Extinction (The Divine Book 7) by M.R. Forbes Page A
Authors: M.R. Forbes
Tags: Magic, Vampires, Technology, Werewolves, demons, Angels, Robots, dante, heaven, Hell, purgatory
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practically glowing."
"His spirit. It was powerful, but it wasn't the same thing. There will never be another like him. You are not like him, but you are different." She had no idea how true both of those statements were. "Please, stay after the Mass, and I will bring you to the meeting."
"Okay," I said. I had come here for information. If I was being invited to the V.I.P. lounge and a chance to rub elbows with the Archangel who was leading the revolution, I wasn't going to say no.
She smiled, bowed her head to me, and then vanished into the throng. I put my eyes back on Raguel. He was reading from the Bible.
I looked around a little more, at the faces of the assembled. Most of them were Touched, pledged to God and the war against the demons. They followed the Mass with wide eyes and open mouths, in awe of the Archangel. I wasn't in awe of him. Justice and vengeance? I didn't trust him at all.
He finished the readings and moved into the Liturgy of the Eucharist, his servants, including Blue-eyes, helping him prepare the altar. He was leaning over it, preparing to speak when I noticed that there was a candle in the corner that was higher than the others.
At first, I thought maybe it was an accident. That one of the Touched was yawning or stretching. I squinted my eyes to dim the candlelight around me and see across the basilica.
It was Alfred who was holding his candle up. His sword appeared in his other hand as I watched.
I scanned the room, searching for the threat.
Raguel stopped speaking.
The entire atmosphere of the gathering shifted. Devotion followed by fear.
Alfred pointed his sword away from the masses, toward the side of the basilica.
Raguel disappeared in a burst of light.
Something hit the side of the building, sending a shockwave rippling along the floor, the sound of the cracking stone nearly deafening.
The door next to me pushed open. A Touched man stumbled in, his robes covered in blood.
"We're under attack," he managed to say, just before he fell to the ground.
I moved to him, kneeling at his side and looking back out the door.
A horde of demons was waiting there. An entire army of every kind of hellspawn I had ever encountered. They hissed and growled, unable to enter the church, but ready for a fight.
Something hit the building again. A fire demon, maybe, trying to collapse it from the outside. The demons didn't need to go in if they forced everybody out.
I looked back that the gathered army of Touched. They were shedding their robes, and revealing themselves to be armed with blessed knives and swords. No matter what happened next, it was going to be bloody.
How had the forces of evil known about this meeting? Had the demons deciphered the coded message on SamChan? I doubted it. There was only one way I could think of.
The building cracked again, and a huge chunk of stone came loose, dropping from the ceiling. I heard screams as the first of the Touched were crushed beneath it, causing a sudden wave of panic to replace the calm defensiveness. They began pushing toward the exit, toward the gathered army that would cut them down easily in their desperation.
I pushed myself past it, moving out into the night at the head of the line. The demons were a thousand strong at least, and as I stood in the center between good and evil, I noticed the solitary figure hanging in the back on a pair of razor sharp wings.
Sarah.
My heart fell, my sense of reason replaced by pure anger. Whether or not she had arranged this, she was participating in it. She was probably here because Adam knew I was here. Because Blue-eyes had told him. He was using her to mock me, the same way Gervais was using the Fist.
And then there was no more time for emotions. The fleeing Touched raced towards the demons, and the demons charged back. I was stuck in the middle of it, which meant I couldn't just stand there and do nothing.
So I didn't.
Thirteen
I gathered my power, holding it
"His spirit. It was powerful, but it wasn't the same thing. There will never be another like him. You are not like him, but you are different." She had no idea how true both of those statements were. "Please, stay after the Mass, and I will bring you to the meeting."
"Okay," I said. I had come here for information. If I was being invited to the V.I.P. lounge and a chance to rub elbows with the Archangel who was leading the revolution, I wasn't going to say no.
She smiled, bowed her head to me, and then vanished into the throng. I put my eyes back on Raguel. He was reading from the Bible.
I looked around a little more, at the faces of the assembled. Most of them were Touched, pledged to God and the war against the demons. They followed the Mass with wide eyes and open mouths, in awe of the Archangel. I wasn't in awe of him. Justice and vengeance? I didn't trust him at all.
He finished the readings and moved into the Liturgy of the Eucharist, his servants, including Blue-eyes, helping him prepare the altar. He was leaning over it, preparing to speak when I noticed that there was a candle in the corner that was higher than the others.
At first, I thought maybe it was an accident. That one of the Touched was yawning or stretching. I squinted my eyes to dim the candlelight around me and see across the basilica.
It was Alfred who was holding his candle up. His sword appeared in his other hand as I watched.
I scanned the room, searching for the threat.
Raguel stopped speaking.
The entire atmosphere of the gathering shifted. Devotion followed by fear.
Alfred pointed his sword away from the masses, toward the side of the basilica.
Raguel disappeared in a burst of light.
Something hit the side of the building, sending a shockwave rippling along the floor, the sound of the cracking stone nearly deafening.
The door next to me pushed open. A Touched man stumbled in, his robes covered in blood.
"We're under attack," he managed to say, just before he fell to the ground.
I moved to him, kneeling at his side and looking back out the door.
A horde of demons was waiting there. An entire army of every kind of hellspawn I had ever encountered. They hissed and growled, unable to enter the church, but ready for a fight.
Something hit the building again. A fire demon, maybe, trying to collapse it from the outside. The demons didn't need to go in if they forced everybody out.
I looked back that the gathered army of Touched. They were shedding their robes, and revealing themselves to be armed with blessed knives and swords. No matter what happened next, it was going to be bloody.
How had the forces of evil known about this meeting? Had the demons deciphered the coded message on SamChan? I doubted it. There was only one way I could think of.
The building cracked again, and a huge chunk of stone came loose, dropping from the ceiling. I heard screams as the first of the Touched were crushed beneath it, causing a sudden wave of panic to replace the calm defensiveness. They began pushing toward the exit, toward the gathered army that would cut them down easily in their desperation.
I pushed myself past it, moving out into the night at the head of the line. The demons were a thousand strong at least, and as I stood in the center between good and evil, I noticed the solitary figure hanging in the back on a pair of razor sharp wings.
Sarah.
My heart fell, my sense of reason replaced by pure anger. Whether or not she had arranged this, she was participating in it. She was probably here because Adam knew I was here. Because Blue-eyes had told him. He was using her to mock me, the same way Gervais was using the Fist.
And then there was no more time for emotions. The fleeing Touched raced towards the demons, and the demons charged back. I was stuck in the middle of it, which meant I couldn't just stand there and do nothing.
So I didn't.
Thirteen
I gathered my power, holding it
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