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THE AGE OF APOLLYON - The Age of Apollyon Trilogy #1

THE AGE OF APOLLYON - The Age of Apollyon Trilogy #1

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Published by Mark Carver
In a grim world where Lucifer rules the nations, two estranged brothers - a jaded, disillusioned Satanist, and a ruthless Christian assassin - find their paths converge as the forces of Heaven and Hell battle for the future of humanity.
In a grim world where Lucifer rules the nations, two estranged brothers - a jaded, disillusioned Satanist, and a ruthless Christian assassin - find their paths converge as the forces of Heaven and Hell battle for the future of humanity.

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Published by: Mark Carver on May 04, 2013
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THE AGE OF APOLLYON  Book One of The Age of Apollyon Trilogy
 by Mark Carver Copyright 2012 Helping Hands Press
 PART I. Praise you, and bless you the Lord and give thanks to God,and serve God with great humility.
-St. Francis of Assisi
 , Canticle of the Sun
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 Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
-Aleister Crowley
 , The Book of the LawCHAPTER 1 Florence, Italy
The members of the congregation trembled like withered leaves shaken by thewind.Father Gregori spread his crimson-robed arms wide, his hands slicing through thequivering audience like blades. His eyes flashed and a supernatural fury filled hissoul.“I look around this sanctuary...and I see liars! Hypocrites! This temple is despoiled by imposters and pretenders! Have you forgotten what is demanded of you? Do youso easily forget the majesty, the grandeur of our Lord when he manifested himself upon our world? Do you forget who gives you life?”A shudder passed through his body, and he gasped a wheezing breath, as if inhaling a spirit to fuel his liturgical tempest. His voice exploded through theterrifying Gothic nave as sorrowful statues and fearsome gargoyles gazed down uponthe cowering flock.“You say you believe, yet you continue to doubt! How easily are his children ledastray! The enemy would have you put your trust in him, but where is he? Where are
 
the demonstrations of his power? Where are the signs and wonders that were promised?”Father Gregori’s eyes darted across the sanctuary in accusation, challenginganyone brave enough to meet his gaze for even a moment. He slammed his hand uponthe pulpit as he poured out his torrent of condemnation.“Lies! All lies! They call our Lord a deceiver, yet it is they who deceive! Do notlet their poison corrupt your ears! Do not let the acid dripping from their sanctimonious tongues burn and scorch your soul. Remember whom we serve! He isthe Supreme Lord of this world, the Almighty! Those who swear their life to him shallreap the rewards...those who do not shall suffer torment and anguish!”The priest’s portly frame trembled with valiant restraint, and he raised hisclenched fists in the air.
“Fall down on your knees!”
 With a whimper, the members of the congregation jumped from their seats andknelt down upon the cold sanctuary floor, their penitent voices swirling and twirlingtogether into a chorus of sorrow and shame.Father Gregori’s eyes rolled white and he opened his hands as he began theconcluding rite to mark the end of the service. As his ghostly voice soared through thenave, a somber procession of black-robed monks appeared from the side aisles in dualstreams that converged at the center aisle. Their deep, haunting chants intertwinedwith the priest’s rapid-fire incantations, while the congregation wept and repented.The hooded monks revealed neither their hands nor their faces. As the dark paradeapproached the altar, the stream split again, and the monks began to assemblethemselves in the choir stalls behind the priest.With a deep exhaled breath, Father Gregori closed his eyes and clasped his handsin front of his chest.
“In nomine Satanas...”
 The last monk in the gloomy procession lifted his hooded visage just enough toreveal a strong unshaven chin and clenched jaw.“...
 Dominus Terra...”
 The monk’s arms, twisted with muscles and emblazoned with sacred tattoos,emerged from beneath his black robes as he walked with slow, measured stepstowards the altar. In his hands, he clutched two sinister automatic pistols.“...
 Dominus Inferi...”

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