CHAPTER 7 : HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE

Opening Scene ;

Sight catches a glimpse of Azazel in the desert where he was raised from the forever burning inferno, by the hands of the beholder of the spark, John. Repeatedly chanting words which were inexplicit to the ears. The desert sand rose, forming a desert storm. The skies darkened and it was seen and heard, seven lightening struck in the misty, dark and heavy clouds. Four horses were seen galloping across the heavy clouds as their hoofs spark fire upon the empty air. None had a rider. One was red, and it had on its body parts, signs that if they were put together, they meant famine. And the second horse was black, and in its eyes, it had the definition of plague, suffering and envy. And the sky made way for the third as it hit its hoof and neighed, raising its front legs up before setting fire as it rode down to the earth. The pale look in the pale horses' eyes called out death. And lastly, a white horse with a glorious rider, bright and he was war.

Fire suddenly was raised around them and their colours became indefinite as all that was seen was red flames. "Arise and ride with chaos for you are the harbingers of the Apocalypse." Azazel yelled with a voice that reached the skies. The dust of the desert formed three beings, and they rode on the horses that matched their colours. 

Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse

Chapter 7

Horsemen

Finding the last two was the perhaps the easiest of all that we had to go through. Less stress, less troubles, and above all, they were on earth. Two different locations, Rod Smith found in Santiago and Sam found in New Jersey. I had an unusual connection with the last two and it felt like they will not be for long. 

The circumferential flares of my portal burnt through the air as it spawned right back at Khloe's house. As soon as we arrived, I felt an aura present. It wasn't long enough before Raphael showed up. He stared at me, I wasn't sure of what was going on but the frown on his face said it all. It was a haunted expression.

"We are late!" Raphael spoke up. His sentence sent chills down my spine, chills accompanied by great discomfort. 

Light fades

I felt my heart clench and it was hard for me to speak up. "What is going on." Khloe asked Raphael who acted hastily. 

"Khloe, we are late, the prophecy has gone into script." "The harbingers of the apocalypse are set out to bring chaos to your kind," "human and supernatural."

Khloe suddenly drowned in confusion, not understanding what Raphael said. Contradictorily, it was clear to me. I understood it all.

"Harbingers? You never said anything about harbingers." Khloe reaffirmed as she followed Raphael back by back.

"The Horsemen!" "War!" "Death!" "Famine!" "Plague!" Azazel did this. They are not just the harbinger of Chaos but the forerunner of the Prophecy along side Azazel." "This isn't compromising our work, what must be done, must be done." "If it is against the will of God, then it is my consequence to face." "Hold hands." He ordered. "I assure you the world isn't ending today." He added before we all vanished. 

I didn't even have time to ask a question, he was all in a hurry. His actions was stern and wasn't meant to be disrupted. Sam and Rod werent even given a chance to speak.

"Stand in a circle, your arms angled by your side." He ordered, referring to everyone excluding me. As they stood in the circle formation, I saw a white dust rise from the floors of his realm. At everyone's corner, a sigil was placed. There were seven sigils in total that I had never come across. They couldn't be detailed, extremely complicated and unable to remake or read.

"John stand in the midst of circle!" He ordered. I instantly did as I was ordered.

My heart skipped a bit as I realised if I accept this power once more, I doubt there will be a coming back. The fate of the world, man and supernatural, will lie in my hand, as I will serve as a protector to my kind. I took a huge grasp of air into my lungs and exhaled before closing my eyes.

"By the count of three, your powers shall be withdrawn," "the lucky three will fight along side John to protect him," "the rest will will return to their past lives with no trace of them knowing about us." Raphael made clear.

"Are you ready!" Asked the Angel. 

"One!" He called. I could hear his voice going from the left corner of my ear to the right corner as he walked around the circle. 

"Two!" He said as he stood at a place. I could hear him before me. It was like a position contradicting to mine. Perhaps opposite me. 

"Behold your rebirth!" He whispered with a very ever low voice that sent goosebumps over me. All I felt suddenly washed away by the sudden count of.....

"Three!" Raphael yelled.

I couldn't see as my eyes were shut. All I could do was hear and feel and from what I heard, it sounded like lightening got accumulated in the sky. Suddenly it rained upon me, burning my skin like I was put in a hot furnace and piercing my soul, marking me with the sign of the "Spark" deep into my soul. It wasn't even all. The sound of silence over shadowed the pain I felt. And I...I had a deja vu. I heard Raphael's voice again saying "I do not just prepare you for the demon coming, but for death." Suddenly I blanked out.

I saw myself at the feet of a number of green flourishing mountains of their various kinds. At my presence, the sky turned dark and heavy. It seemed ready to drop the showers but nothing fell. A thunder struck and I saw a man at the top of the mountains, clothed in a green hood with a staff in his right hand. "Find me and discover the hidden." He yelled. His voiced echoed down at me and it was accompanied by a great lightening I saw coming down, towards me. I came back to my consciousness and the thunder turned out literal. It didn't strike me, it struck Khloe.

She yelled in pain as she felt the thunder tear her skin apart, leading her to create what seems to be a time freeze, which I and Raphael weren't included in. I felt the force of something heavy fall right beside me. A force that caused the time freeze to succumb. Everything seemed to be happening faster an out of hand. 

I fell to the ground, feeling like I was dead. All I could do was move a few muscles. I turned my neck over to Raphael and I saw the Lady, Hilda, beside him. The one who raised Claire. 

"Do you think it is the right time?" She asked Raphael as she stared right at me. 

"Enough has happened." "Saying more will leave him daft and broken." Raphael replied. Hilda had a light smile on her face before she suddenly vanished. I couldn't tell but from the lack of silence I think everyone was pretty not awake.

The brief conversation between Raphael and Hilda was the most vague conversation I have ever heard, in addition to Hilda's ambiguous last sentence. I had this mixed feeling, first, the feeling of euphoria until it was suddenly engulfed by anger. 

Raphael walked over to me, he helped me up and held me still. "John...Ozais...Screeman!" "By the power you possess," "the power of the spark," I rebirth you," for you are the first and the last of your kind. You are the Celestial."

I felt relieved of all my weight and I opened my golden eyes and ascended to the skies of his realm, stantly vanishing.

Third Person Narrative 

 Raphael walked over to the others that laid on the floor and he said to them;

"Tempest day, tempest night, be you worthy, see the light, they day of help, that of trouble, see Ozais and see life." 

He snapped his right middle finger against his thumb and they all disappesaid. "Find a way and stop it before the time reaches!" A voice that sounded like Raphael's said but no particular person was seen being referred to, as sight flashed away from the scene.

Light fades.

Broad Daylight.

Caracas,

Venezuela.

Brilliant beams of light are seen extending from the cloud as the sun shines as bright, towards the mirror of a building, a white mansion. Turned out to be Maria's house. Light from the crepuscular rays engulfs Maria's wide room, setting her awake that instant. She closed her eyes again, turning from one corner of the bed to another in search of the comfortable spot. She gasped at the sound of a knock at her door before she sat upright and squinted her eyes, preventing further light from penetrating. 

"Who is that?" She asked lazily. 

"Breakfast is ready!" A feminine voice replied. 

"I'm coming ma'." Maria yelled.

After minutes of cleaning up and getting dressed, Maria walked down the spiral stair case, leading down to the dining table. She had a simple attire of a T-shirt and jeans. At the table, there were a couple, not so aged. The man stood up from his chair and gave Maria a light kiss on her forehead, which raised the cheeks of Maria and made way for a smile, before heading over to the kitchen.

"Sweety!" He called.

"You haven't been taking my calls lately!" He yelled from the kitchen. On the other hand the lady, sat still, with a smile as she stared at Maria with her grey eyes. Her brown hair surrounded her both shoulder and she seemed to be dressed in a purple, extensively ornamented gown, having layers of designs and a brown belt around her waist.

"Lately?" Her face twisted into a scowl as her forehead crinkled. Her brows furrowed and her brows contracted at once. She pulled out her phone, stared right down towards it and saw a number of calls from her father.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember...receiving any...any of those." Maria grinned uncontrollably as her smile got mixed up with her puzzled face.

"Your mum was planning to tell you something!" "I had no idea what it was, she said it was only for you, something about the true you" Maria's dad said as he flipped the pancake dough that was in the pan. 

"Something about your destiny." He added, putting out the pancake into a plate before he took some strawberries from the freezer.

"Oh Jace! Come on! You talk a lot." Maria's mum said to her husband, with a laugh before she glared heavily at him. Her actions were as mature as it could be. 

"My destiny?" Maria asked, still looking puzzled. 

The smile that was stuck on her mum's face quickly faded before she replied. "It's nothing darling, you'll know soon enough."

"Sweety, you mum and I have decided to keep you in for a week, spend some time with you and help you accomplish your dream of helping the poor and creating a foundation." Like you always wanted." Jace said, bringing the plates to dining table. Maria wanted to make a foundation some time ago, what she heard now didn't bring much shock to her, other than just accumulating clouded thoughts in her head. It felt like she knew something, like she remembered something.

"So tell me what has been happening for the past...over twelve days now we haven't seen you in the house?" Jace asked.

"She was with John!" Maria's mother suddenly spoke up for Maria, glancing at Maria and Jace with grin.

"Hmm! Nice name." "I like him already!" Jace took off his glasses as he walked over to the dining once more with three glasses of what seemed to be orange juice.

"That name, it sounds familiar, I never told you about anyone named John?" Maria confirmed as she struggled to remember something but nothing came together. Things played off suddenly, bringing confusion to Maria. The expression Maria's mum had on was unexplainable. Maria shifted her chair back a bit before standing up right.

"Sweety, tell me the last thing you remember!" Maria's mum asked as she walked over from her chair to Maria's. Maria shook and stammered. Her eyes clicked slowly and she drowned herself in confusion. "The last thing I remember, I was in a bar, Juan Sebastian!" 

Maria's mum's didn't seem so surprise about what she just heard. She put on a made up confused expression before stammering "Juan Sebastian bar?" "That was thirteen days ago!" She replied as she turned over to Jace, who didn't look so puzzled. Indeed it was actually thirteen days ago.

Maria stared at the plate before her, preoccupied. She was absent minded and heard nothing else.

Light fades.

Contradictorily, Khloe as well was deemed with the same fate as Maria, along side every other person that had come in contact with them. The fate of forgetting everything. 

First Person Narrative

Khloe 

I heard the rushing cars across the street, I felt my feet swivelling and the sun rays heating my eye lid at a particular degree I turned at. I probed with my hands at my closed eyes, saw the red shadow over my eye socket. The beeping horn of a car woke my up from my fantasy and I couldn't recall what it was. I felt like there was a thought that I couldn't remember. I rushed to the other side of the street, stopping a few cars in the process, which almost caused an accident. I took a shufti round across the street I was in and back again and It was that moment the sound I heard around me seized. I heard nothing but the silence piercing my hard drums. I closed my eyes one more time, trying to get to my senses but it was to no avail. Opening my eyes one more time, I saw a sign board which on it was written "Caracas."

I had this loud voice of pang in my skull. All I heard were shady whispers and nothing more. I turned over again, with the obvious face of curiosity and confusion, walking from one corner to another. And then suddenly the voice became clear and all it said was "Tempest Day, Tempest Night, Be you worthy, See the light, The Day of trouble, The Day of help, See Ozais and see Life." The pain it inflicted caused me to yell on the open high traffic road, dragging my hair and forcing the vain on my forehead out.

Light Quickly Fades.

Scene Changes

'Eregdix', The Hidden World' 

Eregdrix, the hidden kingdom of wealth, riches and glory. Sight catches a glimpse of the realm from a sky view, capturing all the sparkling materials the realm was raised up with. From the undescribable shaped buildings made out of luminous materials to the golden towers at the edge of the realm. Sight moves speedily across the realm, catching extra views like the beautiful water falls, the rivers and lakes and the kids in their robes having their times with the fishes of the rivers. Moving further, the glimpse of the palace was caught. Sky view ended at the tip of the four silver towers surrounding the golden one, the Kings palace.

Scene changes as the view caught the interior of the palace.

The footsteps of thick heeled shoes were head knacking on the tiles, designed beautifully on the floors of the palace in an abaresque pattern, with what seemed to be ordinary ceramics. This was a realm where the past got intertwined with the future. Most things developed and the rest are more of Olympus and the Greek gods style.

The footsteps suddenly paused and hands that were covered with white gloves grabbed the golden knob of a colossal door, twisted them, (The metals inside were heard clashing against one another) before releasing and pushing the door.

Sight gets raised and the one with the knacking shoes was the commander, Massaca with a few guards behind him.

The internal features seemed to have had a few changes. Over the top of the palace was a glassy chandelier.

Looking forward, the King, Butt sat on his throne which its edges were alined with shards of tiny diamonds and platinum, with a sort of leather addressed as shell cordevan, placed at the arm side and sitter. More, were the moulded earthy animal sculpture by the corners of the throne.

The loud and bold voice of the Commander, Massaca, broke the silence. "Sire!" 

Your absence and sudden return today has caused an instability and has brought confusion to the various inhabitants of Eregdrix. After your abduction by a set of supernatural beings, along side the abduction of Margaret Johnathan, the citizens are worried and ....

"Shut it!" Butt whispered rubbing his right hand over his creasing forehead.

"But Sire...!" The commander called once more before getting a strict reply from the King.

"Shut it!" He yelled as he casted down the crown from his head and stood to his feet.

"No one has stepped feet into this land after the witch, Morgana casted the protection and illusion spell on us and our land." The King reaffirmed. 

Hatred was raised in the face of the commander and the silence slowly came back together after the Kings few words. "Pardon me, Sire!" The Commander said expressing a gesture of suppression by bowing with his right hand placed on his chest. "What shall I tell the citizens?!" 

"Are you drunk Massaca?" "What is there to tell?" "If you push this further I will have no other choice than to..."

"But sire!"

"Guards arrest him!" Butt said without hesitation.

The guards behind Massaca walked further to the Commander. Massaca looked over his neck, sniffed in anger and turned back at the King. "It is an order." Butt yelled angrily.

"I am the commander!" Massaca tried to get to guards resist the order of the King. His reply sent goosebumps down to the guards and brought an unusual chill down Massaca's spine.

"And I am your King!" Butt replied with a sleek low tone, overriding Massaca's quote of address of power.

And as all this went on, Azazel hid by a corner, and watched with his red eyes, behind the animal statue. And a soft smile played off on his face. Shockingly, Azazel had his way into Eregdrix, the hidden land. 

Light fades.

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