Read Online The War in Heaven by Kenneth Zeigler - Free Book Online
Authors: Kenneth Zeigler
Ads: Link
ever since.”
Tom was hesitant to ask the next question. “But what about your daughter; Serena? What became of her?” He was unprepared for her beaming smile.
“She’s not here, Tom. She’s gone, saved from the torments of Hell by a true miracle. You see, Serena had encountered Abaddon many months before and in the process touched his heart. It was her love for this terrible sinner that brought Abaddon to rescue me. In rescuing me, he was fulfilling a promise to my daughter. Now she is practically a legend among us. She is the true author of this revolution. One life can change the course of the world and more. It has happened before.”
Tom was astounded. “But where is she, Bedillia?”
“Where she can do the most good. Where the greatest battle against the prince of darkness will be fought and won—Earth.” There was a pause. Bedillia smiled. “Now, are you ready to start to win your battle? Are you ready to walk?”
Tom nodded. There was more to Bedillia’s story, he was sure of it, but it would have to wait for another time. Right now there were more important matters to see to. With Bedillia’s help he rose to his feet once more. There was momentary dizziness. The room began to fade, but he refused to give in. No, he had things to do; he had no time to waste. He took several faltering steps, each more steady than the last. He was whole once again.
“This will be your room,” explained Bedillia, walking over to the far corner, and pushing aside the set of brown drapes to reveal some clothes hanging from a short rack, also brown. “I’ve prepared some clothes for you. The color brown is in this year. It was the rave last year too. Still, it is vastly preferable to that gray loincloth you’ve worn these past eighteen months. Nonetheless, it is still in there among your other clothes.”
“Why?” asked Tom. “Why would I ever want to wear that horrible thing again? It’s positively indecent.”
“We don’t waste anything here,” replied Bedillia. “I still have mine, and the top that went with it. Abaddon has asked that we keep them. Perhaps it is to act as a reminder of where we came from. Perhaps it is something that might come in useful some day, I don’t know. Go ahead and select something to wear. I’ll take some time and show you around. I’ll be just outside.”
Bedillia departed, leaving Tom to his selection and his thoughts. He sorted through the clothes. They appeared simple, but well made. A chill ran up his back when he discovered his old loincloth hanging among the other clothes. He quickly passed it by. Donning a brown vest-like shirt, a pair of long loose trousers, and a pair of sandals that looked almost Roman in design, he was ready to go. He was still a bit shaky as he turned around and prepared to head into this new world, but he wouldn’t let that slow him down. In his wildest imaginings he hadn’t envisioned being free again. Now he had been given a second chance. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes he’d made in the past. It was time for Dr. Tom Carson to join the fight.
Chapter 4
A nother set of rippling uneven stairs carved from the gray rocky floor loomed before Tom Carson. Bedillia forged on ahead. “Up, down, and all around,” he mumbled, as he followed Bedillia up the 23 steps. Yes, he counted them all. They had been walking for nearly an hour. At this point, Tom was totally disoriented. This place, this refuge, as it was called, was an enormous maze of branching tunnels and oddly shaped cavern rooms. Clearly, this fortress had been carved out of an already existing cave system. Still, such a project was a considerable undertaking, of that Tom was certain.
Tom was no geologist. He could not discern whether the preexisting cavern had been formed by running water or flowing lava. It was hard to imagine water flowing in Hell, but that in itself was not evidence one way or the other.
He had seen many side passages during his tour, entrances
Tom was hesitant to ask the next question. “But what about your daughter; Serena? What became of her?” He was unprepared for her beaming smile.
“She’s not here, Tom. She’s gone, saved from the torments of Hell by a true miracle. You see, Serena had encountered Abaddon many months before and in the process touched his heart. It was her love for this terrible sinner that brought Abaddon to rescue me. In rescuing me, he was fulfilling a promise to my daughter. Now she is practically a legend among us. She is the true author of this revolution. One life can change the course of the world and more. It has happened before.”
Tom was astounded. “But where is she, Bedillia?”
“Where she can do the most good. Where the greatest battle against the prince of darkness will be fought and won—Earth.” There was a pause. Bedillia smiled. “Now, are you ready to start to win your battle? Are you ready to walk?”
Tom nodded. There was more to Bedillia’s story, he was sure of it, but it would have to wait for another time. Right now there were more important matters to see to. With Bedillia’s help he rose to his feet once more. There was momentary dizziness. The room began to fade, but he refused to give in. No, he had things to do; he had no time to waste. He took several faltering steps, each more steady than the last. He was whole once again.
“This will be your room,” explained Bedillia, walking over to the far corner, and pushing aside the set of brown drapes to reveal some clothes hanging from a short rack, also brown. “I’ve prepared some clothes for you. The color brown is in this year. It was the rave last year too. Still, it is vastly preferable to that gray loincloth you’ve worn these past eighteen months. Nonetheless, it is still in there among your other clothes.”
“Why?” asked Tom. “Why would I ever want to wear that horrible thing again? It’s positively indecent.”
“We don’t waste anything here,” replied Bedillia. “I still have mine, and the top that went with it. Abaddon has asked that we keep them. Perhaps it is to act as a reminder of where we came from. Perhaps it is something that might come in useful some day, I don’t know. Go ahead and select something to wear. I’ll take some time and show you around. I’ll be just outside.”
Bedillia departed, leaving Tom to his selection and his thoughts. He sorted through the clothes. They appeared simple, but well made. A chill ran up his back when he discovered his old loincloth hanging among the other clothes. He quickly passed it by. Donning a brown vest-like shirt, a pair of long loose trousers, and a pair of sandals that looked almost Roman in design, he was ready to go. He was still a bit shaky as he turned around and prepared to head into this new world, but he wouldn’t let that slow him down. In his wildest imaginings he hadn’t envisioned being free again. Now he had been given a second chance. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes he’d made in the past. It was time for Dr. Tom Carson to join the fight.
Chapter 4
A nother set of rippling uneven stairs carved from the gray rocky floor loomed before Tom Carson. Bedillia forged on ahead. “Up, down, and all around,” he mumbled, as he followed Bedillia up the 23 steps. Yes, he counted them all. They had been walking for nearly an hour. At this point, Tom was totally disoriented. This place, this refuge, as it was called, was an enormous maze of branching tunnels and oddly shaped cavern rooms. Clearly, this fortress had been carved out of an already existing cave system. Still, such a project was a considerable undertaking, of that Tom was certain.
Tom was no geologist. He could not discern whether the preexisting cavern had been formed by running water or flowing lava. It was hard to imagine water flowing in Hell, but that in itself was not evidence one way or the other.
He had seen many side passages during his tour, entrances
Similar Books
