Sweet Reckoning
Page 79
I glanced toward my allies, who were all sitting up straight on the edges of their seats. Kaidan looked ready. Kopano gave me the slightest nod, almost imperceptible. The intensity of their eyes on me was a push. It was time. A boldness took me by the vocal cords.
“There’s more!” I loudly interrupted the Dukes. “You’re all being given a second chance at heaven!”
I stumbled sideways to the floor at the force of Rahab’s backhand to my face. My cheekbone throbbed with pain. I’d forgotten how much he loved to hit.
My allies were on their feet now, and sudden fear shot through me for Kaidan. He was poised to fight.
Rahab stood over me, staring down with pure malice.
“You. Will not. Speak!”
“What are we waiting for?” cried Thamuz. “Let’s kill her! No angels to stop us this time.”
Shouts of assent filled the air. I stayed on the floor, watching to see how it would play out.
“Wait!” hollered Melchom. “What is she talking about?”
“Lies against our Lord!” Rahab said.
“Let Jezebet decide if she’s telling truths or not,” Alocer suggested.
Grumbles sounded, but nobody stopped Jezebet as she stepped gracefully onto the circular floor in front of me. I stood, and she grasped my jaw in the thin fingers of one of her hands.
“Speak,” she said, and watched my eyes.
I talked as loudly as I could with her nails digging into my skin, but I kept my eyes locked on her crystal blue ones so that she could sense my full honesty.
“There is more to the prophecy. God is willing to forgive you and take you back to heaven. But those who still choose to stand against him will be damned to hell forever, just as Rahab said.”
The room was silent as Jezebet’s eyes narrowed at me, but the whisperers above us shifted like storm clouds. She watched me as she spoke, loosening her hold and then letting go.
“She speaks the truth.”
The Dukes rose to their feet now, yelling over one another about this new possibility. I looked over at Kaidan, who watched the scene unfold with a keen-eyed steadiness. I then thought about Patti and Mariantha, and all the love I’d been given in my life. I’d been saved once from death at a summit. Who was I to doubt the same sort of miracle wouldn’t happen again? And if it didn’t? Then it was my time. Fear of death had no place in my heart anymore. I shed it, let it go, and allowed the confidence that stemmed from that freedom to pour through me.
“Thank you, Jezebet,” Pharzuph said, motioning her to take her place again.
Jezebet took one last look into my eyes, no traces of wickedness in hers, and then went back to the other Dukes. They were turning to one another, voices becoming more frantic and impassioned.
“What if it’s true?” asked Alocer. He looked toward his sons, who met his hopeful eyes.
“After all this time?” Melchom, asked in disbelief.
“Who cares?” Kobal, the Duke of Gluttony, shouted. “I’m not going back there!”
“Why would you leave this out, Rahab?” Shax asked.
“I told you the entire prophecy as it was told to me.” Rahab’s patience was wearing thin.
I gasped as my head was yanked backward by the hair, pulled against Pharzuph’s body with one hand on my throat while the other arm circled my rib cage, pinning my arms to my sides.
“Who gave you this information?” he demanded.
I could hardly breathe the words. “A nun—a Nephilim descendant of the apostle Paul’s angel.”
“Impossible!” Rahab shouted. “We would know if there had been a descendant of old on earth.” But his tone was marred by his own doubts. The crowd was beginning to unravel, and he had to know he was losing them. He threw his head back and let out a freaky hiss, calling one of his whispering spirits down to him.
“Is this true?” Rahab asked it. “Was there a Neph of light?” Everyone was quiet as the spirit whispered directly into Rahab’s mind and he answered it out loud in return. “Oh, you didn’t think it was important? Really? An unsupervised angelic Nephilim? I don’t give a damn how harmless she seemed, or if she never left the nunnery! Get away from me, you insipid idiot!” He threw out a hand, and the spirit shot back up into the dark cloud of Legionnaires.
“It doesn’t matter now,” Pharzuph said. “We have the girl. And what a rare treat it is to foil a plan of God.”
Rahab addressed the Dukes louder now, as Pharzuph continued his tight hold on my neck and body.
“None of us here can enter heaven again unless we take it by force! This stupid girl is mistaken. Lucifer holds the power now. We have no loyalties to the weak one. He thought we might be fooled by this sweet face, but we have proof that she’s out for our destruction! She was in possession of a flaming Sword of Righteousness. She killed three of our spirits just this week!”
There were gasps of horror and shrieks from above.
Pharzuph continued to hold me tightly against him as Rahab stood close.
“Where is it?” Sonellion asked.
Through clenched teeth, Pharzuph began, “It was retrieved—”
“By my son,” Shax cut in proudly.
“And disposed of,” Rahab finished. The Dukes and whisperers swelled with relief.
“How was she able to wield the sword?” asked Alocer.
Pharzuph huffed and shook his head. “We don’t know. But she did. A whisperer witnessed it.”
“There’s more!” I loudly interrupted the Dukes. “You’re all being given a second chance at heaven!”
I stumbled sideways to the floor at the force of Rahab’s backhand to my face. My cheekbone throbbed with pain. I’d forgotten how much he loved to hit.
My allies were on their feet now, and sudden fear shot through me for Kaidan. He was poised to fight.
Rahab stood over me, staring down with pure malice.
“You. Will not. Speak!”
“What are we waiting for?” cried Thamuz. “Let’s kill her! No angels to stop us this time.”
Shouts of assent filled the air. I stayed on the floor, watching to see how it would play out.
“Wait!” hollered Melchom. “What is she talking about?”
“Lies against our Lord!” Rahab said.
“Let Jezebet decide if she’s telling truths or not,” Alocer suggested.
Grumbles sounded, but nobody stopped Jezebet as she stepped gracefully onto the circular floor in front of me. I stood, and she grasped my jaw in the thin fingers of one of her hands.
“Speak,” she said, and watched my eyes.
I talked as loudly as I could with her nails digging into my skin, but I kept my eyes locked on her crystal blue ones so that she could sense my full honesty.
“There is more to the prophecy. God is willing to forgive you and take you back to heaven. But those who still choose to stand against him will be damned to hell forever, just as Rahab said.”
The room was silent as Jezebet’s eyes narrowed at me, but the whisperers above us shifted like storm clouds. She watched me as she spoke, loosening her hold and then letting go.
“She speaks the truth.”
The Dukes rose to their feet now, yelling over one another about this new possibility. I looked over at Kaidan, who watched the scene unfold with a keen-eyed steadiness. I then thought about Patti and Mariantha, and all the love I’d been given in my life. I’d been saved once from death at a summit. Who was I to doubt the same sort of miracle wouldn’t happen again? And if it didn’t? Then it was my time. Fear of death had no place in my heart anymore. I shed it, let it go, and allowed the confidence that stemmed from that freedom to pour through me.
“Thank you, Jezebet,” Pharzuph said, motioning her to take her place again.
Jezebet took one last look into my eyes, no traces of wickedness in hers, and then went back to the other Dukes. They were turning to one another, voices becoming more frantic and impassioned.
“What if it’s true?” asked Alocer. He looked toward his sons, who met his hopeful eyes.
“After all this time?” Melchom, asked in disbelief.
“Who cares?” Kobal, the Duke of Gluttony, shouted. “I’m not going back there!”
“Why would you leave this out, Rahab?” Shax asked.
“I told you the entire prophecy as it was told to me.” Rahab’s patience was wearing thin.
I gasped as my head was yanked backward by the hair, pulled against Pharzuph’s body with one hand on my throat while the other arm circled my rib cage, pinning my arms to my sides.
“Who gave you this information?” he demanded.
I could hardly breathe the words. “A nun—a Nephilim descendant of the apostle Paul’s angel.”
“Impossible!” Rahab shouted. “We would know if there had been a descendant of old on earth.” But his tone was marred by his own doubts. The crowd was beginning to unravel, and he had to know he was losing them. He threw his head back and let out a freaky hiss, calling one of his whispering spirits down to him.
“Is this true?” Rahab asked it. “Was there a Neph of light?” Everyone was quiet as the spirit whispered directly into Rahab’s mind and he answered it out loud in return. “Oh, you didn’t think it was important? Really? An unsupervised angelic Nephilim? I don’t give a damn how harmless she seemed, or if she never left the nunnery! Get away from me, you insipid idiot!” He threw out a hand, and the spirit shot back up into the dark cloud of Legionnaires.
“It doesn’t matter now,” Pharzuph said. “We have the girl. And what a rare treat it is to foil a plan of God.”
Rahab addressed the Dukes louder now, as Pharzuph continued his tight hold on my neck and body.
“None of us here can enter heaven again unless we take it by force! This stupid girl is mistaken. Lucifer holds the power now. We have no loyalties to the weak one. He thought we might be fooled by this sweet face, but we have proof that she’s out for our destruction! She was in possession of a flaming Sword of Righteousness. She killed three of our spirits just this week!”
There were gasps of horror and shrieks from above.
Pharzuph continued to hold me tightly against him as Rahab stood close.
“Where is it?” Sonellion asked.
Through clenched teeth, Pharzuph began, “It was retrieved—”
“By my son,” Shax cut in proudly.
“And disposed of,” Rahab finished. The Dukes and whisperers swelled with relief.
“How was she able to wield the sword?” asked Alocer.
Pharzuph huffed and shook his head. “We don’t know. But she did. A whisperer witnessed it.”
