Part~1

The upbeat mood around the fantastic meal with Nathanial subsides a little when the Heavenly Warriors quietly enter the Memphis city limits. Nathanial had to return to his duties, but the group felt they were not alone in this strange land of evil. Miles away, the jagged Memphis skyline fills the horizon.

Suddenly, the radiant light of heaven peers through a gap in the hideous clouds. All eyes turn to the glow of love radiating from the throne of God, Himself. It fills their spirit within until their hearts swell with courage.

The blackened clouds race to fill the gap.

Cal turns to Michael and asks, "I thought there was no wind here?"

"Only if Satan wishes it."

Cris asks, "How far to the bridge, Gabe?"

"Less than ten miles."

"That won't take long," Cris sighs. "I can't believe the distance we've traveled in what feels like a short time. As you said, Gabe, time doesn't matter here."

"Now that's just how I pictured it," Cal smiles. "Every home is burned and flattened for miles, but that strip club stands tall."

"It's full of demons tempting men to sin in every conceivable way in the physical realm," Gabe shakes his head. "How many souls have been lost to ungodly sex?"

"Too many," Cal frowns. "That's a reminder of why we're on this mission."

Cris asks, "Where are the red eyes that always watch us, Gabe?"

"They're waiting for us at the bridge."

"That may be true," Cal exclaims, "But I still feel that someone is watching us. It's like the buildings have eyes on every step we take."

Michael steps beside Cal and says, "It wouldn't surprise me. There are spells in witchcraft that accomplish such things."

"A girl can't get a moment of privacy around here," Cal grins at her attempt at a joke. "Do you know much about witchcraft, Michael?"

"Let me say this," Michael flinches. "To defeat one's enemy, he must know his enemy."

"Interesting," Cal replies.

The group continues along the battered road lined with the bare skeletons of trees. Large chunks of concrete and asphalt are missing as if the demons ripped from the ground. The steeple of a Baptist Church touches the clouds, but that's all the remains of the building.

Cal is the first to see the battered remnants of the I-240 bypass with its gaping holes. Parts of the overpass lay scattered along the exit. "I hope we're not going this way."

"That's okay," Gabe smiles. "About a mile further is Poplar Avenue, and it will take us straight to the Mississippi River, and the bridge is just a mile away from there."

"Great, I'm ready to finish this part of the journey," Cal replies.

"My trigger finger has been itchy lately," Cris stops and shoulders his AR-15 to check the sight, then pops out the clip to slam in a new one. "Ready, here."

"Well," Gabe smiles, "Let's see what we're up against first."

"Actually," Michael interjects. "I think Cal has the right idea. We will need a vehicle to cross the bridge, and is there anything close by?"

Cal shakes her head, then says, "I've never been to Memphis."

Cris asks, "How did you cross the Mississippi?"

"I crossed the river at Dyersburg, then worked my way south. Fewer people that way."

"If I remember rightly," Gabe runs his thick fingers through his gray hair. "The Greyhound Bus terminal is beside the downtown police department; it's across the street from the Pyramid and less than a mile from the bridge."

"Yeah, but who can work on a bus for us?" Cris asks.

"There ain't nothing I can't get running," Gabe grins. "If it's got some fuel and battery power."

"Sounds like a plan, big man," Cal punches Gabe on the shoulder. "Ow!"

"Solid has a rock, Cal," Gabe chuckles.

"I believe you."

The miles pass quickly as the group strolls down Poplar Avenue. There's no sign of any buildings along the road, only the remnants of cinder blocks etching out a shape from the Physical Realm.

"Now that's nasty," Cal announces. The stench of Brimstone increases the closer they get to Beale Street.

"There are thousands of demons tempting souls to sin in that area."

Cal turns to Cris and asks, "And how many sins did you commit while visiting the demons on Beale Street?"

"Oh, maybe one or two."

"Were you married then?"

"Uh, nooo."

"Oh, so how many of those little southern cuties did you lust after, Cris?"

"Well, it's all under the blood of Jesus. So, there's no use dwelling on the past, Cal."

Gabe walks over to say, "That's what I like about you, Cal. You keep everybody on their toes."

"It's a gift," she smiles.

Cris speaks up, "Straight out of hell."

Poplar Avenue finally ends at the Mississippi River, which looms before them. The vast scar of darkness upon the land extends out of sight, but to the right, the red light of pure evil dances against the thick clouds not far away.

"The party is just starting, and they know we're close," Gabe's voice deepens. "Let's cut over a block but be on high alert. Sentries might be stationed along the way."

Cal nudges Cris, saying, "Give me your field glasses."

"Here, the night vision should be on."

Cal studies the alley, "There's nothing here, big man."

"Gotcha, I got the point." Gabe unholsters his Rugers with an evil grin.

The tiny group moves forward in formation. Gabe in front, Cal and Cris flanked behind him, with Michael covering the rear for the first time in his existence.

Cal stands at the corner of Second Avenue, scanning the following two blocks. "The way eerily clean as far as I can see."

Michael steps into the street and narrows his eyes, projecting his spirit ahead of them. "She's right; I feel no presence of evil on the street, and it's all concentrated ahead."

Cris steps forward and says, "That's arrogance."

"That is Lucifer, Cris," Michael interjects. "The essence of superior pride."

Suddenly Cal exclaims, "Oh, dear Lord," then falls to her knees. She let go of the binoculars wrapped around her neck to grab both sides of her head. "Get these evil voices out of my head."

"Where is she, Michael?" Gabe asks with weapons ready to fire.

Michael pulls his whip of lightning and cracks it beside a warehouse across the street. It enlightens a shapely figure of a woman hidden in the darkness. "There, Gabriel."

Before Micheal finishes his sentence, two 9mm bullets search for their target's forehead, and the Succubus howls and then explodes into a fiery red mist.

"What the crap was that, Michael?" Cal asks while Cris helps her to stand.

"It was a Succubus; they attack the mind with wicked thoughts. Are you all right, Cal?"

"I think so. That was so much evil trying to invade my mind at once."

"They're usually not here," Gabe exclaims. "Succubus mainly stay in the extreme dark regions waiting to invade people's dreams in the Physical Realm."

Cris asks, "How do you know about all this evil that exists here, Gabe?"

"Through the many visits with Michael. But I learn something new every time I'm here, the Garrote, for instance."

"We need to get off the street before something else wants to torment us," Cal looks up the street again. "We're still clear if that means anything."

"Let's move out," Gabe says, then retakes the point.

Cris draws close to Cal when she stumbles a little. "Are you feeling okay, sweetie?"

"I'll be all right," Cal answers, then asks, "Sweetie?"

"Don't knock it," Cris chuckles. "It's a southern thing, and people from California wouldn't understand it."

Cal laughs, "Okay, honnnney."

"That's the worst southern drawl I've ever heard."

"I'll have to practice," Cal's radiant smile lights her face.

"Hey, look," Gabe quietly says. "They left the Greyhound sign up."

The hard beat of evil tribal music blares in the distance. Heinous howls and screeches are coming from the northwest while the flames from the firepits dance in the black sky.

Cris asks, "Can we see the bridge from the roof, Gabe?" He points to the second floor of the Greyhound building.

"Let's see," Gabe turns to Micheal. "Can you open the gate for us?"

"It would be my pleasure, Gabriel," He walks over to the log chain holding the gate closed, snaps the padlock with a twist of his hand, and swings the gate open. "After you, my friends."

When Cal walks by Michael, she says, "I love it when you get all strong."

Walking through the lot full of buses, Cris picks one out. "Hey, this one looks good, and it's a double-decker."

Cal shouts, "Hey guys, here's a ladder to the roof."

"Great," Gabe walks over. "Let me go first."

Cris says, "After you, my lady."

"Not a chance, Cris," Cal grins. "These gym shorts aren't made for climbing ladders."

Cris smirks, then climbs the ladder with Cal following close behind.

"I don't need the ladder, Cal," and Micheal leaps to the second-floor roof with a slight bend of his knees. "Is the roof solid, Gabriel?"

"Yes, from what I can tell, but you might stay on the edges."

Cris joins the party, and Cal finally makes it up the ladder. Quietly, Gabe and Cris begin to study the path across the bridge through their binoculars. Firepits line the sides of the bridge, and their smoke swirls while reaching for the clouds above.

Cris speaks up, "Count the platoons of Legions, Gabe, and I'll get a rough count on how many are in them."

Cal walks up to the edge and says, "Wow, they mean business!"

"Yes, they do," Michael exclaims. "You were right, Cal. We would have never made it across on foot."

Cal sees movement at the bridge span's top and focuses her field glasses. "Hey, Gabe, your friend is on top of the bridge in the middle barking out orders."

"Well, if it isn't, Asmodeus, this might be some fun after all. I count twenty platoons, Cris."

"Yeah, and there's about five-hundred per. That's ten thousand Legions,
 not counting the Familiars dancing around."

Cal asks, "You don't see the Garrotes, Cris?"

"No."

"Look in the darkness in between fire pits."

Gabe and Cris refocus then Cris answers, "Trying to hide, big man. How many do you see with the night vision, Cal?"

"At least ten, but I can't see across the bridge."

"Yeah, night vision is limited by distance," Cris chuckles. "My friends, with the odds roughly 12,000 to 4, we need a good plan and a lot of prayers."

A few minutes later, nestled between busses, the group begins to share ideas. Cal says, "We need the biggest bus in this lot if Gabe can get it running."

"We'll need more than that, or they'll rip that bus open and kill all of us," Cris shakes his head. "We need to keep them so distracted that none of them know what's coming next, then hit them with the bus."

"So," Gabe speaks up, "By the time they figure out what's going on, we could be halfway across the bridge."

"Hopefully," Cris smiles at Gabe.

"Well, that's great," Cal has a puzzled look on her face. "What about the other half."

"That's when the fun begins," Gabe grins. "We fight the rest of the way across."

"You have some serious thrill issues, big man," Cal laughs.

"I'd rather flatten them the bus," Cris interjects. "But you're right; we'll be in the thick of it."

"Have faith, my friends. The Lord is watching, and we'll do fine." Michael studies each face for a moment. "I now see why He chose each of you to be His warriors."

~

Part~2

No one knows how much time has passed, but the need to get moving is wearing on them. Cal is on the roof, keeping an eye on the preparations at the bridge. Cris and Gabe are going over the double-decker bus while Michael intently watches their every move, then says, "Amazing, I never knew how much goes into making one of these devices."

Cris speaks up, "It seems that everything is in working order, Gabe, and there's fuel in the tank. We need some battery power to fire it up."

Gabe adds, "Even if we had a battery charger, there's no electricity."

"Will lightning do?" Michael asks.

Gabe and Cris slowly turn to him, and both answer simultaneously, "Maybe."

Michael climbs inside the bus and asks, "Where do you need it installed?"

Gabe asks, "Is the ignition on, Cris?"

"Yes, sir."

"Every electrical system runs through the switch. It sounds like the only choice, and I hope it doesn't blow us up."

Michael smiles and says, "Have faith, Gabriel."

"I do, but I'm backing up a little."

Cris cringes a little in the driver's seat and says, "Okay, here we go. Right there, Michael."

He takes the blue lightning whip from his belt, then turns the power end toward the ignition switch. The lightning reaches out and connects, drawing the shaft to its destination. Streams of blue energy crackle throughout the frame, and sparks explode from the gauges. Gabe gets hit by a bolt that knocks him backward. Suddenly, the bus lights spring to life while the motor roars. Cris guns the accelerator and hollers, "I think that's enough, Michael."

Michael pulls his whip away while Gabe picks himself off of the floor.

Gabe says, "Don't gun the motor too much, Cris. It needs to get us across the bridge, and the motor sounds like it has a cylinder not firing all the way."

Cris slowly lets up on the throttle, and the motor begins to idle. "Well, it seems like we have a ride!"

Cal runs to the bus door and yells, "That sounds great! Are we about to put this plan in motion?"

Gabe's face looks locked in, and he says, "Yes, ma'am."

"Awesome! Come on, Cris, let's go unleash some fury."

Gabe exclaims, "Don't forget those hollow-point shells, Cris. They explode on contact."

"Ah, yes. There's nothing like exploding demons on a Saturday afternoon."

Michael speaks up, "Remember, my friends. The Lord is with us."

They all shout, "Amen!"

~

Suddenly, there's a quiet growing among the throng inhabiting the bridge. Asmodeus barks out an order to be ready, causing thousands of red eyes to peer into the city.

Gabe puts the bus in reverse, then slowly backs onto Second Avenue. The darkness seems to muffle the sound of the Greyhound creaking out the lot. It's been a long time since this massive tank rolled down a highway. He puts the shifter into Drive and says, "Let's see if this thing goes forward, Michael."

The drums of the demons begin to pound out a slow, steady beat that resonates throughout the area. The Legions take a battle stance with swords drawn and spears at the ready.

Cal and Cris take their positions on top of some shipping containers that block Riverside Drive on both sides. Once Cal is in place, she scans the other side for Cris, and he's in a firing position waiting for Cal's signal. With an evil grin, Cal pulls an arrow from her quiver, sites her target then lets it fly. The silent missile passes in front of Cris's nose, with the last feather barely touching the tip. Cris smiles and says to himself, "What a woman."

Gabe and Michael stop at the Poplar Avenue intersection, waiting for the first shot from Cris's AR-15. Michael asks, "Do you think Cal and Cris will be up to the challenge, Gabriel?"

"Yes, I do. Are we?"

"Let us find out, Gabriel."

Gabe starts to laugh, turning the bus onto the intersection.

Cal scans the area picking out her first targets, and says to herself, "I love it when they line up in a row." With her bow pulled, she slowly rises from her crouching position, thinking, "Let me see if I can empty my quiver. Michael said I couldn't do it." They decided that Cal should be the first to fire in silence.

Suddenly, Legions begin to shriek before exploding in a red haze. Death for the Legions is raining down from the sky. Row after row begins to fade into the darkness. Asmodeus barks out another order, and Familiars start the search for the attacker while the Legions begin to break formation.

It's time for Cris to take action. He opens fire on the Familiars at fifteen rounds per second. They begin to dance and explode at a furious pace. Cal is almost through the first wave of legions, and she hasn't made a dent in her quiver full of arrows.

Gabe pulls the bus to the front of the bridge, opens the door, and says, "It's your turn, Michael."

He quickly hops off the bus and pulls off his lightning whip from his belt, and with a mighty flip of his wrist, it connects with the suspension cable spanning the bridge. Blue lightning begins to crackle along the entire structure, and red sprites shoot through the dark clouds while the fingers of lightning cascade downward to unsuspecting victims.

Michael's play signals Cal and Cris to find the bus. They both begin to climb down the containers.

Cris's plan has worked to perfection so far. The demons on the bridge are in total disarray; while Asmodeus is knocked off his perch by a bolt of lightning, two Garrotes fly to his aid lowering him to the bridge.

Cris is already down, and he watches Cal on the last few steps when he sees movement to her right. Two Legions are sneaking up beside her, and she doesn't see them. He shoulders his rifle when they pull their swords. Two shots fired, exploding the demons beside Cal taking her last step down. She smiles and then says, "I owe you one."

"Believe me," Cris laughs. "I plan on collecting." They both run to the bus.

Michael sees them coming and releases his whip with a flick of his wrist.

"Great show, Michael," Cal exclaims, running past him. "You even knocked that big one off of the tower."

"Well, that's an added pleasure."

They file onto the bus, and Cris takes the wheel. He hollers, "Everybody, hold on," then slams the door and floors it. The bus surges forward. "I'm turning the lights on, Gabe; they already know we're here."

"They sure do, Cris, because of you and Cal."

The bridge between Memphis and Arkansas is a mile across, with four lanes for traffic. In the Physical Realm, it carries thousands of cars and trucks across every day.

In the Spiritual Realm it's currently occupied by thousands of demons going in every direction. Asmodeus barks out orders but cannot bring his charges to order when the next wave hits the demons.

Cris roars onto the bridge at seventy miles per hour, crushing everything in his path. Legions and Familiars hit the air while tortuous screams erupt beneath the bus—all eyes on the bus scan the way ahead of them. The bus is almost half a mile across.

The demons begin to regroup. Suddenly, spears fly through the windshield. Shattered glass sprays everywhere, causing Cris to swerve the bus a little, smashing three of their fire pits. Fire pours off the back of the bus for a moment.

The second pit sprayed over the road engulfing many Legions. With their bodies burning, they rise slowly and begin chasing the bus. Red eyes encased in fire run shrieking down the road.

Five Garrotes land in front of the bus when a thud on the bus's roof knocks Cal to the floor. The two back tires blow out, and Cris has no choice but to slow down.

"I know who that is. Open the door, Cris," and he obliges. Gabe grabs the frame, then swings his large frame out the door in a circle and lands, standing on the roof. He smiles and says, "I believe I owe you something!" Asmodeus steps back in fear then Gabe opens fire, pelting his body in a circle around his heart and one final shot to the head. Asmodeus explodes in the red stench of a demon General.

Cal can see the fiery Legions are catching up and yells, "Throw me you Forty-five, Cris."

He quickly tosses it to her and asks. "I didn't know you could shoot a handgun?"

"You didn't ask." She turns when the back window explodes. Several flaming faces peer through the window with hideous smiles, and Cal opens fire, sending them back to oblivion.

Michael sees the path ahead and says, "I believe I need to clear a path, Cris."

"It would be helpful."

Michael takes off his coat, then steps back. Suddenly, he bursts through the busted windshield, unfurling his ten-foot wings. With his whip in hand, he hovers for a second, then cracks it. The decapitated Garrotes detonate into nothingness. He continues his wrath on any victim that lies ahead.

The bus slows again when the rest of the Legions hang on from behind. The other back tires blow, and sparks fly. They're running on the rims now. The end is just ahead, and Michael has cleared the way.

Gabe runs to the back of the bus picking off Legions with every shot. He hears someone firing inside and wonders who it is.

The Legions keep coming from everywhere; they have busted out the side windows and are ripping the frames wider to get in. Cal slowly backs her way to the front, firing away, and asks, "Where are we?"

"Just a few hundred more feet, and we'll be off the bridge. The problem is, we're doing only twenty miles an hour."

Michael lands beside Gabriel and says, "We need to get inside." Michael kneels, rips the air conditioning unit from the roof, then throws it at a Legion climbing on top. Using his bare hands, he widens the hole for both of them to drop in. Michael first, then Gabe.

Cris yells at Gabe, "Where's the portal?"

"It's at a Marathon station just ahead, and the portal is beside it."

The bus suddenly bounces hard when the bus exits the bridge. Everybody standing catches themselves before falling.

Cal is still blasting away and says, "I could use a little help!"

Gabe pulls both off his Rugers from his duty belt and blasts away in rapid fire. He empties his guns, then slams in new clips.

"I see the station; everybody, brace yourself. I'm going to try and stop this thing," Cris yells over the gunshots.

The back wheels lock up, spinning the back of the bus in a complete circle, shaking demons off in every direction. It slowly stops in front of the station.

Gabe shakes the cobwebs from the G-force and exclaims, "Let's get out of this thing!"

Cris opens the door and says, "Thank you for riding Greyhound. Enjoy your stay."

Cal scoots past him and says, "I'm not staying that long and neither are you."

Gabe scans the area stepping off the bus, announcing, "It looks clear."

The group exits quickly, seeing the swirling darkness before them. The howls and screams are just over the hill, and Michael smiles. He hands his jacket to Gabe then suddenly; he grows to thirty feet in height. Giant, Micheal sees the mass of forces about to top the hill; he picks the bus up with a mighty heave; throws it. The multitude of demons sees the hulk of steel flying at them and try to escape with little success. A massive cloud of red mist rises beyond the hill.

Almost instantly, Michael takes his jacket from Gabe.

Before they can take a step, half of a fiery demon raises himself with his sword in hand. He stands on his torso; its legs were taken off by the bus. Hatred fills his rotting face. With its last amount of strength, he heaves the sword like a spear.

Before the Warriors can take a step, the weapon strikes Cal in the back, piercing her kidneys and stomach before the tip penetrates her abdomen. Cal collapses in a heap on the barren ground with a deep moan.

Cris turns to find the laughing demon across the road, then obliterates the  Legion in a hail of bullets.

Michael unwraps his Tallit from around his waist.

Gabe walks behind Cal, then yells for Cris, "Help us, Cris." He yanks the sword from Cal's back.

Cris turns and asks, "Is she going to die?"

"Not if we get my Tallit around her wound. Gabriel and I will raise her off the ground while you wrap this around her." Michael tosses Cris his garment, then grabs her feet, and Gabe slips his hands under her arms. They raise her, and blood pours from the wound. Cris wraps her body with the garment. "Make sure the tassels are under her near the wound."

"Gotcha!"

Gabe interjects, "Now, take her in your arms and let's get through that portal before they regroup."

Tears drip from Cris's eyes while taking her gently in his arms.

"I know it's hard, Cris. But we've got to move!"

"You're right, Gabe. Let's go."

Three, carrying one, dive into the portal.

Author Notes

To all readers, I humbly apologize that it has been four months since posting anything in this book. With school starting in two weeks, I hope to do much better. The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions, but quick soldiers hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the Earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting on humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams and have sex with them.

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.

End of Chapter~11
 

 

Gabe walks behind Cal, then yells for Cris, "Help us, Cris." She cries out when Gabe yanks the sword from Cal's back.

 

Cris turns and asks, "Is she going to die?"

 

"Not if we get my Tallit around her wound. Gabriel and I will raise her off the ground while you wrap this around her." Michael tosses Cris his garment, then grabs her feet, and Gabe slips his hands under her arms. They raise her, and blood pours from the wound. Cris wraps her body with the garment. "Make sure the tassels are under her near the wound."

 

"Gotcha!"

 

Gabe interjects, "Now, take her in your arms and let's get through that portal before they regroup."

 

Tears begin dripping from Cris's eyes while taking her gently in his arms.

 

"I know it's hard, Cris. But we've got to move!"

 

"You're right, Gabe. Let's go."

 

Three, carrying one, dive into the portal.

 

 

Chapter~12

 

 

It's been a dreadful day at the bar, and Jesse has waited too long to smoke that joint he brought from home. There's a brick alley behind the clubs along the highway where the service trucks visit the restaurants and bars. There's not a soul around when he reaches into his underwear and pulls out a wrinkled blunt. He puts his lighter to the tip and inhales the acrid smoke deep into his lungs. Jesse's eyes begin to bulge, trying to hold that first hit in, but he coughs it all out, filling the alley. "Man, that first cut is the deepest."

 

Suddenly, a huge swirling black cloud appears beside him in the brick retaining wall. Out of it walks a giant of a man; following him is a man loaded with weapons and muscles; next comes a man carrying a tall woman in his arms who appears to be injured.

 

The man carrying the woman stops in front of Jesse and says, "You really shouldn't smoke that stuff, and it gives you bad breath and makes your clothes smell funny. Have a nice day."

 

The colossal man stops by another brick wall next to the steak house, and another black cloud appears. He turns to the others and says, "This way, my friends," then disappears into the darkness. The others follow.

 

Jesse drops the joint and runs screaming into the night.

 

~

 

Prisha

 

There is one true statement made by the Dealer who bought me from Father; they have treated me like an object of worship. My skin has been bathed with the finest bath oils and perfumes in the world, fed with choice delicacies, and clothed in splendor. I sleep in a magnificent bed with satin sheets, and the room is larger than Father's house.

 

My attendants have told me that the Master will soon come to visit me. That, in itself, is a rare privilege for anyone. So I'm told. But questions fill my mind, the first being, why me? Am I that beautiful, and if so, why did Father hate me? What does the Master plan to do when he arrives?

 

Suddenly there's a stir in the hall, and I hear people worshiping the Master outside my door. The door swings open, and there stands the man from the slave auction. He's dressed in a golden robe, and his smile greets me with assurance. His gentle voice pronounces, "There is nothing to fear, my child. I am here for a moment of creation and have chosen you from all of the rest. You are a delicate flower with a mighty purpose."

 

I stand, drop my robe, and say, "I am ready, Master."

 

The Master removes his robe to show his beautiful body, and his purpose for being here stands erect. An evil grin appears on his face when he reaches for the light. His eyes change from the riveting blue to a nasty tone of red. In the light penetrating beneath the door, I see his proper form - a hideous creature with talons and leathery wings. Slowly, I back away.

 

"There is no escape, my child," he says. "Only the pain of creation."

 

Prisha's screams fill the room.

 

An hour later, the Master comes out to an attendant dressed in black at the end of the hall. "Put her in the pen, then send her with the next shipment to the brothels with the others. Was the Garrote born in the Spirit Realm?"

 

"Yes, Master, and he's already growing."

 

"Excellent! Is there any word on the Heavenly Warriors?"

 

"No, Master. Not since they made that portal to Los Angles."

 

"Put the network on full alert. I want those Warriors found!"

 

"The word is being passed while we speak, Master."

 

~

 

The Warriors exit the portal in China under a mountain near the Xi Jiang River, which travels along the Dayao and Lainhau Mountains; the closest town is Guangdong, 100 miles from Canton. In the Physical Realm, the mountains are a lush jungle containing a wide variety of wildlife, but the hills are stripped bare in the Spirit Realm. The river is a deep scar on the landscape.

 

Cris gently lays Cal on the bare ground and props her head up with his ammo bag. He stands then asks Michael, "How long until she wakes up."

 

"It could be a few hours or maybe a day. We don't know what her internal injuries are. It took Gabe a long time to heal, but that was because Asmodeous's sword damaged his spine."

 

"Can we travel with her, Michael? You know they are looking for us in every corner of the globe, and it's just a matter of time before Satan finds us."

 

"Cal needs time to rest, Cris. As far as demonic activity, let us ask my friends. Patrick, do you have your platoon with you?"

 

Suddenly, it was like the landscape opened up when they uncovered themselves with their cloaks, filling the area with light. Standing in a circle around them are twenty-one of Heaven's finest fighting machines dressed in white tunics with gold breastplates, and each one carries a unique weapon with a five-foot sword around their waists. In unison, they kneel, bow, and say, "My General."

 

"Hello, my friends, and rise," Michael smiles at his troops. "Joseph, can you check Cal's injuries?"

 

"Yes, General," He walks over to Cal, takes her hand, and concentrates.

 

Michael turns to his Captain and asks, "Is there any demonic activity in this area, Patrick?"

 

"Not within a two hundred mile radius, General, but the news of your escape spreads throughout the Realm."

 

"Thank you, Patrick; it's good to see you again. Have you met Gabriel Hope?"

 

"No, sir, I have not," Patrick reaches out his hand, and the Angel and the man shake hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Gabriel."

 

"Call me, Gabe. Everybody else does," Gabe turns to Cris. "And this is Cris Turner, Patrick."

 

"Hi," Cris smiles. "It's always a little strange meeting Angels."

 

"General," Joshua walks to them. "The young woman has a lacerated kidney and intestines, but the healing process proceeds nicely. She should be back to normal and ready for travel in about eight hours."

 

Cris sighs, "Well, that's a relief."

 

Michael smiles and says, "Thank you, Joshua," he turns to Gabe and Cris. "You two should get some rest. We haven't stopped since we entered the first portal near Second Chance."

 

Gabe smiles, then slaps Cris on the back, "That's a good idea, Michael. Come on, Cris, they have things well in hand."

Author Notes

Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a demon mates with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon, created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon who hides in the darker realms waiting on humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female.

Chapter 13
Cal Recovers.

By papa55mike

End of chapter 12

 

Suddenly, it was like the landscape opened up when they uncovered themselves with their cloaks, filling the area with light. Standing in a circle around them are twenty-one of Heaven's finest fighting machines dressed in white tunics with gold breastplates, and each one carries a unique weapon and a five-foot sword around their waists. In unison, they kneel, bow, and say, "My General."

 

"Hello, my friends, and rise," Michael smiles at his troops, "Joseph, can you check Cal's injuries?"

 

"Yes, General." He walks over to Cal, takes her hand, and concentrates.

 

Michael turns to his Captain and asks, "Is there any demonic activity in this area, Patrick?"

 

"Not within a two hundred mile radius, General, but the news of your escape spreads throughout the Realm."

 

"Thank you, Patrick; it's good to see you again. Have you met Gabriel Hope?"

 

"No, sir, I have not," Patrick reaches out his hand, and the Angel and the man shake hands, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Gabriel."

 

"Call me Gabe; everybody else does," Gabe turns to Cris, "And this is Cris Turner, Patrick."

 

"Hi," Cris smiles, "It's always strange meeting Angels."

 

"General," Joshua walks to them, "The young woman has a lacerated kidney and intestines, but the healing process proceeds nicely. She should be back to normal and ready for travel in about eight hours."

 

Cris sighs, "Well, that's a relief."

 

Michael smiles and says, "Thank you, Joshua," he turns to Gabe and Cris, "You two should get some rest. We haven't stopped since we entered the first portal near Second Chance."

 

Gabe smiles, slaps Cris on the back, and replies, "That's a good idea, Michael. Come on, Cris, they have things well in hand."

 

 

Chapter 13

 

 

 

Cris stirs when he hears Cal groan, but she quickly settles back down, and he begins to doze again.

 

Deep within Cal's mind, a visitor appears. Satan walks over to the small bed where her spirit currently resides, gently strokes her cheek, and says, "Awaken, California Marie Cummings."

 

Cal stretches her long arms while her eyes flutter open, then turns to the voice she hears. Startled at seeing a strange man standing in her old bedroom, Cal leaps from the bed. She had no idea she was dressed in the sexy red nighty from her daydreams about Cris. She quickly snatches the sheet off the bed and wraps it around her. Glaring at who she now knows is Satan, Cal asks, "What are you doing here?"

 

"You have a lovely body, Cal," he leers, "I just want to talk."

 

Confused, Cal asks, "Where are we?"

 

"Where I live every day, inside your mind. You see, I'm that evil thought you've been having about Cris. Oh, those things you did to each other in the bed of your dreams. You have a dirty mind, Cal."

 

"Not if we're married."

 

"Mere technicalities. You could have Cris right now if you wanted to. But that's not what I'm here to talk about."

 

"I see what it means in Proverbs," Cal rolls her eyes, "With many words, there are many sins. Would you get on with it!"

 

"Okay, I'm here to remind you of the events surrounding the death of your Mother and Father. You were coming back with a package of Bibles from town when you stumbled upon the scene. I can imagine the rage you felt seeing your Father lying with blood pooling around his head by the front door and then seeing your Mother being raped by one of the evil men who attacked that tiny church just before she died." Satan whispers in her ear, "Do you remember pulling back your bow and the pleasure it brought you seeing that arrow pierce the leader's neck, then emptying your quiver in the fleeing men? Of course, the highlight was standing by your parent's graves and smiling at the lions and buzzards eating their fill of the attackers. Fun times!"

 

Cal is seething with anger and replies, "Your point being?"

 

"Just this," Satan says smiling, "Those men were possessed by demons I sent to destroy that church, and they succeeded."

 

That rage begins to burn again inside Cal's mind.

 

"That's right, Cal, let it burn within you. The hatred you feel for all men and the demons that control them. Don't you want to kill them all, Cal?"

 

"Yes, I do. Starting with you, Satan!" Cal reaches for his throat with both hands.

 

Suddenly, there's a moan outside her body, and the dream is over.

 

~

 

Satan's secretary, a tall succubus with a dark, muscular body, enters his office and says, "Master, there has been a tremor from a deep dream that could be a coma, and it seems to be from a Heavenly Warrior named Cal Cummings."

 

"Yes, I feel it, too. It seems the Warriors are somewhere in Asia, possibly in China. Get me, Leviathon, immediately!"

 

"Yes, Master," she struts out of his office and says, "My Lord, he's on the screen."

 

Leviathon's bulbous head fills the wall in front of Satan's desk when Satan walks around the corner of his desk and says, "Leviathon, rally your miserable forces. I need you to search every available portal in western China."

 

Leviathon adjusts the crown of human femurs and skulls while his beady, red eyes beg for mercy. His broad, grotesque smile appears before slowly replying, "Master, that will take time. There are many thousands of portals throughout the mountains."

 

Smiling, Satan takes his left hand and acts like he's squeezing something.

 

Leviathon's face begins to contort. Gasping for breath, he whispers, "We will begin immediately."

 

Satan relaxes his hand, then replies, "Excellent, I want hourly feedback."

 

"Yes, Master," a gasping Leviathon disappears from the wall.

 

~

 

Nathanial had returned with more nourishment from Heaven. Gabriel and Cris were snacking on the fresh fruit and chatting with Michael and Nathanial. Cris asks, "You mean we have only two portals left, and we'll be at our destination, Gabe?"

 

"That's right. The next one takes to Janakpur in Southern Nepal, about twenty miles away," Gabe takes a bite of an orange-striped fruit shaped like a pear, "These are great pan-fried."

 

"What's after that, Gabe?"

 

"About five miles further, next to the base of a colossal mountain, is the way to Supal, India. We'll make a base outside of town."

 

Cris asks, "Where do they hold the slave auctions?"

 

"Down on Main Street. It's the thriving business of the town. Didn't we rescue a woman from there, Michael?"

 

"Yes, we did. Now, that woman is a minister in the mission fields of India, trying to save the very souls who sold her into slavery. What a miracle."

 

Captain Patrick walks up to Michael to announce, "General, they've detected our location. Possibly through a dream, but we should have a few hours before the enemy gets close."

 

"Thank you, Patrick. It looks like we need Cal to wake up."

 

Right on cue, Cal begins to stretch and moan. Cris slides beside her and asks, "Cal, can you hear me? It's Cris. How do you feel?"

 

Her eyes are barely open when she stretches and replies, "Just wonderful, darling." She wraps her arms around Cris's neck and pulls him into a romantic kiss with swirling tongues and passionate moans. Cal drifts off again when Cris gently lays her head back.

 

He looks at three smiling faces and says, "It was part of a dream, I guess."

 

"Yeah," Gabe chuckles, "I'd say that dream was about you."

 

"Well, that's not a bad thing."

 

"No, it is not," Michael rerplies.

 

Cal stirs again, rubs both of her eyes, then slowly opens them. Panic suddenly fills her face, and she scrambles backward, reaching for blankets that aren't there, and exclaims, "What are you doing in my bed...room." She glances around at the faces staring at her. "Where are we?"

 

"We're in China," Gabe answers, then asks, "How do you feel?"

 

Cal begins to unwrap the Tallit from around her waist and replies, "Just stiff and a little sore. What's this wrapped around me?"

 

"Michael's Tallit," Cris answers. "It saved your life."

 

Cal asks, "Would somebody please tell me what happened?"

 

"You caught a demon's sword in your back before we hit the portal," Gabe answers.

 

Cal pulls up her shirt a little to see her scar and exclaims, "Wow, that's a beauty. Don't we need to get moving?"

 

"Yes," Michael answers, "But not until you get something to eat."

 

"That sounds great. I'm starving! Oh, the little red plums. My favorite."

Author Notes

The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike

Chapter 14
Cal's Rage!

By papa55mike

The Warriors silently walk along the rough trail beside the Lainhau mountains that weaves its way through the darkness. Cris notices a slight change in Cal, and she seems deep in thought. Cal begins to lag behind the others, quietly arguing with herself until she screams, "Would you get out of my head!" She stumbles over a rock on the trail.

 

Cris turns to catch her, and Cal steadies herself in his arms. Cris asks, "Are you all right?"

 

Cal pushes him away and exclaims, "I'm fine! What's it to you, pretty boy?" She forces her way past him.

 

"Not much, evidently." Cris turns with a confused look and watches her storm her way ahead.

 

Cal asks Gabe, "Where are we, big man?"

 

"It's still China, and the Xi Jiang River is back there. We're almost halfway to the next portal. How are you feeling, Cal?"

 

"Me, I'm ready to kill them all!"

 

Gabe smiles at the glaring look on Cal's face and replies, "Well, that's nice. I've seen that look in a mirror before. Be careful. That hate can consume you."

 

Cal shakes her head and rubs her temples, saying, "It's different now, Gabe." Her face lightens some. "I don't know what's changed, but I can barely control a rage inside me. It wasn't there before. Keep an eye on me, will you."

 

"That's my job. I'm the leader."

 

The Warriors tighten the ranks as they get closer to the portal to Nepal. Cal is still glowering at Cris, and he's trying to stay out of her way. Cris knows he needs to be sharp, but it's hard thinking about what's happened since Cal came out of her coma. It feels like the plane is missing all over again. He swore to himself that he'd never feel those emotions again. Cris whispers, "How did that work for you? Ah, not too good." He stops in midstep to think out loud, "Wait a minute, division. That's what Satan is after. The dream that gave away our location was Cal's. He brought something out of her with a memory. But what?"

 

Gabe announces, "We're almost there. Stay close. It's just around this boulder."

 

The moment they get in the clear, the portal starts to swirl. Something is coming through before they get there. The other Warriors slip into the darkness of the crevises, except Cal. She takes her bow, draws an arrow, and when the Legions step through one by one, they each meet an arrow right between the eyes. Cal exclaims, "That felt so good."

 

She walks over to the left-behind armor and then kicks out a short sword and scabbard for herself. "I think I can use this."

 

Cris walks up to Cal and says, "I hope that didn't give away our position."

 

Cal glares at him, then answers, "Bring them on. That's more for me to kill."

 

Gabe says, "I've got a shoulder harness for that sword. I'll dig it out when we make camp in a little bit."

 

"That sounds cool," Cal replies. "You mean we'll be out of this place in a little while?"

 

Gabe answers, "Yes, ma'am. Let's get through this portal, and it's just a few miles after that to the next one."

 

Michael says, "After you, my friend."

 

"Gladly, Michael. Follow me, everybody." Gabe leads them into the swirling darkness.

 

The Warriors are greeted on the other side by a majestic mountain range that fills the horizon.

 

Cris asks Gabe, "Where are the clouds and demon patrols? They were all over the states."

 

Michael says, "I'll answer this question, Gabriel. These people are so far from God, Cris. They don't need much demonic support to spread evil."

 

"Wow," Cris replies. "Wide is the gate for destruction, and narrow is the way to salvation."

 

A calmer Cal asks, "Where are we, Gabe?"

 

"We're walking along the Great Himalayas near Rolwaling Valley. Many of the world's tallest peaks exist here, and Mount Everest is a little farther south. The next portal is in that direction, and we'll be back in the Physical Realm. The town of Supaul is a mile or so away."

 

"You mean a girl might be able to clean up a little?"

 

Gabe chuckles and answers, "Well, I can't promise you a hot bath, but there is a river nearby."

 

"That'll do! These clothes are sticking to me."

 

The rough terrain slows them down a little, but it doesn't take long for them to get there. The Warriors stand before their final destination after traveling eight thousand four hundred miles from a small town in Tennessee.

 

Gabe turns to Cal and says, "Don't take out anyone this time. They will be able to triangulate our position if you do."

 

"Got you, boss. It's hard to fathom that we'll be back in the real world again."

 

Michael warns, "Your bodies and physical systems will change. You'll go back to needing food and rest again."

 

Cris responds, "That will be different. I think I've lost a few pounds in here, and I could use a nap."

 

Cal speaks up, "I'll lead the way this time." She disappears into the swirling darkness, and the others follow.

 

~

 

Satan's office is a buzz of activity. Leviathon is on the wall screen saying, "We lost four Legions in Guangdong Province. Reinforcements are checking it out, and there's been no other trace of them."

 

"Your Legions are standing beside me, and they didn't see what hit them. Where does that portal lead to?"

 

"To the Great Himalaya's Master, and all those portals lead south into India."

 

"Let me check into all of the operations in that area."

 

"Yes, Master." Leviathon breathes a sigh of relief before his head vanishes from the screen.

 

Satan hollers, "Slaves!"

 

His two secretaries race into the room, saying, "Yes, Master!"

 

"Start checking all of our operations in Northern India and put them on alert. We may have trouble brewing."

Author Notes

The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has intercourse with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female.

Chapter 15
Gabe Goes to Town

By papa55mike

The end of Chapter~14

 

 

The rough terrain slows them down a little, but it doesn't take long for them to get there. The Warriors stand before their final destination after traveling eight thousand four hundred miles from a small town in Tennessee.

 

Gabe turns to Cal and says, "Don't take out anyone this time. They will be able to triangulate our position if you do."

 

"Got you, boss. It's hard to fathom that we'll be back in the real world again."

 

Michael warns, "Your bodies and physical systems will change. You'll go back to needing food and rest again."

 

Cris responds, "That will be different. I think I've lost a few pounds in here, and I could use a nap."

 

Cal speaks up, "I'll lead the way this time." She disappears into the swirling darkness, and the others follow.

 

 

Chapter~15

 

 

The Warriors exit the portal in India with the noonday sun beating down on them. Everyone is instantly blinded except for Michael, who chuckles and says, "I told you your bodies would have to adjust."

 

"Wow, I'm a California girl and still wasn't ready for that," Cal smirks.

 

Cris's eyes finally adjust to see the surrounding area, and the bleak horizon jars him. To the left, gutted buildings line the road south through two mountains of garbage. Several children search the trash for anything to sell or eat while kicking crows and vultures out of the way. Cris says, "Dear, Lord. What has this world come to."

 

Gabe walks over to Cris, saying, "Bihar is one of the poorest places in the world, Cris."

 

"I thought central Mississippi was the worst place I've seen, but it was nothing like this."

 

Cal steps between them, saying, "Sadly, I can take you to a few villages in Africa that are worse." She turns to Gabe and asks, "I sure hope our base isn't around here?"

 

"No, it's further south, praise God."

 

They notice Michael walking toward the children saying something in another language, and the children instantly understand. They run to his side while he passes out coins to each of them. Jubilation erupts in the children, with many jumping, skipping, and running from this dreadful place. The last and smallest stops before Michael; he can't be two yet. Michael picks him up and gives him a coin with a smile and a hug. That little boy's face fills with joy.

 

The others walk toward Michael, and Cal speaks up, "You're just a big softy, Michael."

 

"If they all make it home with those coins, they should be able to eat for a month. This statement is nothing against you three; I know the justice you fight for, but how can humanity let this happen?"

 

"Too many people slip through the cracks, Michael," Cris answers. "You haven't seen the dividing line through many towns in the south or the train tracks. I'm sure Gabe has, and if you're born on the wrong side, may heaven help you."

 

"He's right, Michael, and I was born on the wrong side."

 

Cal asks, "What language were you speaking, Michael?"

 

"Tibeto-Burman, it's the dialect spoken along the Great Himalayas."

 

Gabe speaks up, "Come on, everybody. Let's head south for a day off from everything trying to kill us."

 

"Yes, sir," Cris exclaims. "You know, it's nice the see the blue sky again with a few white puffy clouds. I've missed these simple things."

 

Cal asks, "What are we going to do about food?"

 

"The Lord will provide. Not only am I the leader; I'm also the cook," Gabe answers. "I'll have to visit the market in town."

 

"You'll stand out like a sore thumb," Cal chuckles. "There's nobody in that town your size."

 

Gabe replies, "I'll wear my sunglasses, and nobody will notice me." He takes his sunglasses from his pack, slides them on, and gives a cheesy smile.

 

Even Michael laughs at that, saying, "Not a soul will notice you, Gabriel."

 

The Warriors stroll down the dirt road with Cris dragging behind, studying Cal. He hopes her temper has calmed for now. Cal glances his way, and for a moment, their eyes meet; Cris sees the fear within her. He whispers, "There's still hope."

 

In Northern India, sorrow fills the land. It's in the few leafless trees along the road, the eyes of the people watching them pass, and the deep wheel ruts reaching south. Bullet-ridden vehicles lining the dirt road add their voices to this melancholy opera while the children play tag around them. Cris wonders, where do they find their joy?

 

At an intersection, a path leads to the left through some ragged trees and then into a clearing - on the left is a large lean-to with a fire pit - at the river's edge, flowers of many colors bloom in the rich soil with Mango, Banana, and Fig trees ripe and ready. Gabe turns, saying, "Welcome to our Base Camp."

 

Cal walks towards the lean-to, asking, "How can this be here amidst all that poverty?"

 

"Let us say the Lord provided us a hideaway," Michael answers. "No one but us can enter or leave, and we are completely safe."

 

Cris smiles and asks, "I take it there's a platoon close by?"

 

"Give that man a prize," Gabe chuckles.

 

"Dibs on the water," Cal starts to peel off her weapons and then stops. "I don't have any other clothes."

 

"Yes, you do," Michael points to the lean-to. "Everything you and Cris left in Tennessee is in there."

 

"All right," Cal hollers and then runs inside. She returns with her backpack, saying, "I will be transformed when I return. You might tell your troops to turn their heads, Michael."

 

"My troops are always gentlemen, Cal."

 

"I'll bet! Wait a minute; they are Angels," She struts off towards the river.

 

Cris kneels in the sand and slides off his AR-15, amour pouch, and Colt, saying, "All of these need a good cleaning. It was nice to see Cal smiling again."

 

Michael asks Cris, "Do you have a theory on what happened to Cal?"

 

"Yeah, I think Satan came to visit Cal's mind during her coma, bringing out some memory in her mind."

 

"The Holy Spirit flows through you, Cris. I think you're right, and he'll be back."

 

Gabe finally pulls off everything he is carrying and then pulls out his sunglasses, exclaiming, "I'm off to town, men. Michael, I need some money to make Beef Curry for supper."

 

"You really know how to cook, Gabe?"

 

"You tasted my cooking in Tennessee."

 

Cris asks, "I thought Pearlie cooked all of that?"

 

"Only the fried chicken, and it was delicious. I'll be back, gentlemen."

 

"With no weapons?" Michael asks.

 

"I'm always carrying something, and my Asp Police Batons will do just fine. They're in my back pocket."

 

Gabe slowly walks toward Supaul with his eyes taking in everything. The colorful food bazaar is before the center of town. Booths line the street with the smells of spices, fruits, almonds, things frying and baking, with bread in every form. He buys some flatbread, beef, curry, and fresh goat's milk.

 

With his arms full of packages, Gabe turns to leave when he spots four massive guards at the entrance to the town square. He can smell the brimstone wafting his way. He whispers, "Well, we're on high alert in this area, and that will make things interesting."

Author Notes

Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has intercourse with a young virgin girl in the Earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female.

Chapter 16
Prisha's Freedom

By papa55mike

End of Chapter ~ 15

 

 

Gabe slowly walks toward Supaul with his eyes taking in everything. The colorful food bazaar is before the center of town. Booths line the street with the smells of spices, fruits, almonds, things frying and baking, with bread in every form. He buys some flatbread, beef, curry, and fresh goat's milk.

 

With his arms full of packages, Gabe turns to leave when he spots four massive guards at the entrance to the town square. He can smell the brimstone wafting his way. He whispers, "Well, we're on high alert in this area, and that will make things interesting."

 

 

 

Chapter 16

 

 

 

Cris finishes making a fire in the pit and asks Michael, "Do you think we should check on Cal?"

 

"Let her have a moment of peace without a man around," Michael could see the care in Cris's eyes.

 

There's a stir behind the trees, and a transformed woman steps through the flowers. Cal strides towards them in a pair of knee-length jean shorts, a simple pink tee shirt with her hair tied back with a gorgeous black and brown scarf. There's always been an air of grace and beauty within Cal; at this moment, it's never been more evident.

 

"Well, you look refreshed," Micheal smiles.

 

Cal sits beside Cris, then takes her index finger and closes his mouth, saying, "You're drooling."

 

"You let your hair down," Cris is amazed.

 

"Yeah, and when did I get all of this gray hair?" Cal pulls some of her hair forward to show them. "It must have been when I was in that coma. You didn't tell me about that, Michael?"

 

"I did not know that, Cal." It's all Michael can do to keep from laughing.

 

"I'm only thirty-two, and that's too young to start dying my hair!"

 

"Why would you?" Cris asks. "You're gorgeous the way you are."

 

Cal bites her lip a little before finding Cris's eyes, saying, "Thank you."

 

Gabe makes his grand entrance through the trees spilling the packages everywhere, saying, "Well, at least I made it here."

 

Cal comes to help and says, "Those big arms couldn't carry everything."

 

"They were so little but so many."

 

Michael comes around the lean-to carrying a large oak table, saying, "Here, Gabriel, this table should help; skillets and pans are hanging on the side."

 

"The Lord does provide. I won't have to use my Boy Scout campout pans. Cris, will you and Cal pick some fruit for dinner?"

 

"Glady, my friend. Will thou fairest maiden stroll with me to the river?"

 

Cal replies in her best Californian accent, "Sure, dude!"

 

"My hand, fair maiden," Cris holds out his hand, and Cal gladly accepts. They wander aimlessly toward the trees.

 

"Did you see anything on the way to town, Gabriel?"

 

"Many things. There were several ambush points along the way. After I finished shopping, I noticed four huge men standing on the corners of

Main Street."

 

"Let me guess; there was a hint of Brimstone about them?"

 

"Yeah, they were four Garrotes. Every place around is probably on high alert, and Satan is trying to find out where we're going to strike."

 

"I sense no evil force around us, and I would be informed instantly."

 

"We'll find out in the morning. The festivities start around mid-morning, according to the shopkeepers who would tell me anything for the right price."

 

~

 

The next day, the sun peeks through the trees sharing its warmth with a needy planet. Cal sits alone by the river, studying the rays while listening to a heavenly voice. A faint whisper comes on a breeze while the sun engulfs her body.

 

Michael watches from twenty yards away; he sees the Lord speaking with Cal and smiles.

 

Cris slowly stirs and glances toward the pale yellow sky. He's thankful they all survived the journey here, but there are many things to do.

 

Gabe rolls over, knowing Michael has been on watch throughout the night. He breaks the welcomed silence, saying, "Good morning, everyone."

 

All of them stir from their blissful moments.

 

Cal rises, saying, "I've been thinking about how we can waltz right into town unnoticed, and I've got an idea."

 

Cris speaks up, "Cool, let's hear it." He slowly sits up.

 

"What if Cris and I are wealthy Americans who want to buy servants for our place in the states? Michael and Gabe would be our bodyguards, allowing us to roam the site and inspect the merchandise."

 

"That will let each of us search for the creeps with guns. I'm sure it's loaded with firepower," Gabe replies. "I like it!"

 

"There's only one problem," Cal slowly turns to Michael, saying, "I don't see any eight-foot humans walking the earth, Michael. Can you get any smaller?"

 

Michael takes two steps toward Gabe and is instantly his height, asking, "Will this do?"

 

"Perfect," Cal exclaims.

 

Cris speaks up, "I think we should be packing. Gabe and Michael can carry the AR-15s, and I'll have my Forty-five."

 

"My bow and quiver would stand out," Cal explains.

 

"We're just looking today, Cal," Gabe smiles. "We'll play tomorrow."

 

That snarl returns to her face, saying, "I'm looking forward to that!"

 

~

 

The sun begins to bake the area though it's still early in the day. The Warriors appear out of their secluded campsite, Cal and Cris leading the way. All of them are wearing sunglasses to shade their eyes and allow them to search the area without being noticed. Cal and Cris try to look like wealthy people with an air of arrogance around them. Michael and Gabe fit the part perfectly with bulging biceps, massive shoulders, and large guns in their hands.

 

Michael leans to Gabe, asking, "Do I look the part?"

 

Gabe chuckles, "Absolutely."

 

"You know I've never fired one of these weapons, Gabriel?"

 

"It won't matter. If things get hairy, toss it to Cris. He knows what to do."

 

Cal leans to Cris, saying, "Those two are a pair of something."

 

"Yeah, but I sure want them backing us in any fight."

 

"Me, too."

 

They slowly walk through the colorful food bazaar, smelling all the tempting delights. Cris leans back to Gabe and says, "I don't see the guards, but this place reeks of brimstone."

 

Cal and Cris lead the way through the gate. The massive and ancient wooden doors are wide open. The town square is nothing but an auction block. The three major dealers have stages set up along the back wall. A decent crowd has gathered, but the main event will start soon. Many minor dealers display their stock in small groups, mostly older women and men. Suddenly the group has all eyes upon them.

 

Two huge men step out from the shadows, and Michael steps forward.

 

The guards speak to him in another language, but Michael answers in English, "My masters would like to purchase some merchandise for their home in America. Is there a problem?" Michael glares at them over his sunglasses.

 

The guard answers, "No, see our master over there," he points to a slender man by the stage. He's dressed in a tacky blue linen suit, a straw hat that's too small, and he's counting a large wad of money.

 

Michael and the others walk over to him, and he asks, "My master is very wealthy, and we would like to see some of your merchandise."

 

"Well," an evil glint appears in his eyes. "I have the best selection. What are you interested in?"

 

"Young girls with domestic and other skills. If you know what I mean?"

 

"Oh, yes, my friend! I have what you want. Just a moment." He turns, goes through a door, and then fifteen young women follow him to the front of the stage.

 

"See, I have the best in Supaul. What rare beauties." The dealer barks a command, and the girls drop their sheer robes. "Exquisite, are they not?"

 

Suddenly, Cal notices the girl in the middle. She takes off her sunglasses, and their eyes meet. Prisha is beaten and bruised, but her beauty still shines through. Cal feels a connection with her instantly and calls to Micheal, pointing to her, "Buy her, Michael. She's the reason why we're here."

 

"Are you sure, Cal?"

 

"Absolutely! I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

 

Michael smiles and then turns to haggle with the dealer. Cal notices Gabe and Cris taking in every inch of this horrific place. She scans the roofs and finds four old machine guns; only two have shooters.

 

Michael finally hits on a price, reaches into his pocket, and pays the dealer his price. "I expect that young woman here with all of her things in two minutes, and it won't be pretty if you make me come back there."

 

"Oh, yes, my friend. I will bring her right to you," he turns and barks out another order. The girls pick up their robes and march back through the door.

 

The dealer drags Prisha out the door within forty-five seconds, barely dressed. "See, I have brought as you commanded. You may have this filthy beast. She has been nothing but trouble." He raises his hand to strike her, but Michael catches his hand and then picks him up to eye level, saying, "She no longer belongs to you," then suddenly drops him.

 

Gabe hears a stir behind the windows that line the square; he steps forward and says, "Lead us out, Michael. I've got the rear." Gabe helps the man up and dusts him off with a smile, saying, "Thank you." The dealer nods a yes.

 

Prisha is humbly kneeling before Cal and Cris. Cal reaches down and takes her hand, saying, "Come with us." Prisha slowly rises.

 

Michael leads the way with Prisha between Cal and Cris. Gabe backs out of the square with his senses on full alert. Suddenly, there's movement in every curtained window. He smiles, saying, "Found you."

Author Notes

Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has intercourse with a young virgin girl in the earthly Realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female.

Chapter 17
A Planning Session

By papa55mike

End of Chapter~16

 

The dealer drags Prisha out the door within forty-five seconds, barely dressed. "See, I have brought as you commanded. You may have this filthy beast. She has been nothing but trouble." He raises his hand to strike her, but Michael catches his hand and then picks him up to eye level, saying, "She no longer belongs to you," then suddenly drops him.

 

Gabe hears a stir behind the windows that line the square; he steps forward and says, "Lead us out, Michael. I've got the rear." Gabe helps the man up and dusts him off with a smile, saying, "Thank you." The dealer nods a yes.

 

Prisha is humbly kneeling before Cal and Cris. Cal reaches down and takes her hand, saying, "Come with us." Prisha slowly rises.

 

Michael leads the way with Prisha between Cal and Cris. Gabe backs out of the square with his senses on full alert. Suddenly, there's movement in every curtained window. He smiles, saying, "Found you."

 

 

Chapter~17

 

 

Gabe slowly turns once they make it through the doors to the street. His focus changes to the road, and there, mingled among the dealers, are four armed men carrying AKM assault rifles. He glances behind him toward the doors, where two other guards are holding T91s. Gabe whispers, "These boys don't play. Where were they yesterday?"

 

Gabe's friends, the ones willing to tell him anything, have a different look on their faces, with Prisha in the middle of Cal and Cris. "It seems we've dropped in their opinions." All eyes are on them as they make their way back to camp.

 

The two men who greeted them inside step out when Gabe rounds the corner- they smile at each other and go to report to the Master.

~

A few minutes later, the guards, still in human form, stand before the Master of evil in his office, saying, "We have seen four people who resemble the descriptions you sent us. Two large men with a young man and woman claimed to want slaves for their home, and they bought a young woman and then left with her."

 

Satan rises from his chair in deep thought, saying, "That's the seventh report of the same thing happening along the Himalayas. Why would Supaul mean anything to them? We have more extensive facilities elsewhere. Return to your stations, slaves." They both bow and then quickly leave.

~

Michael leads the Warriors into their secluded hideaway, saying, "I'm not sure that was a wise thing to do."

 

"It did bring us out into the open," Gabe replies. "But I saw many things we would've missed."

 

"Like what, Gabe?" Cris asks.

 

"First, all the movement behind those curtains on the second floor when Michael dropped that man. Second, the four guards carrying assault rifles mixed in with the shopkeepers outside. Third, the extra two guards lurking by the doors to the square. There's your firepower."

 

"Did you see the four old machine guns on the roof?" Cal asks. "But only two had shooters."

 

"I was studying the structures for any weaknesses and now have the complete layout in my mind," Cris adds.

 

"Well," Gabe chuckles, "It seems we have enough to put together a plan with the Lord's help."

 

Cal turns to Prisha, who humbly awaits her orders. She's having a difficult time wrapping her Sari around her body. "Do we have any clothes for her, Michael?"

 

"I think you will find some in your backpack, Cal."

 

"As always." Cal asks, "That reminds me, where are you getting all this money?"

 

"Do I have to answer, Cal?"

 

"No," Cal smiles, "The Lord provides." She walks into the lean-to and opens her backpack.

 

Michael rises and walks toward Prisha with a smile, saying something in Tibeto Berman. Prisha smiles a little, and then Michael places his hand on her head. Time pauses for a moment. He removes his hand and asks Prisha, "Do you understand me, child?"

 

Prisha's eyes glow, and her lip quivers a little, answering, "Yes, but how?"

 

"Because my Father in heaven is an extraordinary God."

 

Cal walks over, asking, "What's your name?"

 

She slowly answers, "Prisha."

 

"Come with me, Prisha, so we can get you cleaned up and into more comfortable clothes."

 

"Yes, Master," Prisha humbly bows.

 

"No, Prisha, you are free. No one owns you now," Cal smiles. "I'll explain by the river." Prisha rises, and they meander toward the river.

 

Cris pulls some copy paper and pencil out of his backpack and begins to sketch out the complex while Gabe and Michael gather around. The men start to talk about the layout.

 

Prisha dries herself and then slides on the shorts and teeshirt. She stares at the Nike's, wondering how to put them on. Prisha has never worn socks or shoes in her life.

 

"Let me help you, Prisha," Cal explains how they go on and ties them for her. "You are a lovely young woman."

 

"So have I been told, but I hate my beauty. How am I free?" Prisha's speech is still a little slow.

 

"We came to set you and the others free. Michael paid that evil man, and you will never have to bow to anyone again. I saw the scratches and bruises on your body. Who put them on you?"

 

"The dealer you bought me from and many other men who forced me to do evil things. I fought them, but it did not matter."

 

"That's why we're here, Prisha. To punish those men for their crimes, free the others, and destroy this place."

 

"I will help," Prisha wipes her eyes, "In any way I can."

 

"Thank you, we'll need it."

 

"Where are you from?"

 

"I'm from California, in the United States."

 

"Are girls like me free there?"

 

"Yes, Prisha, and deeply loved."

 

"I was born in the wrong country. Do the girls have beds to sleep in?"

 

"Almost all of them. You will sleep in a bed soon. One thing you will have to do, Prisha, is let go of the past. Your future is now full of hope."

 

Prisha's dark brown eyes find Cal's, saying, "I believe you, C..."

 

"Cal Cummings is my name, but you can call me Cal."

 

"Cal."

 

"That's great, Prisha. Come on, let's go see what the guys are doing."

 

While they are walking toward them, Cris exclaims, "That covers all of the bases, but how can we walk in there unnoticed? We need an element of surprise to pull this off."

 

Cal interjects while walking up to the table, "Since we can't just walk in there during the day, why can't we get in there at night?"

 

Cris answers, "That's a great idea, but where would we hide."

 

"I have been there for months," Prisha adds, "And know every place to hide in there."

 

"Tell us more, child," Michael exclaims.

 

"Her name is Prisha, Michael, and I told you we needed her."

 

Prisha studies the drawing, saying, "There are several storage rooms along this back wall which they never visit unless they are looking for me. But do not go in here." She points to the last in the corner. "The evil Master and his friends come and go through there."

 

Cal asks, "Is he tall, slender, and very handsome?"

 

"Yes, but it is not his true self."

 

The four Warriors smile at each other, and Gabe says, "There's a portal there, and I wonder where it leads."

 

Prisha says, "It leads to a place of beauty but is pure evil."

 

"The Breeding facility," Cris adds. "How many girls are there, Prisha?"

 

"Many," Prisha frowns, "Once they finish with us, they send us back to the block."

 

Cal asks, "Is that how they brought you back to the block?"

 

"Yes, there was a door, and a black cloud was in the room. We went through and ended at the block. Have I helped, Cal?"

 

"Oh, yes, Prisha," Cal answers with a big smile. "In many ways."

Author Notes

We have a few more chapters to go. Many thanks for stopping by to read! Have a great day, and God bless. mike The Cast of Characters. Prisha The twelve-year-old girl who her father sold to the Dealer in the prologue. The Angelic Warriors Gabriel Hope At six feet six inches tall and 295 pounds, Gabe is a 20-year veteran of the Army Rangers, and he's been walking for the Lord for 23 years. Michael The Arch Angel of Heaven, Prince of God, Commander of the Lord's Armies. His massive size varies depending on the situation. Michael has been friends with Gabe for many years after recruiting him for battles in the Spirit Realm. Cal Cummings At six feet two inches tall and 200 pounds, Cal graduated from Vanderbilt University with a Master's degree in Theology. She also starred in Volleyball and is an Olympic Champion Archer. Five years ago, she was working in the mission fields of Africa when bandits killed her Mother and Father in a brutal attack, and Cal barely escaped. Cris Turner At six feet tall and 200 pounds, Cris has a Master's degree in Criminal Science and Theology from North Carolina University. He is also an excellent shot with his Colt 45 model #1911. Three years ago, he started walking for the Lord when his wife and son were killed in a plane crash, but Cris missed the flight. The Enemy Lucifer, Satan, or the Evil One He is the Supreme Commander of all the demon armies and ruler of the dark side of the Spirit Realm. Beelzebub 2nd in command under Lucifer, all of the other generals report to him. He uses pride to tempt others. Asmodeus Commander of the North American army of demons, he tempts others with burning desire. Leviathon Commander of the Western Asian army of demons, and he tempts others with heresy. Legions The slow-marching skeletal soldiers in Satan's armies - Legions vary in size from five to seven feet tall. They are known for their ability to leap upon their prey and are mighty in battle. Familiars They are much smaller than the Legions but quick soldiers that hunt in packs. They cling to the dried-up riverbeds, oceans, lakes, and streams, and Familiars carry short swords and slingshots. Cambions Cambions are one to two-foot-tall demons with oversized reproductive organs. Cambions are created in the Spirit realm when a Succubus has intercourse with a male or female human while dreaming. Garrote A Super demon that's created in the Spirit realm when Satan or one of his generals has sex with a young virgin girl in the earthly realm. Succubus A demon that hides in the darker realms waiting for humans to sleep so they can invade their dreams to have intercourse with them. They can be either male or female.

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