Following Michael, we exited the stage onto a wooden bridge that connected into a rock face to the left of the expansive, concrete platform. We were joined by Anubis, Edward, and many other people I did not recognize as we marched through the wide, encrypted tunnel.
An attractive woman with wavy hair and leather pants pushed past me, talking animatedly with Dr. McKinnon. Passing, he looked back and recognized me.
'Good evening, Meric. Long time no see.'
'This must be Urielle?' My eyes fell upon her compelling beauty.
'Spoken for, mate. I like the getup though; pretty badass.' said the beastly man with tribal tattoos and a long braided beard. Nudging me playfully, I noticed that his eyes no longer illuminated as they did but a few minutes ago. I instantly took in the odor of whiskey on his breath, noting his Australian accent.
'I'm sorry . . . are you drunk, Sir?'
'Jeeze, Samael; what kind of square did you bring us?' The man had barely finished his question when he was interrupted.
'Are there any casualties, Shay?' Samael asked as we trekked through the underground path, descending deeper into the earth.
'Raphael and his team are seeing to any injuries. They'll be along momentarily, I'm sure.'
'Good, I'll need a full report as soon as possible.' He insisted as the group came to a halt before a monumental set of stone doors. Anubis spread her palm as the depths of her demonic voice echo through the tunnel, and the mechanisms within began to move.
'Alright everyone, this is it. Stick together, work as a team and protect one another. Our target is the Spear. Remember that without it, the Prince of Darkness cannot possess the child. Seize the Spear, and we stop the birth of the final Antichrist. If the child comes forth, they must not be harmed, that goes for the mother as well. Do I make myself clear?'
'Wait, what?' I ask rather confused but Samael simply shrugged his shoulders.
'What do you mean by "they"?' Edward inquires.
'We can't just assume that the child will be born a male.' Urielle responded, looking somewhat offended.
'Aye, leave it to a woman to destroy the world.' Shay responded with a wink.
'Such an asshole.' Urielle shook her head as Anubis turned her neck with annoyed expression.
'Okay, brace yourselves...'
The door burst opened, and all Hell broke loose as we stepped into a dark cathedral of Satanic worship, constructed primarily of black marble, mirrors and towering pillars of giant spinal cords, similar to the Nephilim remains we had discovered in the depths of the old Sanctuary. The edge of the four story ceiling was covered in demonic gargoyles beneath a mirrored surface, and at the front of the expansive cathedral a black, marble platform. Upon the stage, an inverted cross hung above an altar sculpted with the likeness of a horned beast.
Crowding around a woman in labor was a small army of Living-Demonics and before us, hundreds of Illuminati and Hybrids that wasted no time in their attack.
We pressed forth as our enemies charged with an animalistic ferocity—the might of light versus dark—angels versus demons clashing with a force that could shake the very foundations of Heaven and Hell.
Some of the Neophytes fell back to fight defensively, as others launch themselves into the conflict. Tucking, ducking and dodging through their enemies, many were blown apart, cut, stabbed, ripped to shreds or launched in any and all directions.
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Order of the Golden Dawn (Neophyte Series 2)
FantasyMeric is a troubled youth living in England near the turn of the 19th century. Neglected and bitter, he was raised within a wealthy dynasty where family secrets are well kept and shrouded by a dark, mysterious past. He soon learns that his bloodline...