They all waited for Quabil’s next move, but he waited for images to appear on his device’s screen. Even with all his powers, he alone couldn’t move a step nearer towards the goal. Demonic technology could be of great help and he could follow the simulation on the screen in front of him. But he alone could make the right moves.
He had obtained the simulation of how the Keys fit together by destruction. After he killed all three Guardians of the Light, he had sucked out memories from their brains, then fed those memories into his demonic device. Together, the memories formed the necessary patterns, and that ‘manual’ came to life on the device’s screen.
Quabil took all 3 Keys and placed them in front of him. Each piece was made of metal resembling iridium, but the metal’s structure was mixed with a diamond dust. Each part had different shapes, with jewels of different colors, and was about the size of a human palm. By themselves, the objects looked attractive but rather undefined. The Guardians of the Light wore Keys around their necks and so received the power and protection of Higher Spheres.
Quabil studied the combinations of possible ways to connect the Keys helped by the simulations presented on the screen, and he began to work. His failure would spell the end of him and his demonic allies. His success would open the Earth to the power of demonic forces, and everything on it. So he took his time. He started to move slowly, the movements of his hands resembling the light, precise touches of an artist on its sculpture. The first two parts clicked together with a metal sound. He paused ... everything seemed all right for now. He filled in the last Key sideways and turned it 180 degrees. That allowed him to rotate the first and second parts in a complicated set of motions. As soon the Third Key clicked into place, a soundless explosion of bright light lit up the church and everything around it.
Then the illumination took on a spherical shape and began floating 10 feet above the ground, right above the altar. Inside the sphere of light, energies formed in a mixture of colors … starting to form a picture. The image shown became clear and took on an elliptical form with edges of orange … it emanated a light blue glow as if burning at an extremely high temperature. Inside that elliptical opening, there was undefined matter - space and time was mixing there and the feeling of looking at its image was overwhelming – this was the Diamond Gate. Quabil was excited!
“It is all coming together”, he thought, nearly faint from blood thirst. He was excited, but he sensed that something was not fully according to his plan.
The demons could only wait. Three demonic figures stared at the image and waited, willing the Diamond Gate to open. Seconds passed, then minutes. Nothing changed … nothing was happening.
Quabil had expected that the doors of the Diamond Gate would manifest on the spot, as soon he connected all three Keys correctly. His own ego almost trapped him. That is how demons influence this world so strongly – their egos are focused completely on their twisted goals. The core of a Demonic inner dialogue is:
“I am the controller and I am meant to enjoy anything and everyone around me, bowing to my will. Hurt and pain are merely roads to my pleasure.”
But those of the Demon race possess advanced intelligence, not egos alone. That’s why he could understand the ‘naked truth’. A fact that he accepted, though it made him grind his teeth in rage, was that he couldn’t do anything to influence the appearance of the Diamond Gate. The Gate was of a higher power – and therefore untouchable for him. He could only use it once it became accessible. That disturbed him, but his trained demonic mind remained calm (unlike a human mind, unless trained in real martial or spiritual arts).
XXII.
The image they were looking at that moment started to twinkle, then to fade. The Gates wouldn’t manifest there – it wasn’t the real location of the Diamond Gate. Thinking quickly, Quabil realized that he still held all three Keys in his hands and finding the exact location was the only thing stopping him from achieving his evil mission. His first order of business was to find out the Gate’s exact location.
Within the next few seconds, the image grew weaker and weaker, but Quabil had already photographically memorized each and every detail from the image – another ability he had achieved by the help of his little friends.
“The stone of a dark structure below, a metal handmade structure that resembles some type of altar. Rich ornaments that form a diagram of circles like those presented in books on Kabbalah prior to the year 1890….” This was his next goal.
As the image disappeared, it shook the air as the powerful bright light illuminating the room died also. Quabil began processing all the information he had absorbed when the two security guards and a priest had appeared near the exit. He looked through them as if they didn’t exist; his mission was his 1st and topmost priority. The two assistants killed the guards before they could move, bullets exploding through their bodies.
Both guns turned toward the head of the Rev. John Summers, who realized that he was about to die. His eyes opened in shock - then he closed his eyes, folded his palms and prepared for death. The killer shots did not bow his body into the ground. On his knees, trembling in fear, the only thing that he heard was the sound of a leather shoes walking toward him. The steps became louder, but he did not move, beginning to pray:
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women….”
Hoping that he might be spared from death, Reverend John could hear his own prayers filled with fear. The sound of the leader’s shoes passed near him and began to move away, followed by two other pairs of shoes. His heart jumped up in hope and he opened his eyelids into slits, still shaking and uttering verses of “Hail Mary”.
The head priest could see a man’s shadow, just about to exit the church. But before opening the door, he quickly turned back. A voice that was filled with gravel and horror and men’s bones made the priest start praying more and louder than ever:
“It’s disgusting to see the face of your illusion. You will soon meet with real gods and masters of this Universe, o ‘holy man’.” The ice-cold cynical voice resonated in the hall of a now dark Church. Alarm sirens screamed on, but the priest could hear every word.
“However, you will serve me perfectly for the small presentation I want to offer to humans. Very soon they will see the rest of it”, added Quabil, and with a relaxed arm pointed toward the priest. Two massive candleholders made of brass started moving from the corners of the church, making a scratching sound. The confused priest prayed on, but he screamed in fear as he began to levitate above the ground, as if an invisible giant’s hand had grabbed him. Rev. John Summers was moving his feet and arms in the air, in total shock and disbelief.
“How can God help save you from me? ” were the last sounds he heard.
The next moment, his body was forced to a big wooden cross that decorated a central wall of the church. Two candleholders started flying toward him with enormous speed. The pain was intolerable and the man fainted as candleholders pierced both of his palms now on a wooden cross. Blood spurted over the white walls when a third candleholder pierced his feet, and everything under the cross turned into a bloody mess.
“I have no time for a crown. I just realized where I have to be” said Quabil to himself, and exited the church. Behind him was the horrific scene of a priest pinned and hanging on a wall - a beginning of horror.
Followed by his assistants, he walked toward the two Range Rovers parked just across the parking. He walked quickly, focused entirely on his next destination.
Part 7
The Clash
XXIII.
It could all be solved by now. The pain and tension could be far gone; earth could be eons away from demonic invasion. They all could continue peacefully living out their lives … if they had found the Third Key.
But they hadn’t! Only two things were possible: they had gone to the wrong location or Quabil had been far faster in getting to the Key.
In either case, it was late now. It was only a ques
tion of minutes, maybe hours until the Diamond Gate opened and the demonic invasion on Earth began. Jason knew he would feel it hard in his soul when it all started - he felt helpless, frustrated and angry.
Jason and Gunnar sat silently in his car. The M5 version of a BMW X6 looked normal on the outside… but inside the car had exploded a silent but emotional fireworks display. Inner dialogue and helpless desperation ruled their minds in silence - both men knew that words couldn’t help.
“Do we have any time left?” Gunnar couldn’t tolerate the silence anymore.
Jason took his time in answering. After taking in a deep breath, he finally spoke:
“I really can’t tell. I do not know. We may be near the end of our journeys…” – Jason started with a pessimistic approach. “…I am searching for anything that makes sense”.
“We probably went to the wrong location. But, when I think about the other one… I do not feel it… at all. That St. Peter’s church isn’t the one either.” Jason’s voice was filled with strong dose of bitterness.
“I just don’t sense that we need to look there.”
“One thing bothers me … as we sit here, they have got the key and it’s too late, right? We have lost the battle and soon we will lose everything we ever cared for.” Jason paused and took another deep breath.
Gunnar hoped that this sentence was not conclusive, or it would be the first time he had heard that sort of defeated attitude from Jason.
“But, the whole thing is just … something just tells me that they do not have the Third Key, yet! You see, Quabil wants to kill me. This is only reason he shared the whole horrible thing and he wanted me to hear the location of the Third Key. They have the same information that we do, right?” Jason saw Gunnar nod affirmatively. Good, they were on the same page.
“Now, wherever they have been, from practically any part of the world they could have arrived at both locations, Essex or Prague… about 2 or 3 hours ago. You see … nothing’s changed. They don’t hold the Third Key either!” Jason concluded.
“But ... does that… it means we have time…?” Gunnar’s eyes brightened, but he laughed. “We ‘only’ have to figure out where they are now……”
Just then, an incoming email tone ‘tinged’ inside the BMW X6 cabin and Gunnar checked the Retina screen of his iPad reflexively. His eyes opened wide and his eyebrows lifted into a u-shape as he spoke:
“This is may be the greatest or the worst news…! Something just appeared on police scanners in the UK, Essex local police unit. A forceful break-in - 4 victims, priest crucified - violently hung on a cross, no property missing. Listen to this … 52 witnesses describe some strange phenomena and ‘unexplainable’ light…” Gunnar paused and looked up, trying to gauge Jason’s reaction.
“That’s it!” Jason confirmed. “When was that?”
“Four hours ago, but where is the best thing – St. Peter’s Church.” Gunnar almost sounded smug.
Jason thought out loud:
“Of course, St. Peter’s! So, four hours plus police delay means … they had been there at least four and half hours ago! That, my friend, I call REALLY good news!” New energy returned to Jason’s blue eyes. “If the Diamond Gates were opened, I would feel it…. but even if I didn’t -” Jason was picking up steam - “…horrible creatures would have arrived in a killing rage and the whole world would be screaming in pain. Last thing before we move…” Jason scanned all possibilities in his mind’s eye. It was dizzying to watch his eyes go back and forth.
“Scan all the news, news portals, all the networks … any sort of disaster, attack, bombing, genocide…”– Gunnar’s was already typing search terms on the screen of his iPad along with his team. It took a minute for results:
“Let’s see… U.S., Canada nothing from there. Latin Americaaaa looks like … no. Africa noup ….”
It was all clear now. Quabil and his demon team were in the same position – they did not have the Third Key in their possession!
The fight was clearly not over yet. His subconscious, conscious and super conscious mind started working in synergy, connecting the dots, analyzing and searching for the best possible moves.
But … nothing that made any sense….
“Pull out that last one for me again”, Jason asked, and reviewed the top 5, then the top 10 ideas that Gunnar’s team had churned out hours ago.
Again – nothing! Pressure built again, and Jason felt that he was missing something essential. He took in a deep breath, and relaxed. Beside him, Jason could feel that Gunnar was praying intensely and at this moment of desperation he began doing the same, in his own way.
Suddenly, an idea hit him like a thunderbolt! He remembered Kailash, his ‘failing’ on the test … Durjay. He remembered his intense experience and Durjay’s message after he ‘failed’ the test. An AHA moment!
“Surrender fully and let go.” That was the missing element. As soon as he surrendered fully in his spirit, he was instantly led to inspired thoughts and actions. And he spoke to Gunnar in his warm deep voice:
“Listen, what if the location, the ‘39.T10ETG’ is not the main part of the puzzle. His last words as a dying Guardian of the Light … what if he spoke them not out of weakness but out of duty! Now, I can understand it.” Jason blinked back tears of respect, of awe.
“He didn’t just say those words to get relief. He was suffering immensely but he spoke those words in order to assist us in destroying the Demonic Alliance -” Shaking his head, Jason tried to move on but Gunnar had to jump in:
“Wait, wait … what? How? I don’t get it, where do you see that…?”
“Think a minute. He knew exactly what he was doing! His last words were true in the sense that they contained truth … therefore Quabil could not feel anything suspicious … He helped us and Quabil actually got cheated, all at the same time!”
“Now … I am totally confused … I think”, said Gunnar with a confused look.
“Just listen; his last words were:
‘..it is…below… green copperas altar…Temple of 39. T10ETG”.
I believe he gave up the location of the Diamond Gate but not the location of the Key. As a Guardian, he knew what the others (including Quabil) couldn’t know … that location is reviled to those of evil who are in possession of all Three Keys …” Jason paused so Gunnar could mentally adjust to the news.
“I am sure, he calculated his last moments perfectly. He created a chance to trap and destroy them, my friend! He died gloriously by carrying out his mission. Knowing about the demonic nature, he was able to predict how Quabil would react. They are for sure on their way here, right now!”
“You mean … right now, right now?!“ Gunnar raised his voice. He had been hoping, a little bit, that they wouldn’t have to face another showdown. Jason still had to stop the powers of the Demonic Alliance without Armor or Weapons. Right!
XXIV.
Gunnar had faith in the arrangement of the Universal Laws (destiny, the Creator, or whatever word people use for the power behind everything) and in Jason’s judgment…at the same time, he could not stop himself from dwelling on the rational aspects of the situation. The managing ‘board’ of this Universe, the Council of Light that held the reigns of this universe, for some reason had ‘allowed’ this impossible situation to happen. It looked like a really unfair advantage on the side of evil forces. That really bothered Gunnar, and some part of him couldn’t let it go.
Gunnar picked up the CB unit, planning to call up team members. Jason’s hand stopped him before he could press the red connection button.
“Call no one”, he said seriously. “If they came, they would all be annihilated. Even Michael is not ready for this sort of enemy. Paying with their own lives, they could only buy me a short time or no time at all. You ALL should leave, right now!” Jason’s voice held no room for argument.
“But we could ambush them or come up with some sort of strategy that ….” As Gunnar started with explaining his idea for how the t
eam could help, Jason placed his strong hand behind his neck and responded in a deep voice filled with honest concern:
“I appreciate that, but it is just too risky, too dangerous - a needless loss of lives. If the Higher Powers and the Creator are going to empower me, I’ll be victorious even if I face the darkness alone. Please, go in peace, my friend. This is a fight that I must carry out alone.”
Gunnar couldn’t be at peace, not yet, he felt disturbed without a chance to interfere, help … at least try something… yet at the same time, deep in his heart he knew that the words of Jason carried truth. He decided to stay away but as near as he possibly could. He could at least obey the letter of the law.
XXV.
Nothing human-made would be useful to Jason in this upcoming war. He really missed his Armor, Weapons and the Mystic Powers – he felt practically naked without Guardian gear - but he would miss them a lot more when the war began. Jason felt like a person on the shore of the ocean, looking at the approaching waves of a Tsunami. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. At least the man or woman running in front of Tsunami waves has no idea what to do. Jason knew exactly how to defeat the Demonic Alliance agent since he’d already killed him once – with his powerful Gear.
Jason recalled his last fight with Quabil, reviewing it for clues… but nothing from past could help him now. The only preparation he could do was to focus and collect all the strength he possibly could.
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