the aptitude to see the future, which was foreign to us. Before that, only God knew the future. In fact, angels have little perception of future . Heaven’s time doesn’t work the same as it does down here; it isn’t linear. Everything is eternal, so we don’t perceive things the same way.
“Many of these prophets could heal. The replenishing power of the Almighty was unmistakable. Word spread very quickly that life-ending injuries among the prophets were not necessarily life-ending.
“Soon, they had a few brave souls coming to them for advice of all sorts and healing. To our surprise, the advice they gave was sound, and the people they touched were free of disease and pain. They were affecting the people of Eden in a way that was forbidden to us.
“Then, God told all of the angels to depart, except for myself and a small battalion. We were told to stop any attack made by the fallen, but other than that, we were commanded to just watch. It was up to the prophets to make the changes.”
Jeremiah could feel Alex drift off. This was probably as good of a place to stop as any. The boy had learned so much already and undergone a great shock. Everything else could wait until morning. Then, they would start their trek. It wouldn’t take long, and it was about time that Alex met his associates.
There was still much to teach Alex, but the spiritual energy surrounding him was so strong that Jeremiah could feel it when he first entered Kingstone. He may have doubted Alex before, but things had changed. This boy wasn’t a normal prophet. Despite his present weakness, he was capable of amazing feats. Prophets like Alex were rare, but Heaven believed they were Jeremiah’s specialty.
Alex seemed enthralled by the story. Well, until he passed out, that is. To Jeremiah, though, it was tedious. The pain in the memory of his past life was more of a dull ache now. He had lived two very different lives, served two very different masters. Every time he shared the story of his creation and his subsequent existence with anyone, he was reminded of that tormenting fact.
On the other hand, Jeremiah had always thought this story an important place to start. After all, it was the beginning of prophetic influence on Earth. And telling it so many times helped Jeremiah keep all of the details straight. After thousands of years of memories, sometimes things blended together or, in some other way, became distorted.
Jeremiah did remember Patheus, though. He and Patheus had served together in Eden—and again as demons. And that information might not help the situation. It might discourage the boy a little to know that Jeremiah’s second-in-command was looking to stop them. And there was the threat of death; there always seemed to be a threat of death. That was the one thing Jeremiah hated most about his job: the casualties. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to lose one of them.
***
This motel room in which they were told to stay the night, in a suburb north of Houston, was not somewhere that Elizabeth felt altogether safe. They had been on the run now for over a week, and she was wondering when they’d be headed home. Matt had been gone for more than six hours, which was nerve-racking but not unexpected. Doubts and fears were ever-present in her mind. Where was Jeremiah? What was the news on this boy-wonder, Alex?
She didn’t like running. Even after years, it was difficult to consider the mansion home, but right now, that was where she desperately wanted to be. She had a really bad feeling that something was tracking them and that the jig might be up very soon.
Elizabeth was just drying her hair when she heard the car door slam. He was right on time. And why shouldn’t he be? After all, she was the one who designed his schedule and determined by what mode he would be
“Many of these prophets could heal. The replenishing power of the Almighty was unmistakable. Word spread very quickly that life-ending injuries among the prophets were not necessarily life-ending.
“Soon, they had a few brave souls coming to them for advice of all sorts and healing. To our surprise, the advice they gave was sound, and the people they touched were free of disease and pain. They were affecting the people of Eden in a way that was forbidden to us.
“Then, God told all of the angels to depart, except for myself and a small battalion. We were told to stop any attack made by the fallen, but other than that, we were commanded to just watch. It was up to the prophets to make the changes.”
Jeremiah could feel Alex drift off. This was probably as good of a place to stop as any. The boy had learned so much already and undergone a great shock. Everything else could wait until morning. Then, they would start their trek. It wouldn’t take long, and it was about time that Alex met his associates.
There was still much to teach Alex, but the spiritual energy surrounding him was so strong that Jeremiah could feel it when he first entered Kingstone. He may have doubted Alex before, but things had changed. This boy wasn’t a normal prophet. Despite his present weakness, he was capable of amazing feats. Prophets like Alex were rare, but Heaven believed they were Jeremiah’s specialty.
Alex seemed enthralled by the story. Well, until he passed out, that is. To Jeremiah, though, it was tedious. The pain in the memory of his past life was more of a dull ache now. He had lived two very different lives, served two very different masters. Every time he shared the story of his creation and his subsequent existence with anyone, he was reminded of that tormenting fact.
On the other hand, Jeremiah had always thought this story an important place to start. After all, it was the beginning of prophetic influence on Earth. And telling it so many times helped Jeremiah keep all of the details straight. After thousands of years of memories, sometimes things blended together or, in some other way, became distorted.
Jeremiah did remember Patheus, though. He and Patheus had served together in Eden—and again as demons. And that information might not help the situation. It might discourage the boy a little to know that Jeremiah’s second-in-command was looking to stop them. And there was the threat of death; there always seemed to be a threat of death. That was the one thing Jeremiah hated most about his job: the casualties. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to lose one of them.
***
This motel room in which they were told to stay the night, in a suburb north of Houston, was not somewhere that Elizabeth felt altogether safe. They had been on the run now for over a week, and she was wondering when they’d be headed home. Matt had been gone for more than six hours, which was nerve-racking but not unexpected. Doubts and fears were ever-present in her mind. Where was Jeremiah? What was the news on this boy-wonder, Alex?
She didn’t like running. Even after years, it was difficult to consider the mansion home, but right now, that was where she desperately wanted to be. She had a really bad feeling that something was tracking them and that the jig might be up very soon.
Elizabeth was just drying her hair when she heard the car door slam. He was right on time. And why shouldn’t he be? After all, she was the one who designed his schedule and determined by what mode he would be
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