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Haven
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A war of the heavens was not only described by the Christian Bible, but confirmed as an event that must happen. The war between God and Satan was already won at the moment of Creation by the mere existence of the Trinity's lamb. It was only a matter of time before the spoils broke out onto the earth. Of this, Jensen had no doubt. That the war against sin was already won was the cornerstone of his sermons. If sin was not conquered by Christ, then there was no point in being a Christian at all, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.

John's trembling was not comforting.

Jensen brushed an uneasy hand across the slope of his hair, nervous to hear more. Yet John continued.

Cultures that were separated by oceans and scattered by postdiluvian migration should have no contact. Yet, there were striking similarities across many cultures regarding the earliest known periods of human history. Primarily, the source of all these deviations were due to the descendants of Noah and his sons: the only humans to have survived the Great Flood.

Jensen shook his head, "Few scholars," he corrected. A bit of angst snuck around the edges of his voice to speak up against an expert like John. But Jensen believed passionately in the infallible, inerrant Word, where prose should be translated literally. Sure, some scholars dated the creation of Adam as after the alleged date of this tablet, but it was a long, unlikely shot. "Antediluvian, however...." his thoughts trailed. A pre-Flood stone tablet could survive so, and the shape of the world was markedly different before the raging waters carved out new continents. A prophecy that was shared word for word in five different languages from around the world was possible. The unidentified language was cause for concern.

"The shape of the Antediluvian world was far different from what we know today. What seems the passage of an entire ocean may have in 3000 BCE been no more impossible than a voyage across the Mediterranean," he suggested. How had John come to conclude exodus from expedition? Then the idea struck. The average estimation of the Flood dated in the mid 2500 BCE, but plus or minus 500 years...

Epiphany heightened the excitement in his voice. "Maybe they were fleeing. From the Flood. And intending to salvage their histories. Are these prophecies all dated to come from the same period of time? Απολλύων is known, long before John was shown the Revelation, but any sane man would lay the catastrophic destruction of the Flood at the bloodless feet of one called Destroyer." It didn't mean they referenced the same person, and who was Atropos?

Jensen rose to pace, talking to himself more than he was John, but the challenge of understanding tugged at his love for history and his need to understand God's will. A foolish attempt though it may be. No man can comprehend the will of the Almighty.

Then the last of John's phrasings struck.

Jensen paled ashen, staring with dull helplessness. His skin curled and palms broke into a cold sweat. The idea of the unfolding of the events of Revelation should chill any man to his core, but Jensen lingered on a specific phrasing that spiked terror into his spine. I have personally encountered and slain things that are nothing less than supernatural. And they were without a doubt evil. And inhuman.

He glanced at the place John had stowed the gun: he'd slain such creatures with that very weapon. The brief wave of euphoric distraction of the past few minutes crashed and dispersed as water fallen upon rocks. Should he tell him?

Breathlessly, he responded. All the emotion of the morning with Tony, all the fatigue of years of sleeplessness split his voice into a plea. "You're right, John. The army of darkness does exist on earth today." Standing upon foundation of sand, he sank to his knees.

In that instant, the world sharpened into razor focus. With that blasphemous power, he wielded a web into an orb of light that hovered small but beautiful as a marble of glory. It was warm and welcoming: a gently pulsating light devious as Lucifer himself, and proving to John exactly what he faced. "I'm one of them." It felt wonderful to confess, and already his chest eased some of its aforeheld tightness.

"Please kill me." Surprisingly, for an abomination, he was rather calm about the resolution.


Edited by Jensen James, Oct 29 2013, 11:18 AM.
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