Hadassah's Watchman Trilogy - Evangheline Farcas (pdf e book reader TXT) 📗

voices subdued. It was not yet their time.
Entering her rooms, she halted and turned to me, with sad haunting eyes, “So now we leave?” It was not so much a question as it was her stating a fact she was trying to grasp.
I nodded as I followed her inside, took hold of her small carry-on luggage, “Are you ready?”
Summoning courage she breathed deep and said a soft, “Yes.” But before stepping back out of the room she surveyed it as if trying to memorize each beautiful, elegant detail of it, as one would try to hang on to a good dream that one would not want to wake from. Shivers rushed through me once more, though as before I didn’t understand how fear could make its way in me, or try to.
“The private jet awaits us at the Arlanda airport, once we get to Bucuresti we will visit Ionatan at the Penitenciarul Jilava , the Jilava jail.” I stated.
Hadassah trembled slightly but just as quick as the fear had appeared her countenance changed into one of tranquility, and I know that she had prayed, that she had armored herself for the unknown before her.
We reached the limousine that would take us to the airport, two guards stepped in with us and we knew they would escort us throughout Romania, faithful to protect with their very lives, a gift of protection form the generous Royals of Sweden.


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He grew tired of waiting, he was unaccustomed to patience and he shouldn’t have to endure it, still if Ioan was right they would be here within hours and Damian would certainly ensure that this ridiculous mercy mission of theirs would be foiled. This was their country to do as they chose. Finally the time had come that Romania was finally going to be purged of the narrow minded Nazarene followers. Indeed they had endured enough of the “Thou shalt not this, and thou shalt not that.” True freedom was being created, sure, it was true also that for the Nazarenes it meant removal but they had practically begged for this outcome.
It was laughable that Raphael was once more entering the country after he had fled it with the so called precious bundle. Ha! Promise keeper to the end. In Damian’s mind it was incomprehensible what the point was, she had been one little life, what was the fuss all about? Well, now he knew, he had once been a fool, but no longer.
Damian kept watch from the black Dacia trying to keep warm. He let out a low inhuman growl as a dark one took a seat on the passenger side, its wings spanned out, passing through the car, dripping blood at the tips. It had a hungry look in its eyes.
“You will not fail this time.” It said.
Damian smiled, “With your legions on our side of course we will not fail.”
It gave a menacing growl, “So long as you remember to give worship where it is due, we are at your service.” It’s eyes burned red like a pool of blood, smirking and unnerving Damian. This mutual ‘friendship’ was indeed slippery, these dark ones always had to be kept on a leash, lest they forgot who controlled them, Damian thought.
“Yes, so long as the Prince of the Powers of the Air remembers his end of the bargain.” he responded in kind.
Infuriated the creature responded, “You are his watchman, his top one at that, do not disappoint him, and when he ascends to his rightful throne you may be there with him.” The beast cackled the disappeared, as if mocking him.
Breathing hard he tried to focus once more surveying the area. The car was parked directly in front of the Otopeni airport in Bucurest, it would not be hard to spot them, as the not so little Hadassah had made quite a name for herself she would be flanked on all sides by admirer as soon as she set foot on this soil, as if she were one of the House of Bernadette. It was pathetic how this country always wanted to idolize something, or someone, still this would be used to his advantage. Following them would not attract any extra attention when everyone else was pursuing them.
Soon Raphael and Hadassah would not be the salvation of this country, they would be this country’s destruction as each flea would be brought out for extermination.


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She gasped.
I put a comforting hand on her shoulder, as the plane touched down, “It’s alright, we’ve landed.”
She shivered, as her eyes opened and met his locking for a long moment.
Finally she spoke. “It’s not what it seems.”


CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Genesis 4:9 Then the LORD said to Cain, “Where is Abel your brother?” And he said, “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”

"Sweet shall be your rest if your heart does not reproach you." ---- Thomas A Kempis


Damian impatiently tapped the steering wheel in an annoying little beat that annoyed even him, yet he continued. He hated having to play cat and mouse, he was not one for games, nor did he want to begin playing them now. As he sat and thought, with the minutes ticking away a new idea dawned on him. Looking in the mirror he studied himself bored, his own darkened blue eyes stared back at him, as if he was mocking himself, what a silly little thought. Running a hand through his dark night black hair, he decided to go with the former plan and ditch the amateur one of following, ha! As if they wouldn’t notice or expect that. Indeed, a light bulb illuminated within him and he smiled his charming yet unsettling smile, no there was no need to follow.

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“What’s not as it seems?” I asked stricken by the raw fear embedded on her face. She rose from her leather seat and shook her head as if to clear it, “Nothing, it must be nothing, but just for a moment..” but she didn’t finish, could not complete her thoughts it seemed
Giving a nervous smile I took hold of her baggage, “Come then, our ride is waiting for us already.” I said.
Our two royal guards followed us, ever watchful, for which I was thankful, for though she had not completed her thought it rattled me, there was something I should be seeing yet it was unclear what that was.
Disembarking we made our way through customs and unlike the times before when I had passed through here before the security officers gave us no problem at all. Royal approval may have had something to do with that, I thought.
It was odd to be flanked by royal guards, though of course they were dressed in normal attire, they still carried with them a don’t mess with me or those around me fearsomeness. Looking at them closely if you dared you would see hard blue eyes, both with the same wheat colored hair and almost the same height, taller then me, it was almost like looking at human counterparts of the angels I often saw.
Silently I offered a prayer of protection to heaven, for God knew we would now need it, we were on enemy turf.
“Do no fear Raphael, for I am with you until the end of time.” a voice so familiar whispered in my ear. Though there was no one to be seen around me, not even the angels I knew with certainty who the voice belonged to, and it soothed my troubled soul. His voice always came when it was most needed throughout the ages that I’d gone through, and I was honored to hear it now.
“Thank you.” I whispered.
Hadassah looked at me but when I offered no explanation she just nodded in understanding.
We exited through the right terminal of Otopeni airport, there were of course only two terminals here, and neither had a name, it was dubbed simply the right terminal and the left terminal, one for arrivals and one for departures. Cold winter air greeted us with an overcast sky, the plants that normally attempted to beautify the airport were sleeping the deadly sleep of winter, waiting to be born once more with the kiss of spring. All along the side walk there were taxis and Dacia’s awaiting eagerly for their passengers, and there leaning against a black Dacia stood my fellow watchman who had been so silent all these years.
I had expected to see Seraph awaiting us, but still I was glad to see him instead. Always I had wondered about his silence, it had never been his style to not be heard, yet all these years, no matter how much I longed to hear from him there was never a word.
He smiled his unnerving smile and looking at Hadassah I knew she was charmed. Damian always had that affect over those he watched, especially the ladies it seemed.
“It’s been to long brother.” I said in greeting.
“Indeed, brother.” he said, if I was not mistaken there was also a bit of an edge to his voice.
His eyes studied me and then drifted to Hadassah, drinking her in with his eyes, completely ignoring the guards.
“You, my dear must be the acclaimed one who has won the heart of Sweden.” he said.
Humbly, she dipped her head and blushed, “I’m Hadassah, and you are?”
Taking hold of her hand he brought it to his lips and kissed it gently, “I am my brother’s keeper,” he replied rather coyly, then laughed lightly, “I’m Damon, a fellow watchman.”
With that, he motioned for us to enter the small Dacia, with me sitting in the front, Hadassah in the back in the middle, with a guard on either side. Damon stuffed her luggage in the excruciatingly small trunk then hopped behind the wheel.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Penitenciarul Jilava.” I replied.
“Oh? You will visit Ionatan?”
“Of course, it is after we offer some much needed encouragement to him that we will go where the battle begins.” I stated, somehow though I felt the need to keep silent as to where exactly that was.
The trip was silent for most of the way, yet I studied my brother, so many thoughts had been spend wondering what had happened that day, the day communism had fallen. Damon had grown weary of the battle, at times even alarmingly angry, it was as if he wished his long life would be cut short. I remembered when it began, when he had failed to see danger approach for the first time and his charge had fallen, forced into exile. King Michael, his wife Anne and their five beautiful daughters, banished from Romania, no matter how Damon had interceded and prayed he had not sounded the alarm when the battle for the kingdom had first begun, indeed, he had failed to see the danger. He had been to enamored with Princes Maria, ironically blinded by love, and so the kingdom fell to tyrants, and Damon had faded into his own exile.
My own heart hurt for him, yet a watchman was a watchman, and always I had to watch, for the enemy lurked and never slept, so much was at