Pray or Be Prey

Chapter 7

Rows of craft, nearly silent, hovered a foot off the ground. Humtracks were being loaded. From a distance, they looked like single file large black army ants. Following alongside were failed regeneration experiments. Those that had a fair to adequate range of body movement were kept alive. Their one purpose was to obey the orders of The Fallen, commanders of every mission through mind links. Once through the barrier, they followed the instructions of The Fallen's offspring.

Each ship was being deployed to a designated city in a few countries. This would be a test run before unfolding everything on the earth. There were stockpiles of blood awaiting transport and new humans to be turned into volunteers, based on their Rh-negative blood type. Lu strode through the purposeful flow of activity. Pride filled his chest as he envisioned the unfolding of his plans.

"Soon, we will be adding to our ranks by the hour. With the influx of fresh human blood, our crafts will be innumerable in the sky. Not to mention the amount of DNA to supply the flesh suits still needed that the wandering offspring require. But it's the discarded bodies of the volunteers that excite me the most. With them, we'll have everything we need to bring back the giants—our pride and marvelous creations. We will rule this world again; it is written," Lu hissed under his breath while his face displayed a calm smile, eyebrows raising as he nodded to those who passed by.

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"Wait, you're telling me what I thought was a forgotten dream was not actually one? And that you are a..." Mirah blinked hard, taking in the man, or whatever he was sitting across the small table from her. "You're a Neph," she inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself and lower her rising voice, "you're a Nephilim? As in the men of renown in the Bible?"

"Yes," Ayularc replied calmly, eyes fixed on her looking for any signs she might faint again. She didn't, but most of her coloring did fade away momentarily.

"Shhhh, I've known that a lot of what's happened to me wasn't random, but I never guessed I'd be singled out, so to speak. Everything in the dream was real? It all happened?"

"The part with being in the mouth of the mountain cave, the water everywhere, that body which was not yours, yes, that happened—to me over three thousand years ago. The other parts of your dream are events to come. What you described seeing, those plans you can say, have not unfolded yet." Ayularc signed, he had no understanding why he divulged such secret information. He shifted for the first time since sitting down in the chair after she had regained consciousness. He was uneasy around her.

"What does this all mean?" The plea sprung from Mirah's lips; questioning eyes searched his.

"It means there is little time—for you."

"Me? Why do you say that?" Panic returned to her, the little control she'd managed nearly shattered.

"It means that you have become a target. No human was to have any insight into what is taking place beyond the barrier." He paused, seeing her eyes question what the barrier was. "The barrier is what many would describe as the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds. I need to figure out how you were able to cross it and why I was the one you reached when you did."

"Does this mean you're running out of time too? Is there a target on your back?"

"Running out of time, maybe. If I don't figure things out, having a target on my back will be a trivial matter compared to what my immediate future would hold."

"Your kind can't die as we do, can they? I mean, The Word says you don't have a soul to redeem."

"True, but our existence when death occurs to our body is an indescribable torment. One I'd rather not be forced back to so quickly."