what that special purpose is?” he asked the child.
“No,” Enoch admitted. “Not completely, but—”
“We should get out of here,” Jeremy interrupted again. “If these guys tracked us, then there are probably more right behind them.” He reached down, grabbing Enoch by the back of his pants and placing him on his shoulders.
“And there always seems to be at least one you miss,” Enoch added.
“I don’t always miss one,” Jeremy corrected.
“You most certainly do,” Enoch explained. “There was that one at the mall in Denmark . . . and then this?”
“I knew about the one at the mall,” Jeremy said defensively.
“So you’re intentionally putting me at risk?” the toddler asked.
“Now why would I do something nasty like that?” Jeremy asked. The Nephilim opened his wings to their fullest. “You’re such a pleasant little bugger.”
“You’re being sarcastic. I may be a child, but I know sarcasm when I hear it.”
Enoch couldn’t quite make out Jeremy’s answer as the Nephilim’s wings closed around them.
Although he was certain that it was anything but pleasant.
* * *
Satan hung weightless in the black, cold vacuum of space, gazing down at the earth, now under his sway—or at least under the sway of creatures who swore their fealty to him.
Squinting his eyes, he could just about see through the shifting cover of gloom that prevented the light of the sun from shining upon the earth’s surface. It was a world of shadow now, perfect for the monstrous breeds that served him. Great cities were in flames; historic monuments were crumbling, swallowed by a shifting ground that quaked as giant serpents burrowed beneath the earth’s crust. From space, Satan, the Darkstar, admired the world that had been given over to chaos.
A world on the brink of oblivion. His dream for so very,very long.
But now, he had to wonder . . .
Is it enough?
Satan could not help himself. He turned his gaze from the orb slowly spinning below, to the star-filled void above—and the endless expanse beyond.
And the kingdom of Heaven that lay beyond that.
The earth was nearly under his control, but he found himself yearning for more.
The Lord God Almighty had stolen his universe of all-encompassing darkness with the utterance of four simple words, “Let there be light,” leaving the Darkstar and his family to flee to any pocket of darkness that could hide them.
For eons, Satan had hidden himself away, planning and plotting, waiting for the time when he would take everything that the Lord God held dear.
But first, he would take away His earth.
Satan drifted closer to hear the anguished cries of those who had survived thus far. He took extra pleasure from their prayers that asked the Lord of Lords why He had abandoned them during their time of need. These pleas were another victory for the Darkstar, for he had broken the connection between Heaven and earth. The prayers of the planet’s sad inhabitants would never reach their intended ears.
Entering the atmosphere, Satan felt the heat of re-entry upon his body, which was nothing in comparison to the firesof hate that burned inside him.
He dropped through the heavy layers of cloud that kept the sun’s rays from caressing the world, denying it warmth, and emerged in the night sky above the monolithic citadel that served as the base of his growing kingdom. Satan circled the fortress that he had raised from the depths of the ocean, then landed near its great stone doors.
A multitude of monsters had gathered to greet him. Many held weapons of war, while others—their bodies covered with scales and quills, mouths filled with razor-sharp teeth and poison—were weapons unto themselves.
They watched as the Darkstar gently touched down, his solid black wings splayed out on either side of his armored form. He was an awesome sight to behold, of that he was certain.
Not long ago, tribes of these creatures had fought against him, refusing to
“No,” Enoch admitted. “Not completely, but—”
“We should get out of here,” Jeremy interrupted again. “If these guys tracked us, then there are probably more right behind them.” He reached down, grabbing Enoch by the back of his pants and placing him on his shoulders.
“And there always seems to be at least one you miss,” Enoch added.
“I don’t always miss one,” Jeremy corrected.
“You most certainly do,” Enoch explained. “There was that one at the mall in Denmark . . . and then this?”
“I knew about the one at the mall,” Jeremy said defensively.
“So you’re intentionally putting me at risk?” the toddler asked.
“Now why would I do something nasty like that?” Jeremy asked. The Nephilim opened his wings to their fullest. “You’re such a pleasant little bugger.”
“You’re being sarcastic. I may be a child, but I know sarcasm when I hear it.”
Enoch couldn’t quite make out Jeremy’s answer as the Nephilim’s wings closed around them.
Although he was certain that it was anything but pleasant.
* * *
Satan hung weightless in the black, cold vacuum of space, gazing down at the earth, now under his sway—or at least under the sway of creatures who swore their fealty to him.
Squinting his eyes, he could just about see through the shifting cover of gloom that prevented the light of the sun from shining upon the earth’s surface. It was a world of shadow now, perfect for the monstrous breeds that served him. Great cities were in flames; historic monuments were crumbling, swallowed by a shifting ground that quaked as giant serpents burrowed beneath the earth’s crust. From space, Satan, the Darkstar, admired the world that had been given over to chaos.
A world on the brink of oblivion. His dream for so very,very long.
But now, he had to wonder . . .
Is it enough?
Satan could not help himself. He turned his gaze from the orb slowly spinning below, to the star-filled void above—and the endless expanse beyond.
And the kingdom of Heaven that lay beyond that.
The earth was nearly under his control, but he found himself yearning for more.
The Lord God Almighty had stolen his universe of all-encompassing darkness with the utterance of four simple words, “Let there be light,” leaving the Darkstar and his family to flee to any pocket of darkness that could hide them.
For eons, Satan had hidden himself away, planning and plotting, waiting for the time when he would take everything that the Lord God held dear.
But first, he would take away His earth.
Satan drifted closer to hear the anguished cries of those who had survived thus far. He took extra pleasure from their prayers that asked the Lord of Lords why He had abandoned them during their time of need. These pleas were another victory for the Darkstar, for he had broken the connection between Heaven and earth. The prayers of the planet’s sad inhabitants would never reach their intended ears.
Entering the atmosphere, Satan felt the heat of re-entry upon his body, which was nothing in comparison to the firesof hate that burned inside him.
He dropped through the heavy layers of cloud that kept the sun’s rays from caressing the world, denying it warmth, and emerged in the night sky above the monolithic citadel that served as the base of his growing kingdom. Satan circled the fortress that he had raised from the depths of the ocean, then landed near its great stone doors.
A multitude of monsters had gathered to greet him. Many held weapons of war, while others—their bodies covered with scales and quills, mouths filled with razor-sharp teeth and poison—were weapons unto themselves.
They watched as the Darkstar gently touched down, his solid black wings splayed out on either side of his armored form. He was an awesome sight to behold, of that he was certain.
Not long ago, tribes of these creatures had fought against him, refusing to
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