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  A richly dark skinned man of average height was sitting near Johnson. He had his arms folded in front of him. He was so black he was almost blue; Miles Davis blue, with light blue eyes and a short haircut. He was dressed in jeans, sneakers, with a small gold chain around his neck and a blue and white Adidas zip up sweat shirt.

  Victor looked sideways at the man but did not see a chair underneath him. Victor rubbed his eyes and sat up on the concrete slab.

  “Adonari. Look what you have done to yourself, said the man.

  “Lorenz. I would say the same for you,” said Victor eyeballing Lorenz’s attire.

  “Oh, said Lorenz as he popped up from his illusionary chair.

  “I forgot.” Lorenz held up his hands high above him and the sweatshirt and jeans outfit was replaced by his bronze angelic body which was wrapped with an off-white tunic that matched the color of his wings. On earth holy angels had to wear clothes.

  Lorenz’ long, white, holy angelic wings stretched past the relatively small cells space. He recoiled them behind him. Lorenz was a Cherubim like Victor used to be.

  “Sorry about that,” said Lorenz. “I’m coming from a mission in West L.A.”

  I miss those wings, thought Victor hardly able to look at Lorenz’s shining golden face. It had been some 8,000 plus years since he had seen his friend; his only other friend he had in heaven besides Zorona.

  “I can only imagine,” said Lorenz.

  “Look at you now. You’ve got fangs and you smell like a mixture of rat urine and blood,” said Lorenz.

  “Ah, Lorenz. You haven’t changed; always stating the obvious,” said Victor. They heard footsteps coming towards the cell.

  Lorenz vanished as four prison guards arrived at the cell. They were young recruits that recently completed Vampirol Constabulary Academy.

  “Which one is it?” said the oldest one at the top of his voice as he opened the cell door.

  Cyril woke up. Johnson curled back in his fetal position. The young guards rushed into the cell and pulled out their batons. Cyril jumped up and one of the guards hit Cyril across the face knocking him out.

  “Idiot,” said the guard who knocked Cyril out. They laughed.

  They pulled Victor to his feet.

  “We heard about the stunt you pulled in court today,” said one of the guards as he jammed the baton in Victor’s stomach.

  Victor buckled at his waist.

  “Not good. Not good,” said another guard who hit Victor across his back with another baton.

  Victor fell to the floor. They picked him up. Johnson did not stir.

  Victor could barely stand. The guard that hit him in the stomach held Victor’s face in his hand. The same guard leaned his face close to Victor’s. The guard was so close that Victor could feel his blood breath.

  “You might as well get used to this,” said the guard. The others laughed. “Yep,” said another one.

  Victor spoke.

  “Judging from the unqualified that works for him, I see why the coup failed.”

  The prison guard steamed in anger. He turned away from Victor stepped back and instantly swung his baton cracking Victor’s jaw. Victor’s gray blood flashed on the other guards and the stone cell wall. Victor dropped to the floor as blood oozed from his face. The guards took turn giving him a kick in his stomach.

  They filed out of the cell, closed the door and laughed among themselves as they walked away. Victor was awake but in serious pain. Cyril was still unconscious.

  With the guards out of sight, Lorenz reappeared.

  “Great timing,” mumbled Victor. “You could have come just a tad bit earlier.”

  “I wish I could but I can’t let them see me. It’s for your sake,” said Lorenz.

  Lorenz bent down and helped Victor who propped himself against the cell wall near where his blood decorated it in strie fashion.

  “I am tired,” said Victor.

  “I figured as much. You know you don’t have to go through this anymore,” said Lorenz.

  “What? Am I supposed to waltz back into heaven and say ‘Hey God sorry about the revolution thing. I’m back.’” Victor’s head was splitting in two with pain.

  “Well yes and no. Yes you can ask forgiveness. Yes you can be forgiven, but no, you can’t just get back to heaven so easily,” said Lorenz. “There are consequences Adonari, consequences.”

  “We’ll I am sorry and I do want forgiveness.” As the words left Victor’s lips, he felt a change in his heart. The feeling overwhelmed him as tears choked up inside of him. They had to come out. He felt such a flood of forgiveness and love sweep over his soul like a fresh cool spring on a sunshiny day. He felt a peace that was beyond understanding; a joy that bubbled up in his soul as he thought back to his existence in heaven. His heart was broken and before this moment, he had felt abandoned, thrown away, and left for dead. In that moment the tears streamed on his face making streaks on his gray bloody face. The spirit of the Almighty whispered in his heart.

  “As long as there is life, there is hope, Adonari. I have been waiting for you with an everlasting love and I longed for this day more than you can imagine.”

  For Victor, in that moment, everything disappeared; the cold cell, Cyril, Johnson, the guards, the mountain cave, his pain and agony. In that moment he became one again with The Almighty. He did not find God in that moment of forgiveness because God was never lost. What he found was himself; his true self. His spirit uttered groans that only the Almighty understood. Victor was still in his prison cell, but his heart was free. It was free to leap and soar up and above the clouds, past the terrestrial place called earth and far into heaven.

  “Come let’s get out of here,” said Lorenz who looked at his friend who knelt on the prison cell floor. Victor’s countenance had changed although he still looked like a vampire.

  “Yes. I am ready,” said Victor.

  “All right, Victor Saul. No. Victor Paul. Yes. That is much better,” said Lorenz.

  Lorenz lifted up his hands high above him and a terrible earthquake tremor shook the prison cell. Within seconds, the cell chamber cracked and the prison door broke open. Johnson did not stir and neither did Cyril.

  Lorenz braced Victor in his wings and flew out of the cell far away from the mountain dungeon prison.

  3(4). Part 4: Chapters 13 to 18.

  3(4)(a). The Realm - Chapter 13 - Vampirology 101. Were You Sleeping in Class?

  Chapter 13 – Vampirology 101. Were You Sleeping in Class?

  A Month Later - Dr. Colan’s Medical Complex - Downtown Aurora, MO - Moments after Victor’s Beating.

  “Adonari, Adonari,” said a voice. Victor recognized the voice. He was awake and conscious as he stood at the doorway of Dr. Colan’s Operating Room at the Medical Complex.

  He and his trauma team, dressed in full regalia, tried to revive Victor’s body that lay like a slab of cold steak on the operating table.

  “Prepare 15cc’s of epinephrine Ms. Smith, stat,” said Dr. Colan.

  “15cc’s?” said Dr. James.

  “Colan, are you trying to kill him?”

  Nurse Smith handed Dr. Colan the needle.

  “James. For God’s sake. He is a vampire not a human. That may not even be enough. I’m not aware. Apparently I must have missed the Vampirology elective at Howard U. I’m glad you went. So tell me how much cc is enough?” said Dr. Colan.

  Dr. James was silent.

  “Thought so,” said Dr. Colan as he injected the needle in Victor’s leg.

  Dr. Colan began chest compressions on Victor.

  “Prepare the defib,” said Dr. Colan to Nurse Smith. She complied handing the defibrillator nodes to Dr. Colan.

  Dr. Colan rubbed the nodes together and placed them on Victor’s lifeless body.

  “Clear,” said Dr. Colan.

  From the door, Victor watched his body jolt in the air and flop back on the operating gurney.

  “No movement,” said Dr. James who eyed the moni
tor.

  Dr. Colan repositioned the nodes on Victor’s body.

  “Clear,” he repeated.

  The electric shock almost fried the nodes as a spark of electricity shimmered through Victor’s still body.

  Victor stood in awe watching them work on him.

  Who am I now, thought Victor? Lorenz appeared next to him. It was Lorenz whom Victor had heard calling his name.

  “Ah, it ceases to amaze me. Flesh is nothing in the sight of God. It is as fickle as a blade of grass,” said Lorenz. Victor turned to him.

  “You asked what you are. You are about to be glorified. Do you remember your glory Adonari? Do you?” said Lorenz.

  “I remember who I was and I remember the Day of the Fall,” said Victor.

  “What’s over there on that operating table is not you. Besides you had to die to be born again. Your redemption is almost complete but you are not glorified yet,” said Lorenz.

  They watched the doctors working feverishly.

  “Colan, it’s not working,” said Dr. James.

  “I’m aware of that Dr. James. I swear I didn’t know you were an expert in vampirology,” said Dr. Colan with gray blood all over his green scrubs.

  “No need to get testy Colan, I was just pointing out that I think he has flat lined but you and I know absolutely nothing about how the vampire’s body work,” said Dr. James.

  “Look it’s over,” said Dr. James. “We can’t get him-”

  “You mean ‘it’ not ‘him’,” said Dr. Colan.

  “Yes, ‘it’ back,” said Dr. James.

  Dr. Colan paused and put down the reviving electrodes.

  “Our cure is gone, gone,” said Dr. Colan as he walked away from the operating table and slowly drew off his surgical mark.

  “I’ll collect the blood,” said Dr. James.

  “Sure, sure,” said Dr. Colan as he walked right through Victor and Lorenz standing at the door to the operating room.

  Victor watched as Dr. Colan’s exited through the operating room doors. He glimpsed his reflection in the shiny glass embedded in the door. He smiled.

  “There you are,” said Lorenz. “You are free, Adonari, free.”

  Adonari studied his reflection. He was no longer a cherubim, he was now a Seraphim with larger wings.

  “We have a little job to do. Come let’s go,” said Lorenz.

  Lorenz darted through the walls and Adonari followed leaving his old life behind.

  “Right, the children,” whispered Adonari to himself as they reached the foyer of the Medical Complex.

  “You get the folks on the outside and I’ll get the ones in the foyer,” said Lorenz.

  Adonari dashed to the courtyard and laid his hands on the children one at a time. As he touched them, the blueness disappeared and they were healed.

  The children were elated. When he finished with the children, he glimpsed Mayor Trudeau and his fleet of officers comatose and sprawled out on the floor.

  Adonari paused. He remembered how they beat him to a pulp while he was Vampire Victor.

  The police batons cracked every bone they came in contact with. He turned away from them. Lorenz was behind him.

  “You have to do it. Forgive these who trespass against you.”

  “I don’t want to. They bruised me because they did not take the time to understand me,” said Adonari.

  “What did you expect? They saw you biting their kids,” said Lorenz. “They didn’t know.”

  “They didn’t wait,” said Adonari.

  ‘They didn’t know,” said Lorenz.

  Adonari looked in Lorenz’s face them hung his head.

  “Adonari, you are different now. Remember.”

  Adonari waited no longer. He walked over to the comatose Trudeau, laid his hand on his head and within seconds Trudeau’s natural pink color returned.

  Lorenz came over and laid hands on the battalion of officers. Adonari looked at Principal Benoit and walked over to her. She was also comatose and completely blue.

  Adonari placed his hands on her head. She remained blue.

  He placed his hands on her heart and yet she laid still.

  “She’s dead,” said Lorenz who stood behind Adonari.

  “The virus had an extreme reaction in her body and accelerated her death.”

  Adonari stood up as Dr. Colan and Dr. James rushed out to witness everyone getting up.

  “Let’s go. We have a meeting to attend at the Grand Canyon,” said Lorenz as he shot into the air.

  “Okay,” said Adonari as he took to flight with his new wings.

  3(4)(b). The Realm - Chapter 14 - Mungar’s Rebellion.

  Chapter 14 – Mungar’s Rebellion.

  Grand Canyon, Arizona.

  From seemingly everywhere, Holy Angels gathered in air zooming towards their meeting at the Grand Canyon.

  In what took only moments, The Holy Angels descended on the northern part of the top of the Grand Canyon. Lorenz led this band of Holy Angels.

  The sun began to set in the clear blue sky.

  There were One Hundred of them packed in a circle. Lorenz stood in the center. He addressed them as the Holy Spirit in the form of a dove descended in their midst.

  “Greetings, Holy Brethren. I call to order on this day an emergency meeting of Band 35. We thank the Almighty for his blessings and manifold favor,” said Lorenz.

  The Band members whispered amongst themselves.

  “Yes, yes. I’m sure you have recognized that there is a new one among us,” said Lorenz. They stared at Adonari.

  “Well, really he is not new. My Holy Brethren I reintroduce Adonari back to the fold. He is now Seraphim Adonari as you can see.”

  “Seraphim?” shouted Mungar the Cherubim. The Holy Angels looked at Mungar who elevated above the group.

  Mungar hovered in mid-air as the Holy Angels erupted in clamoring and discord.

  “Brethren, Brethren. Order, please order,” said Lorenz.

  The dove flew away. The noise stopped as Mungar continued.

  “I am a Cherub. I am still a Cherub. I have kept in the fold for well over One Million Year as a Holy Angel. I am dedicated to The Almighty. I do everything Our Most High demands, everything. Yet I am still a Cherubim. Adonari attempted to overthrow The Most High and was thrown out of Heaven to Earth where he roamed as a nasty vampire devouring the blood of all sorts of creatures great and small. Yet he is forgiven, restored and promoted to a-”

  “Careful Mungar,” said Lorenz.

  “Now I must show reverence to Adonari who has been elevated above-”

  “Mungar,” said Lorenz.

  “Me, above me? It is not-”

  “Mungar,” said Lorenz. “I order you to silence. I sanction you to silence at once,” said Lorenz.

  Mungar turned off-bronze as he flew up in the air and darted out of sight.

  “I’m going after him,” said Adonari who hovered in mid-air. “No, no. Let him go. He’s just upset. He’ll get over it,” said Lorenz.

  Adonari descended. The Holy Brethren greeted Adonari and welcomed him back to the fold. Lorenz continued.

  “As I was saying, welcome back Adonari. You have come at a crucial time in the impending millennial war that will rage on Earth. All Holy Angels that are assigned to Earth, face grave threats to their safety while here. We all take a calculated risk here because the Prince of Darkness is the ruler of the terrestrial air. Lucifer is mounting a tragic effort to bring all Holy Angels on Earth into his camp by first deceiving them and then infusing them with incantations that changes them into vampires. That is why we sought Adonari. We will use him and the knowledge he has of the Vampire World go after the vampires in his camp and convince them to give their heart back to The Almighty. We must try to get them back,” said Lorenz.

  “But nothing is guaranteed,” said one of the Holy Angels.

  “I know but-”

  Lorenz could not complete his sentence beca
use Mungar had indeed returned but he looked different. He had fish scales all over his skin and his wings were gone but he could still fly. He had vampire fangs and a pale white color. He had no clothes yet for he had not fully transformed into a vampire. But what was mind blowing was the hordes of vampires numbering 10,000 that had descended on the Grand Canyon.

  “Mungar,” said Lorenz.

  “I am Vyper now not Mungar,” yelled Vyper. Band 35 was surrounded.

  All Holy Angels & Vampires flew into the air for a battle royale. Within moments One Hundred vampires attacked Adonari and he felt the strangest feeling he had never felt as a Holy Angel on Earth.

  His Angelic frame froze as his wings because numb. He fell to the ground with a thud. He was paralyzed but fully conscious. The Hundred vampires descended over him, bound his eyes and hoisted him in the air in a large net.

  3(4)(c). The Realm - Chapter 15 - Victor, We Missed You.

  Chapter 15 – Victor, We Missed You.

  They flew with him to a nearby cave that led from the Grand Canyons to below the surface of the earth. Adonari felt the breeze whipping his force as they descended further and further into the coolness of the earth.

  After a while he came to a stop. His body loosened enough so that they propped him on his knees.

  He felt a sulfur breath on his face.

  “Victor. That wasn’t very nice Victor. Did you not learn anything as a vampire?” said the voice.

  Adonari knew it was Lucifer.

  “I like your new wings Victor. I really do.” Lucifer’s breath moved to the front of his face.

  “Enjoying your new promotion Victor?” Adonari remained silent.

  “Oh come come now Victor,” said Lucifer.

  “I am not Victor anymore. I am-”

  “I know who you are. After all we’ve had some good times, have we not?”

  Adonari reminisced. Images of Heaven, Day of The Fall, Villagio’s, blood, blood and more blood flashed like a kaleidoscope through his mind.

  “Don’t you miss the blood Victor?” said Lucifer as if reading Victor’s thoughts.

  “Don’t you miss the way it melts in your mouth like liquid red chocolate.? It is so sweet to the taste. Oh, Victor, I know-”

  “I don’t. I don’t need that anymore.”

  “But I’m sure a little taste won’t hurt.” Adonari heard a young girl scream. He felt a flash of wetness on his face. He heard the girl scream again. No doubt she was the source of the blood that defiled his face.