The Second Woe By Ezekiel Kincaid - PART ONE
Then from the smoke came locusts on the earth, and they were given power like the power of scorpions of the earth…They have as king over them the angel of the bottomless pit. His name in Hebrew is Abaddon and in the Greek he is called Apollyon.
Revelation 9:3, 11
And I will grant authority to my two witnesses and they will prophesy for 1,280 days…And if anyone harms them, fire pours from their mouth and consumes their foes.
Revelation 11:3, 5
The man’s head toppled at Betzalel’s feet. His body landed on the ground with a thud as blood sloshed from the gaping neck.
“Ariella,” Betzalel called and scanned the landscape for his sister.
He twirled his sword with such force, the warm blood from his fresh kill splattered on his cheek. A gentle breeze rustled through the valley and caused his long, gray hair to dance in his face The sweet smell of death filled his nostrils. The land was covered with the bodies of his foes. Some of them dismembered by his blade and others of them burned from the fire which would proceed from his mouth.
“Behind you, brother.” Ariella emerged from the entrance of a cave. The head of one of the demon locusts swung in her hand as she held it by its long hair. In the other hand she gripped her bladed staff--the blade looked as if it were weeping blood.
Betzalel’s eyes moved from her wavy, brown hair, which was matted to her face in places, to the severed head. Strips of flesh and tendons still hung from the head, and they rippled as she walked. The demon’s horns had been broken off and its face, humanlike. Except for its snout and teeth. They resembled a lion.
“The cave was full of them,” Ariella said, then tossed the demon head. It hit the ground, rolled, and stopped a few feet from her brother.
“It will only be a matter of time before the Pit opens again.” Betzalel held his sword eye level and stared into the hilt. The flaming Eye of Yahweh was beginning to open. An orange crescent shaped light appeared in the black orb.
“How much time do you think we have?” Ariella asked. She set her staff on the ground and peeled her matted hair away from her face. “These demons bleed so much.”
Betzalel continued to stare into the Eye. The orange crescent widened just a hair. “I’d say one hour.”
“Well,” she said with a half smirk. “I guess the time for prophesying is done?”
“Indeed,” Batzelel glanced at his sister. “We’ve said what we needed to say. The people aren’t listening. Instead, they are trying to kill us.”
“I’ll never understand this race of sentient beings, Betzelel.” Ariella bent down to tighten a strap on her boot. “Out of all the races we have been sent to, humans have proven to be the most rebellious and selfish.” She raised back up.
“They certainly have,” he said. “But God still loves them.”
Ariella gazed at the mounds of dead bodies. “This doesn’t look like love to me, brother?”
Betzalel balked at his sister’s comment. “How can you say that? How long has Yahweh borne with this race? What? Coming up on two million years? How long has He been warning them? He has been most patient, sister. Warning and pleading with them to repent. You know He does not delight in their death. He wants them to turn from their ways. But sister, the days of mercy only last so long. God is just, and justice must be done.”
“Yes, well,” she said, stepping over a severed arm. “I just wish this could have been like the Daewons. Remember those beings?”
Betzalel nodded in remembrance. “I do my dear. Not one drop of blood had to be shed. A very sensitive and humble type of sentient beings they were.”
“Very much unlike these humans,” she said. “I have shut the sky up, not letting it rain, allowing the sun to scorch the earth, yet they refuse to listen. We have struck them with plague after plague, and they ignore us.”
“This last plague,” Betzalel paused, then spat a shard of bone out his mouth from one of his early kills. “This last plague will be the one, sister.”
“The one I just released hours ago? I don’t think so, brother. Besides. does it really matter,” Ariella huffed. “The ones who escape the plague will just be hunted down by the locust demons. And--”
Ariella’s speech was interrupted by a loud screeching sound from above them. The two supernatural witnesses looked up. Hovering over their heads was a K-49 attack craft. Its sleek, silver body glistened in the sun. The ion cannons mounted on each wing began to glow and hum.
“I thought you said you destroyed them all?” Betzalel asked.
“I thought I did,” she said, her voice dripping with annoyance. “Let me finish it.”
Ariella raised her bladed staff into the air. She titled her had back and took a deep breath. When she exhaled, she swung her staff over her head in a circular motion. As she did, her simple breath morphed into a massive wind, stronger than any hurricane.
Betzalel rammed the blade of his sword into the ground, ducked his head, and held on for dear life.
The violent wind rose up from the valley and slammed into the K-49. It sent the craft sailing, where it slammed into the valley wall and exploded. Then, just as fast as the massive wind developed, it died down.
Ariella gave a half smile, satisfied with herself.
Betzalel stood to his feet.“We need to get out of this valley,” he said.
“And get to the Pit before it opens,” Ariella added.
The siblings made their way through the mountain path and exited the valley.
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