The Battle Sample

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The Prelude

The landscape held an internal majesty. It’s not often that one meets a region, land, that seems to invoke a soul, the way this place does. The complexity and intricacy of the upper heavens as it merged time and dimensions into an additional five levels of the shamayim, stretched on as far as the eye could see.

While Rubies adorned the roads and Jasper, clear as the night, adorned the walls. The bars of the gates, fashioned with precious metals and stones formed a canopy as it came to halt before Ridwan. A brown tunic, made of a material like chainmail draped like a shawl and cut off at the arms and midsection. Fierce white flame burned for his eyes, and the hair, burning with the absence of light, clutched to his sword, which featured sleeves and a type of pants with close-knit shoes. From his back, wings stood erect, able to rotate at any angle, at any moment.

“Remiel, we’ve been seeking for years, it can’t possibly be there.” Zechiel, with eyes of silver, reflecting both the wisdom of the ages and the harsh realities coming with the modern world. His skin a deep polished onyx, shimmering subtly in the light like polished stone with hair a cascade of silver locs, each adorned with charms and beads which exude a soft reverberating hum when he moves. Each talisman, a representative of a life he protects. Dressed in a long flowing coat made from a material which absorbs light, giving his movement a shadowy ethereal presence, and a breastplate adorned with stone and jewels, etched in ancient pre-adamic script.

Remiel, with glowing brown eyes, who told the tale of sensibility and idealism with a cropped haircut and skin like polished brass, also wore a similar outfit. He nodded to Zechiel’s statement as they surveyed the landscape.

“The Thorns,” Remiel whispered as his hand touched the ground, “Zao said The Eretz here cries of darkness. An impish sentry, but it is the cause for the corruption. If we eradicate that, then we will release Jamal to finally achieve the greatness that Yahweh has planned for him, and then step forward in healing Alicia.” Remiel says as his eyes cooled, and he took to his feet.

Zechiel, nodding, wrapped his cloak about himself, reaching out, touching the shadows, slowly, and barely perceptible, started to vibrate, then twist and moan, as the darkness seemed to build up on itself, forming into a thick bile like substance that began to bubble and gurgle until suddenly a long slender imp like lizard demon rolled out in the thick mess.

Remiel’s sword sliced through the air, the heat from his blade igniting the demon’s flesh before it disintegrated into a cloud of ash. He didn’t pause to catch his breath—the battlefield was alive with the roar of demons. He turned to see Zechiel grappling with a hulking creature, its tusks gleaming like molten metal. With a swift nod, the two angels charged into the horde. Remiel felt the weight of his wings pull him forward as his blade met the enemy, cutting through flesh and shadow with divine fury.

Suddenly.

“This is about to get interesting.” Zechiel stated.

The two watched, for a moment, when suddenly the foundation of the earth began to shake and tremble, as they noticed clouds began forming.

“It’s been underground, and was tapped into a life line, it’s falling apart.” Remiel stated, as he raised a horn to his mouth and sounded a huge blast from it.

“Do you think we will have time until reinforcements arrive?” Zechiel inquired as he pulled out his broad-staff and tightened his bracer on his left arm.

“We may not, but one thing that we know, Jamal needs to pray.” Remiel stated, at that moment, the entire meadow opened, as huge caverns and earthquakes swayed, and the ground fell away and tumbled below, and what appeared to be a bright meadow, with a small patch of thorns, now revealed itself to be fort that sat nearly fifty-feet deep, and a line of fallen spirits billowed out and sought to nearly blot out the emanation of the sun.

Zechiel and Remiel, licked the blades of their sword, as their fire ranging hair erupted from an orange-red flame, to a bright whitish blue, and huge smiles spread across their face.

“For the glory of YHWH and our eternal order,” Zechiel stated,

“For the glory of YHWH and our eternal order,” Remiel responded, “This is the result, of the spirit that escaped into the thorns years ago, look how it has grown so, now we will extinguish this blight, and move forward in reclaiming this for the glory of our Adonai.”

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Have you ever actually looked at a prayer rug? The beadwork is wonderful and exquisite, human hands work for endless weeks to fashion them, and this one, fashioned with specific herbs woven into the spool, helped to relax the mind to relax and connect to the spirit faster.

Instead, Jamal sat, studying and running his finger atop the rug.

*******

Suddenly he felt he could see the foundation of reality change, and he looked up from his mat, and an apparent darkness, and saw to huge, ten- and eleven-foot beings, that looked like men, with hair of flaming fire, racing to an onslaught of chaotic darkness before he found himself back on his prayer mat.

“God, what do I do?” Jamal thought to himself, as he looked about in this near overwhelming situation, when all time seemed to stop, and he heard a voice speak loud and clear within him.

“You have been brought here, for such a time as this, to understand the full nature and complexity of the world you live in. Now, pray, and rise, in fight, isn’t man made just a little lower, than the angels?” The voice stated, before the overwhelming chaos stopped.

“Abba Father, who art in heaven,” Jamal stated, as he gripped his fist, and from it, it felt as if electricity was surging through his frame, “Hallowed be thy name,” Jamal stated, when suddenly…

*******

As Zechiel motioned with his arm, and a huge shadow sprung from within the darkness and swallowed a horde of demons. Remiel elevated in flight before blasting through a Behemoth, it’s huge frame sinewy and thick like an otherworldly rhino, with huge hulking tusk that erected like spikes through the base of its back. It scales a mountain peak, swinging and swaying an envoy equipped with cannons. Remiel didn’t seem to notice, as he took great joy in erupting in a flame and busting the envoy, sending thousands of demons tumbling to their rest in a fiery ash.

Zechiel and Remiel noticed from the clear sky, for the first time in years, blasts of lighting rang down, taking out line after line after line of demons.

“Let’s give it a great show, shall we?” Zechiel stated, and the two barreled into the horde. Grabbing faces, punching, ripping wings off beings, and using their bodies as battering rams to clear space and keep distance. “This is the one bit of darkness that’s lasted for many years, that he’s become aware of again, and will now be the proper source of true deliverance on multiple levels. Glory be to YHWH.” Zechiel roared.

As Michael’s prayers waxed stronger, Zechiel, and Remiel led an aerial assault, side by side, taking out horde after horde of fallen angels. As they looked at the ground below them, nearly a Kilimanjaro sized mountain of ash lay behind, and the bright glow of light, that signaled reinforcements, was now as huge as the sun, as the thundering of their wings, sounded like thunder and lightning in the sky.

Remiel grabbed a demon by its neck before casually tossing it a coming onslaught of its fallen brethren.

“It seems that imp, that had now grown into a higher-level principality, for maintaining control on the land for so long.” Remiel said with a growling laugh as he looked around for Zechiel.

From the center of the ash a bright glowing ethereal light erupted, as chains sprang forth, gripping each being, one by one, clasping over each fallen angel. Faster and faster, it continued moving, until it reached and grabbed the last one, slamming it to the earth, sending the ash over the skyline in a huge cascade that favored a post-apocalyptic nuclear battle.

The glowing red ball, that was once as bright as the sun, made its way through the ash, as Zechiel landed.

Zechiel and Remiel were huge, appearing well over 12 ft in height, some appearing as men, others appearing as huge eyeballs with wings, and eyes that decorated their interiors. Others as men with faces that morphed into various creatures seen in the earth and the heavens, and more, made their way, all poised and ready in battle. They were led, by an African, who appeared as Prince, with an array of stones, etched in Aramaic, that glowed, he stood nearly 12 ft in height, and as he looked at the bound fallen angels, he walked to Jamal and greeted him with a hug, picking him up off of his feet.

He motioned to the other angelic beings, who began taking the fallen angels and binding them, before they teleported off-world to the higher levels of heaven for the fallen angels to receive their judgment by YHWH.

A bright flash filled the sky and in an instant, Zor’El stood on the battlefield.

“I must have missed the onslaught?” Zor’El stated.

******

Ikta sat in his kingdom when he noticed the eruption of light erupting through the darkest part of the kingdom of Jamal’s heart. Terror filled his heart

“My life, I’ve been a heathen for the last few years.” Jamal said,

“And YHWH gives all people a chance to be redeemed. How else would you be given an opportunity to start a journey to bind spirits at this level? You showed great work on the field today, and now that you have a true working quantitative view, of how prayer and the level of imagination in the mind works, to apply in faith, I Imagine you will do more to help, then your life previously showed.” The prince said, and in a flash, Jamal awakened on his prayer mat, and for the first time in years, he felt a cool calm within, that brought him back to all those years ago, of the naïve faith he had, while ministering to Alicia in the New York Diner.

The terrain streaking by in a flash, as the castle that housed Jamal’s soul erupted in a flash of light which sent Ikta and the pending enclave reeling backwards. Leathery wings singed as the light burst through the thick mass of demons and to the sky, forming a large hole.

Within an instant, the years of darkness, that spread and spread, was placed to a cease.

The African, standing strong with the Arabian and Indian, all smiled, as they felt the prayers of Jamal wrapping endlessly over and over, repelling Ikta and Maldurham, and the mess of evil. Which had plagued the region endlessly for years.

The teaming huddled mass of demons and behemoths, thousands and thousands strong, immediately dissipated to dust, from the Light.

Chapter One

The scent of the trees and surreal nature of the country within the bustling city is enough to lull you into a trance. The wood grain on the steering wheel might’ve snapped if it had not been made by such a prestigious corporation.

The flitting of the light through the trees, set a cascading aura on Jamal’s brown eyes as the wind rushed over the white mid 2000s Subaru. He’d normally drum his fingers on the steering wheel and be lost to any number of melodies on his playlist, but today was different.

As space and distance slowly gave way, at the end of the long winding road he saw a house that brought back a cascading flood of emotions. In the last eighteen years, he’d returned here only twice. Each of those previous times, feeling like a hollow shell of himself. Except for this time, where he noticed a different zest of energy and inspiration that he hadn’t felt. Except for this first stage.

He came in under the cover of night. The dusk, creeping at the edge of the headlights, all too happy to reclaim their setting again as soon as the car whizzed down the street. What was different about this journey, is the first time in twenty years that his father awoke.

Jamal had a dream, after his prayer experience that jolted him out of his sleep. Then in the morning, his mother called and stated that somehow, his Father awoke, demanding a plate of Okra and cornbread with red beans and rice. The doctor said one meal of this nature shouldn’t hurt.

Many memories of the past came flooding to Jamal’s mind, being 18 and present with his father when the stroke that induced the coma happened. Losing Alicia, his brother inheriting his father’s church, and the years of letdown that led to him moving to the opposite third of the U.S. for nearly eighteen years.

Allowing the engine to idle for a moment, even being canopied under various Oak and Magnolia trees seemed to still not stop Jamal from feeling he was sticking out like a sore thumb. The street lights under the two-car garage and porch lights set off a creepy glow over the walk up to the front yard. His watch read 3:20 AM, if everyone was just recovering from twenty years of coma related stress, then resting would be high on the list.

As he got to the front of the house to retrieve the spare room key from its wonderful rock stash, he noticed the top of the roof had tarp draped over some parts, and the rafters and other parts of the house didn’t look as lively as it once did.

Reaching past the tulips, he grabbed the rock and key, making his way around to the backyard.

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