The pain was immense. He had not expected the father to know of such powerful incantation. He had also not expected his knowledge of demons to be as good as it was. He was expecting this to be a simple task, which it wasn’t. The priest was attempting to return him to hell. If he finished the incantation, then Belial would be making a return trip to that dire and boring place that was hell. Few of his kind could escape that prison. All of them, Lucifer included, couldn’t do it easily. Although Lucifer could do it easier than the rest of them.
“Caeli deus deus terrae.”
Belial staggered towards the trees. He was looking for the priest, looking for an opportunity to put him out, take him down. The tree that he had first hid behind was empty. He looked to the right and saw him running back toward the church. He stretched forth a hand and stopped the priest from his escape. Belial waved his hand to the right and sent him flying into a tree, where he crumpled to the ground hard. His incantation was stopped and Belial’s pain subsided. He grinned. Things were looking up again.
He approached the priest, who was unconscious. One fireball would do the trick and events would be set in motion. Bobby was right. This was against the rules and there would be consequences. Belial had become tired of the treaty that God and Lucifer had signed up to and believed that Lucifer had become weak. He could see only one course of action that would bring dignity and courage to his kind and that was to strike at the heart of this agreement that God had forced upon them. By killing a man, a human and a servant of God nonetheless, would send ripples throughout both heaven and hell. Sides would take up arms, peaceful notions would be discarded and the cry of war would be raised.
“What are you doing, Belial?”
He turned around to see a man with short brown hair, in a white tie-less suit much like his own. His eyes were white, full white. He didn’t who this was, but knew what he was. “I should’ve guessed that he would send someone to stop me.” “He didn’t need to,” the man responded. “We watch over the men of God. Why are you breaking the rules?” “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” snapped Belial. “Your kind with the judging and your high almighty attitude.” “Not in centuries, not since the holy war has one of your kind tried to rebel against his majesty,” the man said. “Yet now, here you wish to make your stand?”
Belial had talked enough. He threw the fireball at the man who stopped it with his hand. The man waved his hand and sent Belial flying backwards, hitting the ground just short of the car park cement. “There will be no mercy for you, Belial,” the man said as he began to walk towards the demon. “You have cast the first stone and for that non-existence is the only possible outcome for you.”
He got to his feet. Angels, how he hated them. But he was prepared for this. He had expected some form of intervention and knew that they would most likely send an angel to stop him. “What’s your name?” he called out as he dusted himself down. “I would have the name of the angel that I will kill.” “David,” the angel responded. “And you are mistaken if you think I will let you win here.” “Well, we will have to see who is right and who is wrong won’t we?”
“Caeli deus deus terrae.”
Belial staggered towards the trees. He was looking for the priest, looking for an opportunity to put him out, take him down. The tree that he had first hid behind was empty. He looked to the right and saw him running back toward the church. He stretched forth a hand and stopped the priest from his escape. Belial waved his hand to the right and sent him flying into a tree, where he crumpled to the ground hard. His incantation was stopped and Belial’s pain subsided. He grinned. Things were looking up again.
He approached the priest, who was unconscious. One fireball would do the trick and events would be set in motion. Bobby was right. This was against the rules and there would be consequences. Belial had become tired of the treaty that God and Lucifer had signed up to and believed that Lucifer had become weak. He could see only one course of action that would bring dignity and courage to his kind and that was to strike at the heart of this agreement that God had forced upon them. By killing a man, a human and a servant of God nonetheless, would send ripples throughout both heaven and hell. Sides would take up arms, peaceful notions would be discarded and the cry of war would be raised.
“What are you doing, Belial?”
He turned around to see a man with short brown hair, in a white tie-less suit much like his own. His eyes were white, full white. He didn’t who this was, but knew what he was. “I should’ve guessed that he would send someone to stop me.” “He didn’t need to,” the man responded. “We watch over the men of God. Why are you breaking the rules?” “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” snapped Belial. “Your kind with the judging and your high almighty attitude.” “Not in centuries, not since the holy war has one of your kind tried to rebel against his majesty,” the man said. “Yet now, here you wish to make your stand?”
Belial had talked enough. He threw the fireball at the man who stopped it with his hand. The man waved his hand and sent Belial flying backwards, hitting the ground just short of the car park cement. “There will be no mercy for you, Belial,” the man said as he began to walk towards the demon. “You have cast the first stone and for that non-existence is the only possible outcome for you.”
He got to his feet. Angels, how he hated them. But he was prepared for this. He had expected some form of intervention and knew that they would most likely send an angel to stop him. “What’s your name?” he called out as he dusted himself down. “I would have the name of the angel that I will kill.” “David,” the angel responded. “And you are mistaken if you think I will let you win here.” “Well, we will have to see who is right and who is wrong won’t we?”
