Well here's chapter 32. God knows how long this will go on for. Forever
maybe? Probably not......
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Chapter 32: Dark Savior.
I sighed as I looked back at Maeyli and Sarah who were both shaking
their heads slowly. Their bodies were also shaking, due to the extreme
cold of the area. Because we were in the Antarctic, the worst place to
get lost.
I sighed at them. "I thought you two knew your way to the church's
stronghold."
Sarah shook her head fiercely. "I thought I knew, it seems I
forgot."
I sighed again and then looked ahead. "We we'll continue walking for
the next hour, and then we'll go teleport somewhere and get warmed
up."........
Matthew sat down at the table, sipping a large cup of coffee. The
coffee was a little hot, and a little bitter. And quite black. It always
soothes him, looking down into the coffee. Seeing the blackness there,
and then devouring it.
He was not looking into his coffee today, instead he was watching
the clock, watching it tick, slowly but surely, it would soon reach the
time of battle. When the forces of Heaven, and that of the church would
clash, and most likely Heaven would win. If only he had Pandora's box!
If only he had the Messiah, the Four Angels weren't powerful enough. He
needed a savior and he needed it now.
"Do you need any help?"
Matthew turned around to see a man standing two meters from where
Matthew sat. This man was dressed in a dark-black, flowing robe which
concealed everything except his hands and head. He had dark-red eyes and
short, well kept, black hair. He was square faced with had very pale
skin. He wore a twisted smile on his face as he looked down on Matthew,
with his arms crossed on his chest.
"Guni, why the hell are you here? Why don't you just leave me be?"
"I thought you needed help, I can hear one call for help so far away
that it would surprise you. Right now I can hear the Messiah, slowly
calling out for help. He denies his need for it, but it exists none the
less. He is trapped, afraid, caught in the unknown. He knows what he has
to do, and where he has to do it, the where, and the why he has to do
it. But he doesn't the know how. And that is tearing him apart. He is
afraid he will not live up to the expectations on his shoulders. Yes, I
can see it all clearly."
"You really like going on with all you know, don't you. All my
enemies are ALWAYS hung up on big speeches. They're all so damn full of
themselves. Why don't you go to hell, or I will send you there. And then
God will join you."
"You have no chance of beating him, no chance in hell. The hand of
God is absolute in it's power, unless overthrown in strength of numbers.
I could give you those numbers, give you the troops to defeat them. I
will help you, for a price."
"And what is the price?"
"I want the church, the church's power. To add it to that of Hell,
will create a great power. If I save something, then I want what I save.
Or are you going to fight this yourself?"
Matthew was thrown into a long time of thought. A time where he
weight the good and the bad, and tried to decide what to do. Was it
worth it, to throw away his work for it to be saved. And would it
survive if he didn't agree? Would it survive if he did. It was a very
important decision, one that may shape the whole fate of the world.
"I agree."
"Good. Now, as a down payment, I want one tenth of your forces for
the attack, and a fourth of your weapons as a down payment."
"You'll have them within the hour."
"Good. Nice doing business with you. Well, until later, goodbye!"
And he vanished in swirling smoke and fire.
Matthew directed the frown that was meant for Guni, down towards the
cup of coffee. And once he had done that, he quickly grabbed the hot cup
of coffee, and chugged it down very quickly, barely leaving a drop
behind.
The hot liquid barely affected him, he was to upset to worry about
the condition of his stomach. His only hope was the help of a man he
trusted less then God himself. If Guni didn't deliver on his promise,
then the church would be no more.
He only had to give Guni a little less then he wanted, and then kill
him. Stab him in the back before he gets a chance to do it to you. That
was the safest way to go about things. Kill or be killed, always a
saying to remember............
Guni sat down on his ruby throne and yawned, he hadn't slept in
three days, and that affects you, even if you're an Angel.
In his opinion, the meeting with Matthew had gone quite well. He had
sealed the deal, and now troops and weapons would be on the way.
Everything was going according to plan, unless the A.C.M didn't send
their troops. Of course, Guni planned only to send a handful of his
soldiers, therefore limiting his casualties and making his opponents
gain more casualties. Everyone was his enemy, their puppet strings would
have to be pulled. And the would merrily dance for him, while he leaded
them over the edge of a cliff..........
Steven Fender looked out of the window, upon the ocean. It soothed
him to see the water move up and down, slowly creeping forwards, and
then retreating back. Looking at the moon reflect of the clean water,
watching as it danced and rippled. It was but a reflection, the real
moon hung high in the sky, and it was almost full. Another six days
until it was full.
In his hand, the man had a wine glass, which he sipped once every
few minutes, enjoying the taste. It also helped him relax, for he was
rather stressed. All the walls were closing in, enemies were sprouting
from all around. Heaven, the church, and he had an uncanny feeling that
Guni was going to betray him. There was something about that man, an
aura of darkness unlike any other. It was scary to say the least, and
quite strange. For that dark aura seemed to slowly seep away at ones
strength, until they became weak, to weak to argue, and they bent to the
mans wishes.
The question was, could Guni be trusted? Could he be trusted to send
the troops he promised to send? All signs pointed to no, all logic
pointed to no. Everything pointed to the answer, no. Guni was a
self-centered, egotistical, corrupt, despicable, megalomaniac.
But to send the troops, or not send the troops, that was the
question............
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