by Donovan Neal
Ashtaroth spat upon him again. "The imbecile mocked me... failed to heed the words that came from my lips was the truth."
"Aye," Lucifer said. "He failed to believe---failed to take heed. Such a pity. Show the Lumazi what you think of his choice to call thee a liar."
Ashtaroth circled Talus, kicking his abdomen, Talus groaned in agony, as Ashtaroth kicked him several times in the stomach and face. Talus turned his bruised face away, coughed up blood and attempted to speak. Ashtaroth heaved his foot back for yet another blow.
"Hold, Ashtaroth, our guest has something to say."
Ashtaroth spit on Talus and walked back to stand beside his master. Talus turned to face them with his black eyes, swollen, his lips cracked and uttered a warning to his captor.
"Beware, Lucifer, for thou hast taught Ashtaroth to despise others, do not think it will be long before you yourself are also despised. Or dost thou think they will elevate thee to be as El when they see how thou canst not even command one captive angel? Yea he follows you for fear, but not of love, and though he might never tell thee, he despises thee. Thou art mighty and hath always been, but tell me, how dost this filthy hovel compare to the glory of Heaven?"
Lucifer closed the distance between them in three stomping steps and cuffed him with a fist. Talus rolled from the blow and laughed, even as he spit blood. "Thou hast revealed thy weakness, Lightbringer, and hold no power over me."
Lucifer's rage so illuminated his body that brilliant orbs streaked from his being like rays from the sun. Four lights orbited within view; as Lucifer's voice turned cold and inquisitive. "We shall begin again, dear brother. How many lights do you see?"
* * *
O Zion, that bringest good tidings, get thee up into the high mountain; O Jerusalem, that bringest good tidings, lift up thy voice with strength; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!
Azaziel closed the Grigoric record of Isaiah and sat in deep thought. Like most of his kind, he had poured over the records daily since El revealed the plan for Yeshua to walk as a creation among the created. Lucifer would assuredly target Yeshua for destruction. Even now, Yeshua moved from one attempt on His life to another. From the moment He was conceived, His purposes were at risk. And for over thirty human years, Azaziel and Yeshua's high guard had thwarted Lucifer's attempts to destroy the vessel of El. For the Son of God was the Word made flesh, the breathing human embodiment of the Godhead: God wrapped in the skin of Adam. Always purposeful, never flinching, Yeshua systematically displayed the heart of God and destroyed the ideas Lucifer had planted among the people of what God was like.
Azaziel had watched Lucifer's spies follow them, but they were too afraid to confront his soldiers and they kept their distance. Lucifer's minions plotted revenge while Yeshua dismantled via his preaching, teaching, and displays of power, Lucifer's strongholds implanted in the minds of men.
But Azaziel had watched His master for many of these human years, and the Lord seemed more pressed than in times past. As if night were approaching to stop His labor. There was a foreboding that stalked the high guard. They all could sense it. An inner knowing that something was amiss.
Something was coming.
Everyone felt it. As a precaution, Azaziel doubled the guard and watched for any sign of enemy movements. Surrounded by prayer the Horde could not risk contact lest they risk injury from the prayer shield that the humans unknowingly had in place. A shield that healed the Host of injury, and strengthened them in this realm. And a shield that withered the Hordes powers.
"Report!" said Azaziel.
"There are enemy Grigoric scouts off the Hill, to the north five leagues out. They do not venture closer for the prayer cover shrouds us and keeps them at bay. We have yet to ascertain if they realize Yeshua is in this location, but considering the large force garrisoned here, we cannot help but draw the enemy's attention. The Lord's actions make it increasingly difficult to mask His presence."
Azaziel rubbed his head and growled in frustration. "Thou dost tell me nothing I do not already know, for the Lord grows more reckless with each passing day. He commands us to stay our hand at every turn, yet seemingly provokes open warfare to be unleashed at any moment. And the humans have no idea who walks within their midst. It is maddening! How El can entrust the secrets of Heaven to these waffling beings baffles me. Though they carry His image, they are so far removed from His original design..."
Azaziel pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration.
"Nevertheless," the Issi captain said, "we must hold the security of this area and frustrate plans of the enemy to impede the Lord. We are tasked daily. Our scouts report the governing humans of this region are divided over the Master's presence and I fear Lucifer may use them as a proxy to attack the Lord."
Azaziel looked upon Yeshua, who still knelt the Lord who was still in prayer.
He was often in prayer.
For even in flesh, the Trinity consulted with itself. God the Father in constant communion with the Holy Spirit and Son; planning...strategizing. Azaziel knew that Yeshua was painstakingly and calculatingly bringing to pass every word that He had given to His prophets hundreds of years before. A conclusion that Azaziel was want to see. For he had read the words of the prophet Isaiah and had become increasingly versed on the future that El had planned. A plan devised from the foundation of the world, the ramifications of which, after generations, Azaziel was beginning to understand
All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned everyone to his own way, and the LORD hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed, and He was afflicted, yet He opened not his mouth: He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so He openeth not his mouth. He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? For He was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was He stricken. And He made His grave with the wicked, and with the rich in His death; because He had done no violence, neither was any deceit in His mouth.
The words of the human God hung as a cloud over them all. A suffocating realization that despite the might of Heaven's greatest warriors to stand guard to Yeshua, no one could stop the inevitable outcome that seemed to drive the Son of God towards self-oblivion, and yea, even the destruction of Creation itself.
Azaziel clung to hope, unable to speak his musings to his troops.
Nevertheless, he knew what they all wished, what all went unspoken: that perhaps El would finally surrender this foolhardy mission to save Adam's kin. Perhaps they misunderstood what the Lord's true intent was, for the thing was unbelievable to fathom. For surely the Author of Life would not surrender His own, to bring eternal life to the Clayborn?
Lord stirred from prayer. Thus, Azaziel ceased from thoughts too deep and stood to attention, ready to minister to his master.
Yeshua stood for a moment with eyes closed, and then nodded His head, as though He had received final instructions, then opened His eyes from prayer and stood. His hair blew in the brisk fall air and Azaziel floated to his Lord. His wings folded as he bowed before his King and awaited command.
Yeshua's brow grew stern. His eyes looked off into the distance, past the plains, and over the horizon.
"Come Azaziel." said the Lord.
Azaziel stood and motioned for the Captain of the Guard to summon the legion to break camp.
"Our destination, my King?"
Yeshua simply sighed and gave a slight smile as He headed toward the inner circle of disciples. He strode with a determined gait, and Azaziel knew from his Lord's eyes the thoughts of his master and his heart quickened in anxiety. For he knew that soon his worst fears would quickly coming to pass.
For the time had come for Yeshua to be received up, and the Lord steadfastly set His face to go to Jerusalem.
* * *
Yeshua addressed the seventy seated men.
"Go not into the way of the Gentiles, and into any city of the
Samaritans enter ye not: But go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. And as ye go, preach, saying, the kingdom of heaven is at hand. Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast out devils: freely ye have received, freely give."
And the Lord gave them power and authority over all devils, and to cure diseases, with a mandate to preach the kingdom of God, and to heal the sick. And the seventy went abroad throughout all Israel as commanded, and the Horde took note of their actions and watched to see what they would do. And a disciple by the name of Matthias came upon a woman vexed of a devil for ten years. Her body was infested with the disembodied souls of the fallen who sought expression through mankind. The woman thrashed against the stones and no man could keep her from self-injury, and the demons worked foul magic upon any that sought to help her, for any that came near to offer balms for her wounds fell to the ground, dead, and the woman's name was Rina. When she saw Matthias, she besought him and fell at his feet, saying, "Please, Rabbi, must a daughter of Abraham contend forever with evil visions that befall me?"
"What wouldst thou ask of me?" he said.
"If thou wilt but lay thine hands on my head and command the voices to cease, they will stop. For even now they speak among themselves to destroy a man from Galilee called Yeshua, and say thou comest from Him."
"I will do as thou hast asked." And when Matthias sought to lay hands upon her head to bless her, a man of the city named Abner said, "Do it not! For others before thee have tried and died. If thou but touchest her, thou shalt surely die."
And Matthias replied, "I come in the name of Yeshua." And when he said those words, he laid hands on the woman's forehead. She screamed and shivered from head to toe before the spirits threw her on the ground. The crowd stepped back as her brown eyes rolled back into her head and foam poured from her mouth. Her back arched and a loud shriek escaped her lips and she lay as one dead. All those that stood about marveled, for they heard voices issue from the woman, and whining whispers flowed on the air like a soft rushing wind, and the words they heard were on this wise:
"We are lost and undone, for God has come down as a man, and what now will Lucifer do?"
The woman lay limp with the guttural roar of an animal. Matthias gently brushed the hair from her eyes, picked her up and carried her into the house. Moments later, she looked into his face and fell at his feet to worship him. But Matthias lifted her to her feet. "Arise, maiden. For I am but a man. Yeshua of Nazareth hath made thee whole. Worship Him only lest a worse thing befall thee." Matthias then commanded all present to repent.
Daemons were afraid of all that spoke in the name of Yeshua. The Grigori who sided with Lucifer went and told him all that the seventy had done. The Lord of Evil was wroth, because he found the disciples of Yeshua spread abroad destroying his works, and everywhere they spoke of the man Yeshua, they healed the sick, and cast out daemons. Lucifer knew that Yeshua must be stopped, for the articles of war prevented open manifestation, but El, by becoming flesh, had opened a beachhead on earth through man to fight him.
"This must come to an end, for I will not tolerate Adamson to enter into battle against me. I will not fight both God, and God's man on two fronts."
Lucifer then found Judas, speaking to some in the name of Yeshua and spoke to his mind.
Look at what you are able to do in this man's name alone. See how even daemons shudder when you mention the name Yeshua. If I being a man can do such things in his name. If he be the Son of God how much more would the Romans shudder?"
Judas shook his head and muttered aloud. "But Yeshua hath no interest in the affairs of this world. His only concern is the Kingdom of God."
Such a shame. Such power to do good. Such power to change the course of our people's history. But perhaps...if He were forced to reveal who he was?
Judas laid his hands on a child and she recovered. He quickly moved on to another one as more of the town's people brought them his ill, and daemon possessed.
You are but one man. But Yeshua can impart power to all! What pray tell could be accomplished if He showed Himself to all Israel? What if all were given this power? How then could Rome stand against us?
Judas touched a beggar who had been lame from birth. He prayed, and the man rose up and walked.
He sighed to himself even as he prayed for others. Such a waste. Here you are sent to the refuse of the nation when those who are capable of real freedom for all lack what they need. If only they too had this power. What could happen if He were somehow compelled to show Himself as God? Think Judas! Think man! The whole of Israel could be restored if this were to work.
Judas continued his work of ministering to the sick and needy, conflicted as he laid hands on each soul. Using the power of the Lord on those he thought it wasted
And from that moment, Judas surmised how he might compel the Lord to show Himself as God, restore Israel to power and establish the kingdom.
Lucifer smiled, as he ceased in planting seeds of suggestion. Smiled knowing that in time they would germinate and bear fruit.
A fruit that would convince this Clayborne that Yeshua could be persuaded to reveal who He was if forced into a corner.
And from that moment, Judas surmised how he might compel the Lord's hand to show himself as God, and to restore Israel to power, and establish the kingdom.
Lucifer watched from afar, as Judas and the rest of the seventy returned to the Lord. Chuckling to himself that within the group he had planted tares to choke the life from Yeshua Himself.
* * *
Enoch and his team approached the swirly gates of Limbus. Janus stood in front of the mammoth opening, his sword drawn. The angel with two faces floated above them all. Slightly larger in build, he was quiet and neither of his faces turned toward them. The eyes of the guard seemingly focused on events beyond sight.
Enoch spoke to the winged apparition. "Hail, guard of Limbus. I am Enoch, translated of the Lord. I bid thee grant me entry, for I come in the name of the Lord of Hosts."
Gabriel, Metatron, and Hadriel watched in silence to see what the guardian would do.
The black face of Janus with white eyes turned to Enoch and spoke. "We know who thou art, Adamson, for thy works are known to us." Immediately, the white face with black eyes turned to them. "Thou mayest enter, but answer me this...wilt thou permit thy companions to die for the cause of the Lord?"
Enoch and the rest of the entourage paused, surprised by the question. Gabriel took it upon himself to reply. "Dost thou foresee death for us, Janus?"
The two faces of Janus smiled, laughed and then replied. "In the realm of Limbo, life and death are but choices to the path that leads to Aseir."
Enoch lifted his voice in answer. "Then I choose life that both I and those with me might live."
"The black face replied, "Foolish human, for can a seed give life except it fall into the ground and die? Thou dost seek to enter Limbus. Very well, but know that which you enter. For Limbus is the realm of choices. It is alive with possibilities. What resides therein are but the echoes of battles both won and lost. You now stand between here and there. Enter, if you dare. Enter the space between choices, and the mezzanine between life and death, for thou wilt go forward or thou wilt not. Tread carefully, human, for there are ancient eyes in the dark, and thou dost not belong here."
The white face then spoke. "We shall observe the alternatives that you make, and watch you navigate the eddy of options. Behold, the entry to Limbus: Realm of Choices."
The guardian pointed the way with his sword.
When Enoch looked before him, and when he did, he saw a mirror that contained his reflection and those of all his party, but Janus, who stood also in the path, did not appear in the reflection.
Janus placed the glowing, fiery, blue blade into the swirling smoke that was the door. It caught aflame and the whole entrance turned blue and erupted in fire. The churning mists stopped as though they would wait for time, and then settled into a still fog that crept along the ground.
"Enter through the Gates of Eternal Views and pass over," Janus said.
Enoch and the rest of the group walked through the jagged mouth of stone and stepped within the gate. When all four had stepped through, Gabriel looked back. Janus and the gated entry were gone. All that remained was their reflection as in a mirror, multiplied in ad infinitum.
The group eyed darkly silhouetted grey and black rocks that loomed on each side, fog and the musty odor made Enoch wrinkle his nose. "Smells like stagnant water," he said. "There is a hissing in the shadows. What is that?"
"I don't think we want to know," Metatron said. "Which way do we go?"
Gabriel and the rest of the entourage looked at Enoch, who after surveying his surroundings replied.
"Janus said this is the realm of choices. I choose to go forward." The translated of God then pitched his satchel firmly over his shoulders, placed his cane solidly on the ground before him, and proceeded to step deeper into the darkness.
* * *
Argoth had been careful to create a portal that would not arouse suspicion from the enemies of God, so he set Jerahmeel and his companions down deep into a ridge near the mouth of one of Hell's openings. Jerahmeel, Eskalion, Iblis, and Turiel settled into the green and dank earth during the night outside.
"Iblis, you told Argoth that this was the closest we could get externally to the Hellforge. Yet, I do not see the opening from here to Hell's mouth."
Iblis smiled, "You need only ever look into a volcano to see the entrance to Hell Harrada. Come, there is a vent up ahead we can travel through."
The troupe moved quietly through the small canyon until he came to a point and stopped to crouch. The rest crouched also. "There, past the cliffs. Do you see it?" he said.