5.4. More questions
Geranium found herself looking out of the castle
window overlooking at a valley where a river cut it in the bottom, while its
bank was lined with trees. She turned back and saw herself in a grand hall with
the high narrow windows and expensive tapestry. At the other end of the hall
was the figure that brought her there, but was dressed in a white robe without
the double horns.
“Please be seated, Crusader.” The one name Satan
motioned to her to a seat near him. “Refreshment would be served later.”
“I was just advised that your name is Geranium
Black. That would make you my descendant; a very distant descendant.” The
figure in white voiced out. “Don’t be surprised, Geranium. I am Gerald Black,
the first Crusader.”
The figure in white then produced a rapier in his
hands replacing the trident.
“Note that both shared a sharp point.” The one named
Gerald Black spoke.
“Gerald?” Geranium shot up from her seat. “I would
repeat myself once more. Enough of the theatrics. I am leaving.”
“No, you may not. If you do, you and your fellow
Crusaders would die.” The one claimed to be Gerald Black spoke up. “All of you
are doomed from the start. The Crusaders was formed to fight the war that the
Angels would not do themselves since the first one. They came at the last
moment to win the battle, but they also decided the terms of surrender.”
“Hear me out. You need to know it all.” The white
robe figure pleaded with her. Geranium
held back and wanted to hear it all.
5.5. The other side dimension
“I beg to begin from the beginning.” Gerald Black
sitting on the high back chair recounted his alliance with the Crusaders.
“I was once a soldier of the King’s army, and it was
my duty to protect the country. It was the night when I was sent out on patrol
with my fellow soldiers. There were twelve of us in the patrol, and after a
long grueling day we stopped to camp by an abandoned church. It was my Captain;
his name was Phillip who said we camped to the far side from the cemetery. He
was a devout man of the Faith, but also harbored silly thoughts of the rising
dead. It was past midnight, when we all retired to our sleep with only one of
ours as the sentry.”
“It was a sleep which only I woke up; in fright with
the foul mouth hovering over my throat. I gave the face a head butt into the
nose, before rolling over. I got up half crouched and reached for my dagger on
my waist belt. I thrust it into the foul smelling assailant while shouting out
the alarm.”
“But none was to answer my call. They were all dead,
bitten by the foul smelling Vampires. My
assailant with the dagger in his chest stood up and approached me. It was a
horrendous the way he looked; torn off flesh with the scattered rags on the
body frame. I stepped back and then was caught by another in the rear. I
struggled to get loose but it was useless. Just when I thought dead was
imminent; I saw the descending figure in white with the sword.”
“I was soon to be introduced to Gabriel.”
“The figure in white attacked the Vampires and
within seconds, I was standing alone before him. I thanked him for saving my
life, but he told me that I was chosen to be their warrior. A warrior of Light
I was told, but the name would not suffice in this world. He named us the
Crusaders. He told me of the work to done, and how it would affect the living.
I owed him my life and thus pledge myself to the task.”
“It was then he told me that the Crusaders would
start with me, but there would be others to join me. They would come to me and
be my friends. I did as he asked, and with his guidance, I met the others. I
also fought many battles for him, including the one which we had to defeat the
one named Baal. It was that task which grew into me, the need to rest. I asked
of that and was offered the respite from the tasks. I took to my family and
re-learning my Faith.”
“It was not long when I was shown a new sight of
myself.”
“I saw myself dead that night. It was as if I was
there again, but as an observer of the killing. I was the first to die, but the
most unusual event was to transpire. I saw my body disappeared and then another
appeared. It was still me, but then I felt that it was not I. I then saw the
whole re-enactment of my fight and how I was saved by the one named Gabriel.”
“I was confused for some days, but the sights kept
on appearing to me, at day or night when I am alone. I thought I was going mad,
and seek peace on myself with far journeys alone. It was during the journey, I
saw more visions of myself in different roles; there were six of them in which
I may be a doctor or an officer but they all led to the same incident. I was to
be killed and then another took my place.”
“It was on one of the lonely nights, I found my true
self. There was another figure which appeared before me. He said he was the
Creator of the Dimensions. He told me I was uplifted from another dimension and
placed into this one by him to take over the body. He told me that my real name
was Azazel. I was one of the Fallen Angels given a redemption of the soul.”
“Gerald Black body but his soul was the Angel
Azazel.”
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