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you are,”
Gloriel said in her beautiful, echoing voice. The anger in that voice
was so intense that it made Chris' skin tingle.
“ But right now, you
are only a man. And as a man, you are going to die and go back to
Hell where you belong,” She leaned in with her massive head and
looked at him almost nose to nose. “And when you get back to
the Earth, we'll be waiting for you. And all of us will know your
true name.”
Then she reared back and
ripped her spear upward, its blade almost cleaving him in two.
“ Now get back to
Hell!” she roared and the remains of the man collapsed in a
heap of guts and blood.
Gloriel stepped back and
watched as the ruined corpse shuddered, then fell apart into dust
that quickly dissipated, leaving nothing but a sour stench behind.
The plane was suddenly
flying straight and level again and, as Chris looked out of the
nearest window, he saw the black clouds fade and the sun break out
into glorious brilliance. He sighed and smiled. It was good to see
the sunlight again.
The cockpit door was flung
open and a wild-eyed Chef leaped out, followed closely by Judge
Hawkes.
“ What's going on?”
the judge asked loudly and looked around. “Where's the
intruder?”
Natalie was standing in
the middle of the aisle, back to looking like herself once again. She
swayed unsteadily.
“ You know, that's a
funny story, your honor,” she began to say and then she
collapsed, caught adroitly by George and Beatrice, who had finally
been freed from their bonds.
Chapter
6
The rest of the flight was
quiet and uneventful. Natalie was tucked into a seat, her wounds
treated, although they were superficial according to Tony, their
resident medic.
Margaret's remains were
stored in the back of the plane. They had shrunk into a small bundle
that Chris studiously avoided looking at and he heard that they'd
managed to get her into a large garbage bag, tucked away in a
relatively hidden spot. The judge hoped that she would simply be
taken away with the rest of the trash.
“ No more than she
deserves,” Beatrice said coldly. Judge Hawkes had sighed but
said nothing.
Everyone told each other,
and the judge and Chef, about their experiences when Askalon had
appeared. The staff had universally explained their captivity as
feeling like being wrapped in flexible cement. They could breathe but
that was about all.
“ I hope I never feel
that helpless again, your honor,” George had said grimly.
“ Yeah, tell me about
it.” Davidson wasn't as big as George, but he seemed to have
been even more personally insulted by his powerlessness. “I
wanted to help so bad I'm sure I almost had an aneurysm.”
They had all smiled or
laughed at this statement.
Chris couldn't believe how
good he felt after what had been a horror show. Between Margaret's
death and the final destruction of Askalon, he was surprised that he
wasn't sick to his stomach.
But at least he knew that
Sariel hadn't deserted him. And Natalie was going to be okay.
He looked across the aisle
to where she was curled up, wrapped in blankets. Her face was
peaceful, a beam of sunlight dancing over her pinched features. He
was glad that she could rest after what had happened. It seemed that
after an angel used their bodies, the human hosts were left exhausted
and drained. Chris wondered idly if there were some long-term
negatives in that.
Well, his weird internal
voice said dryly, considering how short their lives were likely to
be, it probably wouldn't matter anyway.
Yeah, thanks a lot, he
said to himself.
Once things had settled
down and the flight had resumed its normal route, Judge Hawkes came
back and sat next to Chris. The man smiled as he looked over at the
sleeping Natalie.
“ Is she going to be
okay, sir?” Chris asked, seeking reassurance.
“ Tony says she is
and I agree. She's built tough, our Natalie.”
He looked past Chris
through the window at the scattered fluffy clouds that were racing
by.
“ I never expected
our enemies to
Gloriel said in her beautiful, echoing voice. The anger in that voice
was so intense that it made Chris' skin tingle.
“ But right now, you
are only a man. And as a man, you are going to die and go back to
Hell where you belong,” She leaned in with her massive head and
looked at him almost nose to nose. “And when you get back to
the Earth, we'll be waiting for you. And all of us will know your
true name.”
Then she reared back and
ripped her spear upward, its blade almost cleaving him in two.
“ Now get back to
Hell!” she roared and the remains of the man collapsed in a
heap of guts and blood.
Gloriel stepped back and
watched as the ruined corpse shuddered, then fell apart into dust
that quickly dissipated, leaving nothing but a sour stench behind.
The plane was suddenly
flying straight and level again and, as Chris looked out of the
nearest window, he saw the black clouds fade and the sun break out
into glorious brilliance. He sighed and smiled. It was good to see
the sunlight again.
The cockpit door was flung
open and a wild-eyed Chef leaped out, followed closely by Judge
Hawkes.
“ What's going on?”
the judge asked loudly and looked around. “Where's the
intruder?”
Natalie was standing in
the middle of the aisle, back to looking like herself once again. She
swayed unsteadily.
“ You know, that's a
funny story, your honor,” she began to say and then she
collapsed, caught adroitly by George and Beatrice, who had finally
been freed from their bonds.
Chapter
6
The rest of the flight was
quiet and uneventful. Natalie was tucked into a seat, her wounds
treated, although they were superficial according to Tony, their
resident medic.
Margaret's remains were
stored in the back of the plane. They had shrunk into a small bundle
that Chris studiously avoided looking at and he heard that they'd
managed to get her into a large garbage bag, tucked away in a
relatively hidden spot. The judge hoped that she would simply be
taken away with the rest of the trash.
“ No more than she
deserves,” Beatrice said coldly. Judge Hawkes had sighed but
said nothing.
Everyone told each other,
and the judge and Chef, about their experiences when Askalon had
appeared. The staff had universally explained their captivity as
feeling like being wrapped in flexible cement. They could breathe but
that was about all.
“ I hope I never feel
that helpless again, your honor,” George had said grimly.
“ Yeah, tell me about
it.” Davidson wasn't as big as George, but he seemed to have
been even more personally insulted by his powerlessness. “I
wanted to help so bad I'm sure I almost had an aneurysm.”
They had all smiled or
laughed at this statement.
Chris couldn't believe how
good he felt after what had been a horror show. Between Margaret's
death and the final destruction of Askalon, he was surprised that he
wasn't sick to his stomach.
But at least he knew that
Sariel hadn't deserted him. And Natalie was going to be okay.
He looked across the aisle
to where she was curled up, wrapped in blankets. Her face was
peaceful, a beam of sunlight dancing over her pinched features. He
was glad that she could rest after what had happened. It seemed that
after an angel used their bodies, the human hosts were left exhausted
and drained. Chris wondered idly if there were some long-term
negatives in that.
Well, his weird internal
voice said dryly, considering how short their lives were likely to
be, it probably wouldn't matter anyway.
Yeah, thanks a lot, he
said to himself.
Once things had settled
down and the flight had resumed its normal route, Judge Hawkes came
back and sat next to Chris. The man smiled as he looked over at the
sleeping Natalie.
“ Is she going to be
okay, sir?” Chris asked, seeking reassurance.
“ Tony says she is
and I agree. She's built tough, our Natalie.”
He looked past Chris
through the window at the scattered fluffy clouds that were racing
by.
“ I never expected
our enemies to
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