Alan Price and the Statue of Zeus (The Nephilim Chronicles Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Jonathan Yanez
he responded. “Even Gabriel’s power has limits. Whatever he has done can be undone. We’ll find a way to overcome him.”
“Yes, I believe we will,” Seraphim licked her lips and struggled to find her next words. It was an act Michael had never witnessed in the Death Angel. “The events unfolding, we can overcome or reverse. However, those injured or those that will fall in the process … that is something we must live with.”
Realization shook Michael as he looked beyond Seraphim’s words and discovered her true meaning. She was worried about someone. Michael knew he needed to traverse carefully or run the risk of her shutting down completely. As it was, this was the most Seraphim had spoken during the course of their entire journey. “I know what you mean. I shoulder the responsibility of my actions and weigh their consequences every day. All we can do is live each day like it is our last and treat those around us as such.”
Seraphim brushed a lock of her rogue red hair from her vision. A scar ran down the right side of her face—paired with her burned wing, they were a token of Gabriel’s hatred for the Light. “I want you to know that I will kill Gabriel when we meet him. There will be no trial. I won’t give him the opportunity to disfigure or kill anyone ever again.”
Michael’s heartbeat quickened. He knew he needed Seraphim and her Death Angels on his side if he was to stand a chance against Gabriel. Still he was not willing to contradict his morals. Gabriel was to be captured and tried, not executed on the spot. “I understand your concern. What he did to you—”
Seraphim stood from her seat, spreading her wings out on either side of her. Michael’s words trailed off into the quiet oblivion under the ferocity of her stare. Seraphim’s wings were black; rather her left wing was black while the right was a hybrid of supernatural appendage and modern necessity. During the last encounter with Gabriel, the Fallen Archangel not only scarred her face, he burned half her wing. It was only Alan’s creativity allowing Seraphim to fly again.
Michael sat quiet as he studied the metal wing that latched onto Seraphim’s shoulder and torso. He could not imagine what she felt. The proud leader of the deadliest beings on heaven and earth reduced to wearing a metal wing to fly. Michael thought no less of her but he knew she would judge herself harshly.
“I will make him suffer as he has made me suffer, Michael,” Seraphim’s eyes flashed with fire. She began removing the leather straps holding her metal wing in place as she spoke. “If you want my help or the help of those who follow my command then you will give me Gabriel’s head.” Seraphim unlocked the last clasp and the shaped wing designed to resemble feathers fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Seraphim beat what remained of her right wing in the air and angled it towards Michael so he could take a better look.
The wing was a ghastly-scarred lump of burned flesh and molted feathers. Michael forced himself not to look away. Instead, he moved his eyes to look directly at Seraphim as she spoke. “I will not allow Gabriel to do this to anyone else.”
Chapter 3
“I told you, I will not join you.”
“That’s fine,” Alan said as he kept pace with Raphael. “I’ve accepted that.”
Raphael furrowed his brow as he walked down a steep path leading towards the ocean. “Then why do you continue to follow?”
“Because I don’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t have anything else to do. If you’re not going to help us, then the war is lost and we are all dead anyway. Gabriel now has the power to shift fate, how are we going to beat that?” Alan didn’t wait for a response, “I figure, we only have a few days left before whatever is going to happen, happens. Spending it with you seems as good of an option as anything else. I mean, it’s not like I can travel back to the human plane or anything.”
Raphael shook his head
“Yes, I believe we will,” Seraphim licked her lips and struggled to find her next words. It was an act Michael had never witnessed in the Death Angel. “The events unfolding, we can overcome or reverse. However, those injured or those that will fall in the process … that is something we must live with.”
Realization shook Michael as he looked beyond Seraphim’s words and discovered her true meaning. She was worried about someone. Michael knew he needed to traverse carefully or run the risk of her shutting down completely. As it was, this was the most Seraphim had spoken during the course of their entire journey. “I know what you mean. I shoulder the responsibility of my actions and weigh their consequences every day. All we can do is live each day like it is our last and treat those around us as such.”
Seraphim brushed a lock of her rogue red hair from her vision. A scar ran down the right side of her face—paired with her burned wing, they were a token of Gabriel’s hatred for the Light. “I want you to know that I will kill Gabriel when we meet him. There will be no trial. I won’t give him the opportunity to disfigure or kill anyone ever again.”
Michael’s heartbeat quickened. He knew he needed Seraphim and her Death Angels on his side if he was to stand a chance against Gabriel. Still he was not willing to contradict his morals. Gabriel was to be captured and tried, not executed on the spot. “I understand your concern. What he did to you—”
Seraphim stood from her seat, spreading her wings out on either side of her. Michael’s words trailed off into the quiet oblivion under the ferocity of her stare. Seraphim’s wings were black; rather her left wing was black while the right was a hybrid of supernatural appendage and modern necessity. During the last encounter with Gabriel, the Fallen Archangel not only scarred her face, he burned half her wing. It was only Alan’s creativity allowing Seraphim to fly again.
Michael sat quiet as he studied the metal wing that latched onto Seraphim’s shoulder and torso. He could not imagine what she felt. The proud leader of the deadliest beings on heaven and earth reduced to wearing a metal wing to fly. Michael thought no less of her but he knew she would judge herself harshly.
“I will make him suffer as he has made me suffer, Michael,” Seraphim’s eyes flashed with fire. She began removing the leather straps holding her metal wing in place as she spoke. “If you want my help or the help of those who follow my command then you will give me Gabriel’s head.” Seraphim unlocked the last clasp and the shaped wing designed to resemble feathers fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Seraphim beat what remained of her right wing in the air and angled it towards Michael so he could take a better look.
The wing was a ghastly-scarred lump of burned flesh and molted feathers. Michael forced himself not to look away. Instead, he moved his eyes to look directly at Seraphim as she spoke. “I will not allow Gabriel to do this to anyone else.”
Chapter 3
“I told you, I will not join you.”
“That’s fine,” Alan said as he kept pace with Raphael. “I’ve accepted that.”
Raphael furrowed his brow as he walked down a steep path leading towards the ocean. “Then why do you continue to follow?”
“Because I don’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t have anything else to do. If you’re not going to help us, then the war is lost and we are all dead anyway. Gabriel now has the power to shift fate, how are we going to beat that?” Alan didn’t wait for a response, “I figure, we only have a few days left before whatever is going to happen, happens. Spending it with you seems as good of an option as anything else. I mean, it’s not like I can travel back to the human plane or anything.”
Raphael shook his head
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