The Incubus, Succubus and Son of Perdition Box Set: The Len du Randt Bundle (90 page)

‘All of them?’

‘Each and every single one of them,’ Timothy confirmed.
‘Those black spots that you see floating there are whales. Researchers could
find no trace of any life forms in any of the oceans.’

‘And the rivers?’

‘All fresh water sources that weren’t affected by the
sour poison plague still remain fresh, but we suspect that it might only be a
matter of time.’

‘The media’s opinion?’

‘Christian terrorists, of course.’

Malcolm sighed. ‘It appears that everything that goes
wrong these days gets blamed on the ‘Christian terrorists.’’

‘Indeed so, father,’ Timothy said. ‘We can only hope
that the sealed ones out there are reaching enough people before Victor takes
the entire European continent.’

‘Any ideas of what his plans are?’ Malcolm asked.

‘From the information that we have gathered, it appears
that he is Hell-bent on taking Egypt.’

‘Why?’

‘We can only speculate at this time, but it appears
that the most obvious reason is that if they take Egypt and move their forces
to the south while they use South Africa to invade upward, the bidirectional
invasion will make the other African countries submit in fear, causing him to
gain control of the African continent.’

‘Making him rule over two thirds of the planet.’

‘Exactly! And then he will set his sights on the two
American continents.’

‘But how has he managed to topple and overpower some of
the world’s strongest countries?’ Malcolm asked.

‘It appears that he has somehow gathered himself an
army large enough to overrun the entire planet.’

‘Where did he get all the people?’

‘Not people, Father. Demons.’

‘How many?’

‘Tens of millions,’ Timothy said grimly. ‘Maybe even
hundreds of millions.’

‘Is there anything that we can do?’

‘It is a long shot,’ Timothy said. ‘But I think that I
might just have a plan.’

Malcolm thought about the demonic army as he looked at
the images of the blood-filled seas that flickered on the little television
screen. He stroked his beard. Mary was gone. There was nothing more for him to
fear or hide from. He wanted to help, as his wife did. He wanted to do the
Lord’s work.

‘Dad?’

‘Show me,’ Malcolm said. ‘Show me what must be done.’

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Trevor never imagined that he would
one day just leave all his possessions and make a run for it. He took five
minutes to pack a few personal items and some fresh clothes into a backpack,
and walked from the building as fast as he could, knowing that he would never
return to it. He walked past the body of the dead man and noticed that someone
had taken his shoes and clothing.

‘Oh, Lord,’ Trevor said. ‘One day that might be me. But
you spared me for a reason and allowed this man to die for a reason. Please let
me know for what purpose you have spared me.’

He didn’t expect an answer right there on the spot, so
he continued toward the city centre, wondering how evil the human race was
still going to become.

Who steals clothes off a dead man?
Once he reached the
city, he ducked into a darkened alleyway and walked over to some dumpsters in
search of anything that could represent shelter. He still had some food with
him, but had a serious water shortage problem. He didn’t have the Shield, so
N-Force would try to capture or kill him before the idea of supplying him with
water would even cross their minds. He didn’t particularly fancy the idea of
being impaled alive on a large wooden pole outside the city, nor did he wish to
be decapitated of crucified. He just wanted everything to come to pass so that
he could be with his parents, Norman, Andrew and, most importantly, his
newfound saviour, Jesus Christ.

‘Good night, Jesus,’ Trevor said as he pulled some
cardboard boxes over him to protect himself from the wind. He used the garbage
dumpsters as a buffer against the strong draft that was constantly blowing
through the alley.

It wasn’t obvious to the eye, and it was by pure
accident that he noticed the loose brick. He had leaned back too suddenly and
bumped his head against the wall. A brick had shifted slightly, making a
grating sound. Out of curiosity, he removed the brick.

There’s something in there,
he thought and he peered into the
hole. He removed a few more bricks, until there was a huge gaping hole.
Somebody had stashed something in the hole, and had covered it with a blanket.
Trevor gently removed the blanket and its contents, and when he unfolded the
material, he almost cried. In the blanket were five bottles of water that
someone had hidden.

Maybe this person will come back for it
, Trevor thought as doubt
crept into his thoughts.
No! How can you ask the Lord for something, and
when He provides, think it’s for someone else?

He liked rebuking himself. It helped him stay focussed.

Thank you, Jesus. I pray that you supply the person
that hid this with equal gifts and opportunities.

Out of faith, he took a big gulp of water from the one
bottle. It wasn’t bitter. In fact, it was the freshest water that he had ever
tasted. He gulped down even more, and before long, had finished two of the five
bottles.
Gotta save the rest for a rainy day,
he thought as he slipped
the remaining bottles into his backpack.
And now I have a blanket too
.

Trevor covered himself with the blanket. Things were
going pretty fine still, but he knew that it would get much worse, very soon.

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-

‘What?’ Malcolm asked. ‘You want to
what
?’

‘You heard right, father,’ Timothy said.

‘You want to destroy a section of Al Jalil?’

‘No, father,’ Timothy said patiently. ‘We want to
destroy
all
of it.’

‘All of it?’

Timothy nodded.

‘But that’s impossible, Tim,’ Malcolm said. ‘We do not
have the ways and means.’

‘Oh but we do,’ Timothy said. ‘We have G.O.D on our
side.’

‘It’s going to take a bit more than faith to destroy Al
Jalil, Tim,’ Malcolm said sceptically. ‘No offence, of course.’

‘None taken,’ Timothy replied and smiled. ‘But I didn’t
just mean God as in our Lord, but G.O.D: Genocide Omega Device.’

‘And that is...?’

‘It’s a thermonuclear fusion bomb that has enough
explosive yield to dwarf the atomic bomb that the Americans used to nuke
Hiroshima.’

‘And where do we get such a device?’

‘We already have it.’

‘We do?’ Malcolm asked. ‘Where did we get it?’

‘Let’s just say that our martyr friend, Benny the Fist,
was...how shall I put it...a very resourceful person.’

‘And you want to use this...G.O.D bomb on Al Jalil?’

‘Correct.’

‘But millions will die.’

‘All of them loyal followers of Victor.’

‘Your mother is there!’

‘Our Lord will protect her.’

‘That’s not good enough!’

‘Father,’ Timothy said. ‘Everything I do, I do by the
guidance of the Holy Spirit. He will not lead me astray, nor will He allow
anything to happen that must not happen.’

Malcolm thought for a while. ‘Is there some way that we
could contact her perhaps? Maybe warn her to get out of the city?’

Timothy shook his head. ‘There is none. Four of our
scouts there have been captured and have perished in the gladiator arenas.’

Malcolm realized the futility of his situation and made
peace with the fact that HaShem had total control over everything. ‘Victor will
come after us with a vengeance,’ he said softly.

‘That is the idea,’ Timothy said.

‘It is?’

Timothy nodded. ‘It is time for prophecy to be
fulfilled. It is time for the final showdown between God’s people and Satan’s
army.’

‘Armageddon?’

‘That’s correct.’

Timothy hated the formality with which he had grown
accustomed to speaking, but he knew that his life had taken a certain course
for a specific reason. He believed that nothing happens by accident, and being
banished by his father was the turning point in his life. He also now knew what
it was that he had to do, and it was just a matter of doing it. God had
entrusted him to lead the men and women into the last battle, and he was going
to do it the best way he knew how.

‘You know,’ Malcolm said after some thought. ‘This
really brings a new meaning to the term: unleashing the wrath of God on the
unbelievers.’

They both chuckled and, for a brief moment, they were
father and son again. There were no boundaries, no ranks, and no formalities.
It was just a boy and his dad, bonding and being together.

‘Sir,’ a scout said as he entered the tent, and
instantly all formalities and barriers were back.

‘What is it, number seven?’

‘We have just received word from our man in Jerusalem,
sir.’

‘Yes...?’

‘All the fresh water supplies in the world have turned
to blood too.’

Timothy turned to the little television screen, and
sure enough, all the freshwater rivers and lakes had also turned to blood.

‘How is the river in the cave?’ Malcolm asked.

‘The river is fine, sir.’

‘Praise the Lord,’ Malcolm said relieved.

‘Now,’ Timothy said after he had dismissed the scout.
‘Let us plan the attack.’

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It was the explosion that woke
Trevor from his sleep. He instinctively felt for his backpack, and was relieved
to feel that it was still there. Another explosion and some people screaming
made him decide that it would be best to get up and pack his blanket away in
his backpack.

He jogged to the end of the alley and squinted as the
late morning sun stung his eyes. He could see fire and billowing smoke, and
people were running and screaming as N-Force officers shot at them with machine
guns. He flinched when one of the bullets whizzed over his head. Trevor decided
that it would be best to leave through the other end of the alley, but when he
turned, he saw an N-Force truck driving toward him.

He had no choice but to run into the chaos that was
ensuing in the streets.

‘Get down!’ someone yelled and Trevor turned in time to
see an Indian man running toward him. The man jumped and tackled Trevor, and
the both hit the concrete with an
oomph!

‘What are you trying to do,’ the man asked, ‘get
yourself killed?’

‘I was trying to get away,’ Trevor said after he
managed to regain his breath.

‘Well, if you don’t keep your head down, you won’t be
going anywhere. Get it?’

Trevor nodded. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked as another
explosion nearby ripped through one of the N-Force vans.

‘Don’t you know?’ the man asked. He had assumed that
Trevor was part of the group that had initially gathered together.

‘No, I don’t.’

‘It’s the water wars. It’s finally broken out in South
Africa now.’

‘The water wars?’

‘Yeah man, you know, the water turning to blood, and
N-Force not wanting to give us some because we don’t have that stupid Shield.’

‘Blood?’

‘Rivers, lakes, you know...’

The man pulled Trevor by the arm and the two of them
ran to a more secure position. The scene was one of a war ridden country
straight from the pages of
National Geographic
. It no longer resembled
the city that he had lived in for most of his life.

‘Anyway,’ the man said as more bullets whizzed through
the air. ‘We decided to unite and ‘convince’ N-Force to give us some water this
morning, but they didn’t want to give it to us because we didn’t have the
Shield.’

‘And they didn’t arrest you?’

‘They wanted to, but then all Hell broke loose.’

‘Who started it?’

‘A few men in the group, I think were Jews or
something; and armed to the teeth!’

‘Where did they get the guns? Weapons have been
outlawed for years now.’

‘No idea.’

Another explosion tore the ground open where Trevor and
the man were hiding only a few minutes ago. Trevor shuddered at the thought of
what might have happened if they decided to stay put.

‘Oh, by the way,’ the man said and extended his hand
toward Trevor. ‘I’m Sumen.’

‘Trevor.’

‘Pleased to make your acquaintance.’