The Secret Chapel

there … why are we so cold?”

Moshe and the medic grabbed more blankets and wrapped them around the others. “You’re in shock,” the medic said. “I want you all to go directly into the medical tent when we land. You need rest and fluids.”

As Nava and Gabriella guided the big chopper toward its landing pad in camp, the medic took Leo’s pulse and frowned before hooking him up to a cardiac monitor. “What did you guys see down there?”

Leo pressed his fingers to his temples and stared at the floor. “A demon.”

The medic turned pale. The eyes of the other members of the rescue team grew wide as they involuntarily recoiled. A demon? Lev studied the priest. “Did you say … a demon, Father?”

“Yes. At first it looked like an old woman covered in black robes, but the eyes … they weren’t human … I saw glimpses … glimpses of a winged beast when it changed shape.”

Moshe looked shaken. “It changed shape? You’ve got to be kidding.”

Everyone grew silent, but the image of the thing in the tunnel continued to dominate the thoughts of those who had seen it. Had they really just uncovered an ancient nest inhabited by one of humanity’s oldest enemies? The shaken medic reached into his bag and pulled out a plastic bottle filled with capsules. “The doctor just looked at Father Leo’s heart rate on telemetry and wants him to take a sedative.” Leo shook his head and pushed the medication away.

Lev reached out and put his hand on Leo’s shoulder. “No arguments right now, Father. Doctor’s orders. You’ve just been through a terrible ordeal, and I feel partially responsible. I should have seen something like this happening.”

“You can’t blame yourself, Lev. There’s no way you could have known what was down there. That thing we saw in the tunnel was very powerful … I’m sure we only witnessed a fraction of its power … and it plays tricks with people’s minds.” The priest watched the surface of the desert slide beneath the open door as the helicopter skimmed the earth. “We all knew we were in the vicinity of an area claimed by Satan. He’s still protecting something of great value to him … and he knows we have come for it. Based on what we saw today, I don’t think there’s any question that we’re dealing with a demon, a very powerful demon left by Satan to guard whatever’s down in that cave. The tunnel is the way in, and I suspect that the object we are looking for is located somewhere past the spot where we encountered the entity.”

“What about the Bible code?” John asked. “Has anyone come up with any new information about this area since we arrived?”

“Daniel and Moshe have both been working nonstop,” Lev said. “It’s like the code has become a black hole when it comes to encoded messages about the forces we are up against out here.”

With shaking hands, Leo lifted a bottle of water to his lips and took some large gulps. “We’ve got to keep looking … there’s bound to be something. If we want to have any advantage at all over that thing guarding the tunnel, we’ll need to know more before we go back down there. I mean … we still don’t even know what we’re looking for.”

Camp the dog was barking furiously beside the landing pad when the helicopter swooped in and touched down. He ran beneath the whirling blades and scratched at the sides until the door slid open and he saw Ariella inside shaking uncontrollably. He began to whimper and followed along behind the team, refusing to leave their sides as they entered the medical tent. Still cold, Ariella picked up the worried dog and held him in her lap. The dog seemed to have a calming effect on her and the shaking slowly ceased as her body temperature returned to normal.

The only member of the team who required medical attention was Father Leo. He was showing pronounced symptoms of dehydration, prompting the doctor to start an IV and give him fluids intravenously. He remained resting on a cot with his eyes closed while Ariella quietly led Camp outside and motioned for John and Alon to follow.

Away from the confines of the tent, they breathed in the fresh air and felt the warmth of the sun against their bodies. Life was a gift … and no one had to tell them how fortunate they were to still be able to enjoy it.

John brushed the hair back off his forehead as they headed for the mess tent. “After what we just saw, I think this might be a good time to bring up the fact that I’ve been having strong dreams about a dark storm over the desert since I arrived in the Holy Land.”

Ariella stole a glance at Alon. “We were wondering if you were having those dreams.”

“Come again … how do you … what do you know about my dreams?”

“All of us who were listed as chosen in the Bible are having them … something special is happening to all of us. Those who were meant to go down into that cavern out there are all having the same dream.”

“When were you going to tell me about this?”

“It had to come to you without any suggestion from us. It’s a gift from God, John. If you were meant to receive it, it had to be without any prior knowledge.”

“Has Leo said anything about having these dreams?”

“Yes, he told my father about it the night we arrived in camp.”

“This is too much, Ariella. Group dreams? Do you guys know what any of this means?”

Ariella took him by the hand. “We believe those mentioned in the Bible code as chosen are the only ones experiencing them. My father dreamed about this spot in the desert before the rest of us, which leads me to something else I have to tell you … my father is a prophet, John.

“A prophet?” John stopped walking. “You’re kidding.”

Ariella gave him a patient smile. “No, I’m not kidding. There’s something going on here that none of us fully understand yet, but it’s important. It could even be the most important thing to happen in the past two thousand years. We are being allowed glimpses into God’s realm through our dreams. My father believes it’s similar to living in the era when the Old Testament was written, only these events are happening now, in our own time.”

John looked off into the distance and thought of the words in the Bible when the Hebrew prophet Joel quoted the apostle Peter. “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my spirit upon all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy. Your young men will see visions, and your old men will dream dreams… Before that great and glorious day of the Lord arrives.”

Alon and Ariella waited quietly until John turned his attention back to them and they began making their way slowly across the camp. Once they were in the calm shade of the mess tent, they found a table and poured tall glasses of cold lemonade.

Ariella brushed her long hair back into a ponytail and secured it with a hair band. “My father is the only one who seems to know anything about what is happening down in that cavern. He’s made some connection with that thing down there.”

A connection? John felt like someone had just poured ice water down his back.

“He still has no idea what the demon is protecting … or why it’s protecting it,” Ariella continued, “but he said he’s pretty certain that we’ll all recognize whatever it is once we find it.”

Just like the seal in the catacombs, John thought. Once again, they were searching for an object that would reveal itself only when they laid eyes upon it … only this time the object was guarded by a demon, and apparently, Lev had made some kind of connection with it. John was well aware that demons were capable of great deceit. They could influence anyone they came into contact with … or anyone open to suggestion. He was finding it difficult to adjust to everything he had just been told as chills ran up his spine.

Glancing at Ariella, John decided to keep quiet until he learned more. The news that Lev had made some connection with the entity was weighing heavily on him. He would have to talk to Leo as soon as possible … but keep an eye on Lev.

As if on cue, Lev entered the tent and took a seat next to Alon. “I hate to repeat myself, but what I said earlier still holds true.”

“Refresh my memory,” Ariella said. “What are we talking about?”

“The longer we wait, the stronger that thing out there becomes. Ever since that demon appeared today, I’ve started to get some powerful flashes of what I believe are its thoughts. I feel it’s drawing its strength from Satan himself and that others like him may be on the way. Despite the danger, we have to go back into that cave tonight. If we wait any longer, we may never find what we were sent here to retrieve.”