“What are you doing?!” The murderer said close to my ear causing me to jump. I turned to face him protecting Gabe with my body. He wore a devious smile on his face.
“You weren’t praying, were you little girl?” He asked as he lifted his hand to touch my arm. I jerked it away from him.
“Don’t touch me you filthy demon! Stay away from us!” He held his head back and laughed obnoxiously toward the high ceiling. When his eye lowered back to mine they flashed red.
“The Ancient of Days don’t hear the prayers from the likes of you my sweet.” His voice was not human. He sounded like all things unclean.
“If he did, could I do this?”
Quicker than the blink of an eye, he came from behind his back with a huge blade that was bigger than my arm. I screamed out when he brought it with a speed toward my face that stole my breath. Only…
Dear God!
Slowly, I turned and stared horrified at the handle of the blade that stuck out of Gabriel’s chest. A keening noise ripped from the pit of my soul as I reached for him. It felt as if I had been stabbed with the knife.
“Gabe!” He was no longer breathing.
“Gabe!” Tears blurred my vision as I held him close to me. Dear God! Dear God! How can I breathe without him?
“If the Ancient of Days was with you, could I do this?” He snatched me away from my husband and turned me so that I faced him. His strength far past anything I had ever felt. I swung at him as he brought his face toward mine. But my blows did nothing to him, he just laughed as he tried to touch me with his filthy lips.
“I’m going to make you mine, right here under this fool’s body!” A scream tore from my throat just as a loud boom shook the building.
“What the hell!” Angrily, he shoved me to the side. The only thing I could think about as I was falling was the small fetus I carried in my womb. That was all that was left of Gabriel. I brought my hands out breaking my fall, protecting my womb at all cost.
But my weight came down wrong on my wrist and I heard it pop before sharp pain shot up my arm. However, my screams of pain were drowned out by the sound of many guns being fired all at once.
“We’re being attacked!” One of Altar’s men yelled running into the area we were in.
But right then a huge sword flew in the room behind him and imbedded itself in his back. Whoever had thrown the sword did it with so much power it picked the soldier up off his feet and both him and the sword imbedded in the cement wall of the factory.
Altar came to a stop and a look of pure terror crossed his face. My eyes widen as Altar’s identical twin walked in, or rather shall I say the twin of the body he had stole. My eyes widen even further when a huge lion came to a stop next to him. With the hand that wasn’t in excruciating pain, I wiped my eyes because I thought that maybe they were playing tricks on me. The man approached the soldier that was stuck to the wall and pulled the big sword out his back.
Altar held up his hands.
“What do I have to do with you Lyon?” The man he called Lyon, eyes raked the huge space taking in everything, until his gaze fell on Gabe. He opened his mouth and roared in rage, so loud the walls shook. Amazingly, moments later the majestic animal next to him opened his mouth and roared as well.
Altar, the coward, turned to flee out a side door. The big cat shot out after him. But it was almost as if he’d run into an invisible fist or something because he was hit with enough force to send his body flying back into the open space. The cat came to a stop, crouching low, growling at him as he made his way to his knees. If he moved an inch, he was dead.
However, it wasn’t the three-hundred pound lion he stared at in fear. It was Solomon who appeared in the doorway.
“Wait! Wait! It’s not my time—” He began, but his body was raked with a violent convulsion before it began to spasm with such force his bones echoed in the room as they broke.
Lyon walked toward him. His powerful strides ate up the space between him and Altar. In his hand he swung the big sword as if it was a paperweight. Its steel flashing blue as it sliced through the air around his body. When he reached the convulsing man who was now foaming at the mouth, he brought the sword up above his head in a deadly arc.
A terrible scream left Altar’s mouth just as Lyon brought his arm down, slicing his head clean off. I put my hand to my mouth to stifle the scream, because his headless body stayed on its knees as he continued to spasm. Solomon still focused his full attention on it as he got closer. Another few seconds, and the body dropped.
Solomon blinked coming out of some kind of trance, exhaling when he saw the body laying dead at his feet.
What the world! Who are these men?
The one called Lyon approached Gabe’s body, grabbing a hold of the chain. I wanted to cry out and stop him, but something in my being told me to sit quietly and just watch. Lyon pulled the chain and it ripped out of the high ceiling.
Dear God, he was strong like Gabriel.
Stronger!
The chain came crashing to the ground as if he was simply pulling a string.
