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DOMINION
First Century BC;
Stormy skies, heavy rain pours over a violent sea.
The Islands of Ophir are a mysterious region with seven
thousand landmass breaking up into smaller Islands. The
Island of Katagusan burns brightly with volcanic mist,
shimmering in the murky night.
Above the Island thunder and lighting displays their
violent tempers. Battle cries echo with the clang of metal
upon metal. The sky illuminates with sparks eddy from
swords as two armored Malakhim hack at each other.
Detinos, Satan of Ophir, clad in red armor, continues
whacking at Suri’el, one of the four Hayyoth,
“It's pointless to fight against me Suri'el, Heyl’el
owns this region and I am its guardian.” Proudly yells
Detinos.
The two clash in a stalemate,
“Detinos as I remember you and your master lost
the war in Shamayim! And you will surely lose this one!”
Suri'el declared.
“Your overconfidence in Hashem is your weakness,
princess!” Detinos angrily retorts as they continue battling.
“Since when has the creature become greater than
the Creator, you Satans changed the truth of Aravat into a
lie, causing man to worship and serve the creature more
than the Creator, who is blessed forever.” Suri'el says,
She uses some fancy swordplay cutting Detino’s
cheek,
“Aravat is my strength,” Suri'el declared.

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 Detinos backhands Suri'el, she topple across the
sky, she manages to get a foothold using her wings, and
lunges back at Detinos with two fist, she hits the Prince of
Katagusan , he plummets out of control,
“It ends here Detinos!” Suri'el confidently yells.
Detinos disappears and appears from behind, he
sucker punches Suri'el unconscious, she goes into a freefall,
dropping to Adamah. Detinos watches with crazed eyes,
“A fallen Keruv, to be weak is miserable, doing or
suffering: but of this be sure, to do good never will be our
task; but ever to do wicked is our sole delight: as being
contrary to Aravat’s high will whom we resist,” Detinos
laughs.
Suri'el struggles to open her eyes; she fixes her gaze
on Detinos, her eyes ignite with power as she conjures a
spell in her Malakhim language,
“Res, Kuff, Teth, Belh, Daleth, Zade”
Energy bursts from Suri'el’s hands hitting Detinos,
with the Malakhim magic, that entangles him in a web that
tightly binds him. He lets out a loud agonized roar. Sparks
shoot out of every part of his body as he spins out of
control,
“If you had come peaceably to me to help me, my
heart would be knitted to you; but since you have come to
betray me to my adversaries brother, there is no wrong in
my hands, may Aravat our fathers look thereon, and rebuke
you."
Detinos is closed up into a large Black Crystal Orb
with silver malakhim markings; as it plunges into the
molten lava below.

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 “Aravat is my rock, my fortress, my deliverer;
Aravat is my shelter, in whom I take refuge, He is my
shield, the horn of Yeshuati, His Word is my stronghold,
my refuge my Y’shua, from the violence you saved me.”
Suri’el gives praise to Elohim.
She sheaths her sword, a portal opens at the top of
the firmament,
“Home, finally” Suri’el smiles.
She flexes her wings, plunges through the portal, as
it closes.

THE LADY
Present day, over the land of Katagusan; storm
clouds slowly roll in over the region. Mary Queen of
Heaven Cathedral, man’s ingenuity sits as queen among
the modern structures of this region, this spiritual home of
Katagusan’s community. It is the seat of Archbishop Agbay
who stands on the site of the first Cathedral in Katagusan.
The architectural structure is made of sandstone.
Mary Queen of Heaven is not only a legacy from
the past; but also it is a vital part of the present spiritual and
cultural life of this city and her nation.
One may see many features on the outside of the
building; the canopies and idols in the northern gable, the
text ancient writing and other invocations carved high up
on the walls; the many carved idol heads which gaze
benignly down. The towers and turrets, the more menacing
figures of gargoyles.

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 Inside the church, the eye is drawn forward, along
the length of the nave, toward the white pinnacles of the
High Altar Screen, the rich colors of the Great North
Window beyond. The columns of the main arcade are of the
same warm sandstone as the exterior and interior walls,
which has also been used in the vaulted ceilings of the side
aisles and chapels.
The ceiling of the chancel is vaulted in timber, and
the roof of the nave is of double hammer beam
construction. Looking up towards the ceilings, the visitor
will notice many more of the saintly heads first seen on the
outside walls. Standing at the pulpit with a book open is the
Archbishop Agbay preparing for his nightly services,
“But I say to you, whoever divorces his wife unless
the marriage is unlawful causes her to commit adultery” he
says out loud.
The Governor’s wife, Mrs. Sarah; she enters
through the main doors, grabbing Agbay’s attention. She
gracefully walks to the altar of the Cathedral. Agbay
recognizes her.
“Mrs. Sarah, it's an honor to see you,” Agbay says
as he greets her at the bottom of the altar.
She kisses his ring.
“I need your help” she says with urgency.
The Archbishop jests her to the confessional box.
“Let's talk in the confession box” He suggests.
They walk to the confessional box.
Agbay opens the confession slider door, Mrs. Sarah
kneels,
I need an Annulment, my husband has been having
an affair with a young lady” She confesses.

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 “Do you have evidence for this accusation? By our
laws you need to have proof” Agabay informs.
“I have the proof, I secretly hired a PI to spy on my
husband,” Mrs. Sarah explains.
“Give me your evidence, and I will personally see
to it that you’ll be annulled,” Agbay says.
“You’ll have it tomorrow on your desk” Mrs. Sarah
says as she leaves the confessional.

INFIDELITY
“Election season where every politician is trying to
win your vote. Reelect Governor Anthony Ramos, husband
of Lady Sarah who has helped the children's foundations
for the hungry for the last four years.
“Family Matters,” says the Image of Governor
Ramos.
“Vote for Anthony Ramos,” ends the commercial on
the flat, wall-size high definition television.
Anthony is in bed with Lusinda, she snuggles up to
him as he flips off the television.
“You look good on the t.v,” she says as she kisses
him.
He rolls on top of her,
“When I win this election, I will give you anything
you want,” he says as they playfully interact with one
another.
“Your Orgaintion is very important for my
election,” Anthony continues.
“Hikvision will support you, if you win,” Lusinda
says.

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 “What do you mean if I win? My wife and I have
won the people to our cause.
She straddles him,
“You have one problem my dear,” she says.
“And what would that be?” Anthony questions with
curiosity.
“Your wife, if she finds out we are doing time with
one another rather than office work, you won’t be just
losing your head over your election,” she laughs playfully.
Anthony laughs as he pulls her in under the covers,
“She doesn’t know, and what we're dining is for
business as agreed,” he says.
“Not only for business my dear, a partnership for
our future endeavors,” Lusinda playfully opens herself to
Anthony.
A few weeks later the Governor is sitting at his
desk, his wife Sarah comes walking in with a gentle stern
face,
“Darling it is good to see you,” he says, greeting her
with a hug and a kiss.
But he’s met with a coldness from Sarah,
“Dear I have something for you, but you need to sit
down,” she says as she takes a seat across the Governor's
desk.
Anthony feels nervous and suspicious of Sarah’s
cold reactions as he takes his seat.
“You know I am not too fond of surprises,” he says.

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 “You know as well as I do dear, there are always
good surprises and bad surprises and it is those bad
surprises that bring the worst out of people especially those
whom you give your life to and how they break your trust
by doing bad surprises,” she calmly says.
Anthony, feeling the bite of her words, forces a
smile and ignores the guilt of his conscience.
“I understand, but why are you here today?” He
asks nervously, hiding his fears.
“Since you like to play games; where are you going
to play a game? The way this game works is I am going to
ask you a question and if you answer correctly you will win
a prize; but if you answer incorrectly you're going to lose
everything,” she playfully says.
Anthony wrestlers with his conscience,
“Dear, you’ve got me at a disadvantage. I have
appointments to keep, I have no time to play these games,”
he sternly says.
Sarah looks at him sternly,
“You will play this game or I will make sure you
lose everything,” she says sternly.
Anthony lets out a sigh as he sits back in his chair,
“Ask your question,” he softly says aloud.
Sarah looks him in the eye,
“Are you having an affair with a business associate
of yours to win this election?” she lovingly asks.
Anthony nervously smiles and looks her back in the
eye,
“No dear, I am not cheating on you,” he says.
Sarah pulls out a letter and hands it to him.

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 “Is this the prize?” he says looking at her as if
something is at an amis.
“Oh it's a surprise,” she says, holding her emotions
back.
Anthony opens the letter and reads it. He is taken by
surprise,
“A letter of annulment? You can’t do this,” he says,
raising his voice.
“And you should not be committing adultery to win
the election,” Sarah calmly says.
“I am innocent till proven guilty; there is no proof
doing such a crime against you,” he proudly defends
himself.
Sarah sits calmly and pulls out her photo evidence
and drops them on the desk. Anthony’s jaw drops,
aspirating with anxiety.
“You see dear, if you would have told me the truth, I
could understand and get counseling for our marriage.
After all, we are human and we do make mistakes.
I do understand your position and the stress that you
endure; and it breaks my heart that you endure so much.
But you lied to me to cover up your sin for your election.
I am not important enough for you, so I release
you,” she says, putting wedding ring on his desk.
“You can’t do this to me, I will lose the election,”
he protests.

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 “But it gives you the right to commit adultery
against me, who loved you with all I have and more. As a
leader of a country don’t you know that committing
adultery brings death to the land? Now you just tasted the
first of many deaths you will discover,” Sarah says with a
heavy heart.
She walks out of Anthony's office, he is fuming
mad, he looks at the document and sees the Archbishop's
name signed. He sits and pushes a button on an intercom,
“Grace, I want all building permits for the
Archdiocese to be stopped,” he urged his authority to get
back at Archbishop Agbay.
“Yes sir,” Grace responded.
Anthony sits in his chair feeling the loss of his wife.

THE PROJECT
Three weeks later Cardinal Mauro is sitting at an
open cafe with Governor Anthoney.
“I am glad you made it Governor, the Archdiocese
is wondering why you stopped the endorsement of the
building permits of the homes for Orphanages?”
The Cardinal questions.
“Ever Since you self righteous hypocrites permitted
Sarah the annulment of my marriage. My campaign is on
the rocks and quickly sinking, I had to cut the coast just to
stay afloat, ” The Governor says with a tone of hostility.
Cardinal Mauro, sips on his tea,
“I assure you, Governor, I know nothing about this
annulment. Who signed the papers?” he questions.

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 “It was Archbishop Agbay who signed the papers.
The way I see it Cardinal, I need my wife to win this
election, you need those permits to open your Orphanages
homes. Fix the problem you’ll get your permits,” Anthony
orders as he leaves the cafe.
The Cardinal sips on his tea pondering, as Anthoney
drives off.
Archbishop Agbay is in his study, along with his
assistant Gissel. They are going through some
archaeological documents of the black crystal orb of power.
“Are you sure about this, Agbay, what is so
significant about this artifact that you hired one of the most
expensive archaeologists in our country?” Gissel asks.
Agbay smiles,
“Yes, Dr. Rayan is a bit pricey, but he always
delivers. And for this relic it connects to my family
bloodline, my great grandfather was captain of a ship and
did a lot of exploration in his time. Let me tell you the tale
of this legend.

LEGAZPI
The year was Fifteen sixty five, the ship Legazpi an
explorer ship and it was caught in a violent storm that
engulfed the Visayan region. A strong earthquake shook
adamah, lightning and thunder arose over the region. But
my great grandfather, Captain Esteban, saw the most
amazing thing, an island from the depths of the ocean’s
womb appeared, immediately catching the attention of his
seafaring explorers and missionaries.

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 The storm dissipated, the Legazpi settled near the
island, under the night sky, an eerie glow could be seen
emanating from the mountains. Bishop Andres de Urdaneta
and Captain Esteban look at each other, their imaginations
pricked with superstition.
Bishop Andres de Urdaneta gives an odd expression
“Island of Fire” they said in their native language.
“We explore the Island and replenish what we lost
in the storm,” Captain Esteban commanded.
He gathered a crew of five marines who love to
fight; along with their religious ambassador Bishop Adnres
de Urdaneta. The Captain sees the fear in his crew’s eyes
and speaks out to encourage them,
“Drive away your fears, you're trained to fight, let's
move on” commands Captain Esteban.
The Captain and his crew drop their life boats from
the Legazpi and paddle to the island, as they climb to shore,
they are met with the island’s ruler King Kihod. The
Bishop approached the native king and asked,
“What's your name?” he asks in a polite way.
King Kihod greets his strang guest,
“si Kihod '' he replied.
The Bishop thought he meant it as the name of the
island. The Captain and his crew rejoiced as they were
welcomed to the island. King Kihod took care of his guests
as they stayed for thirty days.
On the last night of the thirty days, under the new
moon, the Captain and his crew were exploring the thick
forestry generally made up of an abundance of Molave and
Balet trees, and as they came to an opening of the forest
they were amazed.

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 A population of fireflies light up the island with
their eerier yellow glow, they discover a shrine with an Idol
of a Mal’akh guarding a cave where the Dark Crystal Orb
rests deep inside.
King Kihod led the sailors, and he warned them,
“These sacred grounds do not disturb or take the
Dark Crystal Orb for it will bring chaos and death.” warns
King Kihod.
Little did the Captain know that two of his men
went ahead of them and they entered into the cave. The
Bishop exams the statue, he sees a hebrew word engraved
in the rock, he was able to read the inscription,
“Yichye,” the Bishop says.
A sudden deafening is felt through the nature of the
island, King Kihod’s people scattered with fright, the
fireflies lights faded leaving the glow of the torches of the
Captain's crew to illuminate the area.
Screams come from the cave along with a deep low
roar, the two men who sojourn into the cave come flying
out landing before King Kihod’s feet dead. The Captain
and his remaining crew took their weapons out ready for
anything, King Kihod runs off, and through the perspective
of the men they saw as monstrous creatures, standing
twelve feet tall.
It has a human-like skull face, its body looking like
a balete tree with hands. The Captain and his men engaged
the demon. During the battle the idol Mal’akh’s stone
surface cracks, Remiel a massive Guardian, awakes from
his deep sleep, the rock crumbles, as he steps forward
hearing the roar of the Góra and humans alike,

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 “Sial, Yahuah Aravat” Remiel painfully says
regaining his strength.
His wings unfurl as he magically geared up in his
holy armor, he pulls out lance from through to hand, takes
to the sky. One by one the Góra killed off the Captain’s
men, when the demon took hold of the Bishop and the
Captain, to their surprise the beast was forcefully pinned to
the cave entrance and turned to stone.
Remiel, lands folding his wings breaking the
Captain and the Bishop free, the three look at each other for
a moment, and Remiel the Mal’akh vanishes from their
sight.
“That is why excavation is important to me.” Abay
finishes his tall tale.

DISPUTE
Gissel laughs, just when Cardinal Mauro walks in.
“Cardinal Mauro, what brings you here?”
The Cardinal glances at Gissel,
“Could you excuse us please,” He says.
Gissel leaves, the Cardinal gives Agbay a letter,
“You are here by excommunication from the
Archdiocese, as the Archbishop,” The Cardinal coldly
says.
Agbay reads the letter and then looks at the
Cardinal,
“May I ask why?” he demanded.

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 “Due to the instability of your investigation of
Governor Anthony and his wife Lady Sarah you issued a
letter of annulment without the proper authority of the
mother church, causing us a saver hit for the Orphanage
project” The Cardinal explains.
“In my defense, Lady Sarah had evidence of her
husband committing adultery, so I gave it to her,” Agbay
argues.
“Well the annulment you issued has been revoked.
You Agabay have been stripped from all your rights and
privileges; you will now serve as a monk, you are to be
reeducated in the proper orders of the mother church,” The
Cardinal stated as he left Agbay’s study room.
Agbay is stricken with hate and grief, and his
thoughts flipped looking for a way to have his vengeance.
He looks at his desk of the project that is already in motion.
“No doubt they are going to shut down my
operations,” he grumbles under his breath.
Agabay opens a secret compartment of an black Ido
of a Mal’akh, he kneels down before it and prays,
“Oh avenging warrior of the sky, what must I do
for revenge?” He prays before the idol.
Detinos is in the room, standing next to his image
and he is amuze of this Holy Man’s rebellion. The fallen
prince uses his telekinesis to cause a journal book of
Agbay’s Great GrandFather fall off the bookshelf.
“Vengeance you want, vengeance I need, now look
at the recipe and you and I will be,” Detinos says with a
glee.

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 Agbay picks up his journal and reads. Detinos stand
behind him,
“Retrieve my full power that Orb is my source,”
Detineos chuckles.
The fallen prince enters his Idol, as Agbay
approaches it and begins to pray once again. Detinos moves
the idol’s head grabbing Agbay’s attention.
“Agbay let us join as one to complete our revenge
then I will be your God and you my King to rule these
misguided fools?” Detinos tempts.
Agaby accepts, Detinos emerges from the Idol, he
then enters Agbay’s body and the two become one.

ELEVENTH HOUR
Later on the Island of Katagusan, Dr. Rayan, an
average middle aged male, is dressed like “Jack Hunter ''
who is peering through a surveyor instrument, taking
readings on a spot of an ancient relic that holds the mystery
of power.
“What do we have here?” he mutters to himself as
he marks in his journal.
Beth, a pre graduate of Archaeology, a young
woman with natural beauty, long black hair, who is dressed
in the same manner as Dr. Rayan, sketching out the view.
“Find something?” she asked as she continued
drawing.
“A matter of fact, there beneath the old balete tree.
There is a cave with a giant tree-like creature called a
Góra.” he gleamed with excitement.

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 Beth takes hold of her camera and zooms in and
sees the monstrous creature near the cave,
“There is something you don’t see everyday,” she
says with a smile, taking a few snapshots.
“It looks like pre flood” she observes.
“You're absolutely correct and I know that orb of
power is here,” Dr. Rayan says.
“Do you really think that it's in that cave?” Beth
asks with curiosity.
“Archbishop Agbay's charts are not too clear, so we
can never be sure about anything until we actually dig.” Dr.
Rayan says with a bit of excitement.
“It’s only legendary, nothing more” Beth says as he
packs her bags.
“Yes but don’t underestimate ethnographic studies,
for their stories have concluded a mysterious object falling
from the sky.” Dr. Rayan concludes as he packs his gear.
“Ethnographers studied in this area from the early
twentieth century are inconclusive.” Beth argues.
“Beth no matter how illogical things seem to be,
we’re just humans not Malakhim. So we strive under the
hot sun, taking every bit of information we can. Then
putting it together like a big jigsaw puzzle just to find a
clue.” He says.
Dr. Rayan smiles, fixing his hat.
“Come let’s get a cold drink and start digging in the
morning,” he says as they walk off.
Beth smiles as she follows.

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 The cool of the day, Dr. Rayan and Beth arrive at
their campsite. A jeep rides in on site, Giselle a beauty in
her own right, with glasses and beanie cap, jumps out of
her vehicle and approaches Dr. Rayan, and hands him
documents.
“Dr. Rayan, I presume? She coldly says.
He drops his gear and greets her with a firm
handshake.
“Yes, and this is my colleague Beth Winters, I am
glad you're here Miss?” He introduces fishing for her name.
“I am Giselle Lou and I am here from the
Archdiocese of Mary, Queen of Heaven.” she says.
“Oh, so you're here with the grants to finish this
excavation?” Dr. Rayan questions.
“No, I am here to tell you, that you have twenty
four hours to vacate this site”
“Why, may I ask?” Beth interjects.
Dr. Rayan overlooks the paperwork fuming mad.
“We, the chairman of the mother church, feel that
this crystal orb that Agbay is obsessed with, can be a threat
not just to him but to our nation!” Giselle says with a
superiority complex.
“A threat? Can you be a little bit more specific, is
this a nuclear threat, a threat of war?” Beth speaks her
mind.
Giselle gives Beth a haughty look “Who are you?”
Dr. Rayan steps between the two women,
“Archbishop Agbay is in charge of this project,” Dr.
Rayan says.
Giselle adjusts her glasses with a smug look,

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 “The Archbishop has been excommunicated, for his
radical thinking,” Giselle says with a tone of aggression.
Beth steps up to Giselle ready to hit her with some
colorful words, Dr.Rayan interjects,
“Beth, it's okay, they hired us, they can fire us, but
for courtesy sake Miss Giselle, can you please be a bit
more clear on why this is happening?” Dr. Rayan asks,
calming both women down.
“The Black Crystal Orb holds a lot of mysteries of
mysticism and if it falls into the wrong hands, well lets just
say we feel it could collapse the foundational structure of
Mother church.”
“No doubt they want to conceal the truth to control
it themselves!” Beth interjects coldly.
“Dr. Rayan I know how you feel, but it won’t
change the jurisdiction; you have twenty four hours to
finish this project.” She jumps back into her jeep and drives
off.
“This is preposterous!” Beth says.
“I agree!” Dr. Rayan concurred.
“But we’re so close!” Beth complains.
“I know, but the Catholics think otherwise, so we
have to evacuate in twenty-four hours!” Dr. Rayan says
calculating a plan..
“What about the crystal orb?” Beth asks.
“Tonight we have one chance, so we’re going
fishing!” Dr. Rayan says with a smile.
He heads for his tent, Beth looks out over the dig
sight as the workmen continue their hard labor.

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 DARK CRYSTAL ORB
Deep inside the Katagusan cave, thick fog covers
the ground, beams of light flashes through the dense
atmosphere. Dr. Rayan and Beth slowly move through the
cave,
“Are you sure that the crystal is down here?” Beth
asks.
“Since when are we ever certain of anything, it's the
journey that matters?” Dr. Rayan laughs.
Dr. Rayan flashes his light on a wall, and he sees
petroglyphs telling about a battle with the god-like warrior
with the evil god who is concealed in a star that fell like
lightning from the sky. Beth wide eye is taken to the story,
“We’ve found it.” she says with a smile.
They hear drips of water echoing, as they continue
to follow the petroglyphs.
“It sure looks like it; but learn to be patient Beth
because sometimes the illusion can be fatal,” Dr. Rayan
instructs.
Beth pulls out a ball of string from her knapsack
and ties it down.
“What are you doing?” Dr, Rayan asks.
“Archeology 101, making a trail so we won’t get
lost as you taught us in our first semester.” Beth laughs.
Dr. Rayan laughs, adjusts his hat and continues to
adventure into the unknown, with Beth who follows.
An eerie light shimmers in the dark pool water that
sits in the center of the cave, a large statue of a winged
gargoyle sitting in the pool holding out the Black Crystal
Orb with silver markings of angelic script.

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 Dr. Rayan and Beth see the statue from a distance,
Dr. Rayan points,
“Look” he says with excitement.
He and Beth sprint over to the statue, both feeling
excited for finding the Black Crystal Orb.
“Would you look at this, it's bigger than I thought it
would be.” Beth says taking photoshots of the artifact.
They circle the object, Beth rushes into the pool
finding herself in hip deep of water, she continues to shoot
the Orb,
“There are some markings here in a language I have
never seen before” she states.
Dr. Rayan slowly walks into the pool and looks at
the markings,
“It’s the language of Malakhim, just like Kanaan in
the twenty-ninth jubilee, he found writings which in the
former generations that had carved on rocks, and he read
what what was on them, and he transcribed it and sinned
owing to it; for it contained the teaching of the Watchers in
accordance with which they used to observe the omens of
the sun and moon and stars in all the signs of sky,” Dr.
Rayan concurs.
Beth continues to takes snapshots for archives,
“Interesting,” she says humuring Dr. Rayan
Dr. Rayan translates the markings with his
electronic decoder’
“Detinos fallen Prince, opened, suffered, wrath of
Satan.” He reads aloud.
“Who or what is Detinos?” Beth questions.
Dr. Rayan glances at Beth then back at the
markings,

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 “Detinos is the evil mal’akh of these regions, he is
one of the seventy Satans to bring death and destruction.”
Dr. Rayan explains as he continues to overlook the statue.
“No doubt that this crystal orb is the prison of
Detinos!” he concludes
Beth stops taking pictures.
“Really, so why would the Archbishop be interested
in finding this cursed object?” she asks.
Dr. Rayan gives a look of suspicion and takes a
guess, “I don’t know maybe because only a man ordained
by God can open it!” he concludes.
“Good guess Doctor but he has been
excommunicated from the Archdiocese!” Beth says as she
continues taking snapshots.
“He did help us with the funds for this excavation,
that's all that matters to me.” Dr. Rayan says taking hold of
the Black Crystal Orb.
“It doesn't really matter; I do have other plans for
this!” He says.
“Other plans?” Beth askes.
“I'm going to give it to the museum,” Dr. Rayan
says.
“And what about Agbay?” Beth questions.
Dr. Rayan lowers the Black Crystal Orb, “As a man
of the cloth he should understand.” Dr. Rayan says.
“Or maybe he hates the Catholics and wants
revenge,” Beth thinks aloud, she smiles as she moves out of
the pool.
“Let’s get the hell out of here. This place gives me
the creeps!” Beth says.
“I agree.” He says as moves out of the pool.

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 “As soon as we get back to the surface we'll place
this beauty in a crate and send it to Katagusan's Museum.”
Dr. Rayan says.
Beth sees a shadow of a winged humanoid.
“Doc, we're not alone in here!” She says nervously.
Dr. Rayan flashes his flashlight in different
directions and they see nothing.
“Just shadows playing tricks with your eyes.” He
says as they follow their string trail.
Beth’s eyes are full of fear as she glances at Dr.
Rayan.
“Yea right! I am out of here!” she says running off.
Dr. Rayan runs after her, “Beth wait up, there is
nothing to be afraid of,” he yells out.
Dr. Rayan is trying to catch up and trips over a rock
and slowly sinks into a sinkhole.
“Beth help!” he yells out.
Beth skids to a stop and spins around.
“This better not be a joke Doctor!”
Beth hears Dr. Rayan’s desperate cry bouncing off
the walls of the cave.
“Beth help, Beth!”
Beth finds her courage and races off to save Dr.
Rayan, and she skids to another stop and sees Dr. Rayan
hip deep in quicksand.
“Hold on Doc!” Beth says, grabbing Dr. Rayan’s
hand.
“What would I do without you?” Dr. Rayan says in
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 “I can’t let you die now Doc, I need those grades to
pass this course,” she jokes back, as she slowly pulls him
out.
The Black Crystal Orb glows with a green light and
it starts to burn Dr. Ryan’s hand.
“Drop the damn Crystal!” Beth yells.
Dr. Rayan tries to let go, but the orb has a mind of
its own, as it continues to sizzle his hand. He yells as he
desperately tries to let it go.
“It wont let me,” He yells.
Dr. Rayan ignites into flames.
“Doc!” she yells as she jumps back watching Dr.
Rayan turns into a burnt statue from the green flames; she
quickly sprints off to exit.
The ambience is deathly quiet, water dripping from
the background, the gargoyle eyes light up, Detinos’ spirit
takes on the image of a tall slender Monk dressed in a red
hooded cloak, his face buried deep under the hood. The
fallen Mal’akh moves over the petrified Dr. Rayan.
“You humans are so imperfect; which is why I need
a vessel to influence my will over your race.”
The Monk sees the Orb in Dr. Rayan’s dead hand
and he looks upon it with glowing red eyes.
“The hour is at hand,” said the Monk, as he takes
the Orb and vanishes in a mist. Dr. Rayan crumbles to
dust.

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 GHOUL
Night sky, clouds cover the moon, they slowly
reveal the luminary’s glory. BLACKWELL ASYLUM
Hospital, abandoned relic of the early seventh century
Kolzum colony. From the outside, this building appears
menacing and imposing. It's surrounded by dead trees and
plants. The windows are dark and filled with shadows that
play tricks on your eyes. The Hospital is shrouded in a pale
mist which leaked from its cracked panels and splintered
beams.
With every cloud of swirling vapor, the house
seemed to be breathing deeply, like a dragon with smoking
nostrils. Outside, clumps of rotten leaves clung to the base
of the Hospital and a few clawed marks scraped out of the
dirt and up the walls. Lights flicker through the mist; A
young Journalist in his mid twenties, is investigating
missing people from this region. He slowly moves about
the abandoned Hospital speaking into his voice recorder,
feeling nervous with apprehension.
“The abandoned hospital or asylum, is a Hispania
design 1860, in 1936 this two story facility was shut down
for over two decades; Reasons unknown.” the Journalist
says, clicking off the recorder.
The Journalist turns into another room, we see what
looks like a torture room, with rustic tools and torture
furniture. Almost like a Dr. Frankenstein’s, mad lab. The
journalist continues to record his every move.
“I just came across a torture room, genetic splicing,
mutation. This is a mad scientist smorgasbord of
manipulation. What did they create I wonder? Is this the
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 An unearthly growl, a ghastly white, hunched back,
pointed ear, hairless creature with elongated talons and
sharp teeth, scurries around on the ceiling.
The Journalist feels an overwhelming feel of horror.
He slowly leaves the torture room. The ghoul follows in the
shadows. The Journalist comes to a deadend of the hospital.
He speaks into his recorder.
“I am being hunted by a genetic monster created by
the geneticist of the early twenties.”
The Ghoul drops in from the ceiling, the Journalist
stays calm and continues to record every passing second.
“Now I see the creature, it's a ghoul!”
The ghoul slowly approaches the Journalist. He
grabs his gun and shoots at the monster and misses the
abomination, it roars and hisses as it pounces onto the
Journalist instantly killing him.
Before the Creature could consume its victim, it
scurries away for out of fright it senses a holy presence of a
holy warrior.
Azrael enters on scene, he’s hunting the Ghoul who
lurks in the “BLACKWELL ASYLUM”, he stops and sniffs
the air,
“Decayed flesh, definitely the right spot.” Azrael
mutters to himself slowly and defensively moves into the
foyer, he follows his trail then sees the recently dead
Journalist.
“Another victim,” Azrael says, feeling grief for the
Journalist.
He takes a knee, and reads the ID of the Journalist.
“ARETH EGAEL GAZETTE”

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 He examines the body. He pushes a button on his
bracer and a HUD opens up scanning the victims injuries;
as the window opens we see Gibbons on the monitor.
“Status report.” Gibbons askes.
“Unfortunately we have another victim, Male, 20’s
laceration across the chest, according to my readings he was
killed by having his neck snapped.” Azrael informs.
“Any Idea what kind of creature could have done
this?” Gibbons askes.
“We are in dark times, Gibbons; it could be
anything; but I do not believe it's supernatural; it's more
genetic than spiritual.” Azrael gives his analysis.
He looks down and see a recorder,
“Wait, we may have an answer.” Azrael continues
as he pics up the Journalist recorder, and presses the button
and listens to the Journalist words.
“It's a ghoul.” said the Journalist from his recorder.
Gibbons quickly responds, as he inputs an image of the
creature on Azrael’s HUD.
“A Ghoul is a mythical creature originating in
Kolzum, often described as a hideous human-like monster
that dwelt in the desert or other secluded locations in order
to lure travelers astray. They are cannibals created by
wizards.” Gibbons concludes.
“Understood Azrael out,” he says, shutting off his
HUD.
Azrael draws Brimstone, as he senses the foul beast
stalking him. Before Azrael could pull the trigger, the
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 The two battle with one another exchanging blows.
He kicks the beast through a few walls, it leaps back at him,
our hero spins in a circular defense, removing the Ghoul's
head from its shoulders with his elbow blade.
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem!” Azrael says killing the Ghoul.
The beast thuds to the ground, its head rolls. Azrael
grabs his gun and sheaths it,
“The time has come when the souls of men will not
endure sound teachings, but having itching ears they will
accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own
passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and
wander off into myths,” Azrael says as he walks away.

DETOINOS
The chapel of the Queen of Heaven, its stone walls
give a cold lifeless ambience with its candles flickering in
their red glass containers.
Archbishop Agbay dressed in black, his lengthy
dark hair silhouette against the back light, his bishounen
look is partly bathed in shadows as he stands in the quiet
chapel, staring at the beautiful architect of the altar, talking
to his idol Santo Nino,
“Twenty years I have waited for this.” He says.
Agbay moves over to the image of the life size
crucifix,
“And soon I shall be like you, Son of the most High.
I will take my vengeance on this wretched religion for
excommunicating me!” He expresses hostility in his tone.
The Monk in red robes appears next to Agbay, its
eyes glowing red. Agbay kneels before the Monk, “Lord
Detoinos, you honor me,” Agbay says.

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 “Oh stop your groveling,” Detoinos says in a raspy
whisper.
Agbay stands as his visitor holds out the Crystal
Black Orb, “The key to our transfiguration,” he says.
Agbay puts his hand out, the Monk places the Black
Crystal Orb into his hand.
“Now the first phase is complete! Prepare for the
second,” Detoinos says with glee.
Agbay stairs at the Orb,
“What is the second phase my lord,” asks Agbay.
“The hunter's moon will be upon us soon, you will
bring me a virgin child of royal blood, it will be sacrificed
to me; at my shrine in the forbidden forest; the blood of the
pure will break my bonds.
I will send you a sorcerer to retrieve the sacrifice,”
Detoinos says in his Red Monk desigues.
Agbay smiles, “Excellent,” He says
The Monk vanished from sight.
It's a rainy day, on the Island of Katagusan, inside a
small wooden shack, is Diwa, a long hair brunette, early
thirties.
She lights a few candles as she stares into her
mirror, a flashback of her and her twin sister Lawin who
are thirteen years of age; playing with a Ouija Board with a
few of their friends.
What seems to be fun, suddenly becomes a
nightmare. Diwa’s eyes turn green, glowing as an entity
takes over her, causing objects to be thrown around, like a
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 A screwdriver accidentally kills their mother, trying
to protect her children, a knife kills the father, their friends
run off, frightened. Lawin is left alone horrified, Diwa
suddenly drops to the floor unconscious.
Flashback ends with Diwa feeling agitated from her
memory,
“I need answers, what was it that took control over
me? '' Diaw questions herself.
She takes her book of Chants and Spells, she flips
through some pages and comes across an illustration of
Detinos as a muscular angel of beauty,
“He looks handsome, just what the doctor ordered,”
she laughs to herself.
Diwa lights her last candle and follows the words
for a spell book for the fun of it. Mist fills within the
mirror, a skull with horns appear inside the glass,
“What's this do I see, a woman who’s practicing
divination, it's a pleasure to meet you my queen” laughs
Detinos.
Diwa feeling afraid jumps back, but her curiosity
gets the best of her and she asks,
“Who are you?”
“I am Detinos the God of Death and Destruction,
you will do my bidding or suffer the consequences of my
wrath” threatens the god of death.
“What do you want?” she asks, feeling amused.
“Freedom from this cursed imprisonment that I am
bound too,” Detinos growls.
“So what do you want from me? '' Diwa asks with
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 “You will meet with Archbishop Agbay at Mary
Queen of Heaven, and he will direct you to bring me a
virgin child of royal blood in seven days,” Detoinos
commands.
“Why me, I am a simple woman who does parlor
tricks to earn money, I am not a murder.” she says with
disbelief.
“Oh my dear child, how wrong you are, you
murdered your parents, after you were told not to play with
the Ouija board; you broke the fourth commandment, now
you belong to me.
It was I who took over your body when you were
thirteen, it is I who gave you the power of magic for a time
as such as this.” Detinos reveals.
“It was you! You murdered my parents,” Diwa
growls with hostility.
“No, no, no my child, it was you for you had the
seeds of jealousy and hate in your heart, always feeling
second place with your little twin sister, harboring
bitterness against; all I did was give you the power to act on
your hate.” Detinos says.
“Because of you, my relatives threw me into an
asylum, my sister never forgave me, I could never hold a
relationship or a career. The doctors treated me like a lab
rat with their drugs, to suppress me. I have been diagnosed
with schizophrenia.” Diwa says feeling sorry for herself.
She stands up to walk aways, Detinos grabs her in
telekinesis grip, she couldn’t move, her unwelcoming
visitor slowly turns her around,
“You're going nowhere, my dear; I own you.”
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 “Let me go!” Diwa yells.
“Do you submit?” Detinos questions.
“No!” Diwa yells back.
“Submit or die, the choice is yours; I always can
find another,” Detinos threatens.
Diwa feels the fear of death, she breathes in and
submits to the will of the Fallen Mal’akh. He lets her go
she stares into the mirror,
“Excellent, now when I arise from the depths of
oblivion I will give you power beyond your imagination.
You will be worshiped as the new Queen of Heaven for the
old has been imprisoned in darkness.
“Do not fail me Diwa or you will suffer a far worse
fate than I,” Detinos threatens.
“As you command,” Diwa reluctantly responds.
Detonis laughs as he vanishes leaving Diwa looking
back at herself in the mirror.

ASWANG
Salagdoong forest, a young man is walking a small
path, he comes to a small red brick house, he looks at his
surroundings and pulls out his cellphone and dials.
“Hello Lilet are you sure this is the right address
six-six-nine Elm drive?”
“Yes it is, come in” Lilet replies over the cellphone.
The young man put his phone back into his pocket
as the wooden door slowly creaked open. The young man
turns and sees no one at the door, except for a dark void
that creates the curiosity to enter.
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 He shrugs his shoulders,
“I hope this woman is not some kind of psycho
killer,”
He reluctantly enters the small house. Inside, there
is no furniture, except for a chair in the center of the room,
Lilet a dark hair beauty with lifeless eyes, in a black silk
dress greets the young man,
“Welcome,” she says as she shuts the door with a
thought.
The young man glances at the door then back at the
woman,
“ How did you do that?’ the young man questions.
“Magic” Lilet says with a smile.
“Okay, do you have the credits for the work I have
done for you?”
Lilet stand,
Yes, but there has been a change of planes,” She
coldly says.
The young man is feeling agitated because he feels
he’s being cheated out from his earnings,
“What do you mean there's been a change of
plans?” he sternly questions her.
Suddenly a younger woman steps in and the young
man’s thoughts are on his lust,
“Oh I get it,” he says fluting with the young woman,
“Hi sweetheart,” he says with a smile.
Lilet shakes her finger as she slowly approaches the
young man,
“No you don’t” she says flirting back at the young
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 “What do you mean I don’t get it?” He says feeling
frustrated.
“We want you for dinner,” She says.
He looks at both women rubs his belly,
“Oh thank you I am famished,” he says, glancing at
the young woman.
The young woman transforms into a hideous bat
like vampire, hissing and growling then he slowly backs
away being pinned to the wall as Lilet transforms into an
aswang.
“You are the meal,” she says as they attract the
young man.
After consuming their victim, Lilet grabs the young
woman yelling,
“Feed me!” She commanded.
The young woman opens up her bat wings and flies
off into the night.
Later that night in a small village, Nathaniel, a
twelve year old boy, is walking his dog. The dog hears
ruffling noises in the forest and runs in barking protecting
his young master,
“Meko stop, come back,” Nathaniel yells, chasing
his dog.
Nathaniel unaware how far he’s gone into the forest,
he’s lost as he keeps calling out for his dog,
“Meko, Meko,” he cries out.
He hears his dog yelp, then everything goes quiet.
The young Aswang drops in holding the dog in her hand,
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 Nathaniel, frightened, runs off as fast as he can, the
young Aswan smiles then leaps into the air swooping up
Nathaniel like a hawk to a rodent flying off into the night.
The following morning Azrael comes riding into
town, it's a small community of three hundred. He climbs
off of Spirit, and goes to a sari-sari store, to purchase water.
He sees a woman crying, he looks at her with compassion,
a spirit of language washed over him as he speaks to the
woman in her language,
“Miss, why are you crying?” he asks.
“Last night my child was abducted by a creature
known as an Aswang, and nobody believes me, or wants to
help me to find him.” She desperately explains herself.
“What direction did this monster go?” He asks,
helping her to her feet.
“In the Salagdoong forest,” she says.
“What's the name of your child?” he asks.
“Nathaniel, and he is twelve years of age,” she says.
“I will find your child,” Azrael says as he rides off.
The sun sets, the cool of the evening gives the
Salagdoong forest an eerie feel. Azrael Parks his
motorcycle, “Spirit opens a communication line to
Gibbons,” Azrael commands.
A HUD opens up and we see Gibbons, “How’s the
diplomacy going on in Formosa?” Azrael asks.
“Negotiations are tough, but we are getting
through.” Gibbons says.
“What creature are you looking for at this time?”
Gibbons asks.
“An Aswang” Azrael response.

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 “An Aswang, how interesting, let me check”
Gibbons says, skimming his fingers over his keyboard.
An image of the Aswang pops up on Spirit’s HUD
“Aswang is a Vampire bat hybrid with a fork
lengthy tongue, that can slither into small holes and cracks,
their delicacy are children mainly unborn children.”
Gibbons concluded.
“Understood Azrael out,” Azrael says and spirit
shuts off the HUD.
Azrael runs off into the forest.
Inside the red brick house, Nathaniel manages to
escape from his imprisonment of Lilit the Aswang Queen.
The cellar door opens and Lilit is surprised to see the young
boy is missing. She quickly leaves the premises taking to
the air with her demonic cry, summoning her pack.
"Wak-wak, soc-soc" the sound of the Aswang
echoes in the night air,
Nathaniel hears the strange chant and continues to
run from the demon of the sky, the aswang dives to catch
its prey, Nathaniel dives and rolls out of the way, suddenly
Azrael appears out of the shadows grabbing the young lad.
Its huge leather wings cast a shadow from the
moonlight as it glides from tree to tree.
“Hold on there little one.” Azrael says,
Nathaniel tries to push away.
“Let me go, let me go!” He screams thinking that
it's Aswang who has grabbed him.
Azrael puts him down and rubs his hand over his
head,
“I am not going to hurt you kid, I am going to help
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 Nathaniel is frightened but feels the shalom of
Yahuah coming from his warrior.
“I want to go home,” Nathaniel says, as he looks
over the sky.
“I know, kid,” Azrael says, wiping Nathaniel's tears
away.
“I am Azrael, and I am here to take you back to
your mom, but you are going to have to trust me okay?”
Azrael asks.
Nathaniel shakes his head yes, Nathaniel stands
behind Azrael as the ground shakes, two Awswangs burst
from beneath the surface,
“Be strong and courageous Nathaniel. Do not be
afraid or terrified of these monsters, for Yahuah goes with
you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Now stand
behind me.” Azrael says drawing his sword.
He takes his stand and battles with the two
Aswangs. He swings his blade, and it passes through them.
Azrael is surprised that his blade did not cut them
down,
“Huh, that wasn’t supposed to happen!” He says
shielding Nathaniel.
One of the Aswang hits Azrael from behind and he
is flung across the forest and hits a tree, slumping to the
ground, ice forms around him, binding him to a tree.
“Their touch is like ice.” He realizes.
Two Aswang circle around Nathaniel.
“What a sweet, sweet boy you are!” taunt the young
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 Nathaniel ducks and rolls from the grip of the
young aswang and runs off, Azrael breaks free from the ice
and leaps back into action against the Aswangs. His hands
ignited with flames.
“Let’s see how you hold up to the Holy Flames
Aravoth” He says as he tackles the two.
Nathaniel hides behind a tree watching the titans
battle with one another. Azrael kicks one of the Aswangs
aside grabbing the other into a choke hold slapping his
hand on the demon’s head,
“Transgressors will be altogether destroyed; The
posterity of the wicked will be cut off,” he growls, igniting
his hands with a blue flame incineration the Aswang.
The second demon jumps at him, he leaps into the
air with flaming whips from his hand slapping his enemy
down, with his battle cry,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem” his voice echos like thunder.
The Aswang is sliced into two in mid air, before it
could hit the ground it incinerated into dust. Azrael lands
safely on his feet and sees Nathaniel who comes creeping
out from behind the tree.
“Are they gone?”
Before Azrael could answer, the foreground of the
forest swells as it rips apart, a red glow emanates from
beneath the cracks. Nathaniel is frozen with terror, as
something evil is coming to life. Azrael reaches out his
hands to Nathaniel.
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 Nathaniel starts to move toward Azrael, the Balete
tree roots explode up and out of the soil, wrapping
Nathaniel’s body, he screams as he struggles to free
himself.
“Help!” Nathaniel yells.
Azrael leaps into the air, drawing his sword to cut
the roots with his blade, when he is suddenly blocked by
the Lilit, the Queen of Aswangs. They both bounce off
from one another landing on their feet standing off.
Lilit stood ten feet tall, huge bat wings folding in,
her face looking more like a bat than a woman, with long
black thin hair dancing in the breeze.
“The child is mine,'' spoke the queen of Aswang.
She lifts a finger and the roots stop moving, holding
Nathaniel in mid air.
“The last thing this child will see, is death to his
hero,” She cynically chuckles.
Azrael unsheaths brimstone, and positions himself
in a fighting stance with sword and gun, Lilit forms a ward
spell to protect herself, Azrael and Lilit circle about,
“There are six things that Yahuah hates, seven are
detestable before him, haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands
that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked
schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness
who pours out lie and a one who stirs up conflict in the
community. Yeshua charges you Lilit” Azrael provokes.
Azrael and the Aswang clash in battle over the
child.
The balete tree takes on a nightmarish life as a
mouth opens up, eyes glowing green, the hell tree slowly
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 Azrael shoots off brimstone with a few shots, Lilit
deflects the bullets, she throws a barge of ice darts from
her hands, Azrael deflects and dodges the deadly blades.
Azrael sees Nathaniel place his feet against the
gaping jaws of the Hell Tree, keeping himself from being
chomped as a tree snack.
“Fear not Nathaniel,” Azrael yells.
Nathaniel struggles to stay away from the mouth of
the Hell Tree,
“Easier said than done mister,” Nathaniel yells
back.
In a blink of an eye Azrael leaps into the air
throwing his sword, it whirles through the air like a
boomerang slicing the roots releasing Nathaniel from his
pending doom.
In a flooded motion Azrael’s elbow blades light up
with an aura of blue, he hits Lilit with a few combinations
in midair, slices her in half with his elbow blade
disintegrating the demon to dust.
“Azrael!” Nathaniel screams running to Azrael.
They both see the Hell Tree chomping madly,
“That looks scary,” Azrel says and he takes a knee
to talk with Nathaniel.
Nathaniel’s eyes are full of fear, and anxiety.
“Sure dose,” he gulps.
“Want to beat this monster,” Azrael askes.
Nathaniel looks at Azrael, then glances at the Hell
Tree, then back at him, “Sure do,” he says.
“Now listen to me young man stand strong and do
not be afraid, for fear feeds the darkness and darkness
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 You my friend are fearfully and wonderfully made,
that monster you see is more afraid of you than you are of
him. Besides, Yahuah did not give us a spirit of fear but
power, love and a sound mind.”
Azrael says to build confidence in the child.
Nathaniel looks at Azrael,
“What do I do?” he sincerely asks.
“Walk up to the monster, face your fears and say
these words, Yeshua Ligor Ikem,” Azrael instructs.
Nathaniel listens to Azrael’s instructions and says,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem!”
To Nathaniel's surprise, the monster’s mouth shuts
up and withers away. Nathaniel turns to Azrael with a look
of unbelief.
“Great work son, always remember to walk in the
ways of Yahuah and He will protect you.” Azrael says with
a smile.
“Now let's get you home, we need to relieve your
mother’s worries.”Azrael says as he walks with Nathaniel
escorting him out of the forest back to his mother.

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 LAWIN
Detective Lawin, a native of the Islands of Ophir, an
outstanding officer of the law; and the twin sister of Diwa;
she’s on a hunt for the criminal Jaypee, the notorious
church bandit; he just stole a gold image of Santo Nino the
god of Ophir; along with the Black Crystal Orb.
She cornores him in a back alley way, he drops his
leather bag and they fight, she kicks his gun from his hand,
and quickly puts him down and cuffs him,
“Jaypee, Japyee, when are you ever going to learn?
How many times do we have to do this dance? You know
the routine, You have the right to remain silent, ” Lawin
says with sarcasm.
“Ahhh, my favorite Detective, you look lovely as
usual” Jaypee laughs, as Lawin puts him into her police
vehicle.
She takes his backpack and pulls out the priceless
statue of Santo Nino, and the Black Crystal Orb; she sighs
with disbelief,
“Really, you stolen from the Catholitic Church
again?” Lawin asks with frustration.

“Yes, because they don’t press charges” he smugly

says.
Agbay arrives and climbs out of his vehicle. Lawin
hands him his idol back, and the Orb.
“Padre, would you like to press charges against
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 The Archbishop looks a Jaypee, then back at Lawin,
“Yes, please lock this thief away,” said the
Archbishop.
Jaypee’s jaw drops in disbelief,
“This can’t be happening, but why?” he argues.
“You have heard it is written you shall not steal”
said Agbay with sarcasm.
Lawin smiles, looks at Jaypee,
“I guess this is not your lucky day, is it?”
Lawin climbs into her vehicle and drives off, the
Archbishop walking away holding his idol along with the
Orb.
DIWA
Diwa arrives at the archdiocese, she struts herself
with an escort to Abay who sits in the chapel. She sits
behind Agbay, “I've been expecting you Sorceress,” Agbay
says.
“Do you have a target?” Diwa asks.
Agbay hands her a file, she opens it and sees a
twelve year old female, “Who’s the girl?” she asks.
“Isa Wyatte, daughter of James Wyatte, the Prince
of Katagusan; you are to bring her to me in three days
time.” Agbay says as he hands her a credit card of sixty
thousands credits.
“This is your payment for the job at hand,”Agbay
concludes as he walks out of the chapel.
Some time has passed, Diwa found her target, she
uses some magic sources to summon a Saint Elmo Spector
over Mr. Wyatte’s twelve year old daughter Isa, the spirit
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 Isa tosses and turns in her bed, she opens her eyes
and sees the apparition who opens its wings and takes her,
she screams,
“Pappa”
Mr. Wyatte is sitting in his chair watching the news,
he hears his daughter’s scream and goes to her room, to his
surprise he sees a flaming skull with bat wings engulfing
his daughter,
“Isa,” he says, trying to save his daughter.
The Saint Elmo Spector vanishes leaving Mr.
Wyatte perplexed.
Isa finds herself in a prison cell, her host greets her,
“Welcome Isa, I am Diwa, your host” she says with
a smile.
“Where am I?” Isa asks.
“You are my guest for now, you are the key to my
destiny” Diwa says coldly.
She smiles as she walks out of the prison room, Isa
cuddles in a corner, with tears in her eyes.
At the Barangay Precinct Lawin is standing before
her Sgarent, he hands her a file of Isa Wyatte,
“James Wyatte’s daughter was abducted last night at
three AM, your job is to assist him with his new informer,
Azrael from Areth, this has become a political issue for our
country.
This Azrael is well spoken for, from all nations, this
is now foreign Affairs we are dealing with” Explains the
Sgarent.
“Understood sir, but where is this Azrael now?”
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I would be more concerned about the whereabouts of the
child.” The Sgarent calmly commanded.
“Yes sir” Lawin says as she walks out of the office.

MANGGAGAWA
A rural area in the provinces, trickling water flows
into a creek, a gentle breeze blowing through the trees,
Azrael dressed in his hunters outfit, sitting on a well
viewing his 3D HUD, a blip is seen on screen,
“Show time” he says, turning off his HUD.
An old woman sixties comes passing by, she stops,
and looks at Azrael.

“It isn’t wise to be here after six pm good sir.” She

warns.
“And why not an old woman?” He asks.
The old woman shows her toothless smile,
“A word of caution young man, there's a
Manggagaway that moves about in these areas finding
whom she can and bring to death’s door to you or a family
member.” The old woman continue to warns,
“I’ve dealt with creatures worse than a
Manggagaway old woman, but your warning reminds me
of a passage I read today, beware of Heyl’el he's a roaring
lion seeking whom he can devour '' Azral says.
The old woman gives a look of surprise, the birds
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 “I have never heard of him, but whoever he is this is
not his jurisdiction now is it young man?” questions the
Old Woman,
Azrael stands, the old woman is taken by the size of
this seven foot man,
“Old woman you better leave.” He warns.
Azrael draws Brimstone, the old woman screams as
she wobbles away. The well of water cures and bubbles, a
white eerie glow shimmering beneath the liquid surface.
The Manggagaway slowly emerges, she’s a brown
woman with white hair, a human skull she where’s over
her neck,
“So you’re the famous Manggagawa who has a grip
on locales?” Azrael says,
“A brave fool you are!” Manggagawa says.
The Manggagawa chants in her language using her
wooden stick and she casts an ice spell over Azrael, his
body freezes over, the Manggagawa chuckles as she
approaches her frozen trophy.
“Delude mortal!” She says.
The sound of ice cracks, the Manggagawa is
surprised and slowly steps back,
“What’s happening?” she questions herself,
She waves her wand to cast another spell. Azrael
shatters the ice, pointing his gun in the chest of the
Manggagawa,
“Yeshua Ligo Ikem Manggagawa” Azrael says,
pulling the trigger.

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 The Manggagawa is pushed back from the force of
the gun fire; Azrael leaps into the air landing before the
demon., and with his sword he swipes off the
Manggagawa’s head from her shoulder, her body crashes
and dissolves into ash.
“Do not turn to mediums or seek out spiritists, for
you will be defiled by them. I will set my face against
anyone who turns to mediums and spiritists to prostitute
themselves by following them, and I will cut them off from
their people.
If a man or woman who is a medium or spiritist
among you must be put to death, their blood will be on
their own heads. Says Yahuah Eloheinu” Azrael quotes.
His 3D HUD is activated, its Gibbons,
“How’s the hunt? ” Gibbons asks,
“Like usual’ Azrael says,
“I have another job for you, Mr. Wyatte has made
contact with me asking for you personally,” Gibbons says.
“It's good to see you too, Gibbons. So what’s this
job about”? Azrael askes.
“His missing child, and there is more to it than what
we see on the surface.” Gibbons responds.
“Can anything ever be easy?” Azrael says with
sarcasm.
“Not a chance, I am sending you the info, Gibbons
out.” He says with a bit of humor.
Azrael’s HUD shuts off as he walks off the scene.

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 THE MISSION
A mansion sits on the coast of the sea border,
Azrael appears out front of the residents of Mr. Wyatte.
Inside Mr. Wyatte's office, Lawin is sitting across from him
at his desk.
“Are you telling me that a spector took your
daughter?” Lawin asks with disbelief.
“I tell you the truth, Detective,” Mr. Wyatte says
with grief.
“No one disappears in thin air.” Lawin replies.
“I concur,” Azrael said as he walked in.
Lawin and Mr. Wyatte are taken by the size of
Azrael as he takes his stand next to Lawin, “Detective,” he
says calmly.
“You must be Azrael the Demon Hunter” she says,
looking him over.
“I didn’t know I was so popular,” Azrael smiles.
Mr. Wyatte stands up, and interrupts as he shakes
Azrael’s hand.
“Welcome to the Islands of Ophir, Azrael” greeted
Mr. Wyatte.
“Likewise” Azrael replies. What's this about Mr.
Wyatte? He questioned.
“My Daughter, she was taken by a Saint Elmo
Spector '' he says with grief in his tone.
Azael looks at Lawin, “You must be the local
authority correct?” he asks
“Yes,” Lawin says, writing on her notepad.
“What is your lead?” he asks.
“Quite frankly Azrael we are baffled about Isah”
she states

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 “Halloween is around the corner most likely she
will be used for a sacrifice, or child trafficking for
prostitution” Azrael explains.
“No, it's about power, you see I am the wealthiest
man on the Islands of Ophir, our president comes to me for
advice.” Mr. Wyatte interjected.
“ I understand Mr. Wyatte” Azrael apologies.
“So this is all about power,” Lawin says.
“Sure looks like it? Who would have motives in
your country to steal your power?” Azrael asks.
“It could be anyone from the local street kids to the
president herself” Mr. Wyatte says as he sips on a glass
beverage in his hand.
Lawin walks over to the window, she slightly looks
at Azrael,
“I believe I know who it is,”she says softly.
“Who do you think it is?” Mr. Wyatte asked.
“My twin sister Diwa, she's a power hungry
opportunist, she would do anything to gain power. She lusts
for power and to top it off she is a Mangbabarang, a
sorceress you would call her.”
“Why would your sister do such a thing?”James
asks.
“I don’t know Mr. Wyatte, some people like to see
the world burn.” Lawin responds angrily.
“Sounds like a dangerous woman, at least we have a
lead for now” Azrael replies; heading for the door then he
stops, with his eyes on the ext,
“Mr. Wyatte, I will find your daughter dead or alive,
preferably alive.” he says as he walks out.
Lawin felt a bit awkward for Mr. Wyatte.

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 “Mr. Wyatte, do forgive him, he's a foreigner, we
will find your daughter.” she says to comfort Mr. Wyatte.
“No need to apologize; Detective that is why I hired
him, I know he will get the job done either way.” Mr.
Wyatte replies sitting down at his desk.
She follows Azrael out the door.
Azrael is standing on the street corner waiting.
Spirit comes riding up and parks herself.
“Azrael,” she says.
“Spirit glad you made it, I do not know what I
would do without you,” Azrael says as he climbs onto his
motorcycle.
“Most likely teleportation or walking” Spirit replies.
“Walking is slow and teleportation saps my energy.”
Azrael says with a bit of hummer.
Lawin comes walking up and before she could say a
word Azrael looks at her,
“Detective, I know you're here to help me, so let's
get to the point, where do I go to get something to eat and
sleep?”
“Half a mile from here there is the Aristocrat
Restaurant. Let's meet there at 21:00 hundred” she invites
with a soft smile.
“See you then” Azral says as he drives off.
Lawin folds her arms with a look of concern, “Who
is this guy?” she questions with sarcasm.

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 Diwa is in a chamber, with Isa, who is behind bars,
candles burning brightly giving an amabance of mysticism
as she plays with a voodoo doll. Isa sits in the corner of her
cell crying,
“Child, all the crying you do will not help, nobody
knows where you are, don’t worry in five days you will
move on to the next life opening the gates of hell for me to
rule all the Islands of Ophir as the new queen of heaven,”
Diwa boasts.
Isa looks up with smoldering eyes, “I got news for
you lady, you won't win.” she says in a prophetic way.
Diwa puts down her voodoo doll and walks over to
the the cell with an arrogant smile,
“Dear child everything is in motion, as you can see
your the key to my destiny and nothing can stop me.” Diwa
says, taking what little hope from Isa.
Diwa’s mirror comes to life, Detinos speaks out,
“Diwa, my faithful slave.”
“Yes my lord, what is your bidding?” Diwa asks.
“We have a stranger from the west,” Detinos says.
“Who is this stranger, my lord?” Diwa questions.
“His name is Azrael, he’s an annoying insect that
must be crushed before hallows eve.” Detinos growls.
“You're threatened by a human?” Diwa laughs.
Detinos slowly chokes Diwa with a thought, and
picks her up and throws her across the room,
“Don’t be an absurd child, if you ever laugh at me
again I will end you” Detinos angrily growls.
Diwa climbs back to her feet,
“Forgive me lord Detinos, it won't happen again”
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 “I know, but this Azrael is not your average human,
he's a Nevi, a threat to my kingdom, you are to stop him no
matter the cost.”
“So how do we kill this Azrael?” Diwa questions.
“Your twin sister Lawin is working with him, I want
you to use my demons and kill them both. But at this
moment I need you to take the child to my shrine,” Detinos
commands.
The image of Detinos vanishes, Diwa smiles
looking at Isa, who sits in the corner of her cell quietly
praying.
“All the praying you do is not going to help your
child. Give it up, it's useless.” Diwa says to discourage her.
Shekinah appears behind Isa and inspires her to
speak out against her captive. Isa lifts her head, looks
Diwa in the eye;
“You have no power over me unless it comes from
above,” Isa says in a prophetic way.
Diwa huffs and puffs, snaps her finger, putting Isa
into a sleeping spell. Shekinah vanishes from the cell.
“This guardian angel your father sent, will not find
you,” Diwa says angrily.
A portal opens and a Tikbalang emerges, the beast
is fifteen feet tall, it's a giant humanoid creature with a
horse’s head and a man's body, its skin is black as midnight,
its long dark hair dances in the mystical breeze, in the
center of its chest is a glowing jewel in a shape of an
amulet. In its right hand he carries a war axe.
Diwa is taken by the size of this monster, but is
more surprised as it kneels before her.

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 “I am your guardian, command me my mistress,”
speaks the Tikbalang in a low deep sound.
Take the child we leave now.” Diwa says as he
conjures a portal.
The Tikbalang takes Isa into his massive hand and
walks with Diwa through the portal.

RULES OF THE GAME

Sitting inside of the eatery of the Aristocrat
Restaurant is Azrael who is looking over information of his
case through his HUD, speaking to Gibbons.
“Info on Saint Elmo Fire demon,” Azrael asks.
“You know you're in a new region of territory; the
forces of darkness will operate differently than what we are
accustomed to.” Gibbons says.
“This is my land, not theirs for it is written we will
be blessed when we come into a land and blessed when we
go out; and our enemies will flee from us in seven
directions.” Azrael reminds Gibbons.
Gibbons smiles.
“The St. Elmo's fire is named after St. Erasmus of
Formia also known as St. Elmo, the guardian of sailors.
This spector is an elemental demon of storms conjured by a
sorceress.” Gibbons concluded.
“Yes, that makes perfect sense. I am working with a
detective with a twin sister who is a sorceress.” Azrael
added.
“Any Idea where your sorceress would hide
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 “I think you should ask the Detective, I know you
like working alone, but it's time to move on brother and
please be friendly and careful you are in strange territories
at this time” Gibbons says.
“You worry too much brother, I am not worried,
because I cast my burden on Yahuah for it is he who
sustains me; he will never permit the righteous to be
moved. But I will take your advice and be friendly.” Azrael
says with a smile.
“Any more information call me, shalom my brother.
Gibbons out.”
Gibbons hangs up, Azrael’s HUD shuts off, Lawin
walks in admiring his bracers.
“That is one of those hologram bracers, how
intriguing” she says sitting across the table from Azrael.
“Yes it is.” Azrael responds.
Lawin takes a drink.
“How did you get into this kind of work?” Lawin
questions with curiosity.
Azrael takes a quick swig of his drink.
“I died, and I was reborn.”
Lawin looks at him as if he was making a joke.
Azrael glances at her,
“Detective, where will we find your sister?” He
questions.
Lawin laughs, “My lovely sister is somewhere in
the forbidden forest.”
Azrael stands, breaking the awkwardness between
the two. Lawin slowly stands finishing her drink.
“Where are you off to?” She asks.

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 “I’ve had a long day Detective; I am going to retire
for a few hours before we hunt.” Azrael says.
“My sister is not an animal, we're not killing her.”
Lawin says.
“A person that hath a familiar spirit, or is a wizard
or a sorceress, shall surely be put to death: their blood shall
be upon them.” Azrael quotes.
“How can you say such things?” Lawin asks with
concerns for her sister.
Azrael looks at Lawin,
“Detective, you're the law and you call evil good,
and good evil, you will arrest a homeless person for
stealing food to survive, because it's against your laws,
instead of helping the poor you condemn that soul. While
you let the real criminals free who break the Torah, because
they have wealth and power and you say it's good.
You have laws to put hopeless people away, and you
have laws to let the wicked do as they please, how
hypocritical are the laws of men.” He explains walking off.
Lawin feeling the bite of truth is standing
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 KAPRE
Early morning Diwa, moves through forest, she
comes to a grove and summons forth a large demon called
a Kapre, and Ogre demon who is a creature that may be
described as a tree giant, standing ten feet. This
dark-coloured, hairy, muscular creature has a very strong
body odor who sits on tree branches smoking.
“Who has summoned me, the mystery of chaos” the
Kapre asks towering over Diwa.
She stands with no fear looking at the fifteen foot
tall demon, “It is I Diwa, the oracle of Deitinos who has
summoned you.”
The Kapre blows smoke into her face, laughing for
amusement,
“What is our master's bidding mistress?” He
chuckles.
“He wants you to crush an insect from the west,”
She explains.
The Kapre laughs as he continues to blow smoke
into Diwa’s face, she snaps into an angry hostility and
chokes him with her telekinesis grip, “This is not a
laughing matter you behemoth baboon” she scolds.
“What does this bug look like?” he asks.
“This Azrael is an angel of death.”
The Kapre has a look of dread skimming across his
face. Diwa conjures up a weapon to kill supernatural
beings. The Kapre looks as if it were a stick.
“What's this you insult the mighty Kapre with a
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 “This is not a stick you idiot, it's a weapon to kill
supernatural beings like yourself” she boldly says handing
the Kapre the weapon.
“More like magical bugs,” Kapre mocks.
“Don’t disappoint us” Diwa sternly says as she
walks away.
The Kapre walks off and vanishes, “As you
command” he says.
A few days later Lawin and Azrael are lost in the
forbidden forest, the sky grows dark, lightning flickers, as
heavy rain pours.
Azrael is moving on a narrow path, as Lawin is on
another path the storm dissipates, Lawin and Azrael meet at
a crossroads. Lawin sits under a tree fixing her boots.
“There's definitely a malevolent spirit in this
forest.” Azrael says, reading his HUD on his bracer.
“Yeah, a spirit of chaos,” Lawin says with
frustration.
“Precisely, a spirit of chaos. On this land what
would you call a spirit of Chaos?” Azrael asks.
“A Kapre, I believe.” Lawin says.
Azrael HUD shows a Kapre with some Information,
Kapres, also called agtà, are said to play pranks on
people,frequently making travelers become disoriented and
lose their way in the mountains or in the woods. They are
also believed to have the ability to confuse people even in
their own familiar surroundings.
Suddenly Kapre appears behind Lawin in its spirit
form, it whispers in her ear, casting a spell over her eyes,
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 Maya jumps back to her feet, pulling her gun and
aiming it at Azrael who looks like a black horned devil in
her eyes.
“Lawin drop your gun,” demanded the devil Azrael.
Lawin slowly backs away,
“Stay away from me” she says with fright.
Azrael slowly move toward here,
“I am not your enemy, now drop the gun” he says.
Lawin pulls the trigger hitting Azrael in the chest
knocking him off of his feet. Lawin slowly investigates her
kill, He leaps back to his feet and disarms her, she is driven
to fight back, Azrael knocks her out for her own good.
“Sorry about that,” he says.
Out of nowhere the Kapre appears, he swings at
Azrael who rolls out of the way, he looks at the demon with
amusement.
“So you're the menace who is causing problems to
the locals.” Azrael says, looking at this giant.
“You're the insect that needs to be crushed”
rebuttals the Kapre.
Karpe grabs Azrael and picks him up over his head
like a pro wrestler, and throws Azrael across the field.
Azrael goes through a few banana trees.
He stagers to his feet,
“So that’s how he wants to play it” Azrael says,
gathering himself for the fight.
Kapre charges, he swings his weapon, Azrael doges
through and catches the wrist of the Kapre, who is taken by
the warrior of elohim’s strength. He growls and hisses,
“Impossible, no one can defeat the mighty Kapre”

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 Azrael does a spinning back kick knocking the wind
out of Kapre.
The demon grows angrily and like a chimpanzee he
pounds his weapon against the ground.
“This is war!” he growls.
Kapre swings manically, Azrael doges and blocks
and twists Kapre’s arm and hits him with combination
punches, back fist strikes then kicks him away. He takes
Brimstone and cocks it.
“Have a little taste of Brimstone” Azrael says as he
shoots Kapre in the chest. The demon goes down.
“Kapre will not die” it says as it climbs back to its
feet.
Azrael points brimstone at the Kapre once more,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem, Kapre!” Azrael says blowing
the demon away its soul is absorbed by brimstone.
“Yahuah be praised; Kapre dead” Azrael says as he
sheaths his gun.
He returns to Lawin and helps her as she climbs
back to her feet, “What happened?” she asks.
“You attacked me by shooting at me,” Azrael
explains.
“I am truly sorry about that, but are you hurt?” she
replies with concern.
Azrael taps his breastplate, “Yes sassy plates.” he
says with a smile.
But I did knock you out, and killed the Kapre,” he
concludes.
Lawin smiles, as he sheaths her gun, “Then were
even” she jokes.

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 Lawin’s, Tech watch lights up with a hologram of
her sister Diwa,
“My dear sister, if you want to see the child Isa
alive, meet me here alone.”
An image of an old ruin appears. The hologram
shuts off.
“You know this is a trap don’t you?” Azrael says.
“Of course it's a trap, but I’ve got to try to save the
child.”
“Tonight is hallow’s eve; I don’t like the sounds of
this.” Azrael expressed his concern.
Lawin composes herself as she darts her eyes at
Azrael,
“I mean no disrespect to you Sir, this matter is out
of your jurisdiction. You are a guest in my country. Go
home, I will deal with this in my own way.” She demanded.
“Lawin, to set the records straight; when it comes to
monsters, demons and fallen Malakihim I was chosen to
fight this battle. What you're telling me to do is to turn my
back on my calling to satisfy your need for acceptance.”
Azrael rebuke.
“I don’t need your help,” she proudly says as she
walks off.
“Detective pride goes before a fall and haughtiness
before destruction,” Azrael says aloud standing by himself
watching Lawin who continues to walk away.
“There’s something I did not expect?” Azrael says
as he walks off and fades into the shadows.

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 VIRTUE & VICE
Standing at the shrine of Deitons, is Archbishop
Agbay, and a dozen of hooded monks. A portal is open and
Diwa walks with a fifteen foot tall demon guardian called a
Tikbalang, a minotaur like creature with a horse's head,
clothed in leather and steel, carrying a war axe; in one hand
carrying Isa in the other hand.
“The ceremony is about to begin, securing the
child,” Agbay announces.
Diwa takes Isa from her guardian, and the
Tikbalang vanishes. She leads Isa to a small room and
locks her inside. Isa sits on a bed feeling cold, partly due to
her situation.
Diwa returns to the foyer, Agbay is standing in front
of a large painting of Shiva the Destroyer. He slightly
looks at her,
“Your meddling sister is near our borders, take care
of her now” Agbay commands.
Diwa exits the building through a portal that she
conjures.
Lawin is scouting the local area, Diwa appears out
from her portal, Lawin is angry seeing her,
“Diwa?” Lawin says.
“Lawin it's good to see you my sister,” Diwa
returns her greetings
“I’ve been looking for you, please tell me that you
have nothing to do with the missing child Isa?” she
questions placing her hand on her gun.
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 Lawin draws her gun pointing at Diwa and cocks it,
“I have one for you too sister,” Lawin says sarcastically,
throwing her authority at her.
“Is this the way you treat your family, by shooting
first, then asking questions later?” Diwa asks with a hint of
concern for her safety.
“Look who’s talking, you murdered our parents and
I will never forgive you for that.” Lawin raises her voice
partly out of emotional reaction.
“I’m not asking for your forgiveness or pity,” Diwa
says with no emotional thought of her transgressions.
“Good, the way I see it your not my sister you're
nothing but a criminal and I am going to take you in for the
crime of kidnapping the daughter of Mr. Wyatte,” Lawin
says, as she slowly approaches her.
“So be it” Diwa says, taking Lawin’s gun with a
telekinesis spell.
She looks at it and tears it apart with her magic,
“Nice piece.”
Diwa puts Lawin into a psychic death grip. Lawin
struggles from the invisible grip, crying out to her sister,
“Diwa, stop, don't do this to me!”
Lawin collapses to her knees, trying to breathe.
Diwa tuns up the torture casting lightning sprits over
Lawin’s body.
“How does it feel to be under me? Now you know
how I feel alway living under your shadows,” Diwa
expresses with deep dark emotions.
“Diwa, you're killing me!”
Lawin cries out in desperation.

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 Diwa ignores her sister's pleas, knocking her out
with a sleep spell.
“How does it feel to be under my shadows,” Diwa
reacts in the pleasure of vengeance.
Diwa waves her hands, Lawin vanishes. Azrael
appears with brimstone at the head of sorceress,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem Mammamarang,” he says,
cocking his gun.
“Azrael, I’ve been expecting you,” Diwa says as she
turns to face her adversary.
“A man or woman who is a medium or spiritist
among you must be put to death; their blood will be on
their own heads.” Azrael says ready to pull the trigger.
“Before you kill me, think twice, without me you
will not find Lawin, and Isa, before the great sacrifice,”
Diwa says, buying time.
“So where are they,” Azrael questions.
“Lawin is with my guardian, Isa on the other hand,
just a few more hours where she will complete her
destiny.” Diwa laughs in a flirtatious way.
Azrael watches her as she’s puffed with grandeur
spitting out words of pride and arrogance.
“This is your dilemma, you will never find them,
but if you keep me alive, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
She says circling the Warrior of Elohim.
“What do you want?” Azrael asks, knowing there
is alway a price to pay.
Diwa bites her lower lips and playfully leans her
head up to Azrael’s chest, “I can use a man like you, and I
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 She laughs and continues, “Worshiping Detinos
who’s about to rise to power.”
“You're insane, your price is too high, Yahuah will
set his face against me or anyone who turns to mediums
and spiritists to prostitute themselves by following your
kind,” Azrael declares her transgression.
“My aren't we a judgemental prejudiced
individual,” Diwa says, taking a step back.
“I take my chances with Yeshua HaMashaic” Azrael
declares and fires brimstone.
Diwa uses a time spell moving faster than lightning
hitting Azrael in many directions. She comes in kicking
him down, and uses her lightning force conforming into an
electrical ball, touching him.
“You will die Nevi,” She yells laughing.
Azrael steadies his ground, absorbing Diwa’s
magic, her mind unable to comprehend the gravity of her
situation,
“Who are you?” She asks with fear in her tone.
Azrael crates a spherical of her magic, “here's a
taste of your own medicine, Yehsua Ligor Ikem
Mammaarang!” He yells.
Azrael hits Diwa with her magic, she flung the
field, lying helplessly on the ground. Azrael picks up
brimstone and plants his foot on Diwa’s chest pointing his
gun at her.
“Like a gold ring in a pig's snout is a beautiful
woman who shows no discretion.”
Azrael hesitates pulling the trigger, Diwa looks at
him with fear in her eyes, “till we meet again she says
vanishing.

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 Azrael sheaths his gun,
“ I’m looking forward to it” Azrael kneels to pray.

TIKBALANG
Deep inside the Salagdoong Forest, Lawin awake,
she climbs to her feet, frustrated, unfamiliar with her
territory, she is surrounded by a forest of Balete trees
standing five stories high, with its snaking branches
intertwining leaving gaps in between, giving an eerie
ambiance.
“Damn you Diwa, where did you put me this time?”
she angrily vocalizes.
Lawin takes in the view and walks off; to find a way
out of the nightmare labyrinth. All around was silence
except for the wind slipping through leaves, Lawin hugs
herself to keep warm as she moves on, to find a way out of
the unknown.
As she walks she can hear the cracking undergrowth
with each step she takes, creaking tree trunks, bending to
the breeze, snapping twigs, grass and weeds sliding against
pant legs.
The Dark tree trunks, shadows, overhanging limbs
across the path seen at the last second, clumps of bushes,
barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth,
moon shining through a lattice of leaves, patchy red sky.
Lawin stops hearing an odd sound,
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 A sound of a supernatural being. Lawin’s curiosity
kicks in, she follows the sound cautiously.
As she clears through some suburbs she sees a large
dark shadow moving, she freezes as the Tikbalang barges
through the forest chewing on barks of a tree.
“Oh, help me someone I am losing my mind!”
Lawin whispers to herself
The Tikbalang grunts and blows hot steam from its
nostrils, as it makes eye contact with the frightened Lawin,
she slowly backs away, the Tikbalang comes out from
behind the trees to investigate.
Its claws, its feet tearing into the ground as it squats,
its knees reach above its head, its large mouth opens with an
odd smile showing its sharp teeth.
“Pretty woman” says the Tikbalang
It stands and howls, Lawin runs off, the beast jumps
high in the air landing before her,
“Tick…Tick…Tick pretty woman” the demon says.
Lawin remembers the tales about this creature and
she jumps onto the back of the Tikbalang as it turns and
leaps into the air.
“Gotcha!” Lawin says pulling the main of the
Tikbalang.
The demon dances in a chaotic movement, knocking
Lawin off its back. She climbs back to her feet, the
Tikbalang spins around swiftly, touches her, and she falls to
her knees with violent images flashing before her eyes.
“What’s happening?” Yells Lawin
She collapses with a high fever, the Tikbalang stands
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 “Tick-Tick-Tick, sleep pretty women” the
Tikballang says.
The demon scoops Lawin up in its massive hand, it
quickly jumps through the forest, it comes to a little hut
with a grave of human skeletons spread across the grounds
near a bamboo grove. The Tikbalang drops Lawin and
walks over to the bamboo grove and it holds out its hand
and opens a mystical gateway into the groove.
“Tick…Tick…Tick home,” said the demon.
Lawin opens her eyes and sees the horrific sight, she
panics from anxiety. The Demon turns and approaches her,
when suddenly Azrael tackle’s the beast.
“Let Yahuah arise and his enemies be scattered,” he
says.
The Tikbalang grabs and throws Azrael across the
field, he bounces back, he shoots at the demon, its amulet
glows protecting itself from Brimstone’s bullets.
“Okay so much for absorption, lets try to remove its
head” Azrael says exchanging weapons.
He leaps into the air and dropkicks the Tikbalang in
its chest, pushing himself upward, striking it in its jaw with
his knee, pushes off striking the demon to remove its head,
and landing safely on his feet.
“My weapons are not working” Azrael says,
sheathing his sword.
“Tick…Tick…Tick”
The demon staggers about, Azrael sees Lawin lying
struggling with pain from her violent feverish visions..
“Hang on Lawin,” Azrael says, eyeing the
Tikbalang’s amulet on its chest.
“That looks important,” he concludes.

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 Azrael leaps back at the beast,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem,” he yells his battle cry.
Azrael pops his twin claw and plunges his fist into
the amulet, shattering it, he continues to push through
punching his fist through the beast chest and pulling its
heart out of its hide.
The Tikbalang crashes onto its back dead, Azrael
still standing on its corpse looking at the heart of the demon,
“The heart is deceitful above all things, and
desperately wicked: who can know it? Esh!” Azrael says
burning the demon's heart to ash.
Azrael moves to Lawin, who is exhausted from the
cures of the Tikbalang.
“Lawin you are healed in Yeshua’s name, by his
stripes you are made whole,” Azrael says, putting his hand
on her, a bluish aura radiating from his hand healing Lawin
from the cures.
“Talitha Cumi,” he says.
Lawin takes a deep breath, waking up seeing Azrael.
She quickly jumps to her feet,
“What just happened, how did you find me?” she
says with confusion swimming around her mind.
“After you left me, I took a day of rest, during the
sabbath I prayed for you, when the sabbath ended the
Shekinah took me to this area and here I am,” Azrael
explained.
Lawin hugs Azrael for saving her life,
“I was wrong about you,” she says.
Lawin pulls away,
“I could use your help to save Isa. The ritual is about
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 “Detetive it would be my honor to aid you,” Azreal
says, handing her Brimstone.
“You’ll be needing this,” he says as she takes it.
“Thank you, but do you have a way out of this
area?” Lawin asks.
“Take my hand,” Azrael says.
Lawin takes hold of Azrael’s hand. He looks up to
the sky,
“Yahuah with your permission in Yeshua’s name
send us where we need to be.” Azrael prayed.
Suriel appears in all her glory with her wings
outstretched before Azrael and Lawin. Lawin is stricken
with awe from the daughter of Shamayim.
“I am Suriel, one of the four champions of
Shamayim.” she declared as she folds her wings.
Lawin drops to her knees trembling at her sight,
“Ah, an unbeliever, who will become a believer, praise
Yahuah.” Suiel says with joy in her tone.
Suriel puts her hand on Lawin’s shoulder, “Sister
stand up, we only bow before Yahuah.” she instructed.
Lawin climbs to her feet, unable to speak. Suriel
smiles, “Azrael, brother, I am here on your prayer request,
with instructions from Yeshua the Word of Yahuah,” Suriel
says.
“It's good to see you too Suriel, carry on what are
the instructions?” Azrael asks.
“Agbay is not Agaby, he is Detinos my arch nemesis
from Shamayim, he has been around for awhile walking
amongst the humans. You are to destroy him; says Yahuah
Elahinue” Suriel relays the message.
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 “Indeed a good question, the answer is this, you are
to try to arrest her according to the laws of your land. If you
do subdue her then she must be warned. For if she refuses to
repent she will die. For those who practice divination and
sorcery must die.” Suriel says with a grim tone.
“But why does a person have to die because they
know magic? Can’t they use it for good?” Lawin asks for
the concern of her sister.
“What is good?” Suriel asks.
Lawin has no words, Azrael interjects,
“Lawin, the good, is obeying Yahuah’s instructions
of life, which is called Torah. We are to obey the
commandments, follow his feast days that He has
appointed, we are to love one another as Yeshua the son of
Yahuah has loved us. This is how we show our love to
Father Yahuah.”
Lawin sulks with her head bent low, Suriel lifts her
chin and looks into her eyes,
“Understand this child; First, the magic does not
belong to man, it is for us; the children of fire, the
Malakhim. Second, the hearts of man are selfish, and if they
were to wield such power in full it would destroy everything
man wants.
Thirdly it pulls man into idolatry, fornicating for the
pleasure of power, and turning from Yahuah leading man to
their ultimate destruction; death.” She says.
“Then how is it that my sister can do such things?”
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 “The magic that man uses is not permitted from
above, the power they use comes from the satan’s of the
nations. This Malakhim magic is known as Black Magic,
and the demons use White Magic for they are part
Malakhim.” Suriel concludes.
Suriel put her hands on Azrael and Lawin’s
shoulder,
“The sacrifice is about to be benign, save the child,
destroy Detinos, I will take you where you need to go”
Sureil says, unfurling her wings.
The three are whisked away leaving the forest.

TIYANAK
The Sacrificial shrine looms over the moonlight at
night; Suriel,Azrael and Lawin stand on the outskirts of the
peak of Katagusan.
“Your quest journey ends at the shrine, there you
will find Isa and Agbay with his dark monks, Yahuah go
with you,” Suriel says as she vanishes from their sight.
Lawin and Azrael look over the terrain, they see an
open raven, a straight line to the shrine.
“This is almost too easy!” Lawin says with a hint of
being cocky.
“Nothing is as easy as it seems, Lawin always be
vigilant, and watch. For our adversary Heyl’el is like a
roaring lion moving about seeking whom he can devour.”
Azrael says.
“Okay,” Lawin says, feeling apprehensive.
He and Lawin come off the hillside and start their
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 Azrael stops as he hears ruffling coming from
behind, He spins around to be face to face with a Tiyanak,
the demon stood no bigger than a five year old child with
pointed ears and a bald head, with tattoo markings on its
face.
Lawin is taken from the appearance of the demon,
“Tiyanak” she gasps, aiming Brimstone at the creature.
“It looks like a goblin.” Azrael says.
“What of it?” Lawin questions.
“If it is a goblin like creature they are never alone,”
Azrael educates.
The Tiyanak opens its mouth; it speaks so fast it’s
like a whisper, hundreds of Tiyanaks step out of the
shadows, Azrael stares at them with a smile.
“Wow, you called it,” Lawin says.
“Oh well, it looks like it's going to be a fun night
after all,” Azrael says in a light tone.
Azrael and the first Tiyanak leap at each other,
Azrael removes its head, He lands on his feet and he and
Lawin run through the open field pushing their way
through the swarm of Tiyanaks butchering the demons like
wheat.

The Tiyanak are too many, they encircle Azrael and

Lawin.
“Back to Back,” Azrael commands.
They go back to back, Lawin opens fire on the army
of Tiyanaks, one by one they fall, Azrael slices through the
army with his sword and elbow blade the army of Tiyanaks
fall before their feet.
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 Azrael drops to his knees, plunges his sword into
the ground and prays,
“Yahuah Eloheinu, I do not understand why we are
attacked again and again by these enemies. We need shelter
from You; You are a consuming fire against all those who
do wickedly, in Yeshua’s name arise Yahuah and smite your
enemies.”
Azrael takes hold of the hilt of his sword,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem hordes of hell!” He yells.
His voice thundered in the air, a shockwave of fire
disbursing from Azrael’s sword, incinerating the army of
Tiyanaks; all that is left is smoke and dust. Lawin is wide
eye in bewilderment,
“I did not know that prayer can be that powerful,
especially calling out the creator’s name,” Lawin expresses
as she feels a burst of new found confidence.
Azrael sheaths his sword, “Remember this,” he says
walking off.
“Wait up,” Lawin says, closely following behind.
An uneasy ambience fills the air, dark clouds form
above the ancient sacrificial shrine; a low statue of a
reclining table sits in the middle of a stone courtyard. The
statue is beyond a shallow pool and in front of a raised
platform, next to a stone support column.
Azrael and Lawin arrive early. Azrael glanced at the
detective, “You deal with your sister, I will deal with this
Prince Detinos,” he commanded.
Lawin tries to return brimstone to its owner, “You’ll
need this,” she says.
“For now detective, you hold on to it,” he says as he
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 Lawin stands for a monet feeling spooked by how
Azrael disappeared, “You need to teach me that trick
someday,” she says as she leaves the area.

SHOWDOWN
Lawin slowly moved to the front porch of a
seventeenth century house, with white, stucco walls, red,
clay roof tiles, and rustic appearance.
Lawin sees her sister through a window, controlling
a crystal ball. Her law enforcement training kicks in, as he
goes through the procedures to open the front door. She
breaks through yelling,
“Diwa it ends her, come with me,” Lawin
demanded.
Diwa picks the ball off the table, and smiles as she
approaches Lawin.
“You’re just in time for your funeral,” Diwa
flirtatiously threatens.
Lawin aims her gun at Diwa, “ I am taking you in
for the kidnapping of Tayan Wayatt,” Lawin says, pushing
her authority over her sister.
“You think you have the upper hand over me sister.
Look at you so smug throwing your badge around like you
own everything, you're such a fool,” Diwa spittles at her.
Lawin takes her badge off and throws it aside, “I am
not the law now, show me what you got,” Lawin says as he
walks up to her sister and punches her in her face.
Diwa stumbles backwards, hits the wall and fumbles
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 “Oops, I think you broke your ball,” Lawin
sarcastically says.
Diwa is losing her magic, she angrily steps up and
stands outraged, her eyes burning with hate toward her
sister.
“You bitch!’ she yells.
“Profanity is a definite sign of a weak mind,” Lawin
says to provoke.
“Week you say,” Diwa says, puffing her pride.
She disburses energy from her hands, hitting Lawin
with a shock wave of magical beams; she feels the sting as
she hits the floor bleeding from the lacerations.
“You’re over confident pride is your downfall
sister!” Diwa snarls.
“You should have hid behind your badge” she
boasted clenching her fist.
Lawin screams in pain as Diwa's magic wenches her
wounded body.
“You seriously thought you could beat me?” Diwa
laughs in a taunting manner.
Lawin slowly lifts her head with a look of horror in
her eyes as she struggles to reach for brimstone.
“Against the power of Detinos there can be no
victory for the likes of you!” Diwa boastfully laughs.
“Such a pathetic waist!” Diwa says.
Lawin grabs brimstone, but in that split second
Lawin is thrown across the room, she slams against the wall
pinned with some unseen force, but she manages to point
brimstone to her objective target.
“Speak for yourself Diwa, I pity you sister!” she
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 Diwa is hit and she falls over dead, the force of that
held Lawin is broken, she collapses to her knees, seething
with pain breathing heavily partly out of remorse for killing
her sister.
A gong is heard from the inner chambers beneath the
house, Isa shrieks as Agbay monks stand over her as they
release her to escort her. Agbay stands partly in the shadow,
“Black fire forever kindled within me, let the second
birth begin!” he recites.
He looks at the child, “take her to the sacrificial
slab,” he commands.
The monks chant their mystic song, as they walk Isa
through underground tunnels leading them to the opening of
the shrine of Detonis.
Agbay is standing before the altar of sacrifice, he
lifts his goblet to bless it; it glows and sparks, as the sky
answers with a distant thunder. Agbay looks up. His face is
gradually becoming more grotesque as the ritual proceeds.
A monk hits the gong three more times. Isa screams
as they place her on the altar and bind her.
‘Now arise malakhim of darkness and bring back the
days of Noah, before Hashem’s son,'' he declares in his low
baritone voice.
Lightning shoots from his hand like fingers,
enveloping Isa.
Agbay is disrupted; he spins around and sees Azrael
standing in the shadow mixed with dust and debris.
“Who interrupts this ceremony!” he growls.
‘Ceremony Agbay, this is a bad comedy!” Azrael
says, stepping out of the shadow.
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 “Oh the infamous hunter from Shamayim” Agbay
growls.
“You can’t have the child!” Azrael declares.
“She’s mine!” Agbay huffs as he throws an energy
sphere, Azrael parries it with his hand.
Agbay levitates, his flesh cracks open as it swells,
Detinos explodes from Agbay's shell taking on his true
appearance, the black shadow of Detinos falls across him as
he towers over Azrael flapping his leathery bat wings.
Detinos is a huge horned figure draped in black and
silver armor.
“I enjoy ripping these annoying monkeys to bits!”
He says laughing emerges to his full power.
“Now it's time to expel your pathetic life, mortal
fool!” He boasts.
A streak of silver whirls through the air, Azrael’s
blade penetrates through Detinos’ shoulder, “Dammit!” He
growls.
Detinos eyes Azrael with fury, as the Warrior of
Elohim rips his sword back to his hand from Detinos’
shoulder with a telekinesis thought.
“Yahuah has judged your iniquity Detinos, and he
will cut you off from your own wickedness,” Azrael
declared.
Lawin comes walking out of the tunnels, and her
eyes are widening with fear as she sees Azrael and Detinos
in a faceoff. Azrael sees her in his profile vision,
“Lawin take the child and get out of here now!”
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 Lawin heads for Isa, but suddenly she is stopped as
she is encircled by Detions’ monks. The dark prince laughs,
as he paces before Azrael in a mocking way.
“Oh, what to do, what to do. Here we have a
champion of Adamah, but the odds are not in your favor, oh
warrior, fight the monks I kill the child, fight me the monks
I will kill your comrade.” He boasts.
Azrael realized that this fallen Mal’akh has no idea
who Lawin is. He smiles,
“As it is, you boast in your arrogant Detions. All
such boasting is selfish.” Azrael declares.
Lawin positions herself as the monks circle around
her, she shows her badge,
“I am the local law enforcement, if you attempt to
cause me any harm or the child, I will shoot to kill, now
stand down.” she says pointing brimstone.
Lawin makes herself self to Isa, the monks slowly
follow her as she unties Isa,
“Are you alright!” Lawin asks Isa.
“I am now,” Isa answers.
Detinos outraged, “Kill them,” he yells.
Azrael tackles Detinos, the monks attack Lawin, she
fights her way out of the red hooded nightmare, by killing
the demonic creatures with brimstone. that absorbs their
souls from their smoking corpses.
“I like this gun,” Lawin says, grabbing Isa and
leaving the premises.
Azrael hits Detinos and continues to battle with one
another, our hero hits the prince with a few combinations
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 “Don’t you know it's written that we humans you
hate so much, will be your judge,” Azrael says, knocking
Detinos off of his feet.
The fallen Mal’alk struggles to his feet, completely
perplexed by this human’s might.
“I’ve underestimate you Azrael,” Detinos
complements with sarcasm.
“But let me remind you, I am a child of fire and you
are a child of clay,” Detinos continues.
He leaps at Azrael, grabs him and throws our hero
across the field, his body plunges through the stone shrine.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Detinos laughs.
The structure crumbles and buries Azrael. Detinos
unfurls his wings and hovers over the debris.
“That is the difference between you humans and us
Malakhim. You are fragile and we are not,” the Prince of
Orie boasts.
Azrael slowly climbs back to his feet as Detinos
slowly descends,
“Oh my, I am curious what blood runs through your
veins?” Detinos questions aloud.
“I am the descendent of Enoch, the seventh of
Adam, I am the Word of Yeshua the Sword of Yahuah,
redeemed by the blood of Lamb of Yah” Azrael declared.
An awesome silence ensues as Detinos steps forward
pulling his flaming sword from thought to hand. Azrael
steps in unsheathing his sword.
“Well whoever you pretend to be, makes no
difference to me; we were first, your kind are only puppets
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 “Only in your master’s interpretation!” Azrael
rebuttals.
“Can you fly?” Detinos questions as he tackles
Azrael, snatching him high in the air.
They battle fiercely as they climb above adamah.
Detinos hits Azrael, he goes into a free fall,
“Too bad for you, at least we can have another
advantage over you humans,” Detinos laughs as he watches
Azrael fall.
Azrael is falling,
“Yahuah, let me not die from the hands of this fallen
Prince; but those that wait upon Yahuah will be renewed in
strength; we will mount up with wings as eagles, we will
not run and not be weary,” Azrael prayed.
A window opens in the firmament, a light shines
from Shamayim bathing Azrael.
“Fly my son, this day I give Detinos into your
hands,” the voice of Yahuah says, shaking the sky.
Detinos hears the voice of Yah, and sees his chosen
champion flying toward him with great velocity,
“This is impossible,” He nervously speaks out,
bracing himself for impact. The two clash into a violent
combat.
Lawin meets with Mr. Wayett, who arrives on scene,
sees his daughter and embracer with hugs and kisses.
“Detective, thank you for everything,” Mr. Wayett
says, shaking hands with the Detective.
He looks around, “Where is Azrael?” he asks.
Lawin and Isah point upwards to the sky, Mr. Wayett
looks up and sees our hero battling with the fallen prince.
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 “This has been both the strangest and eye opening
mission I have ever encountered,” Lawin expressed with
mixed emotions.
The three stare intently into the sky.

LAST STAND
Under the gloomy sky, lighting splits, the sound of
battle cries and the clanging of metal, the sky lights up with
huge sparks flying from the banging of swords. The two
collide head on at full flight with relentless attacks. Detinos
swings his sword trying to take Azrael ’s head; he thrusts
backwards and jettisons upwards avoiding the deadly
strikes.
Detinos flies at full force tackling Azrael, and the
two tumbles out of control; Azrael throws his sword at
Detinos, the sword sings as it rips through the air, impaling
Detinos in his chest.
“This is the end of the line Detinos,” Azrael yells.
Azrael quickly advances Detinos, and kicks him
again with a side kick and repeats the same move a few
more times.
He pulls Azrael’s sword from his chest and throws it
at him, Azrael catches it, Detinos brings forth his sword a
second time and the two clash.
Azrael blocks Detinos' attack.
“You're just a man, weak and pathetic!” Detinos
yells.
Detinos sweeps Azrael ’s feet from underneath him
and quickly brings down an axe-kick, he plummets to the
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 “You see, the tide is turning!” Yells Detinos.
Azrael hits adamah, dirt and derbies flying
everywhere from the impact. Detinos lands standing over
the broken Azrael , pointing his sword at his throat.
“You weakling of a fool, I am the supreme ruler of
these regions, a god over mankind, so what makes you think
you are better than me?” Detinos boasts.
“Pride comes before a fall, haughtiness before
destruction Detino,” Azrael says as he vanishes.
“You can run, but you can not hide, I will find you
and kill you,” Detinos nervously reacts.
“Who’s hiding?” Azrael says as he reappears behind
Detinos.
Detinos turns and meets his demise, Azrael removes
his head with his sword.
“Yeshua HaMashiach has given me the power to
break your stubborn pride Detinos!” He says sheathing his
sword.
Lawin, Mr. Wyatt and Isa are relieved to see Azrael.
He kneels down to the child,
“Are you alright?” He asks.
“Yes,” she says, giving Azrael a hug.
Mr. Wyatt and Isa leave, by climbing into his
limousine.
“So are you heading back to Areth?” Lawin asked.
“A matter of fact I am,” Azrael says, staring at the
skyline.
He pushes a button on his belt buckle and spirit
comes pulling up, he climbs on,
“Detective, I hope you find what you're looking for
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 “Thanks to you, I now have a new path to explore.
Till we meet again Hunter,” Lawin says, saluting her new
comrade in a light tone.
Azrael just smiles as he rides off.

WOLF CURSE
Second century BC a fierce battle was waged over
the seas of Adamah, many casualties of Malakhim litter
Adamah’s SouthEastern region of Islands. Heyl’el stand
over the dead as he promotes Athena.
He gazes on her as she unfurls her wings holding a
spear in hand, she’s a majestic beauty with a stern face,
unsmiling full lips, gray eyes and a graceful build,
emanating with power and authority.
“Athena, victory is ours this day. You fought well, I
now crown you my Satan over Hellas, I hope you will not
disappoint me?” He commissions her placing a war crown
on her brow.
“No Ba’al, I will bring death to those who follow
Hashem, the souls of this region will be yours,” she boasted
as she kneels before her master.
Heyl’el opens his dragon wings,
See that you do, and make the souls believe I am
the only one for their salvation,” The King of Darkness
commanded.
He takes to the sky, Athena watches,
“As you command she says taking a stand looking
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 In the fourth century of the country of Hellas, the
mainland facing the Syra Islands of the Aegean Sea, is an
ancient town of Thoricus, where once the Athenians had
silver mines.
The Toricus War was a war fought in ancient Hellas
between Athens and Sparta, the two most powerful
city-states in ancient lands at the time. This war shifted
power from Athens to Sparta, making Sparta the most
powerful city-state in the region.
This aroused Athena’s wrath to win back her
territory over the Spartans who were skilled warriors, she
used silver from the land and mixed it with her blood and
breathed a curse over her weapon and contends with the
Satan of Sparta.
In the aftermath of the battlefield, Athena
descended onto the battlefield. She’s a majestic beauty with
a stern face, unsmiling full lips, gray eyes and a graceful
build, emanating with power and authority. She approaches
Raji, a fierce Mal’akh wrapped in black and gold lorica
segmentata, he glares through his Spartan Hoplite Helmet,
eyes flaming with blood lust,
“Athena my dear sister, you’ve lost the battle and
my Vampires will rise to rule over your territory,” Raji says
with pride.
Athena throws her spear through Raji, crippling him
as he falls on to his back, her spear whirls back to her hand,
as she slams her foot on Raji’s chest pinning him to the
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 “I have a mission I must complete for our king Raji,
not you or any of our siblings will stop me. I will raise an
army to defeat your Vampires,” Athena says, showing her
defints against Raji’s win.
She unfurls her wings and takes to the sky. Raji
climbs to his feet and watches her fade beyond the horizon.
“This is going to be interesting Athean, I can not
wait to see the outcome,” he laughs.
A throne arise from beneath the ground and Raji sits
on his new throne of authority,
“But till that time, I am now the new Satan of
Hellas” he proudly proclaims.
In this shallow marshland of Hellas is a raised
wooden walkway that goes down into the local village with
lots of trees. The town contains run-down sheds, small
houses, and narrow mud roads. In the village center of the
cemetery is a local area for the dead.
A in the southern parts of Hellas is a shrine to
Athena the goddess of war who’s image still stands as a
place of worship.
Inside of the shrine, Athena's loyal subject, stands
before her idol. Damarcus the spiritual guru of this small
Island is in mediation of prayers to Athena.
Athena appears before Damarcus, he is in awe as he
gazes on her beauty, as she unfurls her wings, she steps
forward holding her spear in hand,
“My Goddess Athena, you grace me with your
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 “I am in need of your help. The powers of adamah
are shifting, Hellas is taken over by Raji and his Vampires.
I need you to convert my people into warriors of the night
to fight against these monstrous fools who oppose me. I
need you to protect this region as its guardian, this is my
territory.” she says with a tone of hostility.
“How am I to do such a task for you my Goddess?
These Vampires fear nothing.” Damarcus humbly asks.
Athena steps up to Damarcus and touches his
forehead burning a pentagram mark of a spider with a spear
into his skull,
“I am a spider and my spear is my venom. Those
who invade my territory will suffer death,” she says with a
vengeful tone.
Damarcus screams in pain as he is being branded.
He takes a stand glaring at his goddess,
“What did you do to me?” He painfully asks.
Athena stairs him down,
“I give you the gift of lycanthrope, every fifteenth
of the month you will be a beasty warrior during the night,
for fifteen nights, with one bite you will convert man flesh
into my warriors breeding me an army to conquer and kill
the Raji’s creatures of abominations.
Crush the Spartian’s empire.” She commands with
vengeance.
Athena takes her spear and thrusts it into Damarcus'
heart releasing the curse of transformation. Damarcus
screams and shouts as he turns into a red main werewolf
standing ten feet tall.
“You know the task, do not fail me.” Athena
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 “Yes my Goddess” speaks the werewolf Damarcus.
Athena folds her wings and disappears from the
local shrine, as Damarcus howls as he transforms back to
his human form.
Modern day Hellas on the fifteen day of Tishrei, the
full moon is blooming, illuminates the night woods outside
of Thorikos. Somewhere in this remote area is a lonely
unkempt cabin, with an open front porch.
Jack an elderly ex-military, sits in a rocker chair,
he’s unshaven, he’s full of pantophobia, drinking whiskey,
holding a rifle in hand with eyes sharply on the forest, and
on his right hand he has a tattoo of Athena’s mark.
“I hear you creeping in the woods, you come near
my place I will blow you to kingdom come.” he yells out
cocking his rifle.
A pair of yellow animal eyes peer through branches
watching Jack, the old man hears snapping twigs, he is
startled, as he quickly takes a swig of his whisky aiming his
rifle, ready for an attack.
“One by one it comes to kill. One by one they
transform. One by one we dwindled to night.” He whispers
to himself as he takes aim.
The tall creature moves quickly stirring up foliage
from the ground, Jack’s fear births panic causing him to
drop his rifle, partly from his intoxication, he fumbles
around to pick it back up.
An unholy growl grabs his attention, he slowly
stands and holding out his rifle ready to fire at anything that
would move, he breathes to calm his nerves. He scans the
forest line and can't see anything.
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 Everything is quite, he peers through the scope of
he rifle, the sounds of dry leaves stur in the brushest, he
quickly turns side to side taking aim,
“Leave me alone!” He yells.
The tall dark beast attacks him from behind in a
blink of an eye, his rifle drops as he is dragged into the
forest, all that could be heard is the snapping and growling
of a ravaging beast as Jack screams out into the night.

REGRETS
At the antique store, Gibbons sits in his chair,
looking over pictures on his HUD he sees images of
Azrael, Maya, Dina, Trish and Zaryah. A tear falls from
his eye thinking about the deadest, and concern for his
brother Azrael and the tasks they’ve endured, he sits back
takes a deep breath and prays,
“Yahuah, I feel like my entire life has lost its
meaning. My heart is broken, I am lost with doubt and pain,
oh Father remind me of your love and grace, how you
poured out your salvation for me through our son Yeshua. I
am in need of your strength, your Shekinah, to give me
wisdom to guide me in Yeshua’s name.”
A jingle from the antiques shop’s front door, Lawin
from Ori comes walking in. Gibbons walks in and sees the
lady standing at the front desk, dressing something like
Azrael leather and steel with a cowboy hat,
“Afternoon Mrs?” Gibbons greets, taken by her
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 “I am Gibbons, what can I do for you, Miss?” he
questions.
Lawin hand him her legal documents,
“I am Detective Lawin, I’ve been transferred from
my country to work here with you. I hear you need help
killing monsters.” she responds. “
Gibbons lifts an eyebrow, his curiosity is pricked, in
who this woman is and much more why she looks like a
mini version of Azrael.
“Monsters you say?” he laughs to himself,
skimming through her folder.
“What’s so funny Mr. Siliverstine?” she questions.
Gibbons lets out a sigh,
“I can see you can handle yourself, military
training, law enforcement. Look Miss, this job ain't for you,
There’s a dinner down the streets looking for waitress, or if
you like there is a cosplay convention taking place this
week at the mall, so good day Miss. Lawin” Gibbons says
walking away.
“Mr. Silverstein, I understand you're a busy man.
But why are you so easily dismissing me? I am here for
training from my country as you can read,” Lawin says.
Gibbons turns,
“I’ve lost to many people in this gig and what
started out as an adventure became a nightmare. I lost my
sister, I lost a close friend, I lost my wife, and I almost lost
my daughter; and quite frankly I am stupefied that I am still
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 “I am truly sorry for your loss, Mr. Silverine, but no
offense sir, I’ve dealt with monsters and demons a few
years back in my country, that is why I am here to learn
more about this plague,” Lawin shared her purpose.
“Let me guess, Mr. Wyatt sent you?” Gibbons
questions with his odd humor.
“Yes he endorsed a new government contract for
our new branch of law for monster hunting. I’ve been
charged as headmaster of this program because of my
experience with the help of an extremely tall man from
Areth,” she confronts Gibbons.
“Tall man you said, dresses like you but more
menacing?” He laughs to himself.
“Yeah, you know him?” she asks with curiosity.
“Yes, as a matter of fact he’s my brother,” Gibbons
says with a slight smile.
Lawin laughs,
“But he doesn't look anything like you,” she
respectfully says.
Gibbons give her a uneasy look,
“He was married to my sister, that is all I can say at
this time,” he responds.
Fair enough Mr. Selverstine; please reconsider your
decision. I am asking you to give me a chance, if it doesn’t
work out, I’ll go back to my own country, but I have to
come back with something or I will lose my job.” She
pleads her reason.
“I’ll think about it, Miss. Lawin,” Gibbons says.
Suddenly the alarms go off. Lawin looks about
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 “What’s going on?” she questions following
Gibbions to the main fort,
“It's the S.P.S alert,” Gibbons replies.
“S.P.S alert, what is a P.SP?” She questions with
curiosity.
“The S.P.S, is a system that I have developed to
read and track Supernatural, Paranormal, and Spectral
energies throughout the nations,” he explains walking into
the main fort.
“Oh finally some action,” Lawin says feeling a bit
excited and overwhelmed.
Zaryah is monitoring the activities on the main
monitors.
“Will you please shut that alarm off,” Gibbons
commands, taking his seat like a captain of a ship.
“Zaryah meet Detective Lawin; Lawin meet my
daughter Zaryah,” Gibbons says, flipping some switches on
his console.
Zaryah looks up,
“Hay welcome,” She says with a smile.
Gibbons glances at his daughter,
“Zaryah, what kind of activity are we looking at?”
Gibbons questions.
Zaryah, punches some buttons on her keyboard, the
S.P.S system is tracking…tracking…tracking…target
acquired Thorikos in the country of Hellas.” Zaryah
reports.
“This is some fancy equipment you got here Mr.
Siliverstine.” Lawin complements as she marvels over the
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Zaryah watches the spectrum analysis on the
monitor an order of increasing frequency and decreasing
wavelength are displayed as their colors turn indigo.
“Hay pops, in the southern portion of ancient Attica,
we have a reading of a paranormal activity” Zaryah
reports.
Gibbon cross references with his readings,
The Island of Hellas the small town of Thorikos” he
says.
Gibbons pulls up a record account of the Satans that
could possibly govern the region; a rotating 3D image of
Athena is shown.
“How Accurate is this system of yours?” Lawin
questions.
“The computer analysis, gives us an estimate
reading what we are up against, like all machines and
gadgets there not perfect, their man made, there are always
flaws, as we complete each mission we update the
databanks, strengths, weakness, tools to defeat these
creatures, then we print them into books, it's always good
to have a hard copy,” Gibbons answers.
“What's the reason for recording these activities of
yours, besides collecting trophies; when you kill these
monsters aren't they gone for good?” Lawin continues the
question.
“These creatures like the paranormals are flesh, they
will die, but their essence, spirit energy, we can harness
their energy as a weapon against the darkness; or they are
bound into darkness beneath our feet,” Gibbons completed
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 He then glance at the image of Athena then at his
daughter Zaryah,
“Zaryah without a computer, I want you to give me
the history of this Mal’akh.” Gibbons instructs.
Zaryah stand and faces her father, folding her arms
behind her back,
“In ancient Hellas Athena one of Heyl’el’s generals
but to the humans, she is a Goddess of wisdom, War, and
an Alchemist, the magic of transformation.
The word Alchemist in today’s language we call it
crafts, she is the Satan over the small town Thorikos in
Hellas, after the children of men broke oath with Elohim,
she was able to over power Minerva one of the seventy
two holy malakhim to help the children of men to govern in
righteousness.
Before the immersion of Adamah, she conceived a
child from a mortal male name Hephaestus and their child
grew to be a titan, who in turn consumed his father out of
hunger this made Athena waxed hot with rage and she
buried Enkelados her son beneath the Mount of Etna and
made her aigis from the skin of his phallus.
When Yahuah declared the destruction of these
Nephilim, led by the four champions of Shamayim known
as the Hayyoth they issued a campaign against the
Watchers who were made to watch own their children kill
off eachother, and the Watchers were buried for seventy
generations due to their transgressions of mating with
humans.” She complied.
“Well done, I am impress” Gibbons complements
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 “Yes, it is. Know thy enemy, less chances of
dying,” he humorly says.
“I am aware of knowing your enemy Mr. Gibbons,
but I have never seen anything like this, and your daughter
is impressive with her knowledge, I meant no offense, sir,”
Lawin apologies.
“Thank you,” Zaryah smiles looking back at the
main monitor, the AI voice module speaks,
“Analysis complete, lycanthrope activity, location
originated from small village Thorikos, longitude and
latitude 37.7510° N, 14.9934° E” the AI completes the
analysis.
“What’s a lycanthrope?” Lawin asks.
“A genetic curse of the lycanthrope is a half wolf
and half man,” Gibbons says.
“In other words, Werewolves but aren't they
fairytales?” Lawin retorts.
“Fairytales are Heyl’el’s bedtime stories for
children” Zaryah remarks as she confirms the location.
Zaryah looks at her father with excitement in her
eyes,
“Can I go?” she asks.
Gibbons lets out a sigh,
“Not yet” he replies.
“Father, I just want to help,” she begs.
“And you are in the safety of our fort. I will not put
you in harm's way, as I did with your mother, and Maya”
Gibbons says with a tone of guilt in his voice.
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 “You need to stop blaming yourself for things that
are out of your control, father. Zaryah says defending her
reason.
Gibbons sits in his chair glancing at his monitor
ignoring Zaryah; he felt he did not have to say anything for
he knows how dangerous the supernatural world is and felt
that his daughter was not ready.
“Where is your uncle?” Gibbons questions.
Zaryah sighs, holding herself back and giving her
father respect, she punches in his GPS coordinates, the
satellite pinpoints him in the mountains of Zhongguo.
“Azrael is in the nation of Zhongguo.
“Zhongguo, you guys get around don’t you,” Lawin
remarks.
“Sure do,” Zaryah replies with pride.
“What is he up against in Zhongguo?” inquisitively
asks.
Lawin Zhongguo is the largest nation of Idolatry
that brings offense against Yah, that ties in with the
political actions of those who refuse to obey his
commandments,” Gibbons informs.
“So what demon is he fighting against?” Lawin
asks.
“It’s not a demon, but one of the seventy two
Satans, in other words a Fallen Mal’akh, a general of
Heyl’el’s; and ironically this Mal’akh goes by, “Bull
Demon King” notorious as the Ox,” Gibbons concludes.
Lawin stands staring at the monitor in this digital
fortress, her eyes reading every image and details of
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 DEMON KING
In the cold regions of Zhongguo’s mountains,
Azrael stands in front of Zhongguo's Demon King temple,
a Pagoda style. Snow falls in the mist, his breath is cold in
the frozen air. The temple remains much as it was when it
was originally built, but now it’s covered in frost.
He advances the temple, and pushes open the heavy
wooden doors as he enters.
Staring down on both sides of the temple’s
courtroom are two enormous wooden statues of
Zhongguo’s warrior gods in striking battle poses. In the
center of the courtroom is a frozen throne elevated with
many steps, the temple floors blanketing with snow.
“The Word of Yah is the instrument by which
Yahuah dispenses the illumination of His Shekinah to
believers,” Azrael says to himself surveying the wonder.
The demon king, known as the Ox, appears sitting
on his throne, dressed in an elaborate suit of armor,
protective garments made of overlapping leather and metal
scales.
He stands and his appearance is that of a large man
with a big black beard, bulging eyes, and with a wrathful
expression,
“You come to my temple and blaspheme my fame
with such words.” he growls.
“At least I got your attention, and I have a word for
you from Aravat” Azrael declared.
The Ox’s weapon of choice appears in his hands
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 “I am listening, what does the Father of Creation
have to say?” The Ox questions, tightening his grip on his
weapon, reading himself for battle.
“Oh, Satan of Zhongguo, your days have ended for
your transgressions of Idolatry, causing my people of this
nation to worship you with every little lie you have spread.
You know better not to behave in such matters toward
Adonai Aravat, for every abominable act which He hates
you have done for your glory; now the children of
Zhongguo burn their sons and daughters in the fire to you
and their gods and goddesses, that you have orchestrated”
Azrael speaks Yahvah’s judgment.
The Bull demon King unfurls his griffen like wings,
“I see no Mal’akh from Shamayim, nor do I see the
Son of Eloah to sentence me or to execute such judgment.
All I see is an impudent human,” Ox definitely responds as
he descends from his throne.
“I am a Nevi, the word of Yeshua and the Sword of
Yahuah, I am your judge and executioner Ox, for it is
written we will judge you Malakhim,” Azrael says,
unsheathing his sword.
“There is no way out except through your death
warrior,” Ox threatens.
“Perhaps for you; these are the days that have been
prophesied for the return of our King, Yeshua and the hour
is nigh,” Azrael says.
The two clash locking weapons, they push off,
Azrael flips backward, kicking the Ox in his face. The Ox
summons two of his bat demons, they chase Azrael, he runs
and jumps into a corkscrew dive,
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 Holy flames disperse from Azrael’s hand,
incinerating the bat demons on the spot. The fire eddies
scorching the temple, the Ox tackles Azrael and puts him
into a choke hold, he pulls his dagger to Azrael’s throat
inches away.
Azrael blocks his blade with his steel bracers, as he
battles against Ox’s strength.
“It's time to die, little warrior,” he presses to kill
Azrael.
“Sure it is?” Azrael says pushing back.
Azrael side steps, drops to a sweep kick knocking
Ox off his feet, he quickly rolls out of Azrael’s stomping
foot, Azrael gives a forceful push kick in his chest.
The Ox crashes through the temple wall to the
exterior ice range. He snatches his weapon with his
telekinesis force. Azrael leaps into the air,
“Yeshua ligor Ikem,” Azrael yells, decapitating
Ox’s head from his shoulder.
Ox’s body drops as it disintegrates.
“Idols can not fathom thoughts, desires, longings,
and expectations; man is foolish to worship such idiocracy
in the place of Yahuah.
Idols cause us to ignore the Torah, in search of what
we think we need, these idols are covenantal Gods to suit
our desires,” Azrael reflects watching the Demon king
fade to dust.
His bracer HUD opens up; its Gibbons,
“Gibbons, next mission?” Azrael asks
“A matter of fact I do,” Gibbons responds.
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 “We have a lycanthrope activity, location originated
from the small village Thorikos on the Island of Hellas,
sending you the coordinates.
Azrael’s HUD shows the longitude and latitude
37.7510° N, 14.9934° E.
“I will meet with you in three days, Azrael out,” he
says, shutting off his HUD.
Azrael walks to the edge of the mountain top, as the
Pagoda temple continues to burn down. Azrael glances at
the burning temple.
“Yahuah is a consuming fire to all idols,” Azrael
says as he looks over the horising.

THORIKOS
Near Mt. Etna, the small village of Thorikos on the
Island of Hellas is in disarray an open burial ground of
human remains, a partially dug out site with many
skeletons protruding out.
Multiple forensics officers looking over the dead
collecting evidence. Sheriff Hogan, a tall thin man in his
late forties, is the one who called in his troops after finding
Jack’s remains.
He turns to see Azrael pulling over on Spirit and
Hogan walks over to greet his guest.
“Well hello sheriff. I assume I've come to the right
place” Azrael says as he climbs off his bike.
Hogan is taken by the size of his guest, he glances
around then nods attentively looking over his guest.
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 “Azrael Paranormal Investigator.” Azrael says
taking a few steps forward. He surveys his surroundings
and turns to the sheriff, reaching for his belt showing his
badge of authority.
“So, you're from the Paranormal Universal Law
Institution,” Hogan says with a hint of perplexity.
“Yes and I am here to investigate your situation,”
Azrael says.
“I assure you this has nothing to do with any
supernatural creature.” Hogan states as he glances back at
the victims.
Azrael move over to the recent deceased and scans
the remains,
“You're correct, it's paranormal,” Azrael says.
“Paranormal, supernatural, what is the difference?”
Hogan remarks sarcastically.
“Paranormal are your flesh like monsters,
Werewolves, Vampires, Ghouls and Goblins and so on; but
your supernatural’s are are like mutants with magical
abilities, witches, warlocks, sorcerers; while your ghosts,
demons and phantoms, and Malakhim are based on ethereal
principles that are your Spectral entities, and in today's
world we now have to deal with Genetic monsters created
by man.'' Azrael says, completing his analysis.
Azrael stands and hands Hogan a data stick, Hogan
pops into his HUD receptor and reads the contents,
“Oh yeah formalities, of course,” Hogan says with a
bit of sarcasm.
“So, what are we looking at?” Hogan continues to
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 Azrael notices some shredded bodies with furs,
along with bear traps with the dead, being lifted from the
forensics officers.
“By the looks of this site, it could be occultic,”
Azraek says grimley.
“I hope not,” Hogan says feeling unsure.
The Dragonslayer pulls in, Gibbons, and Lawin step
out and Azrael is surprised to see Detective Lawin dressed
like him in the sense of fashion.
“Azrael, meet your mini me,” Gibbons laughs while
walking by Azrael.
“So did we miss anything?” Gibbons asks.
Azrael ingnors Gibbons and focuses on Lawin,
“Lawin, what are you doing here?”
“Here to work with your team, to learn how to deal
with the things that go bumpity in the night,” she says
humorously.
“She’s on probation at this time,” Gibbons
interjects.
Azrael gives a glance at Gibbons,
“Still having trust issues?” he asked.
“Abit,” Gibbons retorts.
Lawin hands Azrael brimstone back to him.
“I was wondering where Brimstone had gone?”
Azrael says, sheathing his weapon.
“You gave it to me when I had no weapon battling
the army of tiyanak,” Lawin replies.
She pulls out a smaller version of Brimstone,
“The engineering on your gun is absolute genius, so
our brightest scientists created our law enforcement guns,”
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 “All credit due to Gibbons, he’s the inventor of this
operation,” Azrael compliments.
Gibbons laughs as he steps up next to Hogan,
“Sheriff, I'd like to get to the bottom of this as soon
as possible” Gibbons reinsures.
Gibbons glance over the area,
“So what are we looking at,” Gibbons questions.
The Sheriff lets out a deep sight,
“This is the craziest thing I ever saw, skeletons
everywhere mauled bodies. This is like a war zone. First we
believed we had a serial killer on our hands, until we came
to this burial sight.
But most of these bodies date way back to the
second century; but the strangest thing is that they all have
a brand or tattoo mark of a pentagram with a spider and a
spear, indicating some kind of occultic movement” Hogan
says with complexity in his tone.
Gibbons frowns, taking notes on his notepad,
“Do you have an image of this marking?” Gibbons
fishes for answers.
The Sheriff shows him a sketch of the marking,
“If you want a better look at this marking go to the
old shrine South from here, there is a monument of the
goddess of war,” Hogan states as he looks down on his
recent victim.
“We’ll definitely look into the monument,”
Gibbons says as he continues to write notes on his notepad.
“Well, for starters. Most of these recent people are
trappers,” Hogan continues.
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 In these parts of the nation we're plagued with
wolves,” the Sheriff says.
He points to his latest victims,
“But these poor souls, they all have been dragged
here from who knows where,” Hogan remarks.
The Sheriff pulls out an old dusty pocket watch,
“For instance, like this antique,” He continues.
He shows Gibbons and on the back of the watch
it’s inscribed,
"Damarchus 1836"
Gibbons takes a moment to take the information in.
“Interesting find, Sheriff,” Gibbons compliments.
“Yes, this site is loaded with all kinds of trinkets;
like Jewelry, Guns, Skins, Hats, Old Style Spurs, Boots and
so on. The Museum would have a field day with these
things” Hogan says.
Azrael and Lawin step in from behind,
“More like a smorgasbord of antiquities,” Azrael
remarks.
“How'd you find this place?” Lawin questions as
she looks at the recently deceased.
The Sheriff pulls out the Victim’s HUD device,
“Simple. He had this HUD phone in his back pocket
when he went missing. His mother called it in and we
tracked his number here. Nothing but blood all over,”
Hogan says.
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 “Jack Solar, ex-military, tragically lost his wife a
few years back, he has one son, Grant, twelve who has not
been seen for a few months.”
Lawin sees the pentagram marking on Jack’s right
hand.
“Gibbons he also has a mark,” she reports.
Gibbons bends down next to Lawin and draws the
mark on his notepad,
“We definitely are having some kind of occultic
activity, it's something deeper,” Gibbons reacts.
He stands up from his examination.
“Azrael I need you to look to the south from here
there’s a shrine with a monument of the goddess of war,”
Gibbons says looking about.
“I’ll look into it,” Azrael says.
Inside one of the police squad vehicles, is Billy
Fagan, late twenties the Sheriff’s deputy who’s receiving a
fax print out from the Criminal Justice Information System,
from the vehicle’s Computer Automated Dispatch device.
He climbs out and calls out for the Sheriff's
attention as they meet halfway.
“What ya got there Billy?” Hogan asks.
“Just called it in from this old I.D. Spencer Wilkins.
thirty-seven. Disappeared on a camping trip in sixty-three'.
Went missing about ten miles from here at the abandoned
camping site. They found his car but never his body. Until
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 The Sheriff takes the I.D. and looks at it with
disbelief,
This abandoned campsite is the old shrine of
Athena?” Azrael questions.
“Yes sir, along with that creepy statue,” Billy says,
feeling unnerved.
The Sheriff glaces at his three guest,
“Well if you don't mind, I've gotta start to make sure
this site is secure and documented,” Hogan says as he steps
away.
Azrael walks over the site and stops and looks down
upon a skeleton older than all the rest. Lawin is curious,
“What is he doing?” She asks.
“By the looks of it he’s going to get a direct
answer,” Gibbons says.
Azrael bends down, and notices Athena’s marking
on the skull of the dead, he touches the mark, his eyes light
up with a supernatural light; his spirit eye takes him
through time and space. He sees Damarchus who is killed
by Athena for his betrayal of not fulfilling his oath with her.
“Not good,”
His spirit eye continue to show the origins of the
lycanthrope, throughout the centuries, and see the beast that
stalks the lands in stages like one who looks at 3D puzzle,
as his vision begins to fade he sees Athana standing like a
statue,

“Who gives you the right to come to my domain

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“Athena is behind this attack with her new
Werewolf,” Azrael confirms his notes.
He slowly walks about continuing to check the site,
“Gibbons, Lawin it all checks out. We are dealing
with a Werewolf.”
“Well then what kind of Werewolf do you think we
are dealing with?” Lawin asks.
“By the looks of it, it's a pup,”Azrael interjects.
“Yes, but still it’s more like a disenchanted pup, a
trapped soul, taking revenge against its possessor,”
Gibbims concludes as he takes a blood sample of Jack the
recent dead.
“All these victims have one thing in common
including our recently deceased,” Azrael discloses his
findings.
“What would that be?” Lawin asks.
“The marking of their goddess, Athena,” Azrael
concluded.
He then looks at Gibbons and Lawin,
“Gibbons I need you and Zaryah to look at Jack's
background, Lawin you are with me,” Azrael commands.
“Where are we going?” Lawin asks.
“Looking for answers in the abandoned
campground is our first start,” Azrael says.
“Gibbons I want to break this curse and save the
host, we know that this curse can be broken on two ways,
through the blood of Yeshua,”
“That means confessions of sins,” Gibbons realizes.
“That is correct,” Azrael says.
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Lawin speaks out.
“Facing the satan who caused the curse, with the
Word of Yahuah. I want to kill two birds with one stone if
possible,” Azrael concluded.
“I will get Zayrah on the missing child and find the
child’s closest kin.” Gibbons says as he climbs into the
Dragonslayer and drives off.
“To the camp?” Lawin asks.
“Yes,” Azrael says, leading them into the dark
woods.

GODDESS WEAPON
The full moon blooms over the night town, Athena
stands at the peak of Mt. Etna. Standing next to her is a
twelve year old male child, Grant Solars, blond hair, blue
eyes, strongly built and slightly taller than your average
boy.
“Now we have to deal with this Warrior Hunter,
because of your impulse of killing your pappy,” she angrily
scolds Grant.
“My Pappy was a monster, I hated him,” Grant
says, clenching his fist.
“No doubt he deserved what he got, but now we
need to be extra careful to fulfill our mission,” Athena says.

She looks down on Grant,

“You're not to kill anymore, only bite to turn people
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same fate as I gave to your great grandpappy,” she angrily
says, unfurling her wings slowly taking to the sky.
Meet me at the abandoned campsite, I have a small
mission for you, Athena says flying away.
Cool night at lovers lane, a hillside that overlooks
the ocean, where young love flourishes. Deputy Billy
Fagan, is making out with Victoria Walker, the Governor’s
daughter, who’s in her early twenties, the blond hair beauty
of the town,
“Billy we need to stop, I can’t do this,” She says as
she pulls away.
“Oh Vick I have been waiting for a long time to be
with you,” Billy says as he respects her wishes.
“Billy, I understand, but let's do this right, ask my
father for his blessing for marriage, then I am yours for
life,” Victoria says with conviction, giving Billy a kiss to
calm him down.
Billy feeling heated and frustrated as he pulls away,
“You know how I feel about marriage,” Billy says.
He climbs out of his vehicle, three official vehicles
come pulling in, lights flashing and illuminating the area. A
tall man steps forward holding his gun and badge in hand,
“Victoria Walker, you are required to make an
appearance to your father,” Says the head security.
Billy pull his gun from his Vehicle,
“Put your gun down, I am the Deputy of Sheriff
Hogan,” He demanded.
“Billy you're out of your jurisdiction, lower your
weapon no harm will befall you.
Billy reluctantly complay, Victoria glances at him as
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Billy stands there watching, feeling powerless as they drive
off.

WOLVES IN DISGUISE
The abandoned Camp Red Rock site, part of the art
of the wintry landscape, an anchor of land colored in gray
mists. The shrine of Athena with its foreign architecture
structure, sits in the middle of this old ruin, its strong
foundation has lasted for generations. A large monument of
a large black statue of Athena stands inviting her
worshipers.
Azrael and Lawin stand in front of this wonder.
Lawin walks up to the statue and reads a plaque with the
symbol of Athena,
“Athena; Guardian of Dusk and Dawn, the magic
between Day and Night, Mother of the Roses and Queen of
the Night Sky. Her sphere is the period of transition and
change, as seen in the constant twilight of her realm in the
Moonshadow,” Lawin laughs with disbelief.
She turns to speak to Azrael who is now gone,
“Azrael, where are you? Where did you go?
Azrael,” Lawin questions aloud, moving about looking for
him.

Sounds of twigs snapping, Lawin ducks into a small

broken rundown cabin, as a dozen of black hooded tall
creatures, come out of the forest circling the statue,
chanting,
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transform. One by one we dwindled tonight.” they chanted
as one.
Lawin puts her hand on her gun, ready for anything.
She peek her head out as Athena makes her appearance
with Victoria. Grant walks in and stands next to Athena like
a dog to a master.
“We have a new requite delegates of Hellea. It's
time to cast your vote if the Governor's daughter is worthy
of our clan or will she be food,” Athena says, showing
Victoria off like a trophy.
One by one each of the twelve removed their hoods,
revealing faces as Werewolves. Athena listened to the
words of the delegates, and as each one gave their vote nine
of twelve Wolves voted for Victoria's conversion.
Lawin watches with disbelief.
“Wow, this gives a whole new meaning of wolves in
sheep’s clothing,” Lawin sarcastically remarks to herself.
Athena looks at her chosen champion and gives him
a command,
“Bite her,” she coldly commands.
Victoria stands with terror in her eyes, her body
stiffer than a board, as she see Grant changes himself into a
black eight foot Werewolf, Victoria screams as she watches
the horror of the transformation.
Grant takes the girl, and bites her and she is
transformed into a silver-haired nine foot Werewolf.
“Soon my children, the pack that I’ve made with
our king will be fulfilled,” Athena says.
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 “The twelve of you beware of the strangers who are
in town, one is very dangerous, convert them for my cause,
and kill the tall one” Athena says looking about.
The wolves stop howling. Grant sniffs the air,
catches Lawin’s scent. He leaps into the air crashing
through the old cabin, Lawin is caught off guard and is
thrown backward landing hard on her backside.
Grant the Werewolf picks her up and takes her
before Athena. The queen of the night is amuse to see
Lawin, she comes in close sniffing her picking up her sent,
“From Ori, what brings you here child?” Athena
questions.
Lawin stays quite,
“No matter you will be part of my army,” Athena
boastfully states.
She steps up next to Grant the Werewolf and pets
him under his chin,
“Bite her,”
Grant the Werewolf hunches and turns at Lawin and
leaps into the air to bit her, Azrael appears out of the
shadows, kicking the Werewolf aside, he grabs Lawin and
pulls out a tear gas pellet from his belt, and smashes it
against the rocks, the smoke floods the air.
“Yehshu Ligro Ikem,” he shouts.

He leaps into the air landing safely from the chaotic

mess. Athena drops to her knees feeling the power of the
name of Yeshua from Azrael’s lips, her twelve Werewolves
scream and howl as their faces melt from the smoking gas.
“What’s going on?” Lawin asks.
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Azrael says.
“Cleaver,” Lawin remarks.
“Now Excuse me,”
Azrael says walking toward Athena.
Grant the Werewolf and Victoria the Werewolf run
off into the forest before the smoke choked them out.
Azrael walks up to the statue of Athena and puts his
hands on it, he looks at Athena with defiant prejudice, as
she staggers back to her feet.
“Thus says Yahuah Elohaynu: “I will destroy these
idols and put an end to the image of Athena; there will no
longer be a satan to this land; I will put fear in this land of
Hella,” Azrael says, toppling over her statue.
The statue crashes and it falls on its face and its
head breaks off and rolls aside into the forest. Athena
disgruntled,
“This is my territory Warrior of Shamayim, it's late
in the game, where I will have total control over this island
and the neighboring areas,”
“You're a coward Athena, using children for your
leverage,” Azrael says, unsheathing his sword.
“I know who you are, Guardian of Adamah, and I
will not fight with you, but mark my words this island will
be a living nightmare in three days,” Athena says, taking to
the sky.
Lawin comes walking up, she sees the humans who
were once Werewolves, laying dead on the ground.
“Are those Wolves dead?” Lawin asked.
“I am afraid so,” Azrael says, sheathing his sword.
“The powers of darkness infiltrate the structures of
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politics just to find ways to keep humanity under control
for their evil desires,” Azrael concludes.
“Azrael, what did this Athena mean? That this place
is going to be a nightmare in three days,” Lawin asks.
“I believe the majority of the people are affected on
Hellas, the mark of Athena is the sign who are affected,”
Azrael says examining the dead.
“We still have two wolves on the loose,” Lawin
says.
“Yes and we need to set a trap with Gibbons help,”
Azrael says.
“If we obtain one then it will be easier to track the
other,” Lawin says as she sheaths her gun.
Azrael opens up his Bracer HUD, Gibbons on the
other end,
“Gibbons, I just contended with Athena, in three
days this town is going to be a living nightmare,” Azrael
says.
“What do you need?” Gibbons asks.
“There are two werewolves on the loose, and the
twelve powers of Athena are dead,” Azrael continues.
“This is not good, you know they will most likely
pin the deaths of the authorities on us,”
“I believe that the Sheriff and his Deputy are clean;
but we need to set up a trap for one of these Werewolves.
Lawin and I will talk to the sheriff about the trap,”
Azrael out.
“Are you sure that the Sheriff is clean?” Lawin
asks.
“I do but to be sure I need to check to be sure,”
Azrael says as he walks off.

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 Gibbons and Zaryah are going over the facts about
Jack Solar. His ID information flashes on the main HUD,
his military records scroll upwards, his military markings
also flash on the HUD.
“Jack Solar age thirty two, dishonorable discharge
for drug use and anger management. Married and
widowed,” Zaryah reads the facts.
“What’s his religion?” Gibbons asks.
“He’s an Athena worshiper,” Zaryah replies.
“I’m putting a sample of his blood into the DNA
sequencer,” Gibbons says as he places the petri dish into
the sequencer.
“Now we wait, we will know more about our dead
friend here. Meanwhile you man the post I am meeting
with your uncle to trap a Werewolf,” Gibbons instruct
taking a tranq gun with its darts.
Azrael and Lawin walk into the Precinct and they
see, three-officers with a buzzard-like angularity haircut,
matching uniforms, the first officer Curtis in in his late
fifties who sits at dispatch, reading a newspaper, the second
officer a fresh rookie out of the academy Christphor and
he’s not long out of his teens, he’s monkeying around with
the coffee machine. The third officer is Billy the deputy
who’s typing up a report.
“The Sheriff is in the office,” Billy says, pointing to
the office.
Azrael and Lawin enter the Sheriff’s office, Lawin
sits, Azrael stands due to his size. Sheriff Hogan, is deep
into his work looking over photos, digital images, making
notes. He sees Azrael and Lawin walk in,
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 “Yes it's us the bearers of bad news,” Azrael says
with a grim tone.
“What happened?” the Sheriff questions.
Lawin hands him the local newspaper, headline
reads,
“GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS ARE DEAD”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, what happened?
“Your officials were infected with a plague, they
died in a ceremony last night, while we were investigating
the shine of Athena,” Lawin reports.
Hogan puts his pen, tucks his files in and slides
them across the desk and folds his hands and leans back in
his chair,
“That makes me the new Governor till we have
someone official. I hate this town,” The Sheriff grumbles.
“Sheriff Hogan, we have two suspects and we need
to capture them. We need your help to set a trap,” Azrael
says.
“Two suspects? Why do you need to set a trap?”
Hogan questions.
“We believe that these suspects are carriers of the
infectious disease that are causing the mutations of
Wearwolfisim to the public,” Lawin says with empathy.
“Have you or any of your team been bitten by any
wild animals lately?” Azrael asks.
Hogan laughs,
“No we have not. Is there something you're not
telling me?” Hogan asks.
Lawin takes a pad and pen off the desk and sketches
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and he glances at it.
“Sheriff, does anybody in this precinct have this
mark?”
“This is the mark I showed you before among the
dead,” Hogan realizes.
“This mark is a sign of the carriers,” Azrael says.
“What about tattoos?” The Sheriff asks.
“A cover up from the marking so no one would
suspect,” Lawin responds.
“I assure you I am not bitten, and I have no tattoos”
the Sheriff says, showing his arms.
“Come with us, when we catch the suspect we will
be able to explain things a little bit more clearly,” Lawin
says.
“Okay, you pricked my curiosity,” Hogan says as he
climbs out of his chair.
“Meet us at the open forest in two hours,” Azrael
says as they leave the office.
Azrael, Lawin and the Sheriff step out of the office,
“Okay boys and girls, I need to ask you a few
questions and check if you have any markings,” the Sheriff
speaks out with authority.
Christopher finally figures out how to work the
coffee machine as he takes a sip of his bad coffee and spits
it back out as he hears the Sheriff's command.
“Are you serious?”
Curtis steps up behind Christphor slaps his large
hand on his shoulder,
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second whatever the Sheriff says we do as he says without
question,” he instructs Christphor as he takes his seat.
“Okay let's get to work,” the Sheriff says.
The Sheriff looks at Curtis, and handsoff the
newspaper to him as he passes by. Curtis glances at the
heading.
“Curtis, I need you to go down to the old campsite
and look into the deaths of the officials,” the Sheriff orders.
“Yes Sir,” Curtis says heading out the front door,
then stops,
“Rookie you're with me,” Curtis commands.
The Two leave and climb into their police vehicle.
Azrael looks at Lawin,
“You stay here and help the Sheriff, I am going to
meet with Gibbons, see you in a while.
Azrael leaves the precinct, climbs onto his
motorcycle and Spirit lights,
“Azrael, where to?” Spirit asks.
“The last location of the Werewolves,” Azrael
commands.
Spirits HUD opens up showing the map of the local
town she calculates,
“Calculating the appearance of the Werewolf
movements, the logical assumption will be at this point,”
Spirit indicates, showing a mark on her map.
“Excellent, let's ride,” Azrael says as he drives off.

BANE FOREST
A few hours later Azrael is looking down through
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Gibbons, Lawin, and the Sheriff are nearby hiding behind
trees. The sound of the approaching beast is heard, and
then all goes quiet.
Bushes rustle, Azrael shifts his eyes left, a tree
creaks, he looks right, branch sways. Azrael waits for the
inevitable, and then, the werewolf creeps out, clinging
horizontally to the bark of the tree.
The female Werewolf hunches and lunges at Azrael
and he vaults himself up and tackles the Werewolf, they hit
the ground and tossel about; he then knocks the beast out
with a solid punch to its chin,
“Now,” Azrael yells.
Gibbons, Lawin, and the Sheriff each pull a lever
unleashing a cage, Azrael jumps off the beast as the steel
cage confines the Werewolf.
The Sheriff looks at the creatures as it turns back to
Victoria.
“Victora?” Hogan says knowing her.
“I take it, you know her?” Gibbons asks.
“Yes I do, her mother is a local waitress in Tom’s
Dinner,” Hogan replies.
He bends down to examine Victoria, then glance up
at Azrael,
“So this is what you wanted to show me?” Hogan
asks.
“Yes,” Azrael says.
“She’s a friggin Werewolf, so this is the disease
you're talking about?” the Sheriff says with disbelief.
“I am afraid so Sheriff,” Lawin says as she climbs
into the cage covering Victoria with a blanket from the
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 “What do we do with her now?” Hogan questions,
disbelieving his eyes.
“We keep her locked up until I break the curse,”
Azrael says with boldness.
“I am going to need more evidence on this to make
the records stick,” Hogan instructed.
“You’ll have your records, it's happening as we
speak,” Gibbons says.
Lawin glances at her watch,
“Gentlemen, we have less than seventy two hours
before the breakout. Whatever we are going to do we need
to do it quickly” Lawin says.
“Meanwhile I am going to hunt for Grant, Lawin
helps the Sheriff with Victoria, making sure she’s locked
up,” Azrael commands.
Gibbons steps up to the cage and shoots a couple of
tranquilizers into Victoria’s chest keeping her inoperative.
“The young lady is ready for transport,” Gibbons
says, as Lawin exits the cage.
Hogan and Lawin take hold of Victoria and place
her in the Sheriff’s truck, and they drive off. Gibbons
approaches Azrael,

“We should have a reading of Jack’s background

shortly, I’ll keep you updated,” Gibbons says, as he climbs
into the dragonslayer and drives off.
Azrael stands looking out over the horizon, then he
takes a knee,
“Yeshua Hamashiach is my shield in this struggle,
now grant me the wisdom to break this curse, let the
wonder of our Father be known,” Azrael prays.

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 Miyka’el the Arc-Mal’akh appear in his glory,
“Azrael, don't be afraid. Yahuah has heard your
prayers ever since the first day you decided to humble
yourself to save this child.
To break this curse you must confront Athena at the
top of Mt. Etna, that is where she draws her power, the
challenge will be difficult, but do not fear, trust in your
team.” Miyka’el says.
“Yahuah’s will be done,” Azrael says.
Miyka’el disappears in a blink of an eye. Azrael
walks off into the night.

RED ROCK
Curtis and Christphor arrive at the old campsite,
they climb out of their vehicle, and the first thing they see
is the broken statue of Atheana,
“What in tarnation slaps that idol down and where
is its head,” Christopher marveld.
Curtis points to the woods, Christopher’s eyes
follow and see the head of the idol in the woods,
“This ain’t right,” he says feeling unnerved.

“Well keep your head in the game Rookie,” Curtis

says walking over to the crime scene of the officials.
They hear snapping of twigs and unearthly growls
coming from the forest, they draw their guns,
“Back to back,” Curtis commands.
“What is it?” Christopher asks.
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In a blink of an eye the Black Werewolf jumps out
with its powerful jaws, bites into Curtis and drags him into
the woods all we hear is screams then silence.
Christopher is sweating with anxiety,
“Curtis,” Christphor yells.
He hears twigs snapping, the unearthly growl, he
drops his gun and runs, the Werewolf chases him down, the
beast jumps and attacks, from a distance we hear
Christopher scream, then we hear silence. Lawin and
Sheriff Hogan come walking in the Precinct carrying
Victoria, Deputy Bill follows them into the back where they
lock up their criminals.
“What are you doing with Vick,” Billy asks with
great concern,
“Confinement, she’s has been contaminated with a
disease and she is extremely dangerous,” the Sheriff says
locking Victoria behind bars.
“What do you mean contaminated?” Billy asks,
feeling consearn partly for himself.
The Sheriff takes Billy aside,
“Look, I know you and Vick have a thing going on,
so my advice to you is to be professional about this. Do I
make myself clear?” Hogan questions.
“Yes, sir,” Billy replied.
Victoria is awake, she jumps to her feet, wrapping
the blanket around her body tightly out of the fear of
embarrassment.
“Where am I, what happened, what happened to my
clothes, Victoria questions as her mind clears.
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cell,
“Victoria, I’m Detective Lawin, You have been
infected with a disease that transforms you into a
Werewolf,” Lawin calmly tells Victoria.
“You're insane, there are no such things as
Werewolves,” Victoria angrily says.
Victoria leans her head against the cold bars of her
cell with eyes filled with tears and confusion,
Lawin stands up and approaches Victoria and looks
her in the eye,
“If you're not infected then what is that on your
arm?” Lawin asks.
Victoria looks and sees the mark of Athena
perputting from her arm.
“Ah, this is all nonsense. Let me out of here,”
Victoria yells.
“I am sorry I can not do that at this moment,” Lawin
says.
“My Father is the governor of this town. When he
hears about this he will come and get me and you will lose
your badge Detective,” Victoria threatens.

“I am sorry but your father died last night along

with the other delegates of this town, the only person who
is in charge at this moment is the Sheriff and it is he who
put you in here for your own good, till my team can break
this plague. So do yourself a favor, sit down and calm
yourself, I will grab you some clothes and food,” Lawin
calmly says.
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“Damn, this bullshit,” she yells.
Lawin leaves the cell room.
A decrepit wooden frame on the side of a hill.
Azrael surveyed the area. He stops and lifts his head and
looks around,
“I’ll get some footage, I am not alone,” Azrael says,
pushing a button on his bracer.
A tiny drone is activated and lifts out of his bracer
and it records Azrael’s movements.
The black Werewolf comes howling out of the
wood, and tackles Azrael, they tumble down a hillside, they
both jump back to their feet, and exchange blows after
blows.
Azrael avoids killing the beast, but uses his elbow
blades slicing the Werewolf with deep cuts, scarring off the
Werewolf as it leaps way into the forest yelping from pain.
Azrael pushes the button on his bracer and the tiny
drone settles back in and uploads the data.
“The footage are complete,” says a small AI voice,
He then opens his HUD from his bracer and it lights
up with Zayrah on the other end.

“Uncle it's late. Where are you?” she says with

consearn.
“Pulling myself together,” Azrael jokes.
“What happened?” she asks.
“Got ambushed. Have you ever been toe to toe with
an 8 foot werewolf?” He asks with humor.
“No, but I did go toe to toe with a giant scorpion,”
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 “Yes I remember that, I have some footage of the
Werewolf,” Azrael says as he uploads the footage.
Zaryah sees the footage, then looks back at Azrael,
“You could have killed that beast with ease, why
didn’t you?” Zaryah asks.
“That Werewolf is a child and I want to save that
soul by breaking the curse, Not only the child would be
saved, all those who are infected,” Azrael says sternly.
“I understand uncle, it sounds like my old high
school math teacher. Always suspected her to be a wolf in
disguise. Anyways, you alright?” She laughs a bit.
“I'm okay, but that wolf got a grand taste of silver
tonight. He'll be thinking twice about attacking me again.
By the way, Zayrah, I spoke to your father and he’s got a
mission for you,” Azrael says.
“Thank you uncle,” Zayrah says while hanging up
her device.
“Azrael turns about and walks back to his
motorcycle.

HQ
Meanwhile at the Antique shop, Gibbons walks in
just as Zaryah hangs up on her uncle.
“Azrael?” Gibbons asks.
“Yes and he got us a video footage of the
werewolf,” Zaryah says with a huge smile.
“I take it he told you I have a mission for you?”
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 “Sure did, so father what am I going to kill?”
Zaryay asks with anticipation.
“You're not killing anything, except for paper with a
pen. You are now going to be officially a Social Agent on
this mission, your task is to find this grandmother of Grant
Solars. His father is dead and the Sheriff found his
communication device and it was his mother who was
checking in,” Gibbons instructed.
“Father, seriously I am going to investigate on a
missing child,”
“Well we need the proof. Interview with the
Werewolf part one, that Werewolf is a child, remember that
before you start to question my orders," Gibbons instructs.
“I understand to find the child, find the wolf,”
Zaryah realizes the importance of the mission.
“Excellent, get some rest we start tomorrow,”
Gibbons says leaving the main room.
Gibbons walks into the fort, and he pushes the
button on the console, opening the DNA sequencer. The
data information scrolls upward and Gibbons reads the
information.
“Jack Solars is a descendant of Damarcus, the first
Werewolf,” Gibbons says as he stares at the monitor.

WOUNDS
A wearied Werewolf enters his cave and senses
something wrong when seeing Athena standing in front of
him. The wolf keeps his distance trying to hide his fear.
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 She pets the wolf's head and places her hand under
his chin and scratches.
“What's the matter with you my child? Did that
nasty hunter get the best of you?” Athena says, seeing the
deep cuts in his flesh.
“No matter. You will have your revenge soon
enough my pet”, Athena encourages.
The Werewolf collapses to his knees out of pain and
exhaustion.
“Yes…to make things better. You want to get that
hunter to leave you alone, don’t you?” She asks.
The wolf nods his head yes. He turns his head to
Athena revealing his silver burn marks from the battle with
Azrael.
“Now I would like to see you, child,” Athena says.
She waves her hand and the child appears as the
wolf fades.
“There isn’t that better?” she says in a soft tone.
“Yes,” Grants replies.
“Don't worry my boy. I’m not here to hurt you.
Only to make things better,” she says as she looks
him over.
Athena uses her malakhim magic to heal Grant’s
wounds.
Grant feels relieved from his pain and falls asleep.
Athena unfurls her wings sheltering Grant, in her
mystic moonlight rejuvenating him as he sleeps.

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 The following morning Gibbons is sitting at the
breakfast table looking over notes, sipping on his coffee.
Zaryah walks in dressed like an agent, hair tied in a
ponytail looking professional.
“You're looking snazzy Kido,” Gibbons
compliments.
Gibbons hands Zaryah her badge of office,
“Thanks dad,” she says, taking a seat across from
him, eating her breakfast.
She notices her father exhausted from work and
stress,
“What's the matter dad, can't sleep?” she asks with
consearn.
“Prof... I'm still not entirely convinced that what we
saw was evidence worthy proof,” he questions himself.
Noted dad, but all evidence concludes to a serious
matter; we have history from the DNA sequencer, we have
a live host and we have records to prove the spread of this
plague. Now what exactly constitutes proof to you father?”
Zaryah questions.
Gibbons takes a sip of his coffee then puts his cup
down,
“Hocus pocus and people running amok aren't
exactly laboratory level experiments kido. We need
repeatable results and data to back up our conclusions,”
Gibbons says with a hint of emptiness in his voice.
“Maybe so. But when I see you dad, you're missing
that Silverstine edge. You need to forgive yourself in
whatever you're dealing with. This job we do is a life and
death situation at all times. I know that you're training me
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you, I need you,” Zaryah says, convicting her father’s
conscience.
Gibbons remain quiet as they finish their breakfast
off.
“I am off to see Dr. Fu, and good hunting,” Gibbons
says as he walks out the door.

DETECTIVES
Jake's cabin house, early morning; Azrael and
Lawin move about looking for clues of the family
connected to Athena. Inside the cabin its disarrayed,
broken beer bottles, broken windows, round wooden table,
wooden chairs, books and papers litter the floor.
Lawin comes to a bookshelf and pulls out a
parchment with a poem to Athena, and it says;

“Athena the Sorceress who fights with eternal

flames, Athena the Warrioress your heart shines forever
with courage, Athena the healers of lovers who take flight,
Athena the Priestess of dark brings forth your night
warrior.”
“Azrael I found something,” Lawin says as she
turns and hands Azrael the pome.
He glances over it and then burns it with a thought.
“What are you doing, that was one of our clues,”
she says.
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truly sad that his creature man whom he had made in his
image and likeness refuse to worship him, but rather
worship these fallen malakhim whom he also created,
where is the logic in this ” Azrael angrily rebuttals.
“Well I don’t have an answer for that, but as I look
around this place, it has been abandoned for some time,
except for rats, cats, and maybe some slugs that crawl
around,” Lawin changes the subject.
“Perhaps Jack came back to kill his son in what he
was becoming,” Azrael concludes.
“That is an excellent hypothesis,” Lawin says as
they slowly move about the cabin.
“Truth to be known these idolaters brought this
curse upon themselves,” Azrael says with a distaste in tone.
“Then why risk it? Why do you put your life on the
line for those who don’t give a damn about Yahuah, or the
works that Yeshua has done for them?” Lawin questions.

“Yahuah doesn’t enjoy seeing people die, not even

the selfish ones! He doesn't want them to die. He wants
them to come back to him. He wants them to change their
lives so that they can live life to the fullest. He wants us to
stop breaking his commandments! Why must you die?” He
asks.
And as his ambassador I am bound to a code, to
lead a soul to their salvation. This child is underage, this
child has lost his parents, this child is under a foul curse.
I am bound to destroy that curse so that this child
will be free to choose life or death when he comes to the
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Lawin stays quiet, and Azrael turns and leaves the
cabin. Lawin lets out a sigh as she follows him out.

FORENSICS
Dr. Fu, forensic operations manager. She is standing
in a hospital morgue, a cold scenery, with blue lights, X-ray
wall mounts with X-ray pinned to the wall, sterling steel
tables with bodies, along with wall sarcophagus.
Gibbons arrives for his appointment for his
investigations. He walks in and sees her examining the
recently dug up corpses along with Jack’s body.
“Dr. Fu’s analysis on Jack’s body,” he demands as
he greets her.

“Well Professor, the tissue samples aren't exactly in

a pristine condition. Semi-decayed matter could release
heat, and chemicals during decomposition, but to what I
can make out of this mess, its an animal bit, like a very
large K-9 species mutant, kind of bite”
“Exactly what I am looking for. Do you have
anything else?”
“As a matter of fact I do Professor,” she says
walking to her desk, and hands Gibbons a folder.
Gibbons opens the folder and skims through it as
she rambles off her finds.
“The marks on the eighty-five remains are
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teeth aka, think large wolf. Reportedly bipedal prints and
claw marks, that is tissue shredding within a fur coat giving
the accurate talon size through tearing measurements. Some
more than double a human hand or wolf prints. Quite
sizable wouldn't you say, professor?” She laughs with a bit
of amusement.
“Not amusing to the ones who are suffering, Dr.”
Gibbons says, giving a slight rebuke.
“Please don’t mistake me for some kind of
phobophile, in all my career I’ve never seen anything like
this, so my enthusiasm has been mistaken,” Dr. Fu
apologies.
“I understand, and you're forgiven; and you are a
lifesaver Dr., your reports will definitely help close this
case, I thank you” Gibbons says closing the folder,
“So what do you expect from the Sheriff since you
have all the evidence?” question Dr. Fu.
“I expect repeated observation of events in a
documented and consistent manner as we were trained in
post graduate school. Seeing is believing, right?” Gibbons
rebuttals, tucking the folder under his arm.
He turns to walk out of the morgue, Dr. Fu grabs his
attention once more,
“Professor, I do have a quick question,” Dr. Fu
nervously asks.
“What’s your question Dr.” Gibbons asks, expecting
some kind of scientific questions.
“Where is your Van Helsing friend? I have seen him
around and I would like to have dinner with him,” she
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 “You're definitely a woman; I can tell you right now
he'd be flattered, but he’s out dancing with wolves, looking
for a way to save a child from this curse” Gibbons gives his
looks of curiosity.
Dr. Fu changes the subject from partly of
embarrassment,
“Well, I understand, but considering the number of
skeletons dating back to the early 1800's according to our
police records?
If you are truly interested in tissue samples, you will
get the whole hairy truth and nothing but the hairy truth,”
she jokes.
Gibbons laughs at her charm,
“Thank you for the official forensic report Dr. Fu. I
know that people don’t believe anything without proof.
Good day,” Gibbons says walking out the door.

INVESTIGATION
Zaryah comes walking up to an early seventh
century old stone cottage, it's the sanity of these hills, the
ever present home amid such change that has greeted
strong summers and hail stones with such dignity. The old
house grew from the ground as an ancient seed of the hills
born to blossom.
Zaryah walks up to the wood arch door and knocks,
the door slowly opens and we see an elderly lady in her
nighties answering with a rifle from the crack of the
opening door.
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 “Mrs. Solar, I am Zaryah Silverstine, investigating
the whereabouts of your grandson Grant.” Zaryah says
keeping her nerves in check.
“Do you have a badge of authority young lady?”
asks the old lady.
Zaryah pulls out her badge and shows the old
woman, who is reluctant and satisfied. She opens the door,
and to Zaryah’s surprise, the old lady was no taller than
four feet tall, with long silver hair.
She’s strongly built walking with a cane. Zaryah
cautiously walks into the house, the interior of the stone
cottage interiors matches the exteriors, being solid and
practical, yet warm and welcoming. Colors tend to be
muted tones and floral designs. Furniture tends to be plush
and comfortable.

Mrs. Solar sits at her dining table in her kitchen,

Zaryah sits across, and Mrs. Solar pours tea, the two ladies
enjoy the tea.
“So what can I do for you, Miss. Silverstine?” Mrs.
Solar asks.
“When was the last time you saw your grandson
Grant?” Zaryah asks.
“A year ago,” Mrs. Solar responds.
Zaryah pulls out a file and opens it,
“Please forgive me this my first case, and it pains
me to bring me bad news,” Zaryah says composing herself.
Mrs. Solar puts her teacup down, and looks Zaryah
in the eye,
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that child, but I understand that my son is dead and my
grandchild needs attention,” Mrs. Solar says, surprising
Zaryah with her answer.
“You're absolutely right mam,” Zaryah says.
Mrs. Solar’s eyes smolder with tears, as she stands
and goes to her living room. Zaryah follows. Mrs. Solar
goes to her bookshelf and picks up the idol of Athena, and
shows it to Zaryah.
“It's all because of this cursed idol, isn't it?” Mrs.
Solar angrily questions.
Zaryah lowers her head with sadness,
“I am afraid so,” she says sympathetically toward
the old woman.
Mrs. Solar smashes the idol out of grief for the loss
of her son.

“I turned my head once, when I lost my daughter

‘n’ law Louise, to these bastards who called themselves the
Athena worshippers.
They drugged Jack because he couldn't change. The
artificial transformation drove him insane and he killed his
wife, now I fear Grant has done the same thing by killing
his father. I do anything to break this curse,” Mrs. Solar
says, weeping over the loss of her son.
“Where are these followers?” Zaryah asks with
concern.
“There everywhere, they grouped together like
some might think. All I know is if someone could break
that goddess’ influence her occult will crumble to dust,”
Mrs. Solar says.
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Mrs. Solar,
“Mrs. Solar there is a way to break this curse, and
the way I see it you already started it by smashing that
Idol,” Zaryah says with conviction in her tone.
“But I know no God that will have the compassion
to save my Grant or confront me for my loss,” Mrs. Solar
expresses.
“Your absolutely correct Mrs. Solar, there is no God
that can do this; but there is a Father who loves you not like
our fleshly fathers, but the Father of Creation and he wants
to save you and your grandson,” Zaryah says as she takes
Mrs. Solar’s hands to comfort her.
“Who is this Father you're talking about, this is new
to my ears,” Mrs. Solar says, looking at Zaryah with her
smoldering tears.

“His name is Aravat, Father of Creation, Yahuah,

Father of Love and Mercy, Yahuah, Father who protects,
Yud Hay Vav Hay, Adonai Master of Life. He sent his son
Yeshua who is our Torah who made you and me and took
on our transgressions to break the curse of Adam, so we
can be one with Yahuah in the end,” Zaryah expressed.
Mrs. Solar feels the anointing of Yahuah and she
sits down in her chair, Zaryah kneels down and she prays
with her throughout the night bringing her confort.

CONCLUSION
Gibbons walks into the sheriff’s office with his
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evidence before him.
Sheriff Hogan, everything you need to understand
this mission,” Gibbons says as he sits back into the chair
watching the Sheriff read the reports.
“I can't believe I'm sitting here talking about this.
You mean there is actual proof of some type of Werewolf
type creature running around from the 1800's or whenever,
this is not a medical problem? ” Hogan says.
“I don't make these things up nor do my colleagues.
We investigate, document them, and eliminate the threat.
“I hear your Gibbons, I am afraid that two of my
officers have been taken,” Hogan says as he closes the files.
“I am truly sorry for that, but what about Lawin
okay?” Gibbons asks with consearn.
“Yes she is fine, she’s in the back with Victoria, but
what is it that you want me to do?” Hogan continues to ask
questions.
Gibbons opens a map on his HUD, and we see the
local region and computer red line marking the
Werewolves' hunting grounds are from Mt. Etna to the local
creeks near highway thirty-three. We need you to block
these sections off for the next twenty-four hours, Azrael
will find a way to eliminate this plague by then” Gibbons
says with the utmost confidence.
Hogan leans back in his chair,
“I’ll give you the twenty four hours starting at six
PM tonight.” Hogan says.
Gibbons stands and heads out of the Sheriff's office.

THE HUNT
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 The full moon is barely visible from the winter
clouds; a rugged bearded man late twenties sits in front of a
campfire, he’s one of the local wolf hunters. He’s drinking
his whisk to keep warm from the cold night. He holds the
bottle to his mouth and hears a horrible shrieking wolf howl
nearby. Startled, he falls back dropping the bottle.
He quickly grabs his rifle, as another hunter is seen
in the background walking into view from the forest, taking
aim for their protection.
“Holy wolf hounds from hell. I never heard a howl
like that before Bob,” says Logan.
He points his rifle toward the forest and looks about
in the dark.
“Logan, where in tarnation did that howl come
from? For a moment there I thought my mother in law was
back to hunt me down,” Bob says, breaking the ice of fear.
The men let out some laughs and cackles. Inside the
forest is Grant as the eightfoot Werewolf, prowling the
night. Stealthily he watches the men from behind the trees
and slowly moves around to the back where they are blind.
“Now hush and let me concentrate. I thought I heard
my next pelt waiting for me,” Logan says moving toward
the forest.
“Gee brother. You think it's still around?” Bob says
whispering.
The men steady themselves in a ready position.
“Oh, I know what it's probably attracted to your
cooking Bob,” Logan says cracking a joke to ease his
nerves.
“Yeah, well it's probably more suited for a wolf than
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 They hear a sound behind them and quickly turn,
pointing their rifles to find Grant standing there watching
them in the nude.
“That ain’t no wolf,” Logan says, lowering his rifle.
Bob takes his coat off and puts it around Grant to
cover and warm him.
“Well, well, where did you come lad at this time of
night?”
The hunters looked at the emotionless boy more
intently.
“Oh... You're here for the food aren't you. Didn't
find anything on your last hunt? Eh.” Logan questions.
Grant nods his head yes Bob turns back to his
cooking to give the boy some food.
The sky clears from the thick clouds, the moon light
transforms Grant. The shadow of the Werewolf looms very
large over them, and Bob and Logan notices the
transformation. The werewolf howls and the hunter let out
a blood curdling scream, as the Werewolf attacks them.
Azrael is tracking Grant. He hears screams and the
howl of the beast.
“Territorial he’s guarding his hunting grounds. That
explains the vicious attacks on hunters and trappers,”
Azrael says to himself.
Azrael continues in pursuit, he comes to a ravine, he
jumps to the upper plato sneaking around, he sees the
Werewolf stalking the area below. The Werewolf sees
Azrael’s shadow from the moonlite at a distance away.
Azrael unsheathes his sword and sneaks up and
jumps down to attack the Werewolf, but the beast jumps
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 Azrael hits the ground and rolls back to his feet, and
continues the chases, he suddenly comes to a screeching
halt almost going off the cliff, he rebalances himself
looking down into the deep chasm below.
“Cleaver one,” Azrael Growls.
Azrael leaps into the air and comes flying across the
ravine landing safely on his feet. The Werewolf leaps out
from behind the trees, it howls and growls flexing his
animal instinct.

Azrael raises his sword and charges; the Werewolf

snarls viciously and jumps at Azrael, the Warrior of
Elohim leaps into air smashing into the Werewolf with a
flying sidekick, the Werewolf is hit and tumbles back and
rolls back to its feet, leaping back at our hero, the the two
clash battling once again.
Azrael holds his hand back from killing the pup, but
he does manage to cut deep into the beast where it runs off
once again, yelping in pain. Azrael chases him for about
two miles. He comes to the forest clearing, he pulls his hat
off and kneels to pray,
“Father Yahuah in Yeshua’s name give your servant
the eyes to see and the strength to destroy this Mal’akh
Athena, and the wisdom to break the curse of the wolf. I
also pray for my team for their success in this mission, pour
out your Shekinah over us, to guide us in the things we
need to do,” He prays.
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Lawin and Zaryah. He looks into the screen,
“Report,” he commanded.
“Reports are complete,” Gibbons says.
“We have twenty-four hours to complete this
mission, or the Sheriff and his police force will kill the
child, and anyone else who are affected,” Lawin reports.
“Zaryah please tell me you got some good news for
me?” Azrael asks.
“As a matter of fact uncle, the grandmother was
receptive to the truth and she smashed her idol. She
confessed,” Zaryah says with joy.

“Well done team, tomorrow I will go to Mt. Etna to

confront Athena. It's always darkest before dawn, it's going
to get ugly,” Azrael speaks with a grim tone.
“How will we know when the curse is broken
uncle,” Zaryah asks.
“The mark of Athena will disappear, and the souls
of the town will come back to their normal thinking,”
Azrael explains.
Gibbons, Lawin make sure the local authorities
keep their end of the bargain. Zaryah, need you back to HQ
in case we need anything,” Azrael commands.
They all agreed and signed off for the night.
Athena stands at the top of Mt. Enta looking over
the horizon. Heyl’el drops in on Athena,
“Having difficulties Athena?” Heyl’el smugly
speaks.
“Everything is under control my Ba’al,” Athnah
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 Rajha has my army of Vampires, Azazel has my
army of zombies, Samaza has my army of Giants as fallen
man has my army of genetic mutated monsters, but I am
lacking my army of Werewolves,” Heyl’el complains.
“By tomorrow my Ba’al I will have this town to
your cause,” Athaen says, feeling like this is the end of her
mission.
“Oh…no, I am going to charge a power to take over
this region, do you know why?” Heyl’el asks.
“No Ba’al,” Athena responds.
“Heshem has declared no Satans in this region, I
have to clean up your mess,” He angrily displays his
temper.
He lights up his hands with raw electricity, Athena
pleads for her life,
“Oh great one, give me a chance to redeem your
name and my honor,” she cries out with fear.
Heyl’el looks at her with a sinister grin,
“Okay,” he says, dowsing her with power to punish
for the fun of it.
“For your repentance you will battle with this
Azrael to the death, if you bring me back his head I will
keep you in power,” Heyl’el commands as he stops his
flogging.
Athena stand up broken,
“Yes Ba’al, what if I fail?” She nervously asks.
“You will no longer walk Adamah,” he laughs as he
takes to the sky.
“The best to you Athena,” He continues as he flies
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 Early morning crows are pecking at the dead on the
bone site. Gibbons and Lawin drive up to the edge of the
grave site while various deputies look on. Gibbons and
Lawin exit the Dragonslayer as Deputy Billy approaches
them.
Sheriff Hogan is in the background on his radio
watching the scene. Billy nods as Gibbons comes to him
but stops at the border. Lawin eyes the scene,
“We are all here,” Billy informs.
Lawin looks at her watch. All we hear is the
ticking of the clock as the numbers slowly deplete,
30…20…10…0.
“Times up,” Lawlin says.
Suddenly the dead awake, and are transformed into
Zombie Werewolves, the whole town’s people scream and
howl except for a few who were not affected.
“Oh, great zombie Werewolves, '' Gibbons remarks.
Pandemonia breaks out, Werewolves attack the
unaffected, guns blazing, mass hysteria, the town of
Thoricus falls into nightmares as the sun is blocked by the
moon.
Lawin clearing a path shooting the walking dead,
“So this is what Athean was saying,” Lawin says.
The Sheriff connects with her back to back helping
her with the Zombie Werewolves,
“Where is your oversized boyfriend?” he questions
as he shoots one of the Zombie Werewolf in the head.
Lawin fires a couple shots,
“Azrael is not my boyfriend, we are colleagues for
this mission,” Lawin responds.
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question.
“At this time he should be battling with Athena.
The Sheriff and Lawin continue to fight their way
through the walking fur dead.
Gibbons and Billy are running through the streets
from a pack of hungry Werewolves,
“Can we shoot now?” Billy yells.
“Yeah, shoot but no silver bullets,” Gibbons
responds.
Billy and Gibbons turn at the same time, shooting a
few of the Werewolves slowing them down. Billy and
Gibbons duck behind two house reloading their weapons,
“Where is your Van Helsing friend,” Billy asks as
he heads out to see where the Werewolves are.
“He’s breaking the curse,” Gibbons says.

BATTLE GROUND
The top of Mt. Etna, a mirror reflection to the
physical realm; the scenery is like an epic fantasy battle
field, the full moon blooms over the mountain peak, tall
grass sways in the cool breeze.
Athena watches the chaos from her plato.
“Soon my Werewolves will conquer the measly
humans,” she says with pride.
She stiffens as she feels an unwelcoming present,
she slowly turns and sees Azrael materializing.
“You,” Athena says, pulling her spear from thought
to hand.
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the eyes,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem Athena,” he shouts.
Athena deflects the bullet, with her psychokinesis
shield, but the shield is shattered from the name of
Yahshua, knocking her off her feet.
She quickly jumps back to her feet, Azrael sheaths
his gun, and unsheathed his sword,
“Let's try this again shall we,” he says.
“Let's do this dance in an honorable way,” Athena
replies as she falls into her fighting stance.
“Let’s” Azrael agrees.
Despite the tension, Azrael raises his blade
welcoming Athena to the dance of death. She charges at
him as he lunges at her. Athena deflects Azrael’s sparks
spitting blade, with loud clunks showing the power of the
two foes.
Azrael turns, and attacks Athena, she blocks his
strikes, they counter attack with dazzling sword play. From
one’s perspective the two are in harmony moving like the
wind, like that of a martial arts expedition.
Clearly Athena is impressed and she is enjoying the
challenge, but she grows weary, she uses her Malakhim
magic and blasts Azrael in his chest. He is thrown across
the mountain top, lands hard on his back,
“I’ve not had such fun since the days of
Achilles,”She laughs.
Athena unfurls her wings and levitates over Azrael
who is getting his bearings.
“You are truly a remarkable individual. Why do we
need to fight, let us be friends, after all it is written to love
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 Azrael recovers and climbs back to his feet,
“To love your enemy is to feed them when they are
hungry, give them drink when they are thirsty, and show an
act of mercy with a quick death; true love doesn't tolerate
wickedness ” Azrael responds.
Athena hovers inches off the ground slowly circles
around Azrael,
“We can be allies, join me and rule at my side as my
king,” Athena tempts.

“Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the
same spring? Can a fig tree bear olives, or grapevine bear
figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water,” Azrael
states, declaring his position.
Athena is obviously thwarted by Azrael’s words, yet
she attacks with a primal savagery. Azrael blocks and spins
in a defensive move, with his elbow blade, he grazes
Athena. She moves back wounded, but more enraged than
weakened.
She charges again, their weapons pound, sparks fly,
their blades lock, they push off from each other and attack
with pure ferocity, Athena is stunned and unprepared for
Azrael’s fierceness.
Azrael unleashes a merciless series of blows,
pushing Athena further and further back until she loses
balance. In one foul swoop Azrael leaps into the air in a
circularly rotation lopping off Athena’s head from her
shoulders with his battle cry,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem,” Azrael yells.
Athena drops and disintegrates to dust, the scenery
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looking over the mountain ledge and sees the small
smoking town.
“Thorikos, now your light will break out like the
dawn, your recovery will speedily spring forth; and your
righteousness will go before you; for the glory of Yahuah
will be your rear guard,” Azrael declared a blessing over
the small town of Hellas.

The Werewolf in the precinct jail cell is howling

and bouncing off of walls, she clings onto the bars like a
monkey chewing on the steel rods trying to free herself
from her prison. Suddenly she goes quiet and stiffens, and
drops to the floor, her body slowly transformers back to
human. Victoria lies unconscious as the marking of Athena
fades away.
Gibbons and Billy are running from a pack of
ravaging Werewolves, they continue to fire upon the beast
as they slowly are backed into a corner running out of
ammo,
“I’m empty,” Billy says, dropping his gun.
“Me too,” Gibbons says.
“What now?” Billy asks
“Pray,” Gibbons responds.
“How can you pray in a situation like this,” Billy
grumbles back.
“Rejoice always. Pray continually. Give thanks in
every situation because this is Yahuah’s will for you in
Messiah Yeshua; and whenever you stand up to pray, if you
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may forgive you for your wrongdoings,” Gibbons replies.
Billy hears Gibbons but is distracted as he sees the
darkened skies receding like a scroll as the sun eats up the
darkness. A Werewolf towers over Billy, he backs up
against the wall screaming like a child as he cradles himself
from the attack of the raged beast that overshadows him.
Suddenly the Werewolves go silent and stiffens,
they all drop to the ground at the same time, slowly
transform back to their human form.
“What just happened?” Billy asks.
“Azrael did it, the curse is broken,” Gibbons says,
feeling relieved.
“Looks like your prayers worked doc,” Billy
remarks with a hint of disbelief.
“Yeah they did,” Gibbons says confidently looking
over the unconscious people; littering the streets.
Billy and Gibbons see Curtis and Christphor as they
watch the mark of Athena fade away from their flesh.
Billy glances at Gibbons then he stand up realizing
that the curse is truly broken and he runs off heading back
to the precinct,
“Victora,” he yells.
Gibbons lets out a sigh as he slowly slides down the
wall touching the ground to rest from his overexertion,
“Blessed be your name Yahuah for this victory in
Yeshua’s name,” he says with gratitude.
Lawin and Seriff Hogan, running through the forest
with a pack of Zombie Werewolves on their tail, one of the
Werewolves jump into the air, tackles the Sheriff, they
tumble about, Hogan grabs a thick branch and gags the
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Lawin circles around, pulling her knife from
beneath her jacket, she dives into a shoulder roll, slicing
the Werewolf deep into it back, the beast howls in pain he
rears himself high as the pack of zombies take him out due
to the scent of blood.
Hogan rolls out and back to his feet, and follows
Lawin as they continue to run through the forest. They
come to a stop to catch their breath.
“Do you hear that?” Lawin asks.
The Sheriff is to busy catching his breath and
shakes his head,
“I am sorry I hear nothing but my beating heart,”
Hogan says with humor.
Lawin walks back, the Sheriff follow her,
“Your going in the wrong direction, that's where the
hungry beasts are,” He complains to the ignoring Lawin.
Lawin stops and sees a pile of dead humans. Hogan
is taken by the strange occurrence but puts on his look of
authority,
“What do you suppose happened?” He asks Lawin
as she moves over the site to examine.
They see the mark of Athena fade away.
“Azrael did it Sheriff, the curse is broken,” She says
smiling.
The Sheriff looks at the dead as they crumble to
dust.
“How is this possible?” he questions aloud with
disbelief.
“'If you can believe it? All things are possible for
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through faith. This is not your own doing; it is the gift of
Yahuah, so that no one may boast." Lawin says with
confidence.
“Perhaps your correct detective, something to maule
over,” Hogans says as he adjusts his hat.
Lawin and the Sheriff head back to the main site to
retrieve their vehicles.

AFFIRMATION
A few days later, Zaryah is monitoring the main
screen, Azrael, Gibbons and Lawin come walking in.
Zaryah is happy to see them. Azrael looks over the
computer console, as Gibbons and Lawin take a seat to
relax.
“I am happy to see all of you alive,” Zarah says
with her corky humor.
“Likewise,” Gibbons says, feeling exhausted.
“I hear a “but” coming on,” Lawin interjects.
Azrael pushes a button on a consoul, and a Chimera
appears on the 3D images with its readout.
“Yep, the “BUT” is a mission,” Azrael says reading
the bio of the Chimera.
Zaryah, helps her father back to his feet,
“Let's get to work father,” she says with a smile.
“Let,” he says, taking a deep sigh. Lawin climbs to
her feet ready for the next mission. Azrael steps from the
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be ready, but I am on my own for this one,” Azrael gives
his command. Gibbons takes his seat, reviewing the
information Azrael read. Lawin sits at her desk, while
Zaryah steps up to the comper counsel, they all look at each
other.
“For the glory of Yahuah,” they said in one accord.
Azrael spins around and leaves HQ, and goes to the
gerarudge where Spirit sits on a rotating floor, her engine
automatically turn on, and her AI voice speaks out,
“Fully charged, ready for the next mission, ” Spirit
informs.
Azrael climbs on and rides off for his next
adventure.

LEXPRAYA
Cold winter night, gray skies, a foot of snow
covering the forest terrain, the bark of the trees gleaming
with an eerie glowing light as a mist closes in. Azrael
looks around the forest, unnerved by the haunting silence of
the deep shadows of the forest; he comes upon a rib cage of
a dead roebuck and a host of beautiful glowing GMO
butterflies feasting on its bones.
Azrael pushes a button on his bracer,
“Spirit, are you connected?” Azrael asks.
“Locked and loaded,” Spirit responds.
“I am looking at a strange new species that
nightmares are made of,” Azrael says, looking at the
glowing colorful carnivorous insects.
Azrael scans the creepy pests who are feasting with
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of species loading the data into Spirit’s data banks.
A 3D image of the Genetic Modified Organism is
displayed on his bracer along with a rotating genetic strand,
as Spirit's AI voice reveals the mixture of the GMO.
“New species are called “Lexpraya” a mixture of
Lepidoptera, Exocoetidae, and Piraya genetic strand fusing
as one with a modified Gene Code gives this new breed of
insect a tolerance of the cold,” analyzes Spirit.

“In other words Piranhaflies, annoying flying

piranhas” Azrael disappointingly remarks as he crushes
one of them under his foot.
Then he grabbed a Lexprayas in his gloved hand;
and quickly crushes the six-inch, razor -toothed carnivorous
insect.
“Abomination,” he protests.
He backs away as the flock of Lepidoptera decides
to make Azrael their next meal, circling him like a flock of
bats.
“Territorial protective pests, aren't they?” Azrael
questions Spirit.
“What is their weakness?” Azrael says running
through the forest.
“Try fire, because your always hot and angry,”
Spirit says drily“
Azrael remarks,
“Be still or I will introduce them to you.”
“You wouldn’t,” Spirit coldly remarks.
Azrael continues running through the forest as these
oversized insects chase after him like winged piranhas. He
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 “ESH” he yells,
The Lexpraya are scorched to dust.

CHIMERA
We see Azrael moving through the dark forest,
stretching out for miles. He approaches a stream, kneels,
and brings a handful of water to his lips; he smells
something and takes a few steps toward the order as he
sniffs the air.
He bends down and examines a long brown pellet
shape object on the ground,
“The Chimera,” Azrael says. He moves away
through the trees, tracking his prey,
“Like the days of Noah, they say,” he mutters under
his breath, pushing through the forest.
He stops, and all he can hear is the wind calling his
name. He continues forward, tracking the Chimera. Azrael
crosses a stone bridge that leads out of the dark forest, birds
circling on the distant horizon. He quietly unsheathes his
sword.
Suddenly the stones start to move behind him, a pair
of eyes open in the stone, slowly the bridge starts to rise, as
a huge Chimera rearing up twenty feet tall, a fire-breathing
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The Chimaera hits Azrael with his tail, and he is
slammed off the bridge and lands in the shallow creek
below, among the carcasses of half-eaten animals. The
Chimera roars and comes after him, swinging its massive
tail.

Azrael ducks and rolls, then run at the Chimaera.

He slides under as the beast's mighty paw sweeps over him.
He darts between the Chimaera’s hind legs and slices them
with his elbow blade wounding the beast. The Chimaera
falters a bit, then swings its massive tail and connects with
Azrael, and hurls him across the creek.
Azrael feels the sting from the strike of the beast.
The Chimaera towers over Azrael and raises its tail like a
scorpion to crush its adversary. The beast thrashes her tail,
striking at Azrael, who rolls out of the way, leaps into the
air, jumps on the back of the beast and thrusts his sword
into its neck. The Chimaera roars with pain as it thrashes
about.
“Yahuah in Yeshua’s name gives me the strength to
kill this abomination; Elohim crushed the monster Rahab
and killed the crafty sea dragon; with your mighty strength,
you defeated your enemies, true creation is yours, adamah
you made and everything in it,” Azrael prays as he battled
with the Chimaera.
Azrael takes its main, and with all his might, he
twists its head. All that could be heard was a loud snapping
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off the falling beast and landed safely on his feet as the
Chimaera lays lifelessly.
“So much for the Greek’s myths, now laid to rest,”
Azrael triumphantly quips.
He pulls his sword from the beast and sheaths it.
His HUD opens up, and we see Zaryah,
“Uncle, how's the hunt?” she asks with curiosity.
“Finished,”
Azrael says, breathing in the cold air.
Zaryah sees the glowing butterflies consuming the
carcass of the Chimera.
“Azrael, what is happening with your kill?” she
asks.
“Why is it still alive?” Azrael inquiries
inquisitively.

“Its’ being consumed by glowing blue bugs.”

Zaryah says with concern
Azrael quickly turns and sees the skeletal remains
of the Chimera licked clean.
“Wow, that was fast, whatever did this must have
been hungry,” Azrael says, a bit unnerved.
Zaryah notes the skeleton and remarks,
“Wow, I never saw anything to feast on you before.”
Spirit interjects,
“I didn’t know that was possible,”
“Ha, ha, just have dinner ready for me when I get
home. What do you want, Zaryah?”
“Souvenir,” she replies.
“You want something from this monster, No it ain't
happening. Let the dead bury the dead.
“Oh, come on uncle, just a sample for study,”

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Zaryah pokes.
“No, they will bring a curse, just like Achan and his
family, who stole the spoils of war in Joshua's army. It’s
not right before Yahuah, who grants us the defeat of our
enemies. Would it be right to take from the dead that we
killed for a trophy?” Azrael asks.
“No, it would not be right,” Zaryah answers
disappointedly.

“But I will be home in a day for our Family Day,”

Azrael says.
Zarah smiles,
“Looking forward to it,” She says.
“Is your father there?” Azrael asks.
“He’s been locked up in his laboratory working on
something new,” Zaryah answers.
“That figures, I think he was born in a lab.” Azrael
remarks.
“How are you doing with Lawin?” Azrael continues
to ask his questions.
“We ladies are doing well. I like her, she’s smart
and witty, and she acts like you,” Zaryah laughs.
“Thanks for the observation. She needs a new
hobby, I am signing off, Azrael out,” He says humorously
as he shuts off his HUD.
Azrael walked off into the night.

THE BOX THAT TALKS

Normal quiet morning. Gibbons works intensely on
a metallic square device in his laboratory, and Azrael enters
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distance momentarily, then quietly approaches him.
Gibbons, engrossed in his work, overlooks Azrael’s
presents, who sneaks up from behind him,
"Working on another invention, I see," Azrael says,
A male AI voice speaks out from the metallic
square device,

"Subject is attempting to cover up his inability to

know what device is perhaps due to scientific ignorance;
the subject wishes to hide," the box coldly calculated.
A bemused look skims over Azrael’s face at the
surprise of the interjection of the box, and he gives off a
gruffly and narrowly glare at the new invention.
"What did that thing just say?” Azrael replies.
"Subject is trying to hide feelings of inferiority by
taking a firm attitude," the box replies.
Azrael stiffens up; Gibbons hurriedly interposes
himself,
"Before you go busting things up, I am working on
this device that interprets hidden motives based on the
situation and response from thousands of conversations
with variabilities of outcomes," Gibbons explains.
Azrael looks at Gibbons.
"Then this thing you created can understand our
conversations and interpret them?" Azrael questions.
Azrael takes the box and examines it,
"Subject seems to have grasped the point of
understanding," it coldly says.
Gibbons takes the box from Azrael’s hand and
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new invention by standing between the box and an agitated
Azrael.
"This should become a useful feature aid in
deciphering motives and intentions in difficult situations,"
Gibbons says.
Azrael looks more relaxed,
"Oh really, all I see is the trouble?" he amusingly
replies.
Gibbons turns puts the box on the table, and plugs
an HDMI cable to his mainframe and into his box; a HUD
window opens up, showing the download information into
the metallic device; as he adjusts buttons with a
screwdriver,
"It is currently recording and compiling millions of
interactions between people from all social media. It should
be done reading within a day or so," Gibbons proudly
states, adjusting his celebrations.
"However, it hasn't quite gotten the meaning of
manners," Gibbons adds, looking down at his box,
"Yeah, I got that," Azrael remarks.
"Subject feels he has finally understood by making
this futile statement to save face," the box retorts.
Azrael visibly becomes agitated and menacingly
clenches his fists as he steps toward the box; Gibbons
shields the box with his body.
"I'm sorry it is not yet complete." Gibbons
apologies for keeping Azrael from murdering his invention.
"Your attempt at alleviating his angst has failed. The
subject will now resort to primal instincts to make himself
feel better," the box coldly calculated.
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it; Azrael grabs the box, trying to pull it away from
Gibbons, who hugs the box like a mother to a child, making
it difficult for Azrael to pull it away from his arms.
"Subject is resorting to a prior brute stance to
silence his pain and cover his weakness," the box says,
continuing to calculate motives.
"Weakness… Brute… How dare you to piece of
metallic scrap," Azrael snaps.
The two continue to play tug-a-war over the box.
Azrael picks Gibbons off his feet, attempting to pull the
box out of his hands, and the struggle ensues,
“Help… Help!” Gibbons yells out.

BOYS WITH TOYS

Zayrah and Lawin are at the breakfast table; Zaryah
is nibbling on a toast, and Lawin sipping on her coffee,
“Does your uncle ever eat?” Lawin asks.
“Of course he does; he rarely eats at home; he’s
usually on a mission,
“I think I heard him pulling early this morning,”
Lawin says, finishing her coffee.
Zaryah’s eyes light up; he’s here, awesome, it's
family day.” she says with excitement.
“Family day?” Lawin asks.
“With our line of work, we celebrate seven
holidays, we take the sabbath off, and we take three family
days where we spend time together,” Zaryah explains.
“That sounds nice,” Lawin says, cleaning up her
dishes.
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They drop everything and quickly move to the Laboratory.
Zaryah punches in the code to the keylock, and they enter.
Lawlin and Zaryah glance at each other, somewhat amused
watching the two men wrestling over a metallic box,
“Azrael,” yells Lawin.
“Dad,” Zaryah yells at the same time.

Azrael and Gibbons freeze. Our hero is holding

Gibbons in midair while Gibbons is holding tight to the box
with dear life. They both look at the women with
embracing smiles.
“Boys with toys,” Lawin remarks.
“Can you kindly put my father down, uncle,”
Zaryah commands.
Azrael complies and puts Gibbons down, flattens
the wrinkles of his jacket, feeling a bit embraced,
“Forgive me,” Azrael says.
Lawin circles around them, staring at the men like a
teacher would react to two boys fighting on a playground,
"I thought I heard some testosterone being tested
here," Lawlin says with an amused face.
"Subject is covering her amusement with weak and
insulting remarks," the box quips.
Zaryah and Lawin dart their eyes at each other and
then back at the box that Gibbons is protecting.
“Dad, what have you created?” Zaryah curiously
asks.
The two men look at each other as they diffuse their
childish reactions.
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 “Yes, that thing,” Zaray remarks.
“What is it?” Lawin asks.
Azrael leans up against the wall feeling amused,
“Okay, professor egghead, tell them what it is,”
Azrael says.
Gibbons glances at his box, then to his spectators
with an embracing grin,

“This box is a new invention that reads hidden

emotions. We must be careful. This is one of a kind," he
says as he slowly puts the box back on the table, warily
watching Azrael.
Azrael's eyes are on the box sternly, and says very
pointedly, "Keep that thing on a leash."
Gibbons also keeps his eyes on the box,
"Will do," Gibbons mutters.
Gibbons explains to Lawlin and Zaryah,
"This latest gadget decodes the real but sometimes
hidden motives and intentions of a speaker." Gibbons
straightens up proudly.
"Through many evaluations and analysis of millions
of conversations and their outcomes, it is proposed to
determine the true view of both party's meanings," Gibbons
concludes.
"Like a mechanical truth serum?" Lawin interjects.
Gibbons cocks his head,
“Precisely,” Gibbons laughs.
"Like a motive interpreter, a truth seeker. Too much
lies and deception going around these days, with monsters,
demons, Malakhim, and bureaucratic nonsense, you know."
Gibbons defends his idea.
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like Spirit’s Ai, but with a twist; instead of conversations
and learning, this box tells you what your hidden motives
sound scary to me,” Zaryah says, looking at the invention.
Lawlin takes a closer look at the box and laughs,
"Would have been useful when I was growing up."
she says,

Azrael shakes his head,

"Yes, it starts with good attention, then it becomes
marketable, then the evil hearts of man grow, and it brings
chaos, not to mention taking away the power of free will to
choose right or wrong, " Azrael says with concern.
"I agree, so we must be careful how we handle this
tool,” Lawin says.
It may be most invaluable in the future," Zarya
concurs.
Gibbons shoots an eye at Zaryah,
“You’ve never been against my inventions before,”
Gibbons says, feeling like everyone is against him.
“We love your inventions. They have been a great
asset to our fight. We have no problem with you creating
new inventions for our fight, but if this box can cause us,
Warriors of Elohim, to react against one another, how much
more to those who are not saved,” Azrael instructs.
Zaryah glances at the box, then at her father, and
sees his disappointment; she then turns to Azrael,
“In all fairness, uncle, we should do a field test; if it
proves to work well, we keep the box,” Zaryah says.
“And if it doesn’t, then you kill it,” Lawin laughs.
Gibbons glance at Azrael,
“It's your call,” Gibbons says, holding out the box.
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at it; he lets out a sigh and hands it back to Gibbons.
“In all fairness, we are to test all things. So let us
consider this a family day project,” Azrael says.
“Gibbons smiles and pets his box,
“Oh, thank you, Adonai,” he says with relief putting
his box down on the table,
“I am going to the kitchen to get something to eat,”
Gibbons says,
“He looks at Azrael,
“No smashing,” Gibbons sternly says, walking out
of the room.
Zaryah sees the download is complete, and she
unplugs it,
“Let me check with my father about what we are
going to do,” Zaryah says after leaving the Laboratory.

TRUTH
Azrael glances over at Lawin, she looks at him
feeling awkward,
"Well, I have many things to do," She says as she
pats her stomach.
"I've got to finish my breakfast," She laughs.
Azrael watches her depart, he steps up to the box
and stares as if he is about to kill the box. He looks over
his shoulder where the door closes; he smiles and quickly
grabs the box, and follows Lawin out.
Azrael catches up with Lawin and jumps in front of
her, and slowly backs her up to a wall. He has the box
behind him as he nudges up close to Lawin, cutting off any
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 Visibly intimidated, she looks around,
“Is there something I can do for you, Azrael?” She
asks nervously.
Azrael looks at her straight in the eye, and Lawlin
gulps.

"Am I possessed by some kind of malevolent

entity?” She asks.
Azrael stands inches away from her,
"No, just getting to the truth of the matter at hand.
You do believe in that, don't you?” He says succinctly.
Lawlin gulps again and tries to look away.
"Of course I do," she half remarks.
Lawin looks around.
“Then what do you want?” she asks
"I'm very intent on knowing the truth much more
deeply." Azrael hints as he presses more closely to a
nervous Lawlin.
She darts her eyes, looking for an exit around him.
“I just want to know the truth, Lawin?” Azrael
playfully says.
“Truth about what?” Lawin answers back.
“How do you feel?” He asks.
“Feel about what?” Lawin nervously asks.
“What do you feel for me?” Azrael asks.
“You're a nice guy, but right now you're creeping
me out,” she remarks, trying to edge herself away from
Azrael.
"Subject tries to alleviate the situation through
pretend submission." the box responds.
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what Azrael is doing. Her temper flares and punches him
across the jaw,
"How dare you!" She yells as she walks off.
"Subject attempting to scare her way out of the
situation." the box says.
Lawin yells from the other room,
“Shut that damn thing off.”
"I'm beginning to see the usefulness of this box,"
Azrael says as he laughs to himself.
Gibbons returns to the laboratory and sees the box
is missing. He feels upset, thinking Azrael killed his box,
“Oh, no, he didn’t,” Gibbons says.
He quickly leaves the laboratory. Gibbons walks by
Azrael, then stops, slowly walks backward, and sees the
box in Azrael’s hand.
"Oh, there it is," Gibbons says aloud.
Azrael's face falls as he turns to see an unwanted
Gibbons approaching.
"It never fails." Azrael partly sighs.
Gibbons takes the box from his hand.
"I'm sure this will come in handy one day, once it
finishes compiling its data. Then we take it out for a test
spin." Gibbons surmises.
Azrael sadly turns where Lawin walked out. He
slightly fists the wall in frustration.
"I was so close to finding out how she really felt
about me," Azrael says.
“Wasn’t you that gave a speech about free will?”
Gibbons says convincingly.
Azrael turns and looks at him,
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 Then trust Yahuah, and she will open up and tell
you how she feels in her time,” Gibbons gave his honest
reply brushing that statement aside.
"I don't know, but what do you think? How about
we take it out tomorrow for testing?" Gibbons suggests.
Azrael's eyes follow Lawlin out.
"Yeah, let's take it out." Azrael agrees.
"Great, let's see how it does in public. I'm curious
what it may reveal."
Azrael looks out of the bay window, and he sees
Lawlin and Zaryah walk past the water fountain.
"Me too," Azrael says.

THE TEST
The following morning a formal Gibbons holding
his box, Azrael sitting on Spirit, his motorcycle. Gibbons is
standing on the curbside next to Azrael on a busy street as
cars go by.
“Gibbons, what is that metallic device in your
hands?” Spirit asks.
Gibbons looks at the motorcycle,
“It's a box,” he responds.
“Subject has no emotions,” The box says
“I am a sophisticated AI,” Spirit says, offended by
the box.
Gibbons laughs as he adjusts a few knobs,
"There, that should do it," Gibbons states in a
self-satisfactory manner.
“Gibbons, how many more brothers or sisters are
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 “Don’t worry, Spirit, you are my first,” Gibbons
says with a smile.
Zaryah and Lawin pull up with the Dragonslayer.
They climb out and approach the two men. Azrael climbs
off of Spirit and looks on curiously. Gibbons shoves the
box into a bag and stands,

“Zaryah, you take the Dragonslayer, and we will

follow closely; we are to keep an eye on this box. Gibbons
will do his field test, and Lawin, you will accompany
Gibbons,” Azrael commands.
A bus stops at the bus stop, and Azrael stands as tall
as the bus. The bus driver sees Azrael and his face becomes
nervous,
"Shall we?" Gibbons says to Lawin,
He steps forward onto the bus. Lawin follows, and
the pair seat themselves behind a young couple
comfortably. The bus driver is still staring at his giant
guest,
“Don’t worry about the tall man,” Gibbons says.
Azrael walks away and climbs onto Spirit; the bus
driver sighs with relief and closes the door, and drives off.
Zarah climbs into the Dragonslayer and follows along with.
Azrael.
Gibbons and Lawin look at the box as he pulls it out
of the bag. The couple sitting in front appears angry and
distraught about something as they argue among
themselves.
The female turns to the male sternly,
"Well, your sister didn't seem to know when you got
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 The male angrily looks at the female and whispers
aloud so as not to disturb others,
"As I said before, I was out taking care of my
mother," the male sternly says to the woman.
The box calculates the couple's words as a curious
Gibbons and Lawin look on.

"Male subject uses sarcasm to hide possible guilt

feelings to avoid truthful responses to the statement," the
box blurts out.
The woman gives a quick glance over her shoulder
and sees Gibbons and Lawin. The male feels uncomfortable
with the statement of the box.
"Stop lying to me; you’re always off somewhere
who knows with who? " the woman accuses.
The male is ready to open his mouth as the box
interjects,
"Female subject is attempting to trap male subject
in a lie as he is taking the moral high ground," the box says.
The female shoots a how dare you look at Gibbons,
thinking he is speaking, while the male looks on with
realization. The woman notices her companion thinking.
"I just want to know the truth for once." the woman
angrily growls.
"Female is using a combination of anger,
offendedness, disbelief, and self-righteous verbiage to toss
at male subject into a tight space." the box confidently
injects.
The woman takes in the words of the box as the
male eyes her uncomfortable reaction.
“Alright, you want the truth, I’ll give you the truth.
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it off with you,” the male angrily responds.
The woman reacts with a slap across his face,
“You lying two-timing bastard, how dare you!” The
woman yells reaching for the stop cord of the bus, and he
pulls it.

The bus driver stops the bus; the woman angrily

leaves the bus. Lawin and Gibbons look at each other.
“I think that's enough testing for now,” Lawin says.
“I agree,” Gibbons says.
Gibbons and Lawin feign like they are not aware of
what is going on. Gibbons starts to put the box away as the
male watches.
"Excuse me, what is that thing, and how does it
know all this?" he asks.
Gibbons prepares to answer, but Lawin bumps him
and nods to Gibbons to get off the bus.
“All I can say is it's a box that reads lies and faulty
behavior,” Gibbons says.
The male stares intently at Gibbons; Lawin leans in
and whispers into the man’s ear,
“There is something wrong with your character if
opportunity controls your loyalty,” she says as a voice of
wisdom.
The man is convicted and quickly leaves the bus to
find his friend.
Gibbons amusedly pats the bag,
“Well said, Lawin,” he says as they walk off the
bus,
Lawin waves goodbye to the bus driver.
"It seems to work well, doesn't it?" Gibbons proudly
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 "Yeah, if you want to start a world war," Lawin says
as they continue to move down the street.

GOD CLOWN
Azrael and Zaryah are at a hotdog booth waiting for
Gibbons and Lawin; at the Areth Mall parking lot, a local
carnival is taking place, celebrating five years of the Mall’s
existence.
“Well, so far, the box is proving to be working,”
Zaryah says, biting into her hotdog.
Azrael scarfs three hotdogs down,
“As I always say, good intentions lead to hell,” he
complains.
“You know my dad, he’s still adjusting from my
mother's death and Maya’s; and I just want to say thank you
for allowing him to live a little,” Zaryah says with
gratitude.
“Look, kid, your father, is a genius. The things he
comes up with are baffling but know that everything is
permissible for us, but not everything is beneficial.” Azrael
sarcastically muses.
They chuckle as Gibbons and Lawin come walking
up,
“How did the testing go, dad?” Zaryah asks.
“Surprisingly well,” Gibbons says.
“A little too well, I say,” Lawin interjects with
sarcasm.
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speaks out suddenly.
Azrael stops, looks around. He senses an
unwelcome visitor,
“We’ve got company,” He says.

He unsheaths his sword and takes his stand

Gibbons looks around, puzzled and hugs his box to
protect it from Azrael.
"I don't understand. There is no one here." he quips.
"That box of yours just invited an unwanted guest,"
Azrael says.
Gibbons goes into his defense,
“You will do anything to kill my box,” Gibbons
says, holding the box tightly.
"How can that be Gibbons? Azrael is letting you
test your box," Lawin says as she starts to back off, the
feeling of an ominous presence.
The box is picking up frequencies beyond human
senses." Zaryah informs.
Azrael steps before his family to shield them from
the malevolent entity as it appears before them. Its
appearance is that of a lion and dwarf mix; its face is hairy
and painted white with dark colors like that of a clown, it
has two horns protruding from its skull, and it dresses like a
white-headed capuchin with circus clothes.
Gibbons recognizes the entity,
“The God Clown,” he says with confusion.
“I hate clowns,” Azrael says, moving toward the
dancing God Clown.
Zaryah takes a picture of the entity and gets a
readout of the creature,
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trickster,” Zaryah informed.
“Obviously, the box attracted this malevolent
creature,” Lawin says, giving an eye to Gibbons.

“My box did not bring that creature here,” Gibbons

says, defending his invention.
Zaryah steps up next to Gibbons,
“This Bes is a God of muses, dad, so technically the
frequencies of the box is what drew it here,” Zaryah
explains.
Azrael stands in the center as the God Clown hums
its strange melody as it dances around him; he draws
brimstone and shoots at it, getting its attention; the demon
screams and jumps; it vanishes and reappears behind
Zaryah, grabbing her.
“Oh, such a delightful child; give me the
instrument, and I will let her live,” the God Clown
demands.
“I charge you in Yeshua’s name Bes; let her go?”
Azrael demands.
The God Clown’s body stiffens as it struggles to
hold on to Zaryah after hearing the name of Yeshua,
“Fine, you can have her,” he yells, throwing her
across the street.
Azrael leaps into the air catching her.
“I got you, kid,” Azrael says, putting her back on
her feet.
“Thank you, uncle,” Zaryah says.
“Now step aside,” Azrael says, nudging Zaryah
away.
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filling the air with its strange hypotonic melody, grabbing
the local civilians' attrition to its will.

The God Clown dances around Gibbons and Lawin

as it grabs the box from Gibbons hands with its telekinesis.
Then it grabs a battle axe from thought to hand, leaping
into the air, attacking Azrael,
They battle in the street. Their conflict draws local
citizens' attention forming a circle before the Areth Mall.
A police officer comes out of one of the cafes and
approaches his vehicle when he sees a circle of spectators
watching Azrael and the God Clown battling over the box.
He recognizes Gibbons,
“Councilman Gibbons, it is an honor to meet with
you, what’s going on here?” He asks.
“A cosplay convention for an upcoming film,”
Gibbons says.
“A movie that sounds pretty cool, any idea what the
title is called?” Asked the officer.
“I believe its called Apocalypse In The Streets,”
Gibbons.
The officer watches the commotion,
“Okay I get it, have a good sir,” said the officer as he
walked off.
Gibbons relaxes from the unwanted attention then
glances at Lawin who stays quiet as she watches the
commotions around her; Zaryah runs back to the
Dragonslayer, she opens a crate by pulling a gun out to
shoot the God Clown but is unable to due to the crowd.
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trying to find an opening to shoot the God Clown,
Azrael notices the people are being affected by this
demon's strange melody as the box amplifies its song,
kicking Bes down,
“Away with the noise of your songs! I will not listen
to the music of your hypnotic melody,” Azrael says as he
swipes the box into two with his sword.
Gibbon’s eyes widen as he sees his invention
explodes into pieces,
“My box, you murdered my box,” Gibbons
responds.
Azrael pulls out Brimstone,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem Bes,” Azrael yells, shooting
the God Clown between the eyes.
It stiffens and turns to dust, and the crowd gives
their standing ovation, thinking it was part of the
celebration. Azrael sheaths his weapons and looks at the
crowd,
“Marvel not at what you see, repent for the kingdom
of Yahuah is at hand, turn from your wicked ways, let
justice roll on like a river, and righteousness like an
ever-flowing stream,” Azrael speaks out.
The crowd all went silent then they all departed.
Azrael moves up to Gibbons,
“I am truly sorry about your toy box,” Azrael says.
Gibbons glances at his team,
“I understand we were all affected somehow with
the novelty of this new invention and how it attracted the
demon muse, I stand corrected; not everything is
permissible,” Gibbons apologies.
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this all the time?” Lawin asks.
“No, every family day has a unique event, but the
point of it all is that we do it all together as a family,”
Zaryah says with a hit of joy in her tone,”
“A family that prays together stays together, and
when we obey Yahuah’s commandments, he blesses us and
protects us,” Azrael says, climbing his motorcycle.
“Let's go home, for a good rest,” Gibbons says.
Gibbons, Lawin, and Zaryah climb into the
dragonslayer and drive off; Azrael follows.

SABBATH
In the garden of Gibbon’s estate, there is a prayer
temple and inside we see a tabernacle with a replica of the
Ark of the Covenant, a Manorah that is light with a bronze
bowl of incense on a table, smoking the room.
It's the end of the Sabbath, and Azrael is dressed in
white; his head is covered with a tallit. He is rolling up a
scroll, then he kneels and prays silently to himself.
Suddenly his eyes open, widely glowing; he is taken into
the spirit world by Shekinah to reveal to him what is to
come.
Azrael is standing on a mountain plateau with
Shekinah, overlooking the sea of time.
“Azrael time is short. The night is coming to an end,
and Yeshua is preparing to return to bring our Father’s
judgment to all nations. For the sake of Gibbons, your
brother, Yeshua sent me to encourage you to speak to your
brother, for he is lost in his works, Lawin and Zaryah need
guidance.” Shekinah explains.

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 “I know, but give me the words to speak without
condemnation of judgments,” Azrael asks.

“It is given, but now I will show what is to come to

prepare you and your family and those whom you come
across in these final days,” Shekinah says.
Shekinah points her staff over the sea,
“Look.” she says.
Azrael looks, and he feels and sees the wind rising
over the sea and stirring up all its waves. Azrael is in awe
as he looks upon a man, who’s in Priestly armor, with a
crown on his brow ascended out of the heart of the sea.
The man flew above the clouds; wherever he turned
his face to look, everything under his gaze trembled;
whenever his voice spoke, elements melted like wax before
a fire.
Shekinah turns to the east and points her staff,
“Look,” she says
Azrael turns and looks where Shekinah is pointing,
and he sees an innumerable multitude of soldiers gathering
together from the four corners of adamah to make war
against Yeshua. Then Azrael saw the man carving out for
himself a great mountain, then he flew unto its peak.
“What am I looking at?” Azrael asked.
“The man you see is Yeshua and he created a
mountain for the new Jerusalem,” Shekinah explains.
Shekinah shows Azrael all the nations who are
gathering to make war with Yeshua. Azrael saw that the
world.s military force was afraid, but that did not stop
them.
Yeshua stood like a massive statue in his battle
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filled with tears for what is to come next. He waited till the
army of the world was upon him, hoping they would stop.

It happens all the weapons of warfare are fired upon

Yeshua; as the onrush of the approaching soldiers of the
world. Yeshua neither lifted his hand nor held a spear or
any weapon of war;
Azrael only saw how he sent forth from his mouth
as if it were a stream of fire, and from his lips a flaming
breath, and from his tongue, he shot forth a storm of sparks.
All these were mingled together, and the consuming fire
fell on the onrushing soldiers who prepared to fight, but
they all burned up,
All that was left was a river of blood, smoke, and
floating ash. Then after this Azrael saw Yeshua come down
from the mountain and called to him another peaceful
multitude.
Then many people came to him, some of whom
were joyful and some sorrowful; some of them were bound,
and some were bringing others as offerings.
“The time is short Azrael, the day of Judgment is
upon us, go and continue the good fight until Yeshua
returns,” Shekinah instructs. Azrael opens his eyes, stands,
enters a chamber, comes out dressed in his battle gear, and
exits his sanctuary.

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 TINKER
Gibbons is tinkering in his lab. He pushes a few
buttons on his keyboard, and the Anti-Multi Phaser Cannon
shoots out lasers bouncing them off a tall mirror; many
colors refract inside the laboratory.
Azrael comes walking by the main door of
Gibbons’ Lab; he stops as he hears humming noises
emanating from behind the doors.
“Oh, Gibbons, what are you doing now?” Azrael
says, releasing a sigh of discouragement.
He pushes the key code on the keypad and walks
into the laboratory. Azrael watches the Anti-Multi Phaser
Cannon as it shoots out its laser beams, bouncing off the
mirror. Azrael glances at Gibbons with concern,
"This won't insult me now, will it?" Azrael
questions with sarcasm.
Gibbons responds,
"Probably not until it gets to know you."
Azrael cracks a smile,
“Do you remember the box that talked? Is this
going to be one of those inventions?” Azrael questions with
a hint of annoyance.
“That was not entirely my fault; I did not realize a
demon would appear,” Gibbons responds.
“Gibbons, that is my point; you shouldn’t be
messing with things that you fully do not understand, and
when was the last time you did your prayers or even read
some scriptures?” Azrael speaks with concern.

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 “I ‘ve been busy protecting your butt, creating
gadgets for our team so we can win this war,” Gibbons
reacts in defense.
“The war is not ours; we fight for those who can not
fight for themselves. The battle belongs to Yahuah. The
victories we gained are through Yeshua, our Messiah.”
Azrael rebuttals
Gibbons gave a look of discouragement, finding
words to defend his cause.
But like all inventors, we take risks; without these
risks, our technology would have never been achieved.”
Gibbons defends his reason.
“But your work has become an Idol; what prophet is
there if a person gains the whole world and loses their soul?
The only reason you do all this is that you know I got your
back, and I feel like you're using me because of the
anointing that Yahuah has given me,” Azrael says, feeling
used.
Gibbons reads between the lines of Azrael’s remark
and pulls away from his work.
“I did not know you felt that way, brother, I am
truly sorry, it is not my intent to do you or Yahuah ill.”
Gibbons apologies.
“All is forgiven, but you need to get back on focus,
for you know that the days are short and Yeshua is
returning soon. I need you at the top of your game, along
with Zaryah and Lawin. We have work to do.” Azrael
rebukes.
“I will do my reading, and I will do my prayers, but
I gotta finish this project,” Gibbons confidently declares.

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 "Great! As long as there are no spiders, flying
monkeys, or crazy ghosts coming at you." Azrael responds.
Gibbons shoots him a look,
"Oh, spiders, they are indeed great insulters. That is
until they tie you up on a ceiling for their next meal."
Gibbons remarks as he’s feeling creeped out.
"Oh, that’s correct, their table manners." Azrael
quips back.
Azrael slowly walks around the laboratory,
examining the new Anti-Multi Phaser Cannon along with
all its functions. Gibbons sees Azrael’s curiosity.
"To answer you before you ask. I figured if I could
replicate the Sigil stone frequencies that opened the portals,
I might solve the problem of instant traveling. Imagine the
possibilities?" Gibbons explains.
Azrael looks both concerned and puzzled at the
same time,
"Don't worry, Gibbons. I'm trying not to imagine.
This thing you're doing is going to be bad news for all of
us." Azrael lays down his consearn.
Gibbons sighs.
"No? Imagine the benefits that may come through
this technology." Gibbons muses excitedly.
"Think of it, No more delays. No more accidents.
No more plane crashes."
Azrael rolls his eyes.
"Good grief. We got another John Lenon here."
Azrael bewails.
Gibbons looks up and takes a deep sigh, and
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 "Rescue operations may be more effective than ever
before. Instantly, and without the great accompanying loss
of life usually couples itself with it." Gibbons thoughtfully
surmises.
"Where have I heard this before?" Azrael asks
himself.
He moves over to the large antique mirror, he sees
ancient inscriptions on the border of the mirror.
"Where did you get this thing?" Azrael asks.
Gibbons looks up and nods his head to the other
room.
"Ask the girls. They purchased it and brought it
back here." Gibbons responds.
Azrael waves his hand over it curiously.
"It looks familiar. like I've seen it someplace
before." He ponders.
Gibbons hits a switch. Lights come on, and the
mirror glows and hums.
"That should do it," Gibbons says, feeling amused.
He and Azrael stand back. Azrael faces the mirror.
He stops for a second, giving a second look seeing his
image react differently than he did.
"I thought I saw another me. It's as if my reflection
moved and disappeared for a second.” Azrael says, looking
at his reflection.
"Must be the light shimmering. It could be passed
on somewhere. Anyway, enough for today. The ladies want
to go out. Let's not disappoint them," Gibbons says,
Azrael nods his head and looks back at the mirror.
"Somewhere? Light passing? Where exactly could
it be somewhere?" Azrael questions.

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 Gibbons interjects.
"Hopefully, somewhere like a cosplay convention
we can enjoy. Inventive guys with innovative armor ideas
right up your alley."
A big smile comes to Azrael. He barks,
“Okay, I’m in. Get the girls!" Both of them laugh as
they leave the laboratory.
Neither noticed a peculiar green glow in the mirror
swirling like storm clouds. A tall thin demon silhouette in
the mixer atmosphere is seen as its shape shifts itself into a
humanoid shape and takes form.
It comes closer to the front of the mirror from the
other side. It is a replica of Azrael, a demon known as a
Doppelganger. It cracks a malicious smile, and chuckles as
he steps out from the mirror; strange whispers could be
heard from the other side,
“As you command Exterminatus.” says the dark
Azrael.
it looks about then it walks backward in a circle,
repeating the same words over and over again.
“Somewhere. Somewhere, somewhere.”
Then he straightened himself, then opened a portal and
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 COSPLAY

Meanwhile, Azrael, Gibbons. Zaryah and Lawlin

are in a great crowd of armor-clad monsters imitating
people. A giant robot T-rex stomps by wowing the crowd.
Azrael pats Gibbons on the back.
“Only if they knew what's really going on.” Azrael
remarks.
A lady with two children walks up to Azrael and
asks.
"My, my aren’t we a big fellow.” Said the lady with
the children who was awestruck at his appearance.
Azrael smiles,
“May I help you?” he asks, feeling flattered.
“My children like your dark armor outfit. Mind if
we take a few pictures?"
Gibbons smile,
“Look at you, many fans,” Gibbons compliments.
Azrael gives him a look of annoyance. Gibbons
calmly reacts with a smile,
“I know only if they knew.”
Azrael happily complies and spends the next few
minutes posing and speaking of the return of Yeshua.
People gather around to listen.
Meanwhile, the girls walk around with snow cones
and popcorn admiring the costumes. They go to sit on
benches. Zaryah finishes her popcorn and spies on for
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 A vortex opens up and Dark Azrael appears in the
midst of the crowd, he blends in showing off as he takes to
the cosplay convention. As he moves about he sees Zaryah
and Lawin and heads to their table.
He takes a seat like he’s a high school playboy.
“Hey lovelies what’s hanging?”
Lawin darts her eyes at him,
“Are you feeling alright?”
“Of course love,” Dark Azrael says, flirting with his
eyes.
“I think this convention is getting to your head,”
Lawing reacts.
Dark Azrael leans in as if to say something. Zaryah
interjects,
"Uncle. Can you loan me some cash for something
to drink? I'm totally out of change."
Dark Azrael gruffly responds,
"Me too kid. What do I look like? The bank of
Gibbons? I'll tell you what. Go to daddy and get us all
something." he sarcastically responded.
Zaryah's open mouth looks surprised.
“What’s wrong with you?” Zaryah speaks her mind.
A succubus cosplay woman walks by, showing skin
leaving not much to the imagination with her clothing.
Dark Azrael glances at Zaryah with a flirtatious grin,as he
eyes the seductress.
“Leave my alone kid, I got something to do,” he
coldly says.
Dark Azrael stand up and walks over to the
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 "Excuse me, good looking, would you like to have
some fun?"
“That depends on what kind of fun you have in
mind,” says the succubus woman as she sits down to drink
her coffee.
Lawlin and Zaryah look on with shocking disgust.
Dark Azrael sits down across the table with the young
woman eyeing his prey. The woman’s boyfriend
approaches the table.
“What are you doing with my woman?” asks the
jealous boyfriend.
Dark Azrael sits with no care of the man’s feelings,
“I think your woman needs a real man to show her a
good time,” provoked the Dark Azrael.

The boyfriend is feeling raged, as Dark Azrael

grabs her and kiss her,
“Get your hands off of her,” The boyfriend raised
his voice.
Dark Azrael ignored him and continues to engage
with the woman and she is liking it. The boyfriend’s
jealousy arouses and he rolls up his fist and punches Dark
Azrael in his face. A visibly agitated Dark Azrael rises over
the boyfriend like a mountain startling him.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” asks Dark Azrael,
feeling annoyed.
The boyfriend slowly backs away surprised at the
size of his rival,
“Look mister I don’t want any trouble,”
frighteningly says the boyfriend.
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 “You punched me in my jaw, what do you think I
am going to do, turn the other cheek?”
Dark Azrael grabs the boyfriend and with no effort
he easily tosses the boyfriend into the crowd.
Lawlin and Zaryah look at each other and move
away looking for Gibbons, as the crowd backs away as the
boyfriend tries to get up and recover. Dark Azrael strangely
shimmers, as a few security guards rush into the scene.
Lawin and Zaryah sees Gibbons and a crowd of
people around Azrael talking as he is getting photos with
the children.
“There’s two of them?” Lawin questions aloud.
They push themselves through the crowd to get
Azrael’s attention,
“Azrael,” Lawin yells.
Azrael looks up and sees the two ladies approaching
Gibbons.
“We’ve got trouble,” Lawin says.
Zaryah shows Azrael and Gibbons the Dark Azrael
throwing guards around through her hollow image bracer,
“It's a Doppelganger.” Gibbons says.
Azrael looks at Gibbons,
“Told you problems for all of us,”
“We are so grateful it's not you,” Zaryah says,
hugging her uncle.
“It's time to go to work,” Azrael says, losing his
neck and shoulders moving away from the crowd.

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 COMPETITION
The cosplay convention show begins as other
cosplayers begin to compete in a reminiscent of an old west
brawl. Dark Azrael grins wide.
"Oh. Playtime," Dark Azrael gleams.
An audience forms. Dark Azrael seems to shimmer
more. Azrael appears through the crowd and moves toward
Dark Azrael and they come to a face off in front of an
amused crowd.
“Well, well look what we got here the goodie,
goodie tushies,” Dark Azrael sarcastically remarks”
“Well like they say the town ain't big enough for the
both of us,” Azrael replies.
Cheers come out. The poor security guards surround
the two,
“Which one is which?” Question one of the
security guards.
“Let us see what happens.” Replied a security
guard.
Gibbons steps up, and one other guards recognized
Gibbons,
“Governor, it's an honor to meet you here,” said the
security guard.
“Likewise,” Gibbons says with a hint of humor.
“I see we have two identical giants facing off, any
theories?” Questions the security guard.
Gibbons cracks a smile,
“Twins.” he says as he walks away.
“Ohhh, that makes sense okay?,” expresses the
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 Azrael and Dark Azrael face off like the old
Spaghetti Western Films.
“You're absolutely correct, the two of us can not
occupy the same space; I am going to kill you now,”
boastly says Dark Azrael.
Azrael laughs,
“I will not let my evil side defeat me, you're going
down in the name of Yeshua,” Azrael states as he and Dark
Azrael attack one another.
Blow after blow, strike after strike the two battle
like in a mortal combat expedition. They both draw their
swords and clash, continually to amaze the gawking
audience.
“I know your every move, I know your heart, I
know how to strike you down,” Dark Azrael boasts as they
are locked into a stalemate.
“Your self-defense becomes a self-defeat when you
are doing it for selfish reasons!” Azrael rebuttals.
The two push off each other, Dark Azrael spins off
grabs Lawin,
“It's time to depart from this party, it was fun while
it lasted, but my master has other plans,” Dark Azrael says
as he slowly moves backwards.
Gibbons pulls out a refracting gun and shoots a
beam of light at Dark Azrael, and Lawin and Dark Azrael
disappear. The crowd is silent. Then erupts into cheers and
applause.
Gibbons come up next to Azrael, along with his
daughter Zaryah,
“What happened to Lawin?” she asks with deep
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 Azrael looks at Gibbons feeling flustered,
“If anything happens to Lawin, we could be in
serious trouble with the nation of Ori. We are responsible
for that woman.” Azrael growls.
Gibbons feeling remorse for what happen,
“We’ve gotta get back to the Mansion to fix this.”
Gibbons says with urgency.
“Fix what?” Zaryah interrupts.
“Your father created a portal between our world and
the supernatural with the mirror you and Lawin bought, the
marking is a spell to bring forth a creature from the other
side to this side. Now I have to go and save Lawin into the
Ethereal world.” Azrael says as he walks away.
Zaryah looks at her father,
“You can’t stop tinkering can you? Father this time
it may cost you. We pray that Azrael is successful and
saves Lawin; and if He does succeed please for the love of
Elohim stop creating things that are not meant for us.”
Zaryah lovingly rebukes her father.

DARK REALM
Gibbons fires up his Anti-Multi Phaser Cannon,
Azrael comes walking into the laboratory battle ready,
Zaryah is on the main frame computer helping her father.
Gibbons glances at Azrael.
“Look, I stand corrected, once you get back with
Lawin I will dismantle this project” He apologizes.
He then glances at Zaryah,
“And I will not create anything that will cause us
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 Azrael smiles,
“I am proud of you brother, now open up that
portal.”
Gibbons fires his cannon a at the mirror a misty
portal opens up,
“Get our girl back,” Gibbons encourages.
Azrael walks through the portal in an icy terrain
black mountain peaks, a land filled with decrepit
tomestones as far as they can see. An arch of the stars
stands in the center of the dark gray ethereal realm.
Dark Azrael is dragging the fighting Lawin through
the Arch of Stars, where he meets his master Exterminatus,
a ten foot lanky armored dead like Mal’akh unfurls his
tattered leather wings.
“What do we have here?” Exterminatus asks in a
deep raspy tone.
“A gift for you my master,” Dark Azrael says.
“You idiot she is alive,” Yells Exterminatus.
“I needed her to escape from the Holy Warrior
whom I had to face,” Dark Azrael argues back.
“You're a reflection of that Holy Warrior, so you
coward and use this woman for hostage” Exterminatus yells
throwing Dark Azrael across his prison room.
Exterminatus grabs Lawin in one of his hands and
holds her out looking at her,
“What to do with you child?” He questions aloud.
Lawin struggles to break free from Exterminatus’
grip,
“Let me go you monster,” Lawin cries out.

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 Exterminatus laughs,
“You're such an amusing little one; but I will hold
you into my prison wheel until further notice.”
Exterminatus levitates Lawin with his telekinesis
grip, and locks her into a metal circular prison behinding
her hand and feet in a “Y” upright position.
Lawin struggles to free herself with no avail,
“Let me out, I don't belong here,” She yells.
Exterminatus laughs when suddenly a Mal’akh from
Shamayim appears, cladded in black and gold armor,
massive halk like wings,
“In the name of Yeshua; Exterminatus, no harm is
to come to Lawin whom you have bound to your prison
wheel,” Zadkiel declared folding his wings.
Exterminatus screeches and howls from the name of
Yeshua collapse to his knees powerless. Dark Azrael sees
the Mal’akh of Shamayim,
“Angel food tonight,” he says, unsheathing his
sword.
Dark Azrael leaps into the air to attack Zadkiel and
with one look of Zadkiel, he tosses Dark Azrael across the
prison room again, binding him with his telekinesis.
“Let me go you self righteous mongrel,” Dark
Azrael yells, struggling to break free from Zadkiel’s grip.
Zadkiel slightly turns his head and shushes him,
Dark Azrael mouth shuts and could not speak, feeling
helpless. Zadkiel slowly approaches Exterminatus, who
stands from his powerless moment and sees his nemesis
Zadkiel approaching.
“What brings you to my domain Zadkiel,”
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 “I am here to give you fair warning, no harm is to
come to this woman Lawin. Yahuah’s champion is coming
for her, you can hold her but you're not to harm her; orders
from Yeshua himself.” Zadkiel says.
Exterminatus gives a look at the angry Lawin who’s
struggling to free herself. He glances back at Zadkiel who
disappeared.
“I hate when they do that,” Extermnatus says to
himself watching the Dark Azrael climb back to his feet.
“You have caused me many problems, you have one
chance to redeem yourself. You are to confront this Warrior
of Elohim, and kill him” Exterminatus growls.
“I am afraid I am at a disadvantage,” Dark Azrael
sarcastically .
Exterminatus moves to a large caged door,
“Open it,” he commands two of his imps.
The diabolic imps turn the wheel that hoists the
cage doors open. A horse sized demon bat is hanging
upside down sleeping.
“Take Bangungot, my pet, he will give you the
advantage you need.” Exterminatus says.
Bangungot wakes with its roar.

ADVERSARIES
Azrael stands in the eatheal landscape. He sees the
Arch of the Stars.
“I hate this place,” Azrael says to himself.
He walks to the Arch of the Stars and he is zapped
with a force that flings him across the terrain, crashing
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 “I hate malakhim magic,” he grumbles under his
breath climbing back to his feet.
Azrael looks around expecting something to
happen,
“Okay last time it was a dragon, I wonder what is
going to pop out of the ground this time?” Azrael questions
himself.
The barrier of the Arch of Stars opens up, Dark
Azrael flies through riding Bangungot, the demon bat roars,
Dark Azrael laughs,
“Hay cowboy, let's get ready to rumble,” he yells.
Azrael goes into his fighting stance.
Heyl’el appears in Exterminatus Prison. He
unfurled his dragon-like wings. He sees Lawin and
approaches her,
“So you're a daughter of Ori caught in this realm
alive no less.” Heyl’el chuckles.
Lawin looks at her unwanted visitor not knowing
who he is.
“Who are you?” she questions.
“I am a child of fire, the first of the Malakhim,
Prince of Shamayim, Guardian Keruve of the gates of
Shamayim; and power has been given to me.”
“Power to do what?” Lawin interjects with hostility.
“Aren't we a temperamental child,” Heyl’el says
with glee.
“You're the Devil,” Lawin realizes who she was
talking to.
“Guilty as charged. I’ve been called worse, but
listen to me child; I have the power to release you.” Heyl’el
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 “What’s the price I have to pay?” Lawin asks.
“Oh, just bow down to me as your supreme king,
just this one time. Then I will let you go,” Heyl’el
playfully says.
Lawin looks at her current situation, then looks at
Heyl’el,
“I heard this story once; how you tempted Yeshua
and he said to you worship Yahuah and serve him only,”
Lawin recalls.
Heyl’el feeling agitated from Lawin’s words,
“And your point is?” he angrily says.
“My point is worship Yahuah only,” Lawin says
with conviction.
Heyl’el laughs as he leans into Lawins ear,
“The problem is you really don’t believe, and here
is some news for you, your hero is dead, no one is coming
to save you. Your sins are ripe, your soul belongs to me,”
Heyl’el proclaimed.
Lawin looks at the accuser,
“Maybe I belong to you, maybe I don’t, but let me
remind you oh fallen guardian, even though you remind me
of my sins, let me remind you of your future, your
expiration date is ready to be stamped.” Lawin declared.
Heyl’el glares at her as he slowly backs away,
“Until next time, Child.” Heyl’el growls and
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 Lawin lets out a deep sigh of relief,
“Yahuah is my light, Yeshua is my salvation, whom
shall I fear? Yahuah is my stronghold of my life of whom
shall I be afraid? For in the day of my trouble he keeps me
safe in his dwelling; he hides me in his sanctuary and sets
me high upon his rock.” Lawin prays.

ENEMY WITHIN
Azrael rolls and dodges from Dark Azrael’s attack
who’s flying on the demon bat. The creature roars busting
up the terrain, Dark Azrael keeps swinging his sword trying
to lop off Azrael’s head as they swoop by.
“I did not know I was that persistent,” Azrael mocks
to himself amusingly.
The Dark Azrael takes the demon bat high into the
sky and turns it around and jibs the beast, it flaps its
massive wings holding position, Dark Azrael gazes at
Azrael from a birds eyes view,
“Look at you; overconfident, self-righteous,
arrogant pharisee moron. It’s time to end this game, there
only can be one, and it's going to be me,” Dark Azrael
says, amusing himself.
He forces the demon bat to sore high in the sky,
then goes into a kamikaze dive, Dark Azrael targets his
enemy. Azrael stand eyeing the on coming monstrous
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 “When the wicked advance against me to devour
me, it is my enemies and my foes who will stumble and
fall. Though an army besiege me, I will not fear; though
war breaks out against me, even then I will be confident.”
Azrael says as he unsheathes his sword.
As the demon bat swoops in, Azrael throws his
sword like a boomerang; it slices off a wing from the
demon bat.
“Oh crap,” Dark Azrael says as he spirals out of
control.
The demon bat crashes into the Arch of Stars
crumbing it to dust, as Azrael’s sword returns to his hand.
“Lawin,” he says as he watches the structure
crumble.
The Dark Azrael arises from the aftermath of the
demon bat’s demise.
“It was a good ride while it lasted,” Dark Azrael
says in a cold tone.
He picks up his sword and advances Azrael,
“Too bad for your girlfriend, she’s stuck within
Exterminatis’ prison forever because you had to destroy the
only means in and out of that prison.” Dark Azrael says
with glee.
Azrael gives a look at his doppelganger,
“One will stand, one will fall,Yahuah will be our
judge and the righteous of Yahuah will stand,” Azrael
declared.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way?” Dark Azrael
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 SOUL PRISON
Exterminatis moves about his prison with two
hellhounds by his side, checking his trophies. He see
Demetries Blackwell bound in chains, Gwen tormented by
impish demons, he also see other prisoners tormented in
gortest ways due to their disobedience to Yahuah's
commandment, disbelief of his son and lack of compassion
to the strangers they had passed in life.
Exterminatis move deeper through his prison of
woe; we see thousands of souls underneath his throne. He
takes his seat as his hellhounds sit at each side of his
throne.
One of his soldiers brings him a new lost soul.
Exterminatis deep sockets glow red,
“Bring me that morsel soul,” he commands.
The soldier throws the soul down before
Exterminatis’ feet. He scoops up the soul in his massive
hand, and smells him,
“Ah my favorite, a proud unrepented soul. Welcome
to the second death,” Exterminatis says as he consumes the
essence of the soul leaving it as a living husk.
Exterminatis sits back satisfied with his meal, then
he darts his eyes at his soldier,
“Throw it into the pit of darkness where there is
gnashing of teeth for amusement.” he cackles.
The soldier grabs the soul husk and tosses into the
pit and watches it fall into the darkness.
From behind Heyl’el steps into the view and for the
fun of it he pushes the soldier into the pit. Exterminatis sees
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 “My liege, you honor me with your presents,”
Exterminatis says.
Heyl’el looks into the darkness and see all the souls,
“This puts a smile on my face, watching Hashem’s
image tormented for their sins.” Heyl’el says with a tone of
joy.
He turns to Extrminatis,
“What brings you here Ba’al? The Mal;akh of
Death asks.
“This Warrior Azrael is about to end your
doppelganger. If you value your position, take the living
woman, whom you bound and use her as bait and kill that
annoyance.”
“You want me to face the wrath of the most high,
he’s ready took out Ishtar, Adarmalic, Asheriel, Azmodues,
and the list continues.” Exterminatis reminds Heyl’el.
Heyl’el glares at Exterminatus for a moment,
“You are Death, he is human, your Mal'akh a child
of fire and he is not the wrath he is his just an annoyance
incest to be crushed.” Heyl’el says.
Exterminatus stands his hellhound to do the same.
He snaps his finger and Lawin appears in his arms.
“As you command my liege,” Exterminatus says,
unfurling his wings, wrapping himself and Lawin as they
vanish.
Heyl’el smiles as he sits on Death’s throne watching
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 CONFLICT
The Jekyll and Hide of Azrael commits the two
opposing forces, Virtue and Vice are locked into a mortal
kombat. Azrael swings left, then right, he dodges a
lunging blow from Dark Azrael. Azrael spins off to the
right parrying off another attack from Dark Azrael. Dark
Azrael spins around and kicks Azrael in his chest, he flung
across the terrain, dropping his word, taking down some
tombstone to stop him.
“You make that look so good. Let's do it again,”
Dark Azrael sarcastically says.
Azrael reaches across his body and snatches up his
sword as he comes to his fighting stance. He relaxes
himself observing Dark Azrael's chaotic move, he yells out
to the Dark Azrael who stops to listen for a moment.
“The fear of Yahuah is wisdom, and to eschew our
selfish ambition is good understanding. We are not totally
in control.” Azrael says.
“Blah, blah, blah, all I see is your flapping lips.”
Dark Azrael mocks.
“I give you fair warning, except if you repent, you
will die.” Azrael says, gripping his sword.
“I am my own god in my right, I can do as I please,
I will never change, you are my obstacle that hinders me to
achieve my goals to success.” Dark Azrael complains.
The two imposing forces circle around like two wild
cats ready to kill one another. They leap at each other and
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 Exterminatus appears at the peak of debris of the
Arch of the Stars, with Lawin in his arms, she is hypnotized
not knowing where she is. He holds her close to his chest
almost like a dark romanticized scene. His eyes are fixed
on the two warriors battling below him.
“This looks promising,” he says.
Azrael dives into a slide dodging Dark Azrael’s
swing, jumping back to his feet, lopping off Dark Azrael’s
head, the doppelganger shatters like a broken mirror.
“Or not,” he says with disappointment.
He steps forward holding out Lawin like a doll,
spreading his wings like a prize peacock getting Azrael’s
attention.
“Warrior, welcome to oblivion, you are here for this
woman are you not?” He questions.
Azrael sees Lawin and is a bit relieved she is well,
“Yes, I am. Now let her go,” Azrael demands.
“It's not that simple, I must kill you but I can not
touch you,” Exterminatus says.
Azrael slowly moves toward Death,
“How ironic, obviously you're not just going to give
her to me, what do you propose?” Azrael asks
“If you survive my challenges I will give her freely
to you, but if you die she stays with me.” Exterminatus
challenges.
“Do I really have a choice?” Azrael asks.
“Not really, but do understand that my fight is not
with you but my master commands me to kill you, but I can
not touch you for you are marked by the Most High, but I
can challenge you and if you win the challenge she is
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 “Then let us Begin” Azrael says.
Exterminatus looks at his hellhounds,
“Attack,” he commands.
The hellhounds leap off the rubbish charging
Azrael, he positions himself and the hellhounds attack and
struggle to break free from their locking jaws. Azrael uses
his strength and kills the hellhounds, he holds them out in
each hand like a trophy showing Exterminatus.
“Was that the challenge?” Azrael asks.
Exterminatus laughs.
“That was the preliminary,” Exterminatus says.
From thought to hand he summons his staff and
points to the grave below him,
“Tav, Reish, Qof, Vav, Mem, Cheit” Exterminatus
utters, as he thrusts his staff into the ground next to Azrael.

A pale greet shock wave ripples over the icy terrain,

the ground quakes, tombstones burst open. Skeleton
warriors climb out of their tombs Azrael is wide eyed with
adrenaline rush.
As far as the eye can see is a legion of Skeleton
warriors battle ready with weapons and armor. They stand
ready for their masters command.
Azrael looks in four directions,
“I feel like I am in the seventh voyage of Sinbad”
Azrael sarcastically says to himself.
“Now this is the challenge Warrior; if you survive
this you and the woman are free to go,” Exterminatis says.
Azrael looks at the silent warriors who slightly
wave back and forth like a tree swaying in a calm breeze.
“Let the show begin…Attack,” Exterminatis says.

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 The ethereal grave comes alive, a seemingly infant
swarm of Skeleton warriors rally at Death’s command. The
Skeleton warriors surge forward.
Azrael backs up slicing away, then he leaps back
springboarding off a tombstone landing hard thrusting his
sword into the terrain, creating a shock wave of holy flames
incinerating the army of Skeleton Warriors.
Azrael fixes his eyes on Exterminatus, and lunges at
him. Exterminatus drops Lawin and pulls his battle axe
from thought to hand and they clash. The Warrior of
Elohim and Death engage in a ferocious hand to hand
combat. Each landing power shots, sending sparks into the
air.
Azrael slips behind Exterminatus and takes out his
knees, then lunges high into the air yelling his battle cry,
“Yeshua Ligor Ikem.”
Descending hard he uses Yahuah’s power to lop off
Exterminatus’ head from his body. Death’s body deflated
and collapsed into a heap of chard bones. Azrael stands
over the pile sheathing his sword.
“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death,
is your sting?”
Azrael sees Lawin coming, he quickly goes to her
and aids her to her feet.
“Lawin are you alright?” He asks with consearn.
Lawin takes hold of Azrael’s hand and is hoisted to
her feet with his help. She hugs him with gratitude,
“I am going to hurt your brother for creating what
he created.” Lawin says jokingly.
‘Well you're going to have to wait in line,” Azrael
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 Lawin pulls away, looks around,
“You do have a way out of here don’t you?” she
asks with great concern.
Azrael points to the East and they see the portal.
“There, let's get out of here.” Azrael says leading
Lawing out of the ethereal world.

CONTENTMENT
Heyl’el stands over the pit of souls soaking in the
torment of the cries of the lost, Exterminatis appear on his
throne gathering himself healing from his wounds.
“I hope you're satisfied with my liege?”
Exterminatis says.
Heyl’el turns and sees Death magically recovering,
“Well I am, it does satisfies my curiosity,” Heyl’el
says.
“And what would that be my liege,” Exterminatis
replies.
“The law of sin and death; you and me will prevail
to the end.” Heyl’el says with glee in his eye.
“As long as the humans continue to follow their
selfish desires and break the commandments we will have
power over them until Hashems’ Son returns as Mashiach ''
Exterminatis declares.
“Please don’t remind me,” Heyl’el snarls as he
unfurls his wings and vanishes.
Exterminatus, leans back on his throne eyeing the
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 FORGIVENESS
Azrael emerges from the portal carrying Lawin like
a groom to a bride over the threshold, protecting her from
the dangerous particle effects. Gibbons and Zarya are
happy to see the both of them.
“You made it,” Gibbons says with relief.
Azrael puts Lawin down on her feet, and walks over
to the Anti-Multi Phaser Cannon and smashes it to pieces,
then he turns and walks over to the mirror,
“I hate malakhim magic,” he says as he puts his
hand on the mirror.
“Esh,” Azrael says.
The mirror melts into a liquid goop. Zaryah was
about to react, because she bought the mirror for her father.
But she stays silent seeing her uncle upset. Azrael also
stays quiet and walks out of the lab.
“Something must have happened on the other side?”
Gibbons questions aloud.
Zaryah darts a look at her father, not to make any
jokes at this moment. Lawin walks up to Gibbons,
“I know that I might be fired for the action I am
about to do, but you deserve this,” Lawin says as she slaps
Gibbons across his face and walks out.
Zaryah looks at her father with a smile,
“So are you going to fire her?” She asks.
“No, I deserve it, but I am glad it's over,” Gibbons
says as he shuts down his laboratory.
“Let's get out of here and get some pizza,” he says,
putting his arm around Zaryah’s shoulders, giving her a hug
as they walk out of the laboratory.

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