The Wrath Walker (The Wrath Series Book 1) by Matthew Newson (fun to read .txt) 📗

louder with the fast-approaching fire trucks. Within minutes of Brandon’s flight from the scene where Frankie’s soul departed from the world, the fire department showed up on the sight en masse to battle the raging inferno that had started to consume the building. The firefighters tore into the parking lot, and as soon as their truck stopped, they all sprang into action as they grabbed the various pieces of equipment to battle the blaze. Some ran up the tall ladders mounted on the truck to fight the fire from above. I could have made a total and complete end to the flames with a snap of my fingers, but the Lord hadn’t issued me an order to do so. It was expressly forbidden for spirit beings to use their powers to interfere in the affairs of man without explicit authorization from God, even if the spirit beings had caused the event in the first place.

I feared nothing on the earth or in Heaven except God himself. He had cast out a third of the angels for their foolish attempt to dethrone him, and I wasn’t about to put him to the test. I’d be better to thank them for their attempted coup d’état, because I was birthed from their actions on that day. Their rebellion caused my creation, and the fallen angels, demons, and Satan himself did and would continue to suffer from my actions until my brothers and I cast them into the Lake of Fire. Oh, what a great and joyous day that would be, but at that moment I watched from my concealment in the spirit realm as the men did their job to stop the fire and keep it from spreading to the other buildings nearby.

I checked my watch and shook my head at the placement of the dials. Time was almost up, and Brandon didn’t have much longer to put the pieces of the puzzle together, even though it was all right in front of his face. I had practically spoon fed him the answer, and he still seemed to be just as lost as he was when we first met. If Brandon failed to connect the dots in time, I would have to kill him like the ones before—a task I didn’t want to do—but one in which I wouldn’t hesitate to perform if and when the moment presented itself.

Everyone and everything would be dead in Black Castle shortly after Brandon breathed his last breath, all because God has decreed that Brandon was the one to assist me in the destruction of the evil that stayed hidden just below the surface of the city. I was amazed at how no one seemed to notice it, and if they did, then they surely didn’t care to do anything about it. The majority of the sins that occurred on a daily basis only brought God’s judgement against the individual committing them, but there were many others that happened all too frequently there that caused the entire city to reap God’s judgement if repentance didn’t occur.

I was suddenly alerted to a presence of several powerful dark forces. A group of warlocks had appeared on the rooftop of the warehouse to my right. They functioned as protective guards to the high priest they served in their demonic church, and their high priest never traveled in the spirit realm without them. Since they hadn’t tried to attack me, I knew they wanted to meet with me for some reason, so I wouldn’t keep them waiting. I launched myself off the ground and headed for the roof. I landed behind them, and just as I suspected, their high priest was waiting.

They all quickly turned toward me with their faces safely concealed under black hoods that matched the long black robes that covered their entire bodies. Only the high priest’s robe was trimmed in gold, which signified to all he was of higher rank and esteem than the others around him. I knew right away they were spirit phantoms of the real people they represented who were using the power Satan had gifted them with for their various dealings in the spirit realm. I could strike them all down, but it wouldn’t harm the real people who had sent them there to meet with me. Besides, that would be rude, and maybe I could learn something from those uninvited guests. I could use to my advantage against them.

“Hello, how are you on this loveliest of evenings,” said the high priest in a smooth deep voice while his warlocks prayed silently in other tongues behind him.

“I assume you know I am not of this realm from my works as of late,” I said and smiled.

“Oh yes, you have been a busy one these past several days, I must say.” He turned his head in the direction of the warehouse fire. “Based on everything I have seen lately; I can tell you are a very powerful being. Much like myself.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, for you and I are nothing alike.” My power welled up within me and rivaled the one burning next to us.

“There’s no need to become hostile. My associates and I didn’t come here to pick a fight with you. We merely came to speak with you, and if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?”

“Are you referring to this rooftop? I saw all of you, and assumed you were here to have a party.”

“Ha! Oh, you Heaven types are all the same, so funny. So arrogant. If you only knew the power I possessed, you would be showing me the proper respect I am due. I will ask again, and this time I expect an answer, Wrath Walker. Why are you here in my city?”

I tilted my head from side to side and narrowed my gaze in on the leader at the mention of my name. There were not many humans on the earth aware of my existence, but that knowledge alone wouldn’t be able to save that