Beautiful Nightmare series: The story of the Unbreed - Ashon Thadon (iphone ebook reader txt) 📗

both stepped in. That stench of New York’s Finest Low Trodden was in full force. Joseph’s eyes almost went in the back of his head when he entered the subway car.

There were three of homeless people in this particular car so the smell acted as a force field. Vincent knew nobody would be coming in this car no time soon. Not with three. One, definitely, and even two, maybe if you tried hard but three was too much. Vincent almost lost his appetite. That was enough to convince him that this was the perfect meeting place to discuss business.

“Have a seat,” Vincent offered an empty car bench that one of the vagrants wasn’t on.

“I’ll rather stand and let’s make this quick,” Joseph said. “I’m about to be sick. I may not feel pain but my nose does.”

Vincent smiled but started his report.

“We have a problem,” Vincent said. “The place that the Monster was at was like a true graveyard. He was feasting on everything down there. Our kind, your kind even his now new kind. He’s a wretched beast. I never seen anything like it. But here’s the thing. All their essence was gone. Every single thing down there were vessels. Whatever made their being isn’t. It’s like looking at yourself and not seeing yourself. I saw what they were but I couldn’t tell what they were.”

Now Joseph had a puzzled look on his face.

‘Whatever this thing is, it’s beyond anything any world has encountered.” Vincent put his head down. “He’s like what you mortals call Armageddon. He is the Omega trying to make himself the Alpha.”

“Sort of finding out what makes us and then making himself into it,” Joseph comprehended.

“To eliminate us,” Vincent said sadly like he knew the overall reason.

‘So the question is where he is now?” Joseph asked.

‘I don’t think I want to know,” Vincent admitted. “When I first encountered him at least I had an idea what I was facing. And now I don’t and that makes me…”

“Scared,” Joseph finished.

Vincent just looked at him.

“About time,” Joseph couldn’t help but smile. “Good, that means you half human after all. You just lucky you survived another day to fight.”

 

Azel had first laughed at the concept but The Fallen One had taught him well. The Fallen One taught all his holy soldiers well but three in particular. Lycos and Draculus were his prime students. Azel was a short runner up but still eager to learn from the only Divine that ever challenged the Holy’s authority. The Fallen knew the Holy had casted him and his followers from all things that were of new and of pure. But the Fallen had watched and waited for an opening. An opening when the Fallen would gain some sort of upper hand. After centuries of battles in the Holy’s backyard, the cloud and the Heavens, the Fallen decided on a different approach. It was a plan that even the Holy thought would never work so it was never stopped until much later and by then it was too late. Sodom and Gomorrah had to first be at its’ worst before the Holy makes any action and the Fallen knew how the Holy worked because that was what the Fallen did best: observe. That was why the Holy had the Fallen so close in the beginning. He was a great obeyer at first but the Fallen was also very attentive. That attentiveness made the Fallen a very worthy opponent now even against the Holy. The Fallen lead the charge and while other Divines were casted aside and went to Abaddon, the Fallen was given a new home to dwell in misery. But the Fallen used his punishment dwelling to do what he did best after observing, plan. The other casted Divines were promised safe haven if they left Abaddon’s side and followed him. The Holy allowed it because there were no need for casted Divines in his new legion. However the casted could enjoy the pleasures they once did. Their wings were burnt off and the once beautiful holistic specimen they once were became vile and ugly. Lycos and Draculus were his first. So it was only natural that the two of the most faith fullest succubus in the Fallen’s counsel would be the first to try the Fallen’s greatest project since the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.

The Holy had made a new creation and had set that new creation in a place below the Heavens but above the Fallen’s dwelling. Now the Fallen along with the other casted could not enter this new plain of existence with the new creations but there was a loophole. A loophole that brought forth the birth of something that could not be defined but was given a flimsy explanation anyway and written down in literature and made fun of centuries later in moving pictures. One entity had fangs and the other had claws but they were both formed from two creatures the Holy never thought of given protection to. Those creatures soon became something more. Something only dreams could imagine and nightmares could conceive. Something that centuries later made Azel went to break free from the Fallen’s teachings and try his own way. Because centuries later, Lycos and Draculus had long lost the battle with the Holy’s army of Divines lead by the archangel Gabriel himself and twelve Divines were left behind because the seedlings of those two fallen were still in existence. But Lycos and Draculus before their demise was able to teach the Fallen one thing the Holy didn’t think needed protecting as well because the Holy supposed to already owned claim to it. The Fallen’s greatest project brought about an even greater discovery, possession. Draculus found out he could make the new creation become like them. Lycos was soon trained to do so and then news went to the Fallen and the Fallen used this ability with great pleasure. The fallen trained the only other casted Divine had that same ambition as his former students, Azel. The Fallen gave him the name Alastor and taught him how to use this new power. The Fallen had taught other casted but none had the power to succeed like Alastor and Azazel. And once Azazel went rogue, Alastor followed suit.

The Fallen never showed remorse for going against the Holy. But the Fallen only told his three most trusted followers this one truth. As much as the Fallen resented the Holy, the Fallen resented Abaddon, the angel of Death, the most. The Fallen always believed that with Abaddon fighting alongside with the rebelling Divines, they might had a chance. Abaddon just sat back and once the Holy casted all the Divines that rebelled, Abaddon never did anything but kept stock. The Fallen could never go against Abaddon for he was almost as powerful as the Holy but the Fallen did what he did best, observed and planned.

Abaddon’s new job was taking the new souls up to either the Holy or to be with the Fallen. Didn’t matter what, when it was their time, Abaddon was supposed to take their essence. However, one child was on his list born from a prostitute that he was already taken. Somehow Abaddon did the one thing he never did in all his years of servitude, he crossed the name of the child off the list and took the woman. That decision made that child became something the Fallen had been looking for: another opening. However, Alastor found out as well and decided to go against the Fallen completely and find the child first. But in his search, he was going to have a little fun first.

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