31.
The figure of Father
Dennis aka the General then dissipated and in place was a figure in a Roman
toga with the trident held on the right hand. The figure had a tail that
appeared behind stood tall at over seven feet with its hoofed limbs seen below
the toga length.
“Brother Samael, I see
that you are still the devil I once knew.” Aamon spoke with the loud and deep
voice. His expression came with the bald look on the scalp and deep set of rounded
green eyes that flared as if it was an ember from the flaming fire. Its ears
were swept back and reached high above matched by the double horns that were on
the forehead.
“Brother Aamon, I am
delighted to find you revealed now. I detected your presence but I wished not
to it. Once you rode beside me with your forty legions and like me, we were all
drawn here. Immortals or demi-Gods we were then, and it earthly desires we
indulged in until the call for us to arm against the very ones we were once
with. It was a bitter war then and I was exiled by the wishes of Lucifer. He
sought me to fight another day.”
“The war ended with of
our defeat, but some of us escaped the wrath. I was one and with the Nephilim I
hid among the outcasts. I travelled the land and blended in. I watched and
learned like you. I was with you on the battles with Hannibal, the conquest
with Alexander and also rode the plains with the Great Khan. Unlike you, I was
either the mere servant serving the food or the stable hand. I hid myself well
with my other skill; the invisibility to the others.”
“Just as you hid
yourself from me with your servant to approach me for assistance.” Samael added
in. “I sensed you but your spells were greater than mine. Soon later, you
created the Lone Ranger to fight evil so that the Master could re-emerge once
more. Your creation defied you and won against your foes.”
“Truth to your words.
The Lone Ranger did more than I expected. I had him killed when he came close
to my identity. He was also destroying the ones I detest. So I created the next
one but I did not know of his spells.” Aamon chuckled.
“That what gets you
spanked for being naughty. You do recall those words from him.”
Both Samael and Aamon
laughed out loud. Lance had then shouted out.
“Stop all this! You can
have your reunion later in Hell.” Lance was getting impatient. “Can we get back
to the fighting?”
The flap of the tent
burst opened and the officer with the rank of Major rushed in.
“We are under….” The
officer stopped in his track when he saw the two hoofed figures there with the
horns. “Oh my God!”
The sound of the cannon
shots were heard in the distance and the explosions followed closely behind.
There were screams of pain but the Major needed not concerned with it. He was
slammed against tent walls and the hat stand nearby impaled into his chest.
“We have to leave,
Samael.” Aamon told the other but Samael stepped back.
“I am not going with
you. You need to leave alone. Hawkins is back with his second army.” Samael
then turned to grab Lance before rushing out. They stepped out and saw the
Lycan captives were still there. They were struggling with their shackles and
on the far side a few were hit by the explosions near them. Lance saw Tonto was
among the wounded. He rushed forth clumsy with his shackles but Samael was
ahead. He stepped ahead and pulled Tonto aside. The others there had struggled
against their shackles when the demon was near.
Samael smashed the shackles
on Tonto’s and pulled him towards Lance.
“There is a war going
on and we are not needed.” Samael called on a spell which froze both Lance and
Tonto. He then carried both of them and took to flight with the wings that
appeared on his back. In the tent, the Colonel looked at the one he addressed
as Father Dennis standing there. They were not moving but Father Dennis had
reverted to his faithful image.
“Colonel, get out there
to command your men.” Father Dennis
called out to the officer. “We got some demons to kill.”
The Colonel broken out
of his trance then rushed outside. He looked around to assess the situation.
His evaluation on his remaining five hundred men was anger. They have
congregated into their platoons at the open yard and it was how they lost half
their numbers when the cannon shots came. When they were hit, the men just
scattered along with the officers. It was chaos then. The Colonel saw the
enemies on the far side of the train yard. There were five cannons there manned
by the mercenaries. He then saw the train behind them. They must have sneaked
in late and the tracks could only reach that point. There were a hundred armed
guards next to the train.
“Organize the men,
Major. I want them ready for action.” The Major rushed off to organize the men
with the Colonel throwing more orders. Just when he thought he had the orders
carried out, he saw the shackled Lycans were loose but they were heading for
safety. He looked back at the enemies and saw the armed guards have found
mounts. They were attacking the scattered men of his and he was still calling
for order. He did not see the approaching rider that held the sabre in the
right hand. The sabre found its mark in the Major’s neck from the back. The
blade cut in and then across leaving the Colonel with a partially severed head.
The one named Hawkins
dismounted and approached the tent. He raised the flap and stepped in. There
was no one else in the tent. He then stepped out and saw his mercenaries were
mopping up the resistance. He assessed the losses of his army and reckoned he
will need reinforcement. Before he performed it, he will have to stop the
persons causing him all these losses. He did not see the hands that gripped his
throat and held him up.
“It’s about time we
discussed things again, Brother?”
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