sit back down. "So What's your name?"

Jennifer, who was quite shocked to hear him ask that, seeing how he was just thrown from the counter questionably replied. "Jennifer, why?"

"Well Jennifer, I am quite impressed in how you threw me like that. If you could tell me I would like to hear how you did it."

She gave him a quirky smile, then responded. "Maybe another time perhaps, right now I must get back to my ride."

"Ride? What ride?"

She quickly turned around watching the semi pull out of the station. Shoving the door open, she then began to run after the semi realizing that he was too far away from her to catch him. "Shit! Now what am I supposed to do." She kicked a nearby rock, which hurled at a broken down wheelless 1999 Chevy truck. After ten years, it was the first time she had "broken down" and crying.

A few minutes later, the man from behind the counter came outside sitting next to her along the dirt. " Is there anything I could do for you?"

She stopped crying, wiping the tears away and said "Well I am trying to go home."

"Oh? Well is it far from here?"

"It depends."

"On What?"

"Well, do you happen to know where I might be?"

"Why? Do you not know?"

With a questioning look, " Well, a matter of fact, No."Jennifer replied.

Astonishingly, the other stranger exclaimed, " You're in New York City." It was this that could have left her here to die. A city which once strived with great potential, now only existed as rubble. It was if a nuclear bomb had exploded point-blank in Manhattan. Though this conclusion seemed reasonable, it was not the answer.

"How on Earth did this happen?"

The other two Americans joined them outside with one beginning to tell her.

" It, well we are not too sure but I guess I can surely as Hell try. It happened about a year ago, I think because that is when my wife died. Anyway it was a year or so ago, I was at my wife's funeral. As I had cursed the Heavens, a large crackle was heard by all. I thought that it was God giving me a scorn, but it was not. Well a few hours had passed and I appeared in a pub, Irish, go figure. As it, the time, went on, I thought that it came night time, I looked at my watch, it said three P.M.. I hit it against the table thinking it was broke. I looked at one end of the room, but their clock had also said three P.M.. Suddenly a shock, or shatter hit me. Glasses started falling off the shelves, people stumbling about in panic. I ran outside and saw an unearthly thing. A cloud had covered and blocked out the sun. The cloud appeared to look like a figure of someone, something. Quickly it vanished and burning rain came down from the cloud. I hurried back inside, grabbed another bottle of beer and drank myself clean."

He could not recall what had else happened that day, only to know that when he had woken up, he was in a shelter. It was the other who dragged him into a shelter. The other spoke of a vast earthquake that took out what was left of New York. It was this that left New York in what appeared now.

Suddenly a sound clearly stated across the land.

"Quickly!" one of the people said, "we cannot let them catch us or --" that very instant a shot hit him in the chest. He was gone in a blink of an eye. They ran to safety, or what the two Americans knew of. They took her to a little groove that they pried open, slipped down into, and vanished without a trace. It was one of the many sewer drains hidden below the vanished city. They followed it for hours, or so it seemed. They ended their long walk by coming to a door. One of them knocked on the door three times, then a pause, again, pauses, and six times again. The door sprang open and closed quickly behind them. It was a small band of people in hiding, from what, Jennifer could not tell. The full story was to be learned by their leader. He was a tall, slender, and elegant man that had a frightened look in his eye. He was "not afraid of anything" so he said. There was something about him that caught Jennifer's eye. Escaping the idea that he was very attractive, which never passed through her mind, he had a peculiar appearance.

The passing of time was obvious to see. These people helped each other, and gathered when the "leader" made an announcement. It was almost as if he were a preacher, or a minister of some sort. He spoke of religious meanings, kept hope in their eyes. At times he spoke in which seemed to have a second meaning. His intentions were truly remarkable. The preacher never spoke of evil, but only enlightenment.

All men, women, and child shall live and grow up in a better society. They shall prosper among the rest as one. Their thoughts and ideas shall not let others feel as if they are unequal. It is time to make right toward wrong, change all that exists today for the better of our future.

This came almost repetitive when he spoke. Once he would finish, they would solemnly clap and walk away. He would then go back from his stand, and vanish in the sewer caves.

After an immense performance in his speech, Jennifer followed him into the sewers. A light glistened into the darkness. It kept getting further away. Jennifer hurried herself, walking quicker and quicker whereby coming to a dead-end. Reassuring herself that he had come through this area, she looked closely at the edges of the blocks. Finally she noticed that it, the whole wall was not connected to the sides. Jennifer pushed one side of the wall, except it did not budge. She took a few steps backwards and tried again, nothing. She noticed something when she went back a few feet, a hole in the wall. It was just enough for a hand to fit in it. She put her hand in it and felt some form of a lever. She pulled on it, the wall opened and she quickly went on through. It was simply amazing she thought. A whole underground spring with a garden of exotic flowers and trees.

She was startled upon hearing a voice. " Do you like it?" an echo ran through the garden.

" Who, who is this? Is this the leader? If so, I wish to see you face to face," she said to have her heart racing abruptly and farcically.

He came out from behind a few bushes that towered to the ceiling. "Does this please you better?"

"Yes, thank you." Her breathing patterns resumed back to normal as she listened to what he had to say.

"I have been watching you for some time now Jennifer. I see that you are not here to cause harm, but you are here out of curiosity." He calmly stated, "am I right?"

She nodded her head and said with a calmer tone "I have to say, you got it made here, I mean underground that is. Though I am wondering, why are you down here with all these people"

He interrupted her before she could get another word out of her. "I was sent here to guide them. I, like many others, am trying to bring hope to them. I inspire them to live, and tell them that everything will be alright."

"Your meaning is very powerful, but it seems like you're some kind of a cult leader. No offence, I have enjoyed haring your preaches, but you do not seem like an actual preacher."

"Well to tell you the truth, I am not a preacher, in fact, I do not even belong to a church."

"Yet you preach God's words, his inspirations, and you even speak The Words of God, such as passages in the Bible, in your assemblies."

"I do not believe in the Church. All my life I have believed that God is with us all, no matter where you are, or whether you attend a church. He will know if one is good at heart, or pure evil. At this time, they do not need to worry about their future. When the time comes, I will tell them."

Jennifer was puzzled by his last statement. She did not understand why he said it, though she knew it dealt with the world above. "What is happening up there, the world above?"

"For the last ten or so years a man by the name of Micah has been building a very large army plundering city by city becoming more powerful by the minute. His ideas for Earth's future are inevitable. He wishes to take over the world, much like Hitler did during the first two World Wars. Though Hitler failed in both, Micah has succeeded him by ten times that amount. Where Hitler failed in his battles, Micah has won."

Before Jennifer could say anything, she did know him. Not as the dictator he cam to be, but as the man head of the facility where she had escaped. Frustrated, she continued on with her question. "Why hasn't the United Nations stopped him long ago?"

"They tried, many times actually, but somehow Micah persuaded them to agree."

"What a minute, but there were created to stop anything like this from happening again."

"That is true, but Micah had secret agents working under the United Nations, whom then turned the United Nations' council one by one against themselves."

"Why didn't the countries of the world decide to do anything?"

" Well at first, they took his treats humorously. Then, when he became much more powerful, too powerful, the countries did take him seriously."

"Then what?" Jennifer Asked.

"Well Micah's army has taken over most of Europe, as with Asia. When he began, he would take only the smallest countries of the world. This became a large joke over here in the Unites States."

"Why did that become a joke. If it were me, I would be taking him much more serious."

"Well that is just the opposite of what happened. The Unites States had declared that they wanted no part in foreign affairs when after Saddam Hussein attempted to take over Iran again who then commanded that our forces should leave or he would cut off all oil supply to us. After suffering from a nearby depression, the troops backed off returning home allowing Micah a small gap to begin his reign. Once this happened, the United States became less and less involved with the United Nations enabling Micah to dictate a small empire."

"What happened to my home, my sanctuary? What actually happened to New York?"

"Well, from what I gathered, Micah joined forces with some of the most powerful leaders of the world uniting a once small empire to an extremely large empire. Since the United States could not depend on its oil trade, they suffered in great amounts throughout the rest of the country. When oil was accessible, the country readied itself for war. The economy came to its heights and work was available. Micah disabled some of their most advanced spy satellites disabling us to see them advancing in the world. We sent over human spies, which, for a while, was the only way of knowing what secret plans they were coming up with, until Micah discovered them who then declared war upon us. He sent out his best fleet in both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans towards the United States. Though we suffered immensely, we did actually win with the help of our European Allies. As for New York City, it was struck by Naval ships and by his air force. Since then, about five years ago, they have been living here underground within the miles of sewer lines and drains."

"Is there any way of knowing whether or not other people are still alive after the third World War?"

"If there are people who are still out there and do not have any participation in his Army of Darkness, they too would be in hiding. As for how many, I do not know for sure." Before Jennifer could spirt out another word, he then spoke again. "all your other questions will be answered in time, but first it is late, and you must sleep. I will tell you another time. Goodnight Jennifer."

As he walk away she called out to him as she ran to catch up. "Wait up! You never even gave me your name."

With that, he turned facing her and said, "I am Michael."

Time appeared to have stopped for minutes upon minutes. That single phrase shaped a new question. At this time it was the least of her worries. She still wished to know about the involvement with the destructions up above ground, but she was not ready to nudge on with her questions. She studied him while he would go about the caves. She did not wish to bother him, but rather become more knowledgeable about his intentions.

Chapter Five

It was a Sunday, as Jennifer arose from her slumber, she heard a big commotion brewing up in the "ceremonial" hall. People were whimpering around rumors about Michael not attending the weekly prayer. As if they were lost like a needle in a hay stack, they stood around dumbfounded asking the same question over and over. They were not ignorant people, in fact, some were once lawyers, doctors, and even wealthy businessmen. They were just use to attending their church-like mass. Like most churches, they held a Sunday mass. After a while, they all had left with a sense of emptiness.

Once Jennifer had realized that Michael was not showing, she rushed away, toward the tunnels where Michael first disappeared. She searched the wall for the little opening pulling the little lever. Without having the wall fully open, she hurried though it calling out for him, but there was no answer. As the wall closed behind her, she ran around the underground garden searching for Michael. Still with spirit, she left the garden returning to the ceremonial hallway Hoping to find Michael wandering around.

As days turned into weeks, the people began to lose hope and started to depart from others within the group. They still had their will, their strength, and health, but no leader. Their belief in God became a mere memory. They began to wonder whether they did have a future, or would Micah discover their hiding place and kill them all off.

Cities upon cities now being taken over by Marshall Law that states that in any time that federal control is unable to pursue their duties, then the Army shall take over the duties. Quickly they move in, positioning themselves at every exit of the city, blocking off anyone arriving and leaving the city. Officials were taking advantage of this state of emergency by entrapping the civilians within shelters; All of which is legal. Anyone who wishes to leave the shelters can, and will, be forced back, and possibly shot if they uphold the law.

Destruction of these cities is great. The phenomenal impact with millions of lives taken by the earth shattering shock collapsed the United States to a powerless nation. Each city is just like the other, structures in ruins, peoples that survived collected and put into "safety shelters," which meant that they were prisoners of their own city. Every law and constitutional right is extinct while corruption is uprising.

The United States Army did not control the cities, in fact, the United States do not even exist anymore, but were only controlled by those who rose into power. Not since the Medieval times has Monarchy been at its heights. The battle between Monarchy and Dictatorship rage on into chaos. People began working for these "rulers" as like peasants working in a village. Only the strongest will would survive under these conditions.

It was a Friday, a loud low-pitched whistle went off, and it came from the Ceremonial Hall. People hurried over to see what was happening. A shadow appeared in the background as if it penetrates the wall behind. The figure appeared to have much to say on how the way he presented himself to the stand. It was a much different tone, more serious and more emotion to it at a melancholy pitch.

"My people, I have left this place with you behind with no guidance, I am sorry. For it has been said, and I have my approval to begin my reign upon the evil that stands. I have gotten word, the powerful nation that you knew of ceases to exist. Corruption, greed, and death now reek upon this land. The government, your government, has deceived you. Within the system there were many people, including very high officials that were awaiting this moment. I have been above ground. I know now that there are others, like yourselves in hiding with also a sense of lost hope. I know that you are afraid, and I am very sorry for your losses. Little by little we can take back what is ours, before it is too late. If you are with me, then prepare yourselves. If you are not, then stand by and watch as your future crumble."

Michael backed away and left to his underground paradise. With this decisive moment, the happiness that once ran now has stopped. The acknowledgment of their powerful nation now in ruins brought much grief and with it came the cease of what was left of their hope.

Time had passed, seven weeks to be exact, and Michael rarely spoke at the weekly conferences. When he did, his voice was numb, almost speechless in every sentence as if he had been in battle. Nobody knew what he did within each conference time, but only rumors spread about. Sunday, in April, he came mysteriously to Jennifer near the dawning of daybreak.

" Jennifer, awake," he clearly stated, then said, "It is time." At this time, Jennifer awoke with much alertness. Without an answer, nor a nod, she followed him. He began to tell her about Earth's creation, its near destruction, and the future to come. She could tell that he was very serious about what he was saying, even though she did not fully understand what he meant by it, she did trust him. They passed by some familiar tunnels, but quickly turned into ones that she had never seen. Zigzagging, right, left, then back again, through the tunnels became like a maze. Finally they came to an opening, an outlet sewer drain. Michael lifted a screen covering the outlet whereby turning around and helped pull her through it bringing her to the top of a hill beneath, which the outlet was. It was astonishing, for months she had never seen the light of day, and in a long time she has not even seen the sun rise. With a calm and gentle voice Michael stated, "I have seen many sunsets over the years. I have watched them rise, but I have never seen the Earth withstand the impact that it has received these past couple of months."

Jennifer's reaction, though not spoken, was motionless. As Michael's statements replayed through Jennifer's head, a memory sprouted into Jennifer's mind. A memory had never occurred to her at the time when she was in the facilities, but now it had made perfect sense. During her presence at the government facility, while being tested, she over heard a General about a top-secret project that an unknown source gave to them. Her questions, those that she has been keeping to herself, all became much clearer. Her every detail was fitted into another piece of the puzzle. She now knew why she was there, why they brought her there, and why she never left the tunnels. The importance of her information was at the best of her knowledge to inform the only one she began to trust; The only one that would accept her knowledge to be truthful, but at this time, the vitality of her information seemed meaningless because what had happened already occurred.

"I have been keeping a secret from everybody, including you." He claimed with an guilty look. As he looked off into the sky he continued with a somewhat comforting expression upon his face. "For all the times that I have missed speaking at the weekly conferences, I have been above ground."

"I was in the background overhearing your speech. I heard you already state that you were speaking to others."

"Yes, but --" Michael stopped before he said another word. What he was wanting to say would sound like he was betraying his 'people,' which was not his intentions. Jennifer waited for him to continue, and she became impatient. She knew that he was hiding much more and was hoping that he was ready to tell her. He did not even have to look at Jennifer to know what was on her mind. Michael then took a deep breath. At this time he looked to her, who had her back facing him, looking off into the eastern sky. "I have been traveling to great distances in trying to steak out the land. Time is running out and I soon cannot stay there in the tunnels." Jennifer quickly turned her head facing his face with an astonishing look.

"I do not understand, why must you leave them?"

"I cannot leave yet, not until I have completed my duties here."

"Duties? What 'duties' must you preform? To send those innocent people to their death?!"

Michael turned away from her. "You do not understand."

Jennifer resented his remark. She, with a disgusting look on her face, questioned him. "You bring me up here, tell me that you are leaving, and you don't even tell me why you are here. I find that a little bizarre , don't you?"

"How on Earth do you find that bizarre?"

"Well for starters, out of nowhere you came here during a time when they 'needed' you the most. When I first knew your name, I went off doing my own reference about you. What I found was quite intriguing. Using a special chemical I batched up in my quarters, I took a fingerprint from the podium at which you stand at when giving your speeches. I took this to a government records data base stolen by one of the civilians and had them analyze it discovering a man behind a man. It appears that our little 'preacher' isn't all that perfect. I was wondering, not to pry into your life too much, but what is this all about you being hospitalized numerous occasions for severe back pain. Though, oddly enough, the results from the tests provided no evidence of any injuries. How can you explain this?"

"What does this have to do with anything I am doing now?"

"Well let me think, you went into a hospital claiming that you are in dying need of medicine. They then give you the medicine, and you then claim that you need a higher dosage. When the dosage had climbed to its recommended peek, you became hallucinated seeing 'angels' at night who would take you off to Heaven and speak to you about Earth's future. Then a few weeks later, you ran away from home leaving your parents questing in a never ending search. After a year of searching the state Marshall declared the young Michael John Bethal dead."

Being in total shock at what she found about him, Michael was bewildered. "What now? What is it that you want from me?"

" All I want is the truth."

"You mean to tell me that you do not want anything in return?"

"Yes, the truth and that is it. No more ' I will tell you in time' deals, I want you to tell me now"

"Jennifer, you have asked me a simple and yet not easily answerable question. What you are about to hear might startle you."

"I think that I can take it." She was right, she could take what ever he could dish out. In fact, she could probably take on anything he threw at her.

" The Universe was created millions of years ago." He then continued by quoting The Bible:

"In the beginning God created heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness."

-Genesis 1: 1-4

After such he went on speaking about The Revelations of St. John the Devine. What he was implying was known to her since her father was a presbyterian, even though she had never once went to a church before in her life.

Jennifer kindly interrupted. " I am sorry, but why are you preaching to me? Not to offend you, but why do you tell this to me, I can just listen in to your preaches at the meetings."

" Jennifer, I know too much and am trying to make this world livable again. Everything from what I have preached, even what I have just spoken to you about, all deals with Earth's future. I am trying to prepare them for what their about to embrace. I want them to know that no matter what happens, they will all have God by their side."

"Yes, but how is the words of The Bible going to help them now?"

"It gives them inspiration and will guide them through their journeys. It speaks about the future and everything to come. It clearly states that a man will one day resurrect bringing darkness to the land, and one who will bring light, who will then destroy the darkness. I was brought here for a reason, a reason that I did not understand until now." From that sentence she calmed down, but was insisted to know what he meant. They stayed there looking off into the eastern sky until the stars began to shine above. A few minutes pass midnight Jennifer went back inside. Michael became depressed and frustrated with himself; his intentions were not met and now he had to correct them in order to make them right. Michael stood there that night watching for the Sun to rise again. According to his calculations, using the position of the Sun and the moon, the time was about five A.M.

Chapter Six

The next morning, it was time to begin his ascension. Time has run short and now beginning the training was vital. As Jennifer awoke, she came upon a note left next to her pillow. Eagerly, she opened it up discovering that it was a hand-drawn map routing out the tunnels with an X at the top left corner of the map signed by Michael. From her position a thin line connected the X to where she was positioned. She hurried down the twisting tunnels until she came to a dead-end. About five feet back away from the dead end was a ladder that ascended to the top of the tunnel onto a grated platform. She climbed up the ladder following the platform to a steel rusted door. She turned the rusted knob and gazed in, paying no attention to the flakes of rust marks on her right hand.

As the creaking door swung back, her mouth dropped in awe. Her eyes were lit up like she had never seen such an amazing place. Looking off from the grated platform inside the door, she saw a gigantic room filled with equipment. Off in the back right corner was a jungle gym that went to the ceiling. Several different heights of crates circled the room each having certain athletic abilities' events on them with tight ropes stretched across each end of the room. In the center was a floor with mats on them for tumbling. In the left corner laid a pool that crossed under a wall that lead into another room where it emptied into a larger squared pool.

"I sensed that you have something to tell me," he said coming out of a darkened corner.

" I do. I-I cannot just believe what I am seeing," She said with such passion. " Nor can I understand how all this got here."

He came closer to her. " This enlarged room you see has always been here. This use to be a underground training facility built by a wealthy businessman who died during the third World War. The only difference from when it was built was that I had put in some extra obstacles. It has been too long since it was last used and now it is time to use it again. I have a proposition for you."

With a curiosity look, she turned around, "Oh? What might your proposition be?"

" For about a couple years, as I previously said, I have been watching you. Though it is hard to believe, I know everything about you, and your kind. It was --"

" My kind? It sounds like you are implying that I am not of this Earth. Surely you do mean otherwise, don't you?"

"As strange as it seams, I wish to beg different. You come from a long line of people who date back far beyond Earth's written history. Truthfully, you do not even come from this planet, or at least your kind did not anyway. You see Jennifer, your name, Yenidic, was not originated in Asia, as you might have been told. As far as ancestry, or at least Earth ancestry, you originated from Egypt. Before that your kind, whom were called Yenidics, named after their home world, left their planet when devastating wars raged between two races, one being the Yenidic race, and the other called Kir-Shawj. After they came to Earth, they had to live out their lives during a very primitive time. A few thousands of years later, the race, once known as the Yenidics, ceased to exist."

Jennifer, in disbelief then asked a quite unexplainable question, or so she thought. "Explain me this, if a race that came to Earth does not exist at his present time, then how can I be of that race?"

Stumped, Michael quickly gathered the answers and answered her. This time, even though his first explanation was farfetched, was un heard of, even to her being a scientist. This time she became more and more wiry about his "facts" since what he was asking her to believe was like her believing a child telling outlandish stories. Then he said something that caught her attention. "When you were found, he insisted on bringing you back to him. Now after your escape he is willing to take everything he has and give it all up."

Jennifer knew who he was talking about, even if he did not state his name. Her mind was telling her that he was lying, but her intuitions told her different. Somehow she knew that she had never belonged in her childhood environment. She was afraid to acknowledge it to anyone in fear that they would take her light-heartedly. She did not even resemble anybody in her family. Her mother was the closest person that she could identify with, but even then she still did not see herself in her mother.

Michael, knowing that she now did comprehend everything about herself, every 'piece of the puzzle' fell right into place now. As for the rest of the truth, who he felt trustworthy of telling, he spoke more swiftly. "It was troubling to the 'others' including me about your incident where they took you into government control. Once you had escaped, we sent a receiver to take you to the point where you are now. It was the two people that you met to bring you to me. Now that you are here, it is time that your training shall begin for the ascent."

His last word came to a moment of time that appeared to stop for a few seconds. Jennifer then awakened from the daze and realized that he was asking her to believe everything that he was stating. She noticed that he had never answered her question and replied, "Though you are telling me this, the question that I had asked has never been answered, and now I would like to know what you meant by the others."

"The proposition is what I am speaking of. The others, whom you are referring to, are my guides, and my lord above me. I was chosen out of thousands of others to be ascended as a mortal and to search for the other and destroy him before he would become too powerful. I have failed to do so, and with it he has destroyed the Earth to its worthless state. He has only begun his "Armageddon" of his final Dooms Day plan. The others and I have been discussing what I shall do and with it they brought you to me. I was not as giving into your help until I had seen your abilities of which you are unaware. Time has run out and I am asking for your help. Though you are strong, you need to continue building your strength in order to help me upon my ascend against the other called Micah."

" I shall try, and if not try, I shall do," She bravely stated. " I am still wondering why me? Why a I so special to you?"

"I Michael have seen Earth's future from above. I have watched it shatter into a million pieces and I know what will happen if we do not stop him. I have been alive for thousands of years living in Heaven. When called upon, I came to Earth reborn into a mortal's womb. I walked among humans for eighteen years till I was finally brought back up to Heaven. I was given the sight of creation and death. I was taught by my guide to be a warrior from which I came. I was shown the ways of millions of God's creations and how they strived on with their lives unknowing about their future. When I returned to Earth, I was sent to New York City, or at least what was left of it. I was not ready for it, I was too young and they did not see that up above. I say my first death, even though I did not cause it, I was greatly impacted by it. Since that day I vowed to seek revenge upon the man who did this, who later would destroy all of God's beautiful creation. You, Jennifer of the Yenidic clan, the last of your race, were chosen above to be my apprentice. They gave me the insight and I failed them. They told me exactly what to do and I rebelled. For this, I have taken under great pressure and undertook a punishment sentenced by the Lord himself. I was sentenced back as a mortal, not for good, just until I have decided to work under His command. I have had plenty of time to work out what I was sent to do. I hope that you will soon learn how valuable your help is." He became much prouder knowing that she accepted his offer. "For this shall be the day of rebirth. We must begin at once."

Though he had wished to begin her training straight at the time of her arrival, he could not. Now months behind, the training is shortened to his original expectations. Surprisingly she can do everything he asked of her to do. They would not rest until she could succeed further and further in training until he had felt that she was ready. They began at 5:00 A.M. each morning and start with a 20-lap swim. Next, to the Jungle Gym where she would climb to the top and cross the Monkey bars with a pull-up at each bar. Each time he would push her harder and harder to a point where she surpassed any normal human's abilities. Seeing how much she could overcome, he continued on with more tests whereby bedazzled to see that she had no problems accomplishing them. Lunch would then come with as much food as he felt that she needed, but no more. After eating they would do some tumbling exercises to build better reflexes and perfect her coordination to the second. From all his knowledge given to him by his mentor, they would practice multiple fighting styles and techniques, along with sword offence-fencing, battle strikes and defense. After learning hundreds of different combat, she knew of several different races and counting. Finally after two months of exhausting training, she was ready. What would take a normal human a hundred years of training took only a few weeks.

During the spring and summer months half way across the globe, Michael's "other" has been enlarging his Empire. Those who were left from the devastation had a choice; Serve his army and live, or deny his proposition and die. He had gained thousands of souls for his army and is continuing his search for more. He was extending his army into the former United States of America. He had gain much support in the government with insiders who would release top secret information to "move up" in his political status. The troops, who many dubbed them "Destroyers," would spread all over the seven continents gaining more and more souls each day for his army.

Though governments and society as a whole were demolished, those who were still around fought back with resistance against him and his army, but in doing so have gained nothing but failure. He began his first pact with the former United States government long before his annihilated event came. This pact caused a new change in the government. The government may be by the people and for the people, but for them, the individuals who worked for the government were the ones profiting from it. He never went for himself to deliver his message to his officials, but rather have messengers do it for him. The messengers did not even know what he looked like, but it was rumored that he was a great power in political status. Nobody knew even where he worked from, and this led to speculations of his trust and true existence. Other rumors spread about him being a Nazi who descended from Adolf Hitler who would take his place at the right time and conquer the world. He was the most talked about person in his army, but that did not lead them to believe that they could rise and take down his empire in rebellion. Of all of these rumors, only one was true, but to which one is the question.

2022:08:24

The weather was warm and wet causing a fog to cover the ground. It was dawn and the time has come to begin the ascend. The training was over and taking back what was morally right is now essential. They would not have done so if it were not the essence that has created this deleterious event. Michael has waited out his whole life for his destiny that awaited. As they walked away from their momentarily home they became depressed and proud at the same time.

Looking back, Jennifer remembered how her whole life was before she was taken into the government facility. Though her inner instincts would tell her that she was about to enter into a deathly event, she would try to look the other way as if she was shunning herself from her future. Her only regret was that she never had a normal life and knew that she will never have one. On the other hand was Michael, the noble and sincere mystical knight going into battle not knowing whether he will survive. His armor's gold luster reflected from the moon's light looked as if he was an angel. Foretelling the future to come was clouded with blurriness since they were about to rewrite history. They knew that Micah, along with his destroyers, was beginning his march near New York in order to take control over the coastal cities and work their way inward. This was their advantage in the fact that they for one are on native soil, and two, they would still have room to fallback on.

Earlier, during her training, Jennifer perfected herself with the sword. The long sleekness to it and the sensation she got striking the cold hard steel with another blade made her feel a sense of exhilarating power. She came fond of it not only because of its power, but for what it meant. Being a fan of the Medieval Times, she ha always found a passion for the long sword. As a gift, only a few days prior to her last session, Michael gave her a sword inspired by the Medieval Times. Handcrafted by a medieval blacksmith with carved decorations on the handle brought Jennifer to tears. Not because it was an authentic tenth century sword, but because she had not had a birthday in over ten years. Since she had not celebrated her birthday in over ten years, she still was very enthused receiving it.

As they were farther away from the tunnels and closer into the heart of New York City, Michael began to hear something in the distance. He halted Jennifer to a stop, listened closely to the noise. As it became louder he could make out that it was coming from behind. They turned quickly and looked into the distance unable to make out a figure. Shadows began to appear with lighted torches. Michael pushed Jennifer behind him and pulled out his sword from his scabbard he was carrying in his hand. The distant light shined his mystical sword which looked as if it had seen many battles.

"This is odd," he thought staring at the shadowy figures. "They are not even advancing in pace," he said aloud. "There is something about them, wait. " He lowered his sword and slid it back into his holstered strap.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Then without an answer she saw that they were harmless.

Michael approached them with calmness. They were the people of the tunnels: All with whatever tools they could find. "We are here to fight," said an old strong built man who must have been a industrial worker before the war. The crowd began to waiver their opinions in support. Michael tried to calm them down and explain to them that they were in grave danger and would have to return back to the tunnels, but they did not listen. Michael knew that they could never withstand Micah's army of destroyers. As seen through history, when in time of need, people, especially the Americans, took care of each other and would use whatever they had with to the fullest in defense. They would not listen to their future's account; Extermination, massacres, a bloodbath all meant the same thing, but they did not mean a thing to them because they did not believe, nor except that as their future. Within the city's perimeter they can hide, surround the destroyers, and crush them inward.

Chapter Seven

Hours went by and the fog did not lift, and the temperature rose to about one hundred degrees F. The temperature made them sick to their stomachs. "With this mucky day, we will never survive!" a man cried out in disbelief. There was a small breeze that came every few minutes. According to a man's watch it was Noon. Without a word, their body movements, their trembling, and their nervousness poised their emotions and their fears. As they began to falter, a very low pounding was felt on the ground. People became worried, talking among themselves until Michael commanded silence. The pounding was not random, but consistent pounds that came and louder while the noise was gaining speed.

"Ahhhhhhhh, I can't stand this anymore!" A man cracked under pressure, which was also influenced by the mucky air. He ran around going insane due to the pounding. "Swirpt!" a spear hit him directly in the chest. He was pushed backwards to the ground by the force of the spear. In the mist shadows appeared and was advancing quickly. They, the people of the sewers, came into position.

When both sides were in sight, positioned in battle stance, a possible general cried out to his army, which echoed across the land. "Chhhhaaaarrrrrge!"

At first glance, Michael pulled out his sword and exclaimed, "Attack!"

Both sides went at each other like knights did during the Medieval Times. When the ammunition ran out in their weapons they would use whatever was nearby. Michael continuously was searching for the highest person there and hoped to destroy him/ her while disabling his opponents. Innocent people were joined in an army of evil under the obligation to destroy others, possibly their brothers and sisters.

"And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and

the dragon fought and his angels,"

-Revelations 12:7

Continuous slaying went on between the two armies. Michael and Jennifer were separated from the fog. Frantically searching for his arch enemy he mostly would pass on by the two armies slaying those who would attack him, those who were in his way, or when another member was in trouble he came to the rescue. He came to a halt when a group of seven people were surrounded and being massacred. As their weapons clashed, the health of the people were dying out.

Off into the distance came a shadowing figure that rose up in notice. As he rode up on his black Stallion covered in black armor, the people backed away from his position. He was about seven feet tall, upper body strength, and hatred gleaming from his eyes as if they were glowing red through his helmet. He looked to the right then the left and back towards the front where Michael was presented. He raised up his hand and clenched his fist together. Another horse rode up from behind carrying two figures: one riding in an upright position while the other was hanging over the sides dangling. The one soldier dismounted from his horse walking towards the second horse, to the left of the Black Knight. He then pulled the other figure, who was dangling off the horse to the ground. Without a glance Michael knew who it was. He could not know why he knew it, but he did know who it was.

More figures appeared in the background. Some with guns and others with their hands up in the air walking at a steady pace with each other in rows. Four soldiers came to Michael carrying chains and clamps. "Come with us," invoked a soldier. Leaded by the Black Knight, they took Michael to a nearby wall chaining him up to it. The black armored figure glanced at Michael and off to one side and spoke. "It appears that you and your puny army was no match for my vast well-trained destroyers," the arrogant Black Knight said with a proud voice. " I was also told that you are their leader, is this true?"

Michael did not answer and lowered his head. "I said answer me!" Michael, still boldly quiet granted the dark knight to continue. "For your choice of not speaking is very unwise of you and will cost severely."

Michael listened to the knight, but refused to speak. "Fine, shall this be our answer and now you shall pay for your choice. Shall it be done that you shall be tortured to death. As your final drop of blood leaves your body those people will be killed before your eyes, right before you die." Michael never raised his head, but did hear his vows.

As the Black Knight hand raise into the air once more a soldier, who appeared to be only seventeen, took out a bull whip stripping off Michael's armor and forcefully turning his back away from the wall, and he began to endlessly lash him. The sudden strikes slashed upon Michael's back leaving red marks, which quickly appeared soon after each strike. His helpless body stood there nest to the wall taking on the harsh lashes. He could hear in the background of the crack of the whip orders to begin the executions: First with the women and children then on to the men.

"Look up and face your remarks." The black armored figure calmly said. As his patience ran out, he quickly exclaimed "I said Look at the faces of fear. See how they sulk and whimper at every move. I said look!"

Keeping his head lowered Michael replied willfully replied. "I will not, actually I shall not answer to no person who does not come before thyself and speak of without a name."

Shocked by his response, the Black Knight answered. "For these past couple of years I have been building my doomsday army and have not met one human that spoke up against me as you have just now. A true leader would not do so in such a predicament as one like yourself is in. I am from all in which you mortals come from. I come from a place that beckoned at my feet, feared by me, answered to me as a god. All you must know for now is that I am your leader, your God if you will."

With much anger that grew he replied " God? What 'god' comes and takes control over all and forces them to become humble to their every command? I do not see and justice in your decisions."

"You are becoming too limber and frail to speak back to me in your conditions. In fact I am your lord, and always will be. Lucifer himself has brought me here to begin his Armageddon upon this planet. You are too query about my plans and shall this be yours to know. I am Micah, Lucifer's kin." The Black Knight took off his dark helmet revealing his true identity, a demonic face of grayish flesh tone. He then turns back to another soldier of his army. "Resume the executions, begin at once. Let this become the mark of Lucifer, and let this state the fall of mankind." With this statement he walked away into the darkness of the fog.

2022:08:25

It has been twelve hours since the lost battle. Clouds grew over New York and thunder followed shortly after. The fog has risen and fierce rain began to fall. The first of the many lighting bolts streaked across the sky with random directions. Twenty innocent women and children have been executed and the soldiers are about to stress pain on some men. Two soldiers forced Michael's head up to watch their death come. The people did not even have a chance to die quickly, but rather slowly pressed to death by rocks, stabbed, and slowly poisoned with hallucinogens till they would kill others, then themselves. The executions stopped when Micah had commanded so until the next day. Knowing that it was impossible for Michael to break free from the spelled chains, the soldiers were still commanded to watch from a distance around the corner of the building.

The wind picked up a bit and a whistling sound came from it every so often. Michael began to think that he was hallucinating when he began to hear words forming in the wind. He began to listen to his own name being called out followed by directives. As the tired face looked up, he saw a shadowy figure in front of him. He recognized the figure and tried to get a better look at it to reassure himself that he was not imagining it.

"For it has been a long time Michael. We were becoming worried that you have left us for good."

As he tirelessly moved his head upward he spoke. "What...I do not-t uhhhhh."

"Do not use your strength trying to speak. We have warned you before, through your dreams, that this would occur, but you did not listen. I have not come here to help, but to guide you through this. Michael, there is a question that must be answered in which you have not yet asked. Though your instincts taught you well, you did not see past them and guide yourself towards the future. There is still time to fight even though this battle has been lost, there will be others, but now we must get you out of here and rejuvenate you.

The shadow stepped back mumbling some words not knot known to Michael. He raised up his hands above his head forming a grasp that appeared like he was holding a sphere. Then he looked up to his hands and continued on with saying the words repeatedly. His voice raised louder and louder where clouds formed around them in the above sky. A sudden lightning bolt struck him with a loud crackle. The figured glowed with a whitish pigment. His pupils dilated to the point that they looked as if he had no pupils. Short amounts of electric currents flowed around his body ending up at his eyes. He lowered his arms aiming straight towards Michael. A large current of electricity left the figure's body hurling at Michael. With a large shrieking noise, followed by a Earth Shattering sound, Michael rose up relaxed as if he had gained the strength of a hundred men. He straightened out his arms to his sides and immediately pulled themselves to the front of his body. Every muscle is his arms, as with his back, tightened up pulsating with rage. A large clashing sound circulated outward and his chains breaking away from the brick wall causing it to tumble down by the force. Bricks were tossed hundreds of feet away as if they were small pebbles from a stream.

Michael Collapsed to the ground in pain and disappointment. He has lost too many friends and has gained too many enemies. As he stood up strongly he vowed, "I shall not let this go on no more. For thy vow it to thy death and all eternity that I will not rest until Micah and his master, Lucifer himself, will be destroyed!" Agony grew from within and as he had brought it out, his wings of eternal faith emerged from his back.

"And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand."

-Revelations 20:1

Chapter Eight

2022:08:25 a few minutes pass 2 P.M.

"Guards," the vengeful voice promptly summoned. "See how our 'friend' is doing, make sure he is well fitted for his execution."

"Yes sir," said a frightfully commander. As he and a few others marched towards the building they saw that pieces of the building was broken off. They hurried around the building's corner with astonishing looks in their eyes. The first say bricks laid out over the ground crumbled into thousands of pieces. In their hearts came disappointment and fright because they knew that they will die for allowing Michael to leave without anybody watching him directly. Quickly they called outward that Michael has escaped. Soon came chaos when Micah frantically sent out batches of soldiers in hopes of regaining Michael's capture. "I want a group of ten of my best soldiers to command each of ten units of two hundred soldiers. I want them to go east, west, north and south if they must. I do not wish to lose this fugitive. Dispatch at once!" His hatred grew deeper in his eyes knowing that he should have killed him when he had the chance.

Meanwhile...About five miles south of Micah's camp, Michael is preparing for the attack. His mind running amok and his heart beating rapidly did not stop him from what he was about to do. All those people, all in which I protected for so long. Dying because I led them into a battle that was not even theirs to fight. This does not matter now, it is time to begin anew and start taking what's rightfully theirs and make sure that they will survive. The future is mine to make. I can either create a better one or lose it to Micah.

The armies took a while to reach where Michael was positioned because of no tracks left behind. They came to an opening in between piles of rubble. "He has to be here somewhere so I want all of you to split up and take out whatever moves. Come back here in twenty minutes and we will continue our search elsewhere."

Thirty minutes past by and nobody came back. The commander, alone with his accomplice, became worried and began to walk around calling out to the soldiers ordering them to come back. His troops began to climb the pile of rubble seeing if they could spot them out at a higher angle. They started to look around when suddenly his accomplice became startled.

"Sir, look!" He began to tremble pointing off into the distance below. "The lord himself has wreak upon our soldiers with punishment," the commander said with grief.

He was right, but the lord himself did not cause this. Flames drifted to the east from a pile of burnt bodies. They did not appear to suffer at the time of death because their bodies never tightened up from nerves. Behind the burning pile was written words inscribed in fire:

"The Lord, the God of the spirits of the prophets, Sent his angel to show his servants the things that must soon take place."

-Revelations 22:6

The commander and his accomplice left quickly to warn their master. Once there, they went pleading to Micah for mercy. Not only did they beg, they also pled that Michael will die with whatever means possible.

"I see that you both mean well, and it is true that you are one of my finest, but it does not give you any right to come back here without his head." Micah was over looking the Atlantic Ocean from a Cliff in Portland, Maine. This was his current Base of Operations. Since New York City was in ruins, there was no reason for him to take that place as his United States headquarters.

"We are truly sorry, we hope, no we will destroy Michael as-"

"No! I have never asked, or commanded that I wanted his head. If you think I am wishing for his death then you are mistaken. He is not what I had expected, and I now know what I am dealing with. He thinks that his biblical words can scare my, then you are wrong. I will not let one puny mortal discourage my army. Nor will I let him frighten my army into thinking that he will destroy them all at once. Do you understand commander?"

"Yes sir, I fully realize that he can not come within range of us and if so, he will be recaptured and dealt with by you personally."

"Good. Now come with me, it is your time to be recommended for a new position."

The soldier in front aided with guards along his side and Micah in back, they walked to a large columned room with no walls and entered it. Over to the left was a weapon's hanger that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, while on the right was a courtyard filled with death. They walked over to the courtyard and then Micah replied. "This is the place where all life comes to rest. Here is where we find the graveyard of those who died because of old age, disease, or even murdered."

"AHHHHHHHhhhhhh." The commander fell to the ground with blood seeping into the ground. Micah handed a fellow soldier the sword and told him to clean of the filthiness that which it killed. The commander did not have a quick death since the stab wound punctured his left lung. Once he fell, his cries were soft yet agonizing with blood being coughed up.

"Micah, Micah, A man is approaching from the coast."

"Is he in any boat that we could destroy?"

"No sir, he is floating above the water as if he is walking on it." The soldier became ecstatic. His eyes glowed with fear, and his veins pulsated rapidly with his heart beating so fast.

"Have all units to report to the coast. Have them use whatever means to capture him. I want him alive." Micah raised his hand at the soldier. "Now go!"

A siren went off and hoards of soldiers came towards the coastal area armed with whatever weapons they could carry. Micah on the other hand went back to his throne room to regain all sense of his movements.

"Once you have him in range do not fire until I say so, the master wants him alive."

From the light of the moon glowing down upon them Michael's figure glowed like an angel that Heaven descended upon to Earth as a symbol of remorse and forgiveness. "Ye shall let down ye arms and give prayer of your sins. The lord is forgiving and will allow all to be forgiven no matter what sins they unhatched."

"We are to take you as prisoner. It is not you that is the outnumbering, but is the outnumbered," a commanding officer called out. "Come in without harm and you will be spared by Micah."

"This is thy last warning. Let your guard down and move aside, or the lord shall not be as forgiving and will let yourselves falter and live an eternity of pain and suffrage in Hell." Michael began to ascend forward towards the coast, but was halted by the army once more.

"We are ordered to take you in and we plan on doing that," the commander said to Michael then turned his head to the side and called out "Take him!" The crowd raised their weapons and charged at him. Michael held his fists together, the right above the left, and a handle, followed by a blade, formed in them. Dodging as many weapons as possible, he began to move forward with every strike he could make. Then, as he was on the winning side, more came towards him pinning him down to the ground. Dragging him towards their settlement, they took him to Micah's lair. They placed him in a room supported by marble pillars over looking the Atlantic Ocean.

"As you can see, we were able to capture him without killing him Master."

"Very good," Micah replied. "Now Michael, you have been quite some trouble that we encountered. I think it fits best that you accept defeat, and accept me as your new master"

"I am nobody's slave, and you will never be my master!"

"If you do not, then you will die," replied Micah in a hasty and ensured voice. "Guards, help him take off his mask. I want to see his eyes before he dies."

"I do not think that you will want to do it." Michael raised his head looking straight into Micah's glowing red eyes.

"I do not care what you think. Guards do and make it quick!"

As the two guards began to come near Michael, and Michael whispered, "I am in no way responsible to your actions, but listen to me. If you take it off you will die, all of you." They became worried and began to quiver, but slowly moved their hands to his face and began to detach the helmet's latches. They began to slowly take off his mask while Michael stated "I am sorry."

A vast light flashed before their eyes. A mist flowed out of Michael's faceless head. Quickly his head tilted back facing the sky. His mouth opened widely and with a frightening cry, a beam of light struck out into the heavens above.

"Then came flashes of lightning, peals of thunder, and a severe earthquake."

-Revelations 16:17

"And Death and hell were cast into the lake of fire."

-Revelations 20:14

Chapter Nine

2022:08:26 at 12:01 A.M.

Bodies lying on the ground and in front of Michael still standing Micah. "This can not be, it can not be you. I have waited all my life to finally meet you. I never knew how it would be, nor how it would turn out until now. Let this be our final battle."

A greater war was being waged all around them and the walls of Armageddon would not be ignored. The once angel served under Michael in his war-host before is now a warrior reborn from Lucifer's Kin to reek upon Earth in the fight of Armageddon. As a earthshattering fault began to erupt, the Ashes of Hell flowed upward in between them. With a punch hurled at Michael, he fell backward against the fault. Rocks crumbled beneath his feet causing him to fall towards the perils of Hell.

"I have done it, finally Earth is mine," Micah started laughing up towards Heaven in conquest. He started to walk away in honor of his conquest when he suddenly plummeted to the ground. "It can not be, you have died long ago. I have seen it from my own eyes."

A figure came out from the darkness into the light of the flames. "You saw only what you wanted to see, and now it is time to see your future of death." As this was said Micah lunged at her with his sword that formed in his hand. The two swords clashed at one another sending sparks flying in the air giving the feel to others surrounding them how powerful the strikes were. The aggression raged wildly with Micah while his opponent stuck his sward in resistance.

At a certain point he finally decided to play harder. "This is enough playing around. It is time to destroy you once and for all." His eyes began to glow red with flames filtering out, and his hatred could be detected with every movement in his body. He clenched his hand into a tight fist which began to glow in a fire like appearance. At the same time Jennifer's eyes enlarged in astonishment, and she began to panic. Micah stormed once more at Jennifer while releasing his power. She reflexed by protecting her head with the sward awaiting for her death.

A startling burst of power exploded at point-blank range that sounded like thunder across the country. Smoke from the blast covered the land with only the fault's flames could be recognized. That battleground looked like it was the primary target of a nuclear bomb. The sun could not be seen, none of the rubble that pre-existed was there. A half a mile diameter crater was the only known existing piece to even tell if there were ever a battle here. Though there was a crater, the actual crater did not look like a normal crater should be. Craters began in the middle forming an upward arc farther outward- known to most people. This one formed a crater that appeared to be reflected from the center and then dipped down and back up again forming a water less moat.

2022:08:26-Dawn

A light peaked its way through the clouds beaming down at the crater's core. Within the center rocks began to move away. With an upward trust, the rocks broke away revealing a haloed figure. As a birth of a newborn child coming into this world angelic wings spread away into a perfect "V" formation. Under those wings were not one, but two angels that glowed from the light. Though covered in dirt, they were a beautiful sight.

"Jennifer," Michael exhaustively said. His face returned back to his mortal self. "I thought that I would never lay my eyes upon you once more,"Michael exclaimed hugging her with remorse. "How in the Lord's name did you come back? I thought that you were dead."

"During the battle they had surrounded a group with me in the middle. We tried to fight them off, but they were too much for us. Out of about sixteen people, only three others, including me, were left. They did not even care that we gave up. They just stabbed the others then me. I lost a great amount of blood and went unconscious. When I woke up I was in a white, very lighted place. I recall saying 'turn down the lights,' but nobody answered. Then I appeared in a great hallway and-"

"Purgatory," Michael quietly stated.

"What did you say?"

"Purgatory," Michael stated louder.

"It couldn't be, I did not die, I know it. I am here now, with you, I am flesh and blood." Jennifer began to cry in disbelief.

"Jennifer, I am sorry, I know you can not believe it, but it is true. I have been there before. I would be called upon and then that was where I would go to for my sentencing in prayer, or advice."

"Then is it true? Then I am somehow dead? I feel no different than before. I just do not understand."

"You are not dead. You never were dead. Purgatory is not the place where the dead go, Heaven and Hell is. Purgatory is the place to await your sentencing. You were caught in between life and death."

"I do not fully know what happened there except that I recall a voice. I was frightened, but it calmed me down with its gentle tone. He then asked me a question."

Michael became more curious. Who could that of been, Michael questioned in his mind. "What has he had to ask from you?"

"I am not sure what he meant about it until now. He asked me 'what is your quest?'The voice then halted and abruptly stated 'The answer is known. You shall be given your wish. Your mind shall be filled with the truth and with this truth you shall use carefully to act out your actions.' I am not too sure what he meant by that, but I now have the knowledge of the who existence of life."

These words that she spoke of meant much to Michael. He new it all along that he had found the "chosen one." He new that he was to be the beholder, and now as he gazed into her eyes he saw the hope for the future.

"Jennifer, I want to tell you something that I have felt deeply about since the day I met you." His wings folded back and he began to pace around her.

Jennifer, though she knew what he was about to say, she asked him. "What is it Michael?"

" I have known you personally for only a few months, and I know that it is wrong for Angels to love another, besides the Lord himself. When I say you hanging off that horse, I could not help myself thinking how arrogant I was into bringing all those people to their death wish. It made me think of when I lost me hope and turned against the Lord because I saw how life did not last. I would have done anything to get you back, but in my heart I saw that little girl in my arms asking me if I was her angel. I not only vowed to never again aid in Earth's future, but I also went against the Lord by loving a mortal."

"Michael, I too have a confession to make with you." Jennifer grabbed hold of Michael's hands looking into his eyes. "The voice to whom I spoke with was the almighty Lord himself. He told me that I had two choices to make. One was to either return to Earth as a mortal, or stay up in Heaven. He knew that I wanted to return, but also knew that I could not let Micah destroy you. He gave me a proposition. I could return to Earth and live out my life with mortals, only to return when needed to see fit. This, what he was offering, was to be able to live there on Earth, allowing me to love another, if he, in return, would do so as I have chosen to do."

"I am very thankful for what you have done. I would have not been able to defeat him myself. I love you Jennifer. Truly I do. What you are offering me is what I have always dreamed of, a normal life. I was put into a position where I must lead an army of good. I can not let Lucifer have any chance to retake God's beautiful creation again. This is why I must stay in Heaven, to lead the others into battle. I know now what I was meant to do, and I also know that I was given the feeling of love. I want to be with you, but I must decline the offer. I will Always love you Jennifer, that will never change. I hope that you could understand. This place, this Earth, is not my home. It never was. Heaven is my home, my sanctuary."

Jennifer somehow knew that he was going to decide to stay, but to her it was worth the attempt. "I understand." With that Michael ascended towards the Sun becoming less and less noticeable until he was unable to be seen.

Here on this very day a battle raged for the fight for humanity. The battle vanished as quickly it had begun. All that was pure in heart lived, and those who were not died by the hand of God. The power that was released was not the mark of the serpent Micah, but the power of the seraph Michael. He, along with help of another, had vanquished the destruction that Micah wished to proceed with, and brought hope for all humanity for survival. Time ran out and so did the fate of Armageddon. Though they had stopped human's destruction, they do not end here. As time unravels the choices that are made is made for a better society to live in.

Michael, and his now apprentice, will take on his oath further than what he proclaimed to do. They were both welcome in Heaven, but were born into war. Their promise, their duties, would now have to be destined to rage against the Demons, serpents, and the almighty evil that none other brings, Lucifer himself.

Micah, the Kin of Lucifer, was banished from Earth back to where he came from. His vengeance will not stop until he gains control of the Gates of Heaven where Lucifer shall come forth and bring revenge upon all life as we know it. His master has never forgiven Jehovah and never will. He awaits his final outcome and searches for ways to gain ever so closer to his final plan.

Life on Earth has rejuvenated and humanity has regained their strength. Those who are left are rebuilding their nations. The former United States is now in negotiation with its people to ensure that the event will never be allowed to occur again. They are, as with others, rebuilding their government, but changing its status to fit the world, not itself. The morality of the countries are forming one set of standards in order to bring humanity back into power, but with less emphasis.

"And I saw a new heaven and a new earth."

-Revelations 21:1

The governments around the world have decided on an oath that will be the basis for their future's outcome:

1.Let there be no war between one another.

2.All humans are equal.

3.Prosper in technology, share it, and use it for the bettering of humanity.

4.Become one unit, not nations, cultures, or groups.

"Together we shall rise above heaven and spread outward in

hopes of peace, freedom, and prosper."

It is here that we only can watch and know the outcome before the end. We are The Watchers and can not interfere with Time. Time has been chosen and it can not be interrupted or let there be light that ends with total darkness. We search for answers that do not exist. We watch the cultures, life forms, and elements to see what all can be learned from them. There is no other place, event, form, or entity, that are above us. If the predetermined future is changed, then we shall make it right.

Chapter Ten

2058:05:18

The lord is forgiving and forgiveness he brought. Trees, plants, and animals have rebuilt themselves back out of almost extinction. The corruption is down and people are becoming more involved in the community. Peace is finally coming around. The world is becoming a Utopian place where humans are advancing not for themselves but for humanity's survival.

"It is beautiful. I do not ever recall earth to be as beautiful as it is now." Jennifer stepped down from the once crater that now is a historical place that contains on top a monument with the hands of God cleansing the earth from Lucifer's army. A pathway lined with cut hedges led to the monument in four different directions indicating all four corners of the Earth uniting at this very spot. She gracefully walked along one of these pathways heading north to a garden that branched off to the left which contained a church. This was her holy place where he resided to after the war and vowed never to fight again. She had her gym connected to the church so that she would not have to go far for her daily routine exercises.

A crackle in the sky above shook the ground below. There were no clouds in the sky and this concerned her. A dark mist covered the Earth blocking away some of the Sun's light. Within the Sun's form a small figure ascended quickly. The figure hit the ground hard creating a small crater around it. Jennifer rushed towards its landing spot. As she approached it she noticed that there was blood surrounding a bunch of bushes. An excruciatingly painful noise came from the bushes. Jennifer came closer and a hand quickly grabbed her. Startled, she quickly pushed it away and he called her name. She feared that she knew who it was and slowly comforted him while pulling him out of the bushes. She was surprised to find out that it was not Michael but an angel that wore the same kind of armor.

With a slow and deathly toned voice he spoke. "Jennifer Yenidic?"

"Yes? What is it? What is the matter?" She noticed that his wings were cut off and that this meant that he was now mortal. He was bleeding severely and nothing could be done about it.

"You must come." He paused trying to gain strength. "They need your help in, in Heaven." He coughed harshly spitting out a mouthful of blood. "The rebellion has started and. . . the seraphs are losing," he said faintly.

"Hush, you should not be speaking in your condition." Tears began to form in her eyes, not just because he was dying, but also because she vowed never to fight again.

"You must help. We have known. . . about your vow, but--" He coughed up some more blood, then continued. "But we need your help, please. We are going to lose Heaven. . . and Lucifer will win." This time he became very faint, almost as soft enough that he could hardly be heard. "He has. . . already offensively. . . gained control over the frontal positions and . . . he cannot gain control over the Gates or we. . .we will have no way of stopping him." With his last breath of air he then replied, "Promise that you will go. . ."

"I will, I promise I will go," she said with tears running down her face. She lowered his head down side of her on the ground. He collapsed in her arms, and she spread his body out in the grass. A gust of wind came by and his body turned cold as if Death came and took him away.

Hours later, Jennifer is standing in front of a grave, which she dug up by herself. The site was on a military honor burial grounds. She felt that he was well worthy of being buried here, since he did die in honor of Heaven. The body was covered in red silk sheets, which she got from her bed. She had laid his arms crossing each other on his chest and laid his sward, which she earlier washed, under his arms as if her was holding on to it. She took one end of the sheets and covered his cold deathly colored face. She climbed out of the grave picking up a nearby shovel. Taking a few minutes, she prayed for him. Thanking God for everything she had. She then started to shovel dirt into the grave. With each time she put a pile of dirt in it, she had miniature flashbacks. Each one a little different, and a little more sensible. After the last pile of dirt was in place, she had put up a small cross sticking it into the ground.

She walked away in tears of vengeance. Pacing herself about the graveyard, she confronted herself and went to her home at the Church. Here, she walked about the courtyard in disgust. Why did this have to happen, why now? She thought to herself. Then a short while after, she spoke aloud. "Come on Jennifer, put yourself together and make a decision."

She stopped, facing the ceiling, she decided what her destiny is. She had no idea how to go about her plan, only knowing that whatever is going to happen, the darkness must not prevail.

An alarming questioned came in her mind. What has happened up there is heaven? Where is God? Couldn't he destroy the Darkness, I mean he is the all mighty Lord. Jennifer quickly responded to her own question and realized that God, if he is not there, then somehow Lucifer has temporarily disposed of him.

From Jennifer's knowledge, God resurrects in a form of a mortal every month. If anything were to happen in Heaven, God would not know of it till his return. Only a few know where he is, and Jennifer is not one of them.

"Jennifer?" A voice rang through the church's hallways.

"Yes father John?" Father John Lucas, a brilliant man with extraordinary wisdom. He was Jennifer's friend, since her days back at the government facility. He would guide her on through the experiments, and tests. Having the vast knowledge about the facility, and with his very high security clearance, helped in her escape. He was seventy eight years old, approximately thirty eight years old when Jennifer first entered the facility. After her escape, he quit his job retiring to a church. Here he continued his quest for God. He, both physically and mentally, became one of God's messenger. Soon after the Battle for Humanity, she discovered Father John in an old abandoned warehouse, along with several others. The two, along with a few dozen others, rebuilt a church that was burned down during Micah's pillage.

"Are you okay?" He smiled at the ever so young immortal Jennifer. "Would you like to talk about anything you have in mind dear?"

"I am fine, thank you." She thought of him as her father, brave, bold, and outspoken. She could hardly remember her own father since he died so long ago. He last memory of him was when she came home during the first week of June. Instead of the usual stay at home meals, he took her out to eat at a classy restaurant. That was the night he told her that he had a brain tumor which was in its last stages. The swelling had surrounded the Mandela Obbligato and started to against the skull forcing brain tissue to be put under considerable pressure. She had to return to the government laboratory, whereby a few weeks later she was taken by Micah's henchmen. She found out, through Father John, that her father died shortly after she entrance.

Jennifer started her way down one of the church's hallways leading to a locked door. Father John quickly followed in curiosity. "Jennifer, where are you heading off to," Father John had asked while looking at her pulling out a spare key.

"I am leaving," she confidently confirmed.

"Where are you going, especially since you are going in there."

"I am returning home," she said as concealed her anger from him and turned her head to Father John smiling.

"I was not sent any guidance from above? How have you been informed?"

Jennifer turned her head back towards the door. "I was given a message personally."

"But your promise, do you see the light of day beyond tomorrow?"

As the door unlocked, she turned the knob opening the door. "I always have, and I always will father," she happily replied.

They entered the room which was filled with extra training equipment. She slid out a large filing cabinet when Father John posed another question. "Is there great trouble above?"

"I will not lie, there is a war raging above and I must return to help protect Heaven," she said with great strength as she shoved the wall revealing a secret passageway only known to Father John and her whom built it years ago.

"I see," solemnly Father John commented. Father John knew if she were to return to Heaven that their future is in danger. He knew that she would one day return to her home above, but only if there was danger.

They traveled through the secret passageway that led into another room, smaller than the first one, yet more space to move about. In here there was a small chest in the middle of the floor surrounded with a shrine of historical artifacts either mounted, hung, or placed on shelves. One of her most precious, an original copy of the Unites States Constitution. Another, a bone from a dinosaur, which was once in a museum destroyed by Micah. This piece was meaningful in the way that it showed that extinction is possible. The wooden chest, which too was historical, it was one of the President's personal bedding and quilt chest placed in the also destroyed White House. She knelt down opening the chest lifting out a wrapped object in her right hand. She unraveled the red velvet cloth revealing a dusty, yet still lustful sword of steel with a golden handle. A weapon she has not touched in over thirty years still shined as if it were just yesterday. Next, she picked up some more wrapped objects which she then undraped revealing gold armor, looking much like Michael's, yet fitted for her.

The took the armor back through the passageway out into the church whereby walking into the courtyard. The sun was shining above them with reflecting the beautiful gold armor. Father John helped while she put on the armor. What would weigh fifty pounds felt more life one to Jennifer. One by one, the armor snugly, yet comfortably, fit around her body. Before her shoulder pads were put on, she asked for him to step away from her. She closed her eyes and concentrated. With the sun to her back, it was blocked by wings of silvery white spreading away from her in a "V" formation, which then folded back down into a "M" formation as she reopened her eyes. "It has been a long time since I last used these," she thought. Father John finally fit on her back armor where she then connected it to her chest plate.

"Here," Father John happily said to Jennifer while handing the sword to her. She slid the sword in the scabbard.

"Thank you, old friend." Jennifer hugged Father John and took a few steps back spreading her wings out flapping them faster and faster till she was hovering above the ground. She waved goodbye and ascended towards the sky. As Father John watched his 'daughter' disappear into the clouds, he smiled.

Chapter Eleven

The beautiful angel climbed above the clouds towards the sunlight. A portal, known as The Gateway which separates man's world from Heaven, opens. It gives off a bright glowing light which can only be seen by immortals, Angels, or the dead. . As the tunnel of forever darkness came to an end, she saw a light coming closer and closer with every push of her wings guiding her. To her, the tunnel was the most beautiful sight she ever imagined. Then with a sudden crackle, she began to tumble out of control. Confused, she turned in every direction trying to figure out which way was up. Finally, after several seconds, she regained her balance and was able to turn herself upright regaining control of her flight. She landed on a solid and foggy surface, which, to her, did not feel like Heaven at all. From what she had remembered, or at least what she was told, Heaven did not feel or appear to be what she had imagined it to be. Is this the Heaven I was told of? She thought for a while longer as she strolled along the foggy ground.

Becoming worried, her pace gained speed, as with her heartbeat. She frantically searched for any angel, or of other sorts. Finally, she came to a gated pass through which was forced down. The hinges were bent downward showing that a mighty force tore them apart. She walked through the gates seeing a gigantic never ending city lay in ruins surrounding a large temple. What is this place, Jennifer wondered. What on Earth has happened here?

In complete astonishment, Jennifer, decked out in her black clothes and golden armor, hovered above the city where she then slowly descended to the ground. The rivers of hope were dry and the City of Eternal Light was dark. Clouds of glume covered the City of Eternal Light and her mind was terrified by what she was seeing. Where is everybody, she pondered to herself.

Looking for clues in the streets, Jennifer stumbled upon the large temple, which every street somehow led to by another street. She approached it with caution holding her sword tightly in her hands. Its structure was of Greek origin, decorated with different symbols of different cultures, and races, not just human, but alien as if it was written text. She realized that the text was telling the same thing over and over when she saw it finally in Hebrew, the first presumed language in which The Bible was originated in. She, in her early life, studied Egyptian culture, including their language as with Israel. Trying to remember the Israelites ancient language, she pieced each word together one at a time. eventually she deciphered the inscribed message.

"I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and last."

-Revelations 22: 13

In complete shock, she questioned herself in her mind. Could this be the Heaven I was told of? She stood back gazing at the vastness. Pillars without eternal flames surrounding the temple. Where is the Almighty Lord, she questioned herself until she realized that he was on Earth. She continued to interrogate herself unanswerable questions, or at least those that she could not answer.

She followed the Steps of Wisdom till she approached the top. She survey the landscape hoping to spot something that could lead her the way to them. She took flight searching for evidence to where they might be. After a while of searching, she let herself down into a street tired of flying about. She finally gave up searching and leaned against a wall crying to sleep.

After a few hours have passed, she was awakened by a sudden noise coming from around a street corner. She quickly stood up grabbing for her sword. "What the --" she exclaimed. Jennifer quickly realized that the sound must have been somebody running away with her sword. Spreading her wings, she took flight above the streets frantically searching for them. There, she thought. A shadowy figure running through the city streets holding what appeared to be her sword. Swooping down for her attack, the demonic figure turned facing her, laughed, and continued running. As she flew faster, it too advanced in pace leaving a good distance between them. Zigzagging between the dark streets, she became confused to where it went until she saw an outlet. She slowed down hovering above a cross intersection made of marble. She looked down all six streets questioned which one it went into. She soon followed a street that she felt was an agreeable one.

Without her weapon, she had to rely on her senses and trust herself in hand combat. Looking left, right, and to the top of the walls and structures, she came to a dead end. I guess he did not come this way. Well I suppose I'd better-- her mind was interrupted by a noise coming from above. Looking up, the figure knocked her to the ground sprinting away. Regaining balance, she stood up chasing after it. She, this time, was much closer behind. It headed for a large structure entering it. That's odd, she thought. It entered a building with no other exits. Without thinking otherwise, she went in with caution expecting almost everything.

The room was dark and she could almost not see a thing if it were not for the little light coming from the doorway. "Come out into the light for I to see you better with!" Jennifer was furious to find that it did not answer. As she walked further into the room she heard a startling sound farther into the room's left corner. There you are, she claimed in her mind. Now I got you.

She approached the corner with care. A weird cranking sound began to echo across the room. She looked around trying to find where it was originating from. As she was turning around the floor below her collapsed sending her down a black hole. Below, another door opened as she felt extreme heat coming from it. She hit a hard rock formation smashing up her armor leaving harsh scratches on her arms and legs. Dazed, she saw a horde of human-like figures emerge in front of her walking through brightly lit flames. A tall demonic creature with hideous fangs sticking out of its mouth came towards the injured Jennifer. "Come, the Master would like to see you now," said the unholy creature. Two other creatures came and lifted her upright. As the collection of demonic creatures took Jennifer to her doom, a beckoning voice raged from below.

Jennifer could tell that they were closer because of the commotion around her came more louder. They walked around a steep cliff, which off to the side were millions, of not more, humanoid creatures working as slaves building a colossal structure housing their master.

Thousands of Demonic creatures tortured the others, killing them if they felt that they were not working hard enough. Oh my God, Jennifer saw someone who has been with her in heart and spirit her whole life. "Father!" She struggled freeing herself as she ran towards her mortal father. Years after his death, Jennifer vowed that she would someday turn to Heaven in search of her mortal father, who now is a slave of the demonic army. He turned, facing his pride and joy, studying her maturity he had not ever seen since they parted. He reached out his arms to greet her when a demon lashed, with a fiery chain whip, his arms, bounding them together. "No," she called out as a demon grabbed hold of her shoulders pinning her to the ground. Tears ran down her face onto the hot ground, which then boiled as it touched. She saw her father shoved downward to the flaming ground being struck by the whip on his scared back. Each time the whip touched the man's back making a sound, Jennifer tightened her eyes shut when her father screamed out in pain and agony.

"Get up," said the demon while lifting her to her feet. "You must not make the Master angry."

Though they were several hundreds of feet away, she could still hear his shrieks of pain. They traveled up a pathway ascending above the slave work around them towards the humorous temple. They crossed a bridge that overlooked a river of lava which flowed below. The temple had great pillars supporting the roof and decorated with hieroglyphics and pictures depicting certain events in history throughout the Universe. Many of which were battles won by vast amounts of power.

Entering the dark room, Jennifer noticed a great throne to the farthest wall. "The Master will see you soon," said one of the larger demons. As for the others, they were terrified; not of Jennifer, but their own master. She too began to fear for the unknown Master. As she stared at the throne, the others, who were beside her had left running away for their lives. She quickly turned when she heard the last one stumbling away being startled by a echoing voice.

"Welcome back Jennifer," a voice not heard for years proclaimed. She turned around with her bluish eyes wide open in disbelief. "It can not be, it is impossible."

"But it is, my love. Now you can join me, by my side at the mercy of my new found Master, Lord Micah." The figure approached her coming into the light.

"No, no!" Jennifer looked into his eyes knowing that he was one of them, that he had turned against Heaven. Pain flowed through her body as she stared at her love, her eternal light. "No, Michael. . ."