Scifi Sundays presents the 7th sons and the 7th seal

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Revelation 5:1 I saw in the right hand of Him who sat on

the throne a book written inside and on the back, sealed up with seven seals.

PART I

6TH June In The Year Of Our Lord 790 Petra:

The smell in the chapel reminded me of the plague pits, just before they burnt the bodies. Father Dmitri lay slumped over the altar steps, finally at peace, God have mercy upon his eternal soul. But it is not the smell or Father Dmitri’s body that makes me write this letter to you Holy Father, but what he said in the final hours of his life.

I do not know if he was a true prophet driven mad by what he had foreseen or if he was possessed by a daemon, but he certainly had visions, and powerful visions at that in his final scream filled hours. He kept on repeating the same phrases over and over again in a terrified and warning tone,

“Beware the opening of the Seventh Seal

“Self fulfilling prophesy”

“ He was the Seventh of Seven sons, and the seventh Abbot.”

He uttered more coherent sentences, but I was not there to witness these, I have only read the transcripts of Father Cornelius, who was at his side the whole time that he was suffering, who has written a full account of his utterings, screams, pleas and actions. I have enclosed a copy of these writings with this letter for deciphering by those who are more learned in these matters than I.

There is also a copy entered into the monastery vaults, I have made sure that none other than yourself, Holy Father, and I, know of the copy I send you. I hope that they are simply the muttering of a mad man, but if they are not, then God save us all.

Your Loyal Servant Under Our Lord God

Abbot Waldo of Reichenau

PART II

Midnight 14th October 1955, Dresden:

The sounds from the troop assaulted the ears of the passers by as they hurry on home, unaware that they are being watched anxiously by the squad leader.

“”Is there ever nobody on this bloody street?””

He whispers in annoyance,

“”Is it fucking clear yet?” no one has flashed the all clear sign.”

He looked at the house, irritation evident in his posture and the tone of his voice.

“All clear to the North”

“All clear to the South”

“All clear to the West”

His mind wandered momentarily, this is his big chance to join the elite, to finally become a member of The Seventh sonsl, nothing and no-one is gonna screw this up for him.

He growled to his troops,

“”What about the bloody East?””

A nervous response comes crackling back,

“”A car, they seem to be lost, no hang on, East is clear””

About fucking time rings through his head,

“”OK, GO, GO, GO, remember no survivors, all must die””

*********

“I can”t believe I”m pregnant again, it came as a complete surprise, not that I’m…….””

The sentence was cut short violently as the back and front doors erupted simultaneously in an explosion of wooden and glass shards. Everyone in the house started to run for cover, a middle aged women running for the kitchen, kindly redecorated the hall wall with her brains, as five bullets shattered her skull and any hope that she will get that job. The mother to be is brutally hit with over twenty bullets, ten to her stomach and her unborn child. The father to be valiantly grabs the cake knife and sticks it in the eye of the closest assailant before he is gunned down in a torrent of bullets. The six children hiding under the table are dragged out one by one and shot in the head and heart, before the rest of the party are slain, leaving the two occupied rooms a dark dripping crimson colour.

“”Secure the building, and check the police frequencies in case any reports are made.””

The phone rings, once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times and then stops.

The squad leader walks over to the phone waiting,

“Upstairs is clear”

“Cellar is clear”

“North still clear”

“South still clear”

“West still clear”

“East still clear”

“Clean up on its way”

The phone rings again and is answered immediately,

“”Are they all dead?””

He looks around the room, seven dead boys and a dead pregnant woman, nine men and eight women lie slaughtered in various positions in the front room and hallway.

“”Yes.””

“”Good work Richard Reichenau, Welcome to the order of the Seventh son.”

PART III

1st of August 1997 Paris, France

Richard now stood opposite the Hotel parking lot, oblivious to the downpour as his lieutenants shivered and vied for the relative shade of the dragon and serpent on the gateposts.

“Ok this is a standard retrieval operation, they are expecting us, so there shouldn’t be any problems, the primary is one Diana Frances Spencer, it is her 37th Birthday and her father is one of us. She has been raised her whole life not knowing that she is the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter and a prophetess born, but…

He looks meaningfully at his men,

“”Some teams have found resistance on such retrieval missions because the father and daughter do not want to be separated. I reiterate they are part of the Seventh Sons, so restrain, do not kill. We do not kill our own. IS THAT CLEAR?””

“”Yes SIR.””

Loudly and unanimously.

“”Ok, team one, lets go enjoy the hotel scene and bring the lady into the fold nice and gentle like. Teams two, three, four and five, guard the compasses, just in case.”Bernstein, Foreman,

you will act as papparazzi” he commaned

*******

“”I’ll get it”

A Middle Eastern man strolls to the door with a grace that defies his size, and opens the huge oak edifice with next to no effort.

“”Hello Richard, come on in, all is ready, Diana is looking forward to being an active part of the Seventh Sons.

“”Good, glad to hear it old friend.””

The old friend glances at the team as they warily walk into the ballroom.

“”Richard you didn’t really think that I of all people would renege on my obligation to the sons did you?” Asked Lord Robertson.

Before replying he accepted a glass of champagne from a very nubile waitress, and made it a point of not quite giving her enough room to pass, wearing a grin the size of a slit throat she rubbed up against him and whispered in his ear,

I’m retiring to my quaters?”

He whispered back,

“Ok”

Turning to his old friend,

“”Stranger things have happened, you can’t be too careful, you know that.””

*******

He had spent six years studying the blueprints of the underground of Paris and devising every possible defence of it, just for this night, ever since he found out from that squad in Paris that she existed. A prophetess born., and a famous one at that!

He can see the seven strong eastern squad, he chuckled to himself what a perfect formation, such a shame he will have to kill them, but they are members of the Assassins, and they are his enemy, as his teacher used to say

“”If you show mercy in battle you will not fight again.””

The first five knives have found their mark before any of the squad had a chance to react, the final two members he dispatched easily with his gift. He performed the rite over each body before he climbed the two hundred year old Ivy up to the second floor balcony.

*******

Richard grabbed hold of Diana and lead her to the door, everyone wishing her well and thanking Richard for being so patient, when the attack hit. Five stun grenades explode simultaneously.

He slowly came back to consciousness, the room filled with smoke and people laying around, blood streaming from their noses and ears.

“Richard where is Lady Diana?

He looked around frantically, but cannot see her.

“SHIT, she’s been taken…!”

PART IV

7th of August 1997 Rome:

He looked around the apartment, nothing special, a typical modern businessman’s pad, all black leather and gadgets, interspersed with those horrible line drawings and silk flowers for colour. She will be coming around any minute now and he is still unsure how to tell her what he knows, or if he should tell her anything at all. Troubled by his indecision, not something he is used to, he sat on the recliner and logged on to AOL, “antichrist online”, with a chuckle.

Sentinel.org flashed up in the navigation bar, he hit return and waited for the password screen to pop up. The Sons have no idea that he has access to their network, which is why he is always one or two steps ahead of them, that and the fact that he is a certificated genius. Several passwords later and he is into their mainframe,

“”Shit, they know we are in Europe still””

David, don’t you know that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness?”

He spun in a circle into a defensive stance to fight before he realized who was standing in front of him”

“Cardinal Ratzinger, what are you doing here?””

With a genuine belly laugh the Cardinal responded jovially,

“’Straight to the point as always eh, Mr. Rockefeller? I came to see the prophetess, Dianna of course.”

The Cardinal walked over to a chair and sat his ample frame down, with a squeak of protest from the chair. Mr David Suprieme Rockefeller dutyfully sat beside him, looking into his uncle’s eyes, searching for any kind of deception.

“”She is not awake yet Uncle!””

“Well she’s been dead now for a few days, you would think that they would have taken the bait in Paris, they are here in Rome, Reichenau and his crew…”

“”Of course I know, I do keep up on events. Reichenau is in Rome with four squads looking for us as we speak,””

A look of sadness crosses the Cardinal’s worn face as he looks at his nephew,

“Reichenau was the squad leader in charge when they killed your family.””

David Supreime Rockefeller jumped up and screamed, “WHAT, why didn’t you tell me this earlier, I could have taken him out easily In Paris, He was standing right next to me half the night.”

The chair he was sitting on crashed to the floor, and a soft groaning could be heard from the bedroom..

“”Calm down my son, calm down, getting the girl out of their hands was more important, now go and see to her.””

David increduously stared at his uncle, then walked toward the bedroom.

“”So you are awake, we have some things to discuss about who and what you are, who your real father is and the secret society of the Seventh Son.

“”Do you think you will get away with this?? I am from a very powerful family, I am the Princess of Whales, I’m Lady Diana, I’m……I’m My father will kill you for this, he is a very powerful man, you won’t get away with it you know.””

After the outburst, Princess Diana broke down into tears.

His normally hard as stone heart melted a little as he sat down next to her taking her hand gently in his. The act completely caught her off guard as she looked up into compassionate eyes, not the eyes of a cold-blooded killer that she had expected.

“”My name is David Supreime Rockefeller, and I am a sworn enemy of The Seventh sons, I have made an oath that I will not rest until their vile influence on the world is no more.”

“And I am Cardinal Ratzinger, I also am a sworn enemy of the evil that is The Seventh Sons and I would like to reassure you my child that you have not been kidnapped, but rescued.”

Her mind reeled, they seemed that genuine men, she could sense no evil in David, and enormous amount of anger, yes, but no evil. The Cardinal was a completely closed book, just like Reichenau and her father.

“”What did you mean when you said that you would tell me who my real father is?””

“Was Diana, was, the Sons killed all of your family when you were an infant, they killed mine also and would have killed me in my cot had my Uncle here not got lost and taken us down the wrong street thirty seven years ago”

She knew that he wasnt lying, her gift told her this, but she still had trouble believing it,

“”My whole life has been a lie?”

David cradled her in his arms until she cried herself back to sleep.

“Well Uncle, all we have to do now is avoid the remaining six squads, the international Police, and a network of spies that numbers in the thousands, for oh let’s say twenty years or so, give or take a month here and there.”

“I’m glad you know what has to be done David, what I have managed to read of Abbot Waldo’s prophecies are not exact on the timing, the archivist is only doing his job I know, but we need to read all of his words, not just bits and pieces.”

“”I know Uncle, we could always take the original copy from the monastery!””

“”Too risky, far too well guarded””

“I could do it, with Dianna’s help”

“Use both your gifts together you mean?”

“Yes”

“It might work, it just might”

*********************************

“”Are you sure they are in that apartment?” ”

“”Yes Richard , we followed the Cardinal from the vaults.””

“”Dammit to all hell a bloody Cardinal, probably Opus Dei, okay be ready to move on my command.””

TO BE CONTINUED……..

Revelation 5:1 I saw in the right hand of Him who sat on the throne a book written inside and on the back, sealed up with seven seals.

PART I

6TH June In The Year Of Our Lord 790 Petra:

The smell in the chapel reminded me of the plague pits, just before they burnt the bodies. Father Dmitri lay slumped over the altar steps, finally at peace, God have mercy upon his eternal soul. But it is not the smell or Father Dmitri’s body that makes me write this letter to you Holy Father, but what he said in the final hours of his life.

I do not know if he was a true prophet driven mad by what he had foreseen or if he was possessed by a daemon, but he certainly had visions, and powerful visions at that in his final scream filled hours. He kept on repeating the same phrases over and over again in a terrified and warning tone,

“Beware the opening of the Seventh Seal”

“Self fulfilling prophesy”

“ He was the Seventh of Seven sons, and the seventh Abbot.”

He uttered more coherent sentences, but I was not there to witness these, I have only read the transcripts of Father Cornelius, who was at his side the whole time that he was suffering, who has written a full account of his utterings, screams, pleas and actions. I have enclosed a copy of these writings with this letter for deciphering by those who are more learned in these matters than I.

There is also a copy entered into the monastery vaults, I have made sure that none other than yourself, Holy Father, and I, know of the copy I send you. I hope that they are simply the muttering of a mad man, but if they are not, then God save us all.

Your Loyal Servant Under Our Lord God

Abbot Waldo of Reichenau

PART II

Midnight 14th October 1955, Dresden:

The sounds from the troop assaulted the ears of the passers by as they hurry on home, unaware that they are being watched anxiously by the squad leader.

“”Is there ever nobody on this bloody street?””

He whispers in annoyance,

“”Is it fucking clear yet?” no one has flashed the all clear sign.”

He looked at the house, irritation evident in his posture and the tone of his voice.

“All clear to the North”

“All clear to the South”

“All clear to the West”

His mind wandered momentarily, this is his big chance to join the elite, to finally become a member of The Seventh sonsl, nothing and no-one is gonna screw this up for him.

He growled to his troops,

“”What about the bloody East?””

A nervous response comes crackling back,

“”A car, they seem to be lost, no hang on, East is clear””

About fucking time rings through his head,

“”OK, GO, GO, GO, remember no survivors, all must die””

*********

“I can”t believe I”m pregnant again, it came as a complete surprise, not that I’m…….””

The sentence was cut short violently as the back and front doors erupted simultaneously in an explosion of wooden and glass shards. Everyone in the house started to run for cover, a middle aged women running for the kitchen, kindly redecorated the hall wall with her brains, as five bullets shattered her skull and any hope that she will get that job. The mother to be is brutally hit with over twenty bullets, ten to her stomach and her unborn child. The father to be valiantly grabs the cake knife and sticks it in the eye of the closest assailant before he is gunned down in a torrent of bullets. The six children hiding under the table are dragged out one by one and shot in the head and heart, before the rest of the party are slain, leaving the two occupied rooms a dark dripping crimson colour.

“”Secure the building, and check the police frequencies in case any reports are made.””

The phone rings, once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times and then stops.

The squad leader walks over to the phone waiting,

“Upstairs is clear”

“Cellar is clear”

“North still clear”

“South still clear”

“West still clear”

“East still clear”

“Clean up on its way”

The phone rings again and is answered immediately,

“”Are they all dead?””

He looks around the room, seven dead boys and a dead pregnant woman, nine men and eight women lie slaughtered in various positions in the front room and hallway.

“”Yes.””

“”Good work Richard Reichenau, Welcome to the order of the Seventh son.”

PART III

1st of August 1997 Paris, France

Richard now stood opposite the Hotel parking lot, oblivious to the downpour as his lieutenants shivered and vied for the relative shade of the dragon and serpent on the gateposts.

“Ok this is a standard retrieval operation, they are expecting us, so there shouldn’t be any problems, the primary is one Diana Frances Spencer, it is her 37th Birthday and her father is one of us. She has been raised her whole life not knowing that she is the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter and a prophetess born, but…

He looks meaningfully at his men,

“”Some teams have found resistance on such retrieval missions because the father and daughter do not want to be separated. I reiterate they are part of the Seventh Sons, so restrain, do not kill. We do not kill our own. IS THAT CLEAR?””

“”Yes SIR.””

Loudly and unanimously.

“”Ok, team one, lets go enjoy the hotel scene and bring the lady into the fold nice and gentle like. Teams two, three, four and five, guard the compasses, just in case.”Bernstein, Foreman,

you will act as papparazzi” he commaned

*******

“”I’ll get it”

A Middle Eastern man strolls to the door with a grace that defies his size, and opens the huge oak edifice with next to no effort.

“”Hello Richard, come on in, all is ready, Diana is looking forward to being an active part of the Seventh Sons.

“”Good, glad to hear it old friend.””

The old friend glances at the team as they warily walk into the ballroom.

“”Richard you didn’t really think that I of all people would renege on my obligation to the sons did you?” Asked Lord Robertson.

Before replying he accepted a glass of champagne from a very nubile waitress, and made it a point of not quite giving her enough room to pass, wearing a grin the size of a slit throat she rubbed up against him and whispered in his ear,

I’m retiring to my quaters?”

He whispered back,

“Ok”

Turning to his old friend,

“”Stranger things have happened, you can’t be too careful, you know that.””

*******

He had spent six years studying the blueprints of the underground of Paris and devising every possible defence of it, just for this night, ever since he found out from that squad in Paris that she existed. A prophetess born., and a famous one at that!

He can see the seven strong eastern squad, he chuckled to himself what a perfect formation, such a shame he will have to kill them, but they are members of the Assassins, and they are his enemy, as his teacher used to say

“”If you show mercy in battle you will not fight again.””

The first five knives have found their mark before any of the squad had a chance to react, the final two members he dispatched easily with his gift. He performed the rite over each body before he climbed the two hundred year old Ivy up to the second floor balcony.

*******

Richard grabbed hold of Diana and lead her to the door, everyone wishing her well and thanking Richard for being so patient, when the attack hit. Five stun grenades explode simultaneously.

He slowly came back to consciousness, the room filled with smoke and people laying around, blood streaming from their noses and ears.

“Richard where is Lady Diana?

He looked around frantically, but cannot see her.

“SHIT, she’s been taken…!”

PART IV

7th of August 1997 Rome:

He looked around the apartment, nothing special, a typical modern businessman’s pad, all black leather and gadgets, interspersed with those horrible line drawings and silk flowers for colour. She will be coming around any minute now and he is still unsure how to tell her what he knows, or if he should tell her anything at all. Troubled by his indecision, not something he is used to, he sat on the recliner and logged on to AOL, “antichrist online”, with a chuckle.

Sentinel.org flashed up in the navigation bar, he hit return and waited for the password screen to pop up. The Sons have no idea that he has access to their network, which is why he is always one or two steps ahead of them, that and the fact that he is a certificated genius. Several passwords later and he is into their mainframe,

“”Shit, they know we are in Europe still””

David, don’t you know that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness?”

He spun in a circle into a defensive stance to fight before he realized who was standing in front of him”

“Cardinal Ratzinger, what are you doing here?””

With a genuine belly laugh the Cardinal responded jovially,

“’Straight to the point as always eh, Mr. Rockefeller? I came to see the prophetess, Dianna of course.”

The Cardinal walked over to a chair and sat his ample frame down, with a squeak of protest from the chair. Mr David Suprieme Rockefeller dutyfully sat beside him, looking into his uncle’s eyes, searching for any kind of deception.

“”She is not awake yet Uncle!””

“Well she’s been dead now for a few days, you would think that they would have taken the bait in Paris, they are here in Rome, Reichenau and his crew…”

“”Of course I know, I do keep up on events. Reichenau is in Rome with four squads looking for us as we speak,””

A look of sadness crosses the Cardinal’s worn face as he looks at his nephew,

“Reichenau was the squad leader in charge when they killed your family.””

David Supreime Rockefeller jumped up and screamed, “WHAT, why didn’t you tell me this earlier, I could have taken him out easily In Paris, He was standing right next to me half the night.”

The chair he was sitting on crashed to the floor, and a soft groaning could be heard from the bedroom..

“”Calm down my son, calm down, getting the girl out of their hands was more important, now go and see to her.””

David increduously stared at his uncle, then walked toward the bedroom.

“”So you are awake, we have some things to discuss about who and what you are, who your real father is and the secret society of the Seventh Son.

“”Do you think you will get away with this?? I am from a very powerful family, I am the Princess of Whales, I’m Lady Diana, I’m……I’m My father will kill you for this, he is a very powerful man, you won’t get away with it you know.””

After the outburst, Princess Diana broke down into tears.

His normally hard as stone heart melted a little as he sat down next to her taking her hand gently in his. The act completely caught her off guard as she looked up into compassionate eyes, not the eyes of a cold-blooded killer that she had expected.

“”My name is David Supreime Rockefeller, and I am a sworn enemy of The Seventh sons, I have made an oath that I will not rest until their vile influence on the world is no more.”

“And I am Cardinal Ratzinger, I also am a sworn enemy of the evil that is The Seventh Sons and I would like to reassure you my child that you have not been kidnapped, but rescued.”

Her mind reeled, they seemed that genuine men, she could sense no evil in David, and enormous amount of anger, yes, but no evil. The Cardinal was a completely closed book, just like Reichenau and her father.

“”What did you mean when you said that you would tell me who my real father is?””

“Was Diana, was, the Sons killed all of your family when you were an infant, they killed mine also and would have killed me in my cot had my Uncle here not got lost and taken us down the wrong street thirty seven years ago”

She knew that he wasnt lying, her gift told her this, but she still had trouble believing it,

“”My whole life has been a lie?”

David cradled her in his arms until she cried herself back to sleep.

“Well Uncle, all we have to do now is avoid the remaining six squads, the international Police, and a network of spies that numbers in the thousands, for oh let’s say twenty years or so, give or take a month here and there.”

“I’m glad you know what has to be done David, what I have managed to read of Abbot Waldo’s prophecies are not exact on the timing, the archivist is only doing his job I know, but we need to read all of his words, not just bits and pieces.”

“”I know Uncle, we could always take the original copy from the monastery!””

“”Too risky, far too well guarded””

“I could do it, with Dianna’s help”

“Use both your gifts together you mean?”

“Yes”

“It might work, it just might”

*********************************

“”Are you sure they are in that apartment?” ”

“”Yes Richard , we followed the Cardinal from the vaults.””

“”Dammit to all hell a bloody Cardinal, probably Opus Dei, okay be ready to move on my command.””

7th of August in the year of our lord 1997 Rome:

“It’s Richard,  …..Diana  and the unknown are in an apartment in Rome with a bloody Cardinal, we have no way of knowing if her powers are awake or if she has been compromised, what are your instructions?””

“”How many squads do you have with you?””

“”Three””

“”Dammit, that means he’s  got a squad with him””

“”Who?””

Dick Cheney, he wants to prove that we were wrong to exile him from the seal, he is part of Black ops, he’s in Rome and he is going after Diana!””

“”Shit, one squad is no match for this lad, it’ll be a bloody massacre, does he know where they are?”

“”If you found them, chances are so did he, kill the unknown, bring Diana and the Cardinal in, we need to know if this is part of a plot to break the seal or just a simple kidnapping, and   hurry, if Cheney  gets there first we might not locate them again in time.”

“”On my way””Richard close his phone. And turned to his team leaders…

“”Move in on the location, on the double, if any of you should encounter Cheny, his status has been upgraded to renegade, act accordingly.”

******

He scanned the area carefully for any signs that Cheney had beaten him to the target, just as the Cardinal left, he decided against taking the Cardinal, he would wait until later.

“Hmmm got you ya son of a bitch, team one take out the tall man by the bus shelter, team two take out the blonde lady wearing the blue beret in the café, team three take out the maintenance team on the rise, then return to your positions and await the signal for extraction”

“check”

“check”

“check.”

He waited and watched patiently, as the maintenance team disappeared down the man hole cover for the last time, the man in the bus shelter sat down on the bench asleep, permanently, and the lady in the café ran to the toilet to empty the contents of her stomach, and the blood in her veins if the team did their job correctly.

“Team one in place”

“Team three in place”

“Team two in place”

******

David, something’s…..  wrong, I feel a sense of foreboding, danger I think….””

David’s  abilities did not include premonition, but he knew instantly what she meant, and acted immediately.

“Come on, they’ve found us, time to get the hell out of Dodge, stay close to me, this is probably gonna get real ugly, real quickly.”

*******

Richard Reichenau  scanned the battlefield one last time before issuing the order,

“”Move in, Move in, remember we need the girl alive.”

************************

“”Ok Diana  keep your senses alert, if it is only one squad I should be alright, but any help is always appreciated…his voice trailed off as he perused the hallway….”

He smiled  at her reassuringly, let go of her trembling hand and walked down the stairs and into a hail of bullets.

“”Secondary down, searching for primary!” the voice shouted into his ear piece”

“”Careful, she might be armed….”

“What was tha—?”

His voice was cut off abruptly due to his head no longer being attached to his shoulders, the rest of team one didn’t stand a chance as David unleashed four blades in quick succession, and snapped the backs of the remaining two.

“”Shit, I can’t believe I let a couple of amateurs like that shoot me, you’re getting careless David,……concentrate, focus””

David, his senses heightened  moved out onto the rooftop,  expecting the next group of attackers… one, two, five, six, dammit where is the seventh, ah, got you. Four knives spin out of his hands as he vaults fourteen feet into the air, landing behind two of the remaining three members of the squad, he spins on the ball of his left foot, bringing his leg around the neck of one, hearing his neck break as his foot hits the floor and the other ones eyes glaze over as his nose pierces his brain.

The seventh member of squad three, decides discretion is the better part of valour and jumps off the roof.

Two more teams left and then the squad leader, piece of cake, David then jumped from the roof   and grabbed hold of a  flag pole, catalpulting himself through a third floor window.     He elbowed the first member of team four under the chin snapping his neck, he can hear the final squad coming, gotta take care of these six quickly, he firebombed the room  and hit the fire escape to flee the inferno.

The feeling of nausea overwhelmed him until  his knees wobbled,  he always had a physical reaction to  his ‘gift.’

“Focus, focus, focus

****************************************************”

“ Richard heard the commotion as he headed into the building, “Dammit, they didn’t tell us we were up against a bloody sorcerer””

The room that David  is in is assailed by a barrage of bullets, he cannot move, trapped, he projected blast after blast of power through the walls until the bullets stop and the ceiling collapsed around him.

Pulling himself out of the rubble and vomiting because he had used too much of his gift, he crawled out of the room to find the croutching Diana, hiding in a vent in the ceiling.

“”Your hurt, oh God look at you””

“I’ll be fine Diana, I heal fast, but we’ve got to move, that  last team wasn’t Reichenau, I don’t know who that was, but I don’t think he’ll be far behind.”

******

Richard arrived at the apartment and surveyed the destruction,

Jesus, what a mess, just like Paris, I should have known it was the same one, and a bloody sorcerer to boot.”

“”Boss, we got a survivor””His team captain whispered.

He looked down at the bloody mess of a man, taking in his shattered legs, cracked skull and broken back.

“”Did you jump or were you thrown?””

“”Bit of both I think sir, he was inhuman, he tore through us in seconds jumping fifteen twenty feet straight up in the air, and then I saw him jump off the roof, catch the pole, swing in on the other teams and fry them.””

The fear in the mans eyes was there for all to see, but that isn’t what bothered Richad. A normal sorcerer wouldn’t have enough power to create the devastation that he was witness to here, only a sorcerer born could possibly have done this, The Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, but that was impossible, the seal had been meticulously killing all seventh sons for decades now.

Something was really not right about all of this, it just didn’t add up, and Richard Reichenau didn’t like it when things didn’t add up.

“”Come on, lets get out of this graveyard, I have a feeling that this hunt is going to be a long one.”

**********************************************************************

July 22, in the year of our lord, 2001 Washington DC

Mr Woolsey,  there is a call for you on line one,”

The secretary waited for  his reply, used to his dithering manner, after fifteen years she knew that he  was anything but dithering, that it was only an act to keep people off guard and to make them trust him.

“”Ok, Sara, who is it?””

“” A David Supreme something or other?”

The normally serene face clouded over with something akin to pity, “Okay put him through”“

Dave,  my boy, you have been a busy little beaver haven’t you lad?””

To most his voice would have sounded patronising, but David knew him well enough to recognise the note of concern.

“You could say that Jim, listen I need a favour.””

“”If your are going to live past next week, you will need more than a favour, you need a miracle, but I will see what I can do for you my boy, now what do you want?””

“As you probably already know I’ve liberated the princess, well we need the Abbot’s complete writings of Dmitri’s  prophecies.”

He paused to let this sink in, twiddling one of his knives through the fingers of his left hand as he gathered his thoughts, for some reason talking to Jim Woolsey, always made him nervous, the man is right far too much of the time, it is unnatural.

In his usual calm voice, James spoke,

“”Ah the scribe! That will not be easy, the Vatican holds a copy, and the other copy is in the Seventh Seal’s stronghold at the Monastery Of  Petra, and you know my opinion on you going up against them!””

Still twiddling his knife David continued,

“”I’m a little too far along the path for that to be relevant now, I need blueprints of the monastery, so we can retrieve the texts””

With a sigh of resignation,

“David, the seal is not what you think, I know you think them evil, but they are not, you know that I do not agree with their methods, but I cannot state strongly enough that you should not oppose them….””

“”It is a little late for that now, they are out to kill me, and my only chance of survival is to get hold of those texts and to decipher them, together me and Diana can get them”

The twiddling knife is getting faster and faster through his fingers,

“”Ok David, I’ll get you the blueprints, but be careful, and whatever you do, DO NOT GET ATTACHED TO THE GIRL!””,

The last was almost a shout, only almost a shout because James Woolsey never shouted.”

**************************************************

Year of our lord 2002 a.d Athens Greece:”

Sara Albright  was used to strange requests from her enigmatic boss, but this was strange even by his standards. She was sitting in the Athens public records office searching through archaic building plans, looking for any reference to the layout of The Monastery Of Petra, a monastery that was supposedly built directly after Saint Paul’s  visit. Petra was an ancient city somewhere in Jordan that time forgot.

She was sitting in an alcove with tomb upon tomb of ancient scripts, cross-referencing on the library computer, when a gentleman in a pure white suit asked her in perfect Latin if she needed any help.

Well she was completely lost, so she said yes,

“”My name is Gabriel Chartheglane, I am a professor of Greek history here in Athens, if there is anything to do with the history of the Middle East that you need to find in this library, then I can find it””

His smile melted her heart in an instant, he was so beautiful, so nice, so polite, so respectful, she caught herself,

“Dammit it woman, you’re thirty seven not sixteen”

“”Sorry my lady, did you say something?’”

She blushed from her toes to her blonde highlights,

“Sorry, just thinking out loud, my boss has asked me to find plans for The Monastery Of Petra   for some project he is working on, apparently it has the first example of a modern central heating system.”

She shrugged her shoulders as if to show that she didn’t believe it either, ” I mean everyone knows that the Romans invented central heating.”

“The third book in the pile on your left contains very detailed layouts of the monastery and what are claimed to be original  mason’s notes.  She looked at the pile on her left, sure that she had checked that book already, she looked up to tell him so, only to find him gone. She stood up, looking in all directions,  , but he was nowhere to be found. Somewhat worried she opened the book he suggested, recognizing the cover…..

“”I know I’ve already checked this one!””

But she looked at it again, and there it was, just as he said it would be,

“’How strange, how could I have missed it, must have been at it too long I suppose.’”

She photocopied all of the relevant pages and then put in a call to the director of the CIA,

“”Good evening sir, I have the information that you requested.””

“Thank you Sara, any problems?”

“No not really, although I missed it first time around, if it wasn’t for a local professor, Gabriel something or other I’d have never found it.”

After a brief pause,

“It wasn’t Gabriel Chartheglane by any chance was it?”

Yes, how would you know that?  Do you know him?”

With a laugh he replied jovially,

“”Yes we are old friends, fax the details over to me, and Sara, take the rest of the week off, you desrve it. ”

“”Thank you sir.””

*******

September 16, in the year of our lord 2004 Pakistan:

The knife twiddling between his fingers again he called James Woolsey,

Hi Jim it’s me David, have you got it?”

“Yes David I have it, with a little help from a Guardian Angel”

“A Guardian Angel? Are you ok Jim?”

“”Never been better my son, never been better, take care on this one, I have a feeling more than you think rests upon it”

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April 2, 2005 the year of our lord Rome, Italy

Hello, could I speak to Cardinal  Ratzinger please, yes, yes, it is his nephew David

After a much longer delay that usual a worn out voice at the other end of the phone answers,

“David,  my son you have just about the worst sense of timing on the planet, did you know that?””

Exasperated he continued,

“”The Holy Father has just past away, I have to be in the enclave, in, well now actually, what is it?””

“”The Pope Dead, wow, sorry uncle I know he was a  very close friend, not just a leader, listen I’m going to be unreachable for a few weeks, I’m headed for a certain monastery,  I just didn’t want you worried.”

“The Monastery, you be careful my son, look I’ve got to go”

*****

Halibertun Headquarters,

Not many people made Richard Reichenau  nervous, but  Kenneth Bender the head of The Seventh Seal was a definite exception. He paced the entrance lobby going over his report in his head, making sure that it was precise, Bender loved precision, and everything about and around him was precise. He wasn’t looking forward to this debriefing one bit, Bender hated bad news, and was in the habit of shooting the messenger.

“”Come in Reichenau”

Richard recognised the tone, he was not in a good mood, and he had used his surname, never a good sign.

He walked into the linear room, rumour had it that every object in the room was placed to millimetre precision,

“The Pope is dead Reichenau, the enclave is voting on a new one as we speak, depending on who they choose this is not good for the Seal.”

He gestured for richard to sit, he relaxed a little, Bender never asked you to sit if his anger was directed at you.

“The Vatican has left us relatively unmolested during the reign of the last Pope, if we are to be successful, we need this to continue.”

His dark eyes looked into richard’s ,

“”So the little shit has gone to ground has he, bloody Cheney, always screwing things up    and what’s this nonsense, about you thinking that this advesary  is Seventh of Seventh?”

“If he isn’t then he is an uncommonly powerful sorcerer, the power used to take out Cheney’s squad”

His mouth twitched into a sneer as he mentioned the  squad leader’s name,

“ The attack would have left most normal sorcerers on their knees and unable to escape the fire, let alone get far enough away so that we couldn’t track him”

Bender studied his prodigy carefully before responding,

“I want you to return to Rome, when the new Pope is elected I want you to kill the Cardinal that the lad met with. I believe his name is Ratzinger, he has been studying the abbot’s notes on the seventh seal prophecies. He is in league with the lad, he is our enemy, The Seal cannot be broken Richard, and no matter what it takes, this must be prevented.”

With a grave face he stood up to leave, with a glance at Bender he dared to ask,

“”Isn’t killing a Cardinal a little risky?”

“”Yes, of course it is, that’s why it must look like an accident, be inventive richard, but be sure, no mistakes on this one.””

He closed the door and leaned back on its frame, holding his head in his hands. Killing a bloody Cardinal, it was madness, and was not what he signed up for, but orders were orders, unless… …he left the thought unfinished, the Seal was his life, his destiny and his strings.

He left the  underground  building humming a Paul McCartney tune, “Live and let die.”

May in the year of our lord 2005: Petra

David looked across the table at  Diana, with an unusual tenderness in his eyes. He wasn’t the kind of man who normally noticed the colour of a woman’s eyes, Diana’s were bright blue, or their hair, Diana’s was long wavy and dirty blonde, not that he was gay, the ever increasing bulge in his trousers every time he looked at Diana was testimony to that. David had just never had the time for romance, he hadn’t even had the time to lose his virginity, revenge and breaking the Seventh Seal was all that he lived for, nothing else was allowed to get in the way.

He snapped back to the issue at hand when as she gently asked him,

“”David, are you alright?””

His soft smile warmed her heart, which was beating faster than she can remember it ever beating before. Where does he go when his eyes glaze over like that, what is he thinking, and why is he never smiling while away in that mysterious place, except just now?

“”Yep, I think I am, for the first time in a long, long time.””

They smile at each other in perfect unison,

“”Are you sure that you are ready for this Diana”

Her thought enters his head

“”Yes I can control my telepathy  perfectly now, thanks to you””

In her mind he replies,

“”The new Pope might be more sympathetic, he might let Uncle see the complete texts…””

Out loud,

“”He might! And besides I thought that you said time was of the essence!””

Beaten by his own words, he laughed.

“”OK, OK, I’ll go and crash their online communications, I’ve got a multi-level A.I virus with a trojan horse backup  that will really scramble their mainframes.””

Rome May 7th 2005

Richard  looked at the TV screen, the new Pope had just been announced,  and now he is scared shitless.  scratching his chin he heads for the nearest computer, only to find that the Seventh Seals systems are down, all of them.

“’Well that complicates matters far too much for my fucking liking”’

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”

The owner of the little side street cyber café walks over to ask him to calm down when Richard sees the latest news bulletin. Wide-eyed and almost in a state of panic he simply steam rollers over the man, out of the café and straight into the side of a moving bus.

The Monastery of Petra May 10, 2005

“”Ok Diana, this is it, are you ready for this?’”

He looked deep into her eyes using his gift to measure her.

“Yes”

He took a long look at her, she was a strong one, of that there was no doubt, he was sure that she could handle this, he wasn’t so sure that he could though. There would be five squads inside the monastery, plus over nine hundred trainees.

“”Let’s do this””

He used his gift to fly up to the top of the east tower and landed perfectly, slowly crouching to his knees, taking deep breathes to restore his power. He knew exactly where the archives were, and he knew exactly what he had to do.

******

Bender  was walking through the courtyard when he appeared. He had the usual sense of foreboding accompanied by Goosebumps. He looked into the eyes of the daemon, trying not to notice the fangs and the foul breath.

The twelve foot monstrosity, with tattered leather wings, bright red eyes, seven foot forked tail, two foot long fangs growled,

“”SAVE THE TEXTS””

And was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Bender  unused to such brief visitations ran towards the archive building, when the attack began.

******

David  unleashed three consecutive blasts of raw power at the three towers that he wasn’t perched on. They exploded into chunks of masonry, killing hundreds, and maiming equally as many more. He blasted a channel through to the archives, careful to make sure that the energy beam stopped just below the ceiling, he didn’t want to damage the records.

As he was sliding down the channel that he had just created he heard Diana’s voice in his head,

“”Beware another like you is waiting below.””

*****

Woolsey  watched the tunnel appear in the archive ceiling, and instantly recognised that only a sorcerer born, the seventh son of a seventh son, like himself, could have achieved such a thing.

“”Ok boy, let us dance the dance.””

As he finished the sentence he calmly slid a stiletto into the heart of the archivist.

*****

David  landed in the archives with all of his defences up, and his senses heightened to a level that he had never thought possible, only to be greeted by a jovial voice.

“”So your David Suprieme Rockefeller,  eh, so glad to meet you at last””

Bender strolled easily out of the shadows, looking David straight in the eyes. He had already guarded the texts against damage, so nothing that he or David could conjure could damage them, and he knew that one way or another he would die this night, so he unleashed every bit of energy he had at David.

David  realised by the look in the man’s eyes that he expected to die, so he released everything that he had left in a brutal attack.

****

Diana  watched the monastery simply disappear in a wave of fire, and lost touch with David. Her mind tried frantically to find him, but he was lost to her, it was then that she realised that he was dead, that the mission had failed. She broke down and cried, how could this be, after the time they had spent together that day, she knew through her gift that she carried his child, it just wasn’t fair.

An all too familiar voice behind her, brought he back to her senses with a jolt.

“Hello Diana, I’ve been worried about you, but everything is going to be fine now.”

She spins around just in time to see the tazer before it shocks her into oblivion.

Rome may 12th 2005

He woke up feeling like a double decker bus had hit him, which it had, and looked around the hospital ward, giving a start at the man that sat at the end of his bed. It couldn’t be, he hadn’t aged a day.

“Hello Richard, long time no see”

He pulled himself up onto his elbows wincing at the pain, he studied the origin of that voice carefully, it was definitely him.

“Er, hello Bender,

Kenneth Bender took a long look at the last surviving member of The Seventh Seal’s squads, he decided that he liked what he saw, but he was not really sure if the man was ready for what he had to tell him.

Richard , we need to talk about the Seventh Seal, Lady Diana, David Suprieme Rockefeller and James Woolsey, and not necessarily in that order.”

He stood up of the end of the bed and situated himself in the visitors chair toRichard’s left and continued.

“”I am not sure that you are really ready for what I am going to tell you, but since David is dead…

“”The little bastard is dead, good!””

“Richard, that little bastard and you were on the same side, believe it or not.””

He looked at his grandfather’s best friend squarely in the eye and said,

“You have got to be joking?”

“Have you personally ever read any of Cornelius’s scrolls on Dmitri’s prophecies?”

“No”

“”Well by the end they were pretty jumbled up, but basically he was having visions of about thirty or so different futures, each one of them concerning the birth of the Anti-Christ and the end of the world.”

He paused for effect and to gather his thoughts before continuing,

“In all but three outcomes you and David killed each other at the monastery last week, and Woolsey  survived.”

“So, in all but three outcomes the Seal survives?”

“No Richard, in only one outcome the Seal survives, and that is the one where you and David join forces to destroy it after the monastery is destroyed and Woolsey  has the manuscripts.”

Confusion written all over his face, Richard Reichenau asks,

“Why would I join forces with the man that I’ve been trying to kill, who would  destroy the organisation that I have given my life to.”

“Because although The Seventh Seal was set up by the Vatican to stop the prophecies of Dmitri from coming true, it has in fact under the administration of  Woolsey,  been trying to make them come true, and my boy, they have nearly succeeded.”

Woolsey, are you sure?”

James Woolsey  was a Satanist and a Sirius Templer, it was the mix of his and David’s powers meeting in battle that destroyed the monastery.”

He put his hands to his head, this was all to much to take in,

“What about Lady Diana?”

“She has vanished, I am presuming that she was captured by what is remaining of the Seventh Seal.”

“Shit, what do you want me to do?”

“What was Woolsey’s ’ last order to you?”

Richard held his head in his hands  again and looks at Bender cautiously,

“To kill Cardinal Ratzinger because he was in league with David Suprieme Rockefeller.

He was expecting outrage and condemnation, instead he got rip roaring laughter,

“Did you hear what I said?”

Wiping tears from his eyes Bender  replies,

“”Yes, Oh dear me, well I would say that that order no longer stands.”

Yea, I hear he’s Pope”

“” Especially now, for you see he is also working for Satan, and he is also trying to make the prophecies of Dmitri come true. Do you not see it, Woolsey has been manoeuvring you and Ratzinger has been manoeuvring David, setting you against each other, when Dmitri’s prophecies clearly state that only you two can prevent the 7th seal from being opened.

Richard  let this whirl around in his head a little,

“Then we’re screwed, because David  is dead!”

“I am not so sure Richard, , he has already done what he was prophesised to do, destroy the monastery, kill Woolsey  and teach Diana how to use her gift. It is you who is supposed to recapture Diana  and force the abortion, it’s  you who will bring down the Seal.”

“”Abortion, wait, what abortion?””

“”She is to give birth to a child sired by a sorcerer born. I believe that was to be Woolsey’s but it could be David’s  child, the prophecies are not clear on that particular detail, but believe me when I tell you, she is pregnant, and the clock is ticking.”

Part VII June In the year of our Lord 2005

She awoke with a slow groan, she ached from head to toe, another groan escaped her throat. Thinking about her head was a mistake, it had that fuzzy feeling you only get after heavy sedation. She sat up in the bed, letting her eyes adjust to the poor light in the room, or cell, she was not fooling herself, she had been kidnapped again.

It was a well-furnished room, it had a television, video, stereo and a very good selection of music and videos. It had soft leather chairs, coffee table and dining table, a kitchen area, which she assumed would be well stocked, the man that she had thought to be her father for all of her life was a man who paid attention to such details. There were no windows of course, and only one door, which was a big thick oak affair. She was home.

She had no idea how long she had been sedated, so she switched on the television, the news was on, it was June 30th, she had been out of it for over three weeks. Three weeks since David was killed trying to retrieve the Abbot’s  manuscripts on Dmitr’is prophecies, a tear started to roll down her cheek, she hadn’t even known him that long, yet she carried his child inside of her, and she missed him more than she had ever missed anyone or anything.

******

“So  your daughter is secure.”

Henry Alfred Kissinger  held onto his temper as he directed his voice to the speaker,

“Yes she is secure, David is dead, the seal is broken and Reichenau has disappeared, presumed slain at the monastery.”

He was a plain man, not the one who carried them out, he didn’t like getting his hands dirty, and he was not all happy about the recent turn of events. Woolsey  was supposed to father the child not David Suprieme Rockefeller, it was all such a mess.

“Good, all is going according to plan, the prophecies were never clear about which of the two would father the child, but everything else has fallen in our favour.”

“It is easy for you to say, sitting there in your ivory tower, guards all around you, beyond reproach or attack”

“Calm down Joseph, nothing worth having is ever easy to acquire, David is dead, and Reichenau is probably injured, when he is able to travel, the first thing that he will do is report to the Vatican, and we will tell him to stand down.”

The total calm of Ratzinger’s voice was beginning to annoy him,

“”REALLY, and what if the stubborn son-of-a-bitch does not want to stand down?”

The Pope’s laugh was genuine,  “Henry, Henry Henry, Then we show him Diana of course, all safe and sound, tucked up at home.””

“Of course we do, sorry  Joseph, we are so close, I can almost feel him, I don’t want anything else unpredicted happening, no pun intended.”

“”Neither do I, but think Henry, Reichenau and Diana aside, we  are the only two players mentioned in the prophecies alive, what could go wrong now, as long as we stay calm.””

“”I admire your optimism, but I have a feeling that we have overlooked something or someone””

“Don’t be silly our Lord is with us.”

Washington DC July 2nd 2005

James Woolsey was sat at his desk waiting a call from Richard Reichenau who he knew had just been released from a hospital that morning when Sara  buzzed through, her normal professionalism awry.

“Erm, er, Mr Woolsey, there is a parcel here for you, er it’s, erm, well it is a mess sir!  Do you want me to bring it through?’”

Intrigued and worried in equal measure he replies,

“”Yes Sara, thank you””

She walks into his office all nerves, almost dropping the parcel on his desk, never taking her eyes from it and almost forgetting,

“”Oh there is an accompanying letter sir”.”

She hands the letter to the now horrified James Woolsey

“Thank you Sarah,  that will be all” in n a distant disembodied voice.

He  sat back in his chair uneasily staring at the blood-covered parcel, recognising the writing on it instantly, despite its unsteadiness.

“’First things first’”He mutters to himself and opens the letter.

Doctor Malcolm Adai

Chief Surgeon

Athens General Hospital

Athens

Greece

James Woolsey

Senior Director

Washington DC

United States Of America

Dear Mr Woolsey,

The package that is being delivered to you was found in the hands of a patient here at Athens General. Before a gentleman called Gabriel Chartheglane took him, To a place where he could finally find peace” he asked that this package be delivered to you, and that as he having no next of kin that you be appraised of his condition.

The gentleman in question was one David Suprieme Rockefeller, although I have not seen his corpse, there is no doubt in my mind, considering the damage taken by his body in the fire at The Monastery Of  Petra, that his friend took him home to die. I can only offer my deepest condolences and hope that whatever is in the package is unharmed and will bring you some peace in your grieving.

Yours Truly

Doctor Malcolm Adai,.

“”By the grace of God” ” He whispered.

He stared at the package some more, he did not need to open it to know what it contained, even in death he had managed to defeat evil. Tears fell freely down his face as he unwrapped the blood soaked package to reveal the complete and original texts of Father Cornelius scripts from a long ago epoch.

Part VII

Rome August 2005

Richard had just got off the phone to Bender, he was decidedly shaky, the boy had managed it, remarkable. Bender  was still adamant that he had to carry out Woolsey’s’ last order, and then come back to Washington to plan how they were going to recover Diana. Richard thought that taking out Pope Benedict was far too risky and that rescuing Diana  and killing the Anti-Christ should take priority, but Bender had said something about sequences and consequences, it hadn’t made a great deal of sense to him.  Everything in it’s time and in it’s place.

He was in the Vatican awaiting his audience with Ratzinger, as the last breathing  member of The Seventh Seal known to the Vatican he was assured an audience, however long he had to wait, and it had been six hours so far. Bender was also adamant that Ratzinger’s death had to look like natural causes, or too many question’s would be asked. They had rubbed out a pope on his first night before.

He was an accomplished killer, but he normally faced his foe head on, no sniper rifle from a mile away or poison in the wine, he was a man of very direct action, and how he was going to kill Ratzinger had taken some severe brainstorming.

It was really quite simple in the end, a three-point poison, his hands were coated with the first ingredient, totally harmless by itself, as were the other two ingredients. It was the delivery of the other two ingredients that had caused his troubled mind the most consternation, but he had finally come up with a suitable untraceable solution.

He could hear the echo of footfalls coming down the corridor from Ratzinger’s quarters, his heart started to race. He never been so nervous, the fate of mankind depended on his success, no pressure.

A thin rather stern looking Cardinal, his red robes hanging loosely off his skeletal frame strode purposefully up to him. The Cardinal studied him like a vulture studying a man stranded in the desert just before his arms cannot drag him any further.

Richard’s  mouth was as dry as that desert, he had managed to slow his heartbeat down to an acceptable level, and outwardly he looked perfectly calm.

“”His Holy Father with see you now Mr Reichenau.”

He walked into the Papal Suite and was greeted almost immediately by Pope Ratzinger, the First, who offered his ring for Richard to kiss. Holding the Pope’s fingers he dropped to his knees and gently kissed the Papal ring.

“”Get up my son, we have much to discuss.””

He gestured toward  a comfortable looking pair of leather chairs by an ancient oak table, taking one of the chairs himself. Richard  studied his adversary carefully as he took his place opposite him. He was a tall man, 6 foot 3 inches, with a frame that at first glance made him look overweight. Upon closer scrutiny it is the robes that make him seem overweight when in fact he is a bull of a man, and very little of that size is not muscle.

“”Holy Father, what do you know of The Seventh Seal and the work that it has been carrying out for the Mother Church?””

“”As direct as I was told you would be, I know what the Seal was set up to prevent, and the somewhat distasteful methods employed to achieve those ends. I am also very familiar with the texts of Father Cornelius covering the prophecies of Father Dmitri of the Monastery of Petra.

His piercing gaze held Rchard to his chair as he awaited his response. With a sense of deep regret, guilt and anger in just about equal measure.

“”Holy Father it is my solemn duty to inform you that we have failed in all that was entrusted to us and that The Seventh Seal might be broken.””

Ratzinger  was not expecting this, he was expecting a demand for more resources or a request to view the texts, only momentarily taken aback, he leaned forward and laying a comforting hand on Richard’s shoulder spoke in a low voice, .“ “My dear son, there was nothing that you could have done, the prophecies said that the Seal would be broken, and that the monastery would be destroyed along with all of it’s records.””

A genuine sigh of loss at the last,

“”I was hoping to have some of those records transferred to my private library for study, the monastery had some truly original texts. Is there anything that I can help you with my son.””

This was much more than he could have hoped for, his little boy lost routine was working great.

“”Holy Father, there is one, erm, well actually two things, the girl you know, Lady Diana has vanished, without the resources of the Seal I stand next to no chance of finding her and returning her safely home, and…””

Interrupting him Ratzinger responded in a consoling tone,

“Lady Diana  is safely back with her family, she was found wandering aimlessly in some sort of a trance, no doubt how the lad David suprieme had controlled her, just north of the monastery in Jordan. I can arrange for you to speak with her if you like.”

“The relief on Richard’s  face was not false at this statement, he knew now where she was, who was guarding her and unfortunately how bloody hard it would be to get her back.”

“”No Holy Father, that will be alright, I know her father personally, I shall speak to him before I retire.””

“You said two things my son?”

“I do not really know how to ask this of you Holy Father, but throughout my time working for the Seal a little nest egg was set aside for my retirement. With the systems being corrupted by that bast, by Mr Suprieme , I have no way of accessing it.”

A genuine throaty chuckle leaving his throat, His Holy Father Joseph Ratzinger looked Richard straight in the eye and spoke softly,

“”Bender  did not use the Seals usual systems for monetary transactions, your, did you say LITTLE nest egg is quite safe. Would you like a drink Mr. Reichenau, you look like you could use one.”

A shell shocked Richard  simply nodded.

Ratzinger  watched the final obstacle to the Anti-Christ being born leave his Papal residence as confused as a virgin with a gold card in a brothel. Reichenau’s world had been shattered and he had no idea what direction to take, he knew that his training would make him contact his old friend Henry Kissinger, but after that he would be out of the equation.

But there was still the final pages to be deciphered, and they were just a mess, Dmitri had  truly entered the realm of madness by this stage. These final pages troubled him, so he took his tonic and read them some more.

He picked up the phone and called Kissinger,

“Hello my son, Reichenau will be paying you a visit, make sure that he is satisfied tha she is safe and secure.”

A long pause and then an uncertain tone,

“”That will not be easy””

All patience lost with the strain, Ratzinger’s stern voice rang across the wires,

Sedate the fucking bitch and blame it on David, you fucking idiot!”

“”If the Pope could have seen the reaction at the other end of the line, he would have been more than satisfied.

Ratzinger took a deep breath and then continued,

“”After he has visited you he will meet a most unfortunate accident, but you had better make sure that he thinks all is well.””

He didn’t need to add the or else, Henry  knew it was there without any prompting.

*****

The technician looked at the handset in his hand with disbelief, and murmured,

“”Oh Shit!””

He then dialled a number embedded in his brain for longer than he could remember.

*****

“”Mr Woolsey  you have a call on your private line.””

Woolsey  looked at the intercom with disbelief, only two people knew the number to that line, and they were both  long dead.

“OK, put the call through with full analysis and recording.   He waited, sweat dripping down his brow for the first time in five hundred years,

“”After Reichenau  visits Diana  he will be assassinated by the Pope.””

The line went dead before he had a chance to reply.

He stared at the intercom again, once more in disbelief, he pressed the button and demanded,

“”Erase all records of this call and transfer all analysis to my private system.””

He looked at the message and the analysis, whoever it was had used state of the art voice distortion software, but one name still flashed on the screen,  with fear on his face he called Richard. He was carefully sealing the envelope that he was sending to the Pope with his gloved hands when the phone rang. He placed the envelope on the side, removed his gloves, placing them on the fire and picked up the receiver.

“”Hello?””

“”Richard, we have a situation, a player that I thought long dead has entered the game.””

Ricahrd  could tell by the tone of his voice that Woolsey was worried.

“”On which side?””

After a long pause,

“”Probably his own, but for now ours””

Richard  played with the possibilities for a while,

“”If he is on our side why do we have a situation?””

“”Sit down, because you are going to fall down after I’ve told you what I am about to tell you””

After a brief bark of laughter, he decided that if it worrying the old man so much it must be serious, and settled uneasily on the couch.

“”Ok James, go on””

“”Aliester Crowley  just called me!”

The first thought to flash through Richard’s mind was, he’s gone mad, the second, no not James Woolsey  the third was, “OH SHIT”. What he said out loud was,

“”Sorry James, you did say Aliester Crowley?””

With a trace of his normal humour returning to his voice,

“Yes I did, listen Richard I am going to give you a crash course in REAL metaphysical history, the stuff that has been written down in the assorted holy texts of mankind only scratches the surface.”

Richard made himself uncomfortable, just to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep, history generally had that affect on him.

“”Ok, I’m listening””

“”You are obviously aware that there was a revolt in Heaven, and that Lucifer the light bearer was at the head of this little revolution, and was cast down and out by God!”  Well it was Aliester Crowley who opened the abyss making it possible for Lucifer to get here.””

“”What you may not be aware of however, is that there are many different types of angels and that many different types of angels were involved in the revolt.””

Taking a long swig of Glenmorangie, Richard let this settle in, ok he was interested.

“”Satan, The Devil, Lucifer whatever you want to call him was and still is an Arch-angel, totally immortal and forever in one form, unless he chooses otherwise.”But, not all of the angels cast out of heaven were Arch-angels, they are immortal spirits and souls, but they do not possess, no pun intended, an immortal body in human form, they must continually re incarnate.”

Richard made himself comfortable, looked at the crucifix on the wall and said,

“Aliester Crowley or whatever his real name is or was, is a lesser-fallen angel, which is what you’re trying to tell me, right?”

“”Yes, and despite the history books, not as evil as you might think”.”

Richard quickly reviewed his thought about Woolsey  being mad,

“do what thow wilt that is the whole of the law.”  and when Crowley doubled  as Hitler, he

killed millions of Jews did he not?”

“”He is not really of sound mind, you see the Book Of Revelation suggests that the Anti-Christ will be a Jew. He has been going through a guilt phase for the last few hundred years, trying to atone for his part in the revolt, so he interpreted the Book Of Revelation in that way and decided that he would show God that he was in fact his faithful servant.  This is why he had seven sons and seven daughters, he projected the

image of Hitler from himself.  No one knows how he did this, but he called Hitler, his Magic Child.

“”OH REALLY, I bet the man upstairs was greatly impressed, rivers of blood, countless innocent women and children slaughtered, the world in chaos. Way to impress the boss alright.””

Richard  was getting worked up now, Woolsey was trying to venerate Crowley, Or Hitler or both.

“Calm down Richard, I didn’t say I agreed with him, in-fact we haven’t seen eye to eye for quite some time.”

A colossus alarm bell rang in Richard’s head,

“How old are you James, if that is your real name?”

“”Several thousand years, but that isn’t the point””

“Oh I think it is James, you were part of a revolt in heaven, and you want me to believe that now you have repented your sins and are all good and holy again, sorry but I don’t buy it”

He hung up the phone, and decided that it was time that he paid Kissinger  a visit to make sure Diana was okay, he also made a mental note to kill anyone with a british accent  that he saw, after all you can never be too careful.”

Heathrow Airport London September 22nd 2005

He had just flown from Brussels, and despite all the travelling that he had done in his life, he still hated flying, it was the control freak in him he supposed. He was watching everyone, he had sent the letter to Ratzinger , so his fate was sealed. All that was left for him to do now was make sure that diana  didn’t give birth.

He looked at a shadow as he was coming out of luggage collection, he looked at it again, he couldn’t see where it was coming from. It kept appearing just to the left of his peripheral vision.

“Jesus Christ man your jumping at fucking shadows now!”

The shadow watched Richard Reichenau, he had never quite got the knack of being completely invisible. He knew that Ratzinger was going to kill him after he went to see Diana , he also knew that he couldn’t let that happen, Richard had to kill the Pope.

*********************************

Richard  picked up the keys that he always left at Heathrow from his locker and strolled out to catch the bus to where his London car was parked. He was thinking about Kissinger, he liked him, big mistake in this game, you never liked or trusted anyone, it was a very lonely job he had chosen.

He had been lonely his whole life though, so it was not surprising really that he had chosen such an isolated profession. He got in the car and began the long cross London journey to the Kissinger estate..

The shadow had had a great deal of trouble keeping up with him, and was sitting rather precariously on the car roof as it left Heathrow.

****

Richard  pulled up outside of the Kissinger mansion and began to study it, it didn’t take him long to realise that something was wrong. Where were the gate guards, the cameras weren’t moving, someone had got here before him.

“’Fucking hell, is nothing ever bloody easy.’”

The shadow also noticed all of this, and was more puzzled than perplexed, perhaps there was a new player in town that he didn’t know about.

Both of them were too busy preparing to enter the mansion to find out what had happened to notice the squad waiting at the top of the street.

****

Richard walked into the study, and was welcomed by the slightly bemused and very dead face of Henry Kissinger, the knife was still sticking out of his back. Well that was one problem solved.

He headed towards the cellar, where he knew Diana would have been held, he was in doubt that she had been taken again, he just didn’t know by whom.

His shadow had a feeling that things were going to get worse very quickly, the feeling was accompanied with a few visions.

“”These things are gonna take some getting used to.””

Richard Reichenau  spun round gun in hand, who’s there?”

At exactly the same time the squad burst in through the windows.

Part  VIII

Kissinger’s Estate Septermber 2005

Reichenau  was dragged to the ground by the shadow as the room exploded in bullets and heat, the shadow had learned that fire was too destructive and that heat had the same devastating outcome where flesh was concerned.

Bodies were strewn throughout the mansion, every member of the squad had had their flesh and muscle melted from their bones. Richard looked across the room to where he could hear the shadow, he knew that it was an ally, but that didn’t mean that he was going to let his guard drop, not after witnessing what it was capable of doing.

The shadow spoke in a weary voice,

“”She has been taken by a fallen angel, who was once re-incarnated as Adolf Hitler, the child will be destroyed, but she will live.””

Unsteadily Reichenau  stood up steadying himself on the still warm skeleton of one of the squad.

“So Hitler/Crowley  has Diana”.

“”How do you know this?””

The weariness not as evident in his voice the shadow replied,

“”Because as well as being a sorcerer born I also share her gift for healing and prophecy.””

As far as he knew the two gifts had never been present in one person, although there were rumours that the druid  Merlin had had both gifts.

“”How?””

“Because we are linked. Diana  also has access to my abilities, although I doubt she realises it. You see she thinks that I am dead, as does the rest of the world, which suits me fine.”

It can’t be,… Richard  looked as hard as he could at the shadow, trying to discern it’s true form, but to no avail.

The shadow released the Isis Veil,  and the true form behind became clear.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am David Suprieme Rockefeller , the seventh son of a seventh son, a sorcerer born and the father to the Anti-Christ. Oh and just for good measure I am  a bloody fallen angel with a real bad case of amnesia.”

Berlin October 2005

He looked admiringly at her prone naked form on the operating table, and began, as was his habit, to talk to himself out loud.

“’Almost four weeks, shall he live or shall he die, shall I make Satan laugh or cry?’”

The accompanying laughter could only belong to a mad man. He walked around the table, again admiring her body, but also admiring the occult symbols that surrounded her and the table.

He had everything that he needed to perform the operation successfully and safely, his bait, the Lady Dianna wriggled and moved convulively under the ropes that held her fast to the gurney.

The fallen angel, who had most famously been known as Aliester Crowley , began to chant, and Lady Diana spencer  began to twitch on the table in time to his voice.

****

Richard  studied the man standing next to him, David Suprieme Rockefeller was the most intense, anal individual he had ever met.  But his eyes also said methodical and highly intelligent. Under-estimating him would probably be the last mistake that you ever made, as several Seal members couldn’t  attest to.

“”So, explain to me again, how you know that you are a fallen angel.””

David almost came out of the trance that he was in, he wished that he had realised his full potential sooner,  Crowley was not going to be easy to kill. He pointed to a huge pile of photocopied sheets on the apartment table.

“Dmitri  states in one of his prophecies that the Anti-Christ has to be of angelic descent on the male side, and we both know that I am the father of Diana’s child, which according to Dmitri is the Anti-Christ. So I must be a fallen angel, like the shapeshifter, Hitler/crowley..”

Richard  mulled this over, it did make sense, as an afterthought,

“”And James Woolsey?”

David laughed,

“No he is not fallen, he is a true angel, look at his name, he’s just a leading Ram.

After a brief pause to let this sink in, he continued

“Yep, she is definitely here in Berlin, the East, got her”

He scribbled down an address on a piece of paper, his eyes still closed. Richard looked at it carefully as David came out of his self induced trance.

“I know this address lets go”

New World Order and the Son of Perdition

They parked the car a block away and walked cautiously through East Berlin, watching every shadow, every tree move in the wind.

“So David, about your Uncle Ratzinger?

David looked at Richard Reichenau before responding in a heavy voice,

He isn’t my Uncle, he brought me up to believe that he was, just so that he could manipulate me and stop me from teaming up with you, He wasn’t even a priest, he was hired by the Rockefellers. We will have to kill him, although I really don’t know if I can.

Reichenau studied his new ally, looking at his face the set of his jaws, the straightness of

his shoulders, the quick pace of his step.”

“”Betrayal is hardest when it comes from those we love!””

With a bark of laughter Richard pats David  on the shoulder,

“”No shit Sherlock.””

They both stop outside the house, Richard looking at David for any hint to what kind of opposition they might be facing, but his face is blank, off in a trance again, thinking to himself, that could get real annoying very quickly he says out loud.

“”What is the strength of our enemy?””

A quick blink of the eyes and he is back, turning to look at Richard,

“No enemies here tonight, we are too late, all we can do now is console Lady Diana and wait to be contacted.”

Confusion showing on his face, Richard asks the obvious,

“”Contacted by whom?””

“One or more of the three major players left in the game, Woolsey, The Pope or Crowley, with an outside possibility that the Arch-Angel Gabriel might drop by for a chat”

Richard just looked at him, while it was true that his world had been well and truly turned upside down, shaken around and blown up during recent events, the possibility of the Arch-Angel Gabriel simply dropping in for a cup of tea was too much for him to grasp.

“Pick up your jaw Richard, we’ve got to go collect Diana.

The entrance hall was covered with blood, from floor to ceiling, entrails hung from the chandelier and the banisters, and body parts added a macabre symmetry to the floor mosaic. The smell of  putrefaction attacked their senses.

“”Jesus, what the hell happened here?””

With a swift glance at Richard David replied,

“”Our life just became a lot more complicated.””

“”Would you like to explain what you mean by that David?””

His tone didn’t betray a thing, but inside Richard Reichenau was a very nervous man.

“”When we’ve got Diana out of here!””

They walked up the stairs to the attic in total silence, careful not to slip on the blood that coated the carpet, or trip on the limbs that decorated the hallway leading up to the room that David said she was in.

They opened the door slowly, just in case.

In perfect harmony,

“”SHIT!””

Diana lay tied totally naked on the gurney, the room was spotless, no furniture in the room except for the gurney.

“Don’t move richard, not a fucking inch”

David studied the markings on the floor and the slightly charred patches on the polished floorboards.

“”It would seem that Aliester  has left us a welcome note, this is going to very close.””

Richard  studied the floor, looked at Diana, studied the pale white David and asked,

“”What do you want me to do?””

“”I am going to chant, when the markings on the floor go black, only then and not a second sooner, run to the bed. Cut her bonds and jump through the window with her in your arms, it is 14.2 feet to the ground, you will land in a soft flower bed.””

“Why out of the window?”

David looked Richard square in the face and muttered,

“”Because you will only have ten seconds to get out of the house before the daemons arrive.”

As an after thought,

“”They will only attack those who are in the house, inside this symmetry.””

“”And you?””

“”I’m going through the wall, hopefully.””

Richard  looked at him incredulously, just as he began to chant.

He didn’t wait, he couldn’t afford to, three strides and he was at the bed, he picked her up in his arms, discarded the thought of a fireman’s lift, couldn’t guarantee her safety, and ran for the window. He looked back momentarily as he smashed through the window, what he saw chilled him to the bone, the veil of Isis tore open revealing blue daemons swarming in from the star Sirius.

David registered the smashing window somewhere in the back of his mind, but only briefly, he had more pressing matters to deal with. The daemons were approaching him at an alarmingly fast pace;   Crowley rolled out from underneath the bed, David looked at the gas boiler too his right and let rip.

Richard landed, rolled onto his back cradling Diana from harm in the process, he was up and running back towards the gate when he heard the explosion, and the screams. A charred mess landed in front of him and disintegrated into dust, follow by another form which didn’t.

The burnt offering looked up at him and said,

“We’ve got to get her out of here!”

They put her gently onto the back seat of the car, covering her with blankets to keep her warm.

Richard looked at David, he had been charred beyond belief, and now, he was sitting there almost completely healed.

David put his arm around Richard, “Everything’s ok now…” he quickly snapped Richard’s neck.

*********************************

Gabriel  looked at his friend Woolsey,  with a grim look on his face.

So Crowley’s spirit has  possessed David Suprieme Rockefeller?  I wonder how he

managed that?””

“It would appear so, and he is back to his old tricks.  He took the child and discarded

the body of Diana, he’s hiding somewhere raising the child as his own., Just as he did

when he was Merlin…..”

“Does he remember yet who he was?”

”Of Course,

”As a hunter you know what you must do, we cannot fail this time, his spirit must be destroyed.”

“he’s here to raise the Anti-christ”

“”We need to know for certain, because if that is true, he could use the child’s abilities himself, it would take very little effort for him to link with it, after all he did raise up the destroyer out of the Abyss, the angel of the 27th aether, now he will raise up the son of perdition.”

James Woolsey looked at the Arch-Angel Gabriel and said,

The field of Meggido has been prepared old friend, and I think all bets are off.

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