Crusaders III: The New Age 1.50

9.4.          The Event Minutes – Declared Attack

Geranium gunned the bike down the pathway between the seats, into the field passed the followers which were cheering. She saw the Vampires posted near the podium were alerted to her arrival and was to react when from the seats, a small fire broke out. It was Helmut who was doing the burning on the combustible materials he managed to gather. It attracted some of the other Vampires who swarmed over there.

Then was another incident on the far side. It was Crawler in pursuit of another. The man-creature leapt up high and landed on the other one he was pursuing. They hit the seats and rolled hard over it. Crawler raised up his right clawed hand to thrust it into the other’ face.

It was then the stadium speakers roared out.

“I be darned!” It was Micheal voice and his face appeared on the wide screen on both end of the stadium. He was holding an explosive item in his left hand. “Prophet, I read the schematics. You left the bombs all around the stadium. I wonder why.”

The crowd of followers all looked at the screen. The Prophet sensed their confusion and spoke out.

“He is the one holding the bomb. There are no other bombs here.” The Prophet assured them but Micheal heard the Prophet too.

“Prophet, explained to them this.” Micheal downloaded the schematic from the earlier Console and had it then shown on the screen. One of the followers identified the location of one of the bombs. He ran to it next to the podium and saw the bomb that was laid there. He raised up the alarm and that hasten up the panic. The followers were all running in panic.

The Prophet saw his plan going wrong. He reached for the remote switch to depress the trigger. It would set of the fifty bombs in the stadium. He would create a series of explosions that would kill all  of his followers, and made them his own.

His real army of lost souls.

The trigger was pressed.

The bombs were ticked to explode.

“You will all die today.” The voice boomed from above the stadium. “Your war had just begun.”

The gargoyles swept down with their mallets which they went clubbing with it.

Prologue 9

Azazel stood on the edge of the rooftop of the building a block away. He had given the command for the gargoyles to attack. He had massed up over three hundred of these creatures; hidden till that day to emerge for the final battle. It was all as planned. He called on his wings and was to fly when he heard the voice.

“Azazel, you are needed. Father had called on us.”

Azazel turned to look at the one who had just addressed him.

“Hello, Gabriel.” Azazel smiled. “How’s Father?”