Nephilim and the Nun

•Prologue•

Uriel:
My eyes shot to the two men beside me and their cold calculating gaze landed on mine. With a curt nod of my head, they crept from their positions beside me to the bushes about five steps to my right, taking up positions there. I scanned our surroundings before crawling to the bushes a few feet to my left. Plopping my sniper's rifle to the ground, I aimed it at our supposed enemies, viewing my target from the scope of the rifle. My shot had to be perfect to lessen the impending chaos. I had no doubt the Russian's were baiting us. One wrong move and we'd be down.

I kept my eyes focused on my target through the scope, waiting for the right moment to attack. The flies hovering around my face didn't make it any easier. Courtesy of the mud we'd used as a disguise to blend in with the bushes. A particularly stubborn one danced around my nose, moving gracefully towards my nostril. I exhaled a gush of air hoping it'd be enough to blow it in another direction but it didn't. I shook my head a little to get rid of it. That seemed to have worked.

Lowering my eyes to the scope, I viewed my target, aiming at his forehead. His face was towards my direction, a grin etched on it displaying his crooked teeth. The moment had presented itself. My eyes zeroed in on him, my fingers moving towards the trigger. As soon as I pulled it, pain ricocheted through me as though the shot I'd fired returned to me. The effect of what I realized was that a bullet that had penetrated me was so fast that the last thing I saw was my head hitting the grass, total darkness taking over.

Mild murmuring from multiple voices filtered into my ears. The voices were loud enough for me to make out how close the owners were to me. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see who they were.
Standing to my right was Garrett, one of my men. Beside him was Gary, his twin brother. They were still in their uniforms but it appeared they'd had a bath because their uniforms were clean, compared to the ones we've been crawling around in.

I was aware another man was standing behind me but I couldn't tell who he was. When I tried to turn in the unknown man's direction was when I noticed I was chained to the chair. My eyes snapped to the twins in a questioning look but all I got from them was a smirk.

"What happened? Why Am I chained?" I questioned in a stern voice, angered by their carefree smirks.

"Soon Uriel, soon, you'll find out," Garrett responded, smirking harder.

Whatever it was that I'd find out wasn't going to be nice. That I could tell from the sheepish looks on their faces.

"Who's behind me?"

"A friend of yours," Gary replied, his eyes traveling over my head to stare at the unknown person behind me, with a smug smile of satisfaction, etched on his face.

"If you're a friend as they've said, how about you show your face?" I growled out, not finding whatever game they were up to funny, but all I got in response was a chuckle from whoever it was that was behind me.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there facing the Russians?" I gritted out, trying my best to keep my irritation at bay.

Again, they cackled loudly like I'd said something hilarious. That snapped the last bit of control in me. I struggled to break the chains but my body wouldn't obey. Ignoring the sudden weakness that had seemed to descend upon me, I tried again but I couldn't as much as clench my fists talk more of breaking chains. Meanwhile, the trio laughed at my attempts. I was still at a loss of what was so hilarious to them till I heard the words.

"You'll need the little strength left in you to be able to survive the warding sigil. Save it," The man behind me spoke.

On hearing his words, I stilled, blood draining from my face.

How did he know of the warding sigil and how it can harm me? These thoughts ran through my head, my heartbeat speeding up.

Footsteps echoed in the room as he made his way from my back, rounding the chair to stand opposite me. That was when I saw him, General Gonzalez.

"Uriel, Uriel, Uriel, or should I call you Lucifer now?" He questioned mockingly, cocking his brows, but his words only spiked up my heart rate, while I maintained the expressionless exterior I had going on. Gonzalez was a cunning man. He might not necessarily know anything of my existence, but he could get it out of me if I made the mistake of giving anything away. "Nice to meet you again," He smirked.

In all the years I've been in the armed forces, he was one man I didn't get along with. Some saw him as a good man of dignity and integrity but the truth was that he was nothing but a cunning fellow, ruled by his love for money and good names.

"For a man as brave and intelligent as you are, who knew it'd be so easy to get you out of the way?" He spoke again, grinning widely like he'd just won a lottery, but then again, it might have just been that. "If I'd known holy water was the weapon, I'd have destroyed you a long time ago." He added. That was all I needed to know he knew exactly who I was.

My jaw clenched from rage at this realization. How he found out, I couldn't tell but the pain I'd felt before I passed out now made sense. Someone had shot at me with a bullet that was dipped in holy water.

"What. do. you. want?"

"Getting rid of you is enough." He laughed out loud, along with the two men beside me

I glanced at them, meeting their eyes before returning my gaze to the General.

"You'll be gone, Uriel. To a place where your death will be slow and torturous. It might even take years but the important thing is, you won't be coming back. Neither will you survive it." As he said those words, his voice was hard and cold. I had no doubt that he meant every word he'd said.

"You can't get rid of me, Gonzalez."

"Really?" He cocked a brow in amusement. He snapped his fingers and I heard the booming of a gun, pain traveling through my body as another bullet dripping with holy water penetrated my chest.

The effect of the pain paralyzed my entire body, draining all physical strength off me. I relaxed into the chair, numbness taking over. The trio cackled at their triumph.

"Take him away." He commanded.

The twins stepped forwards, saluted me in mockery before proceeding to unchain me. Thereafter, they lifted me from the chair and dragged me towards a waiting truck. Dumping me in the trunk of the truck, they locked it. The truck sped off as darkness descended upon me.