Chapter Fourteen

The men of the village were afraid. They went to God to ask for forgiveness and help with the angels that took over their home. Some of the men had been savagely beaten and killed by the angels, many of them moved away.

Every night they gathered in the sacred garden and prayed, looking for guidance and someone to avenge them. Until one night, the answer came. They were told to be patient, that help was on the way.

Lead by the archangel Michael, the cavalry came, like thieves in the night, ready to gather all the angels to imprison them.

One hundred mighty men with wings, descended on the village; some with swords, others with bow and arrows, all of them adorned with golden armor. They looked like giants as they stood over the men of the village.

The fallen scattered, trying to hide themselves and their children. The sirens were left to fend for themselves. The fallen angels were more concerned with protecting themselves and their legacy.

Raphael was the last to arrive, having been given special instructions to carry out. He stood twenty feet tall with blazing armor and golden wings. He had platinum hair the length of his shoulders that flowed with the wind. His eyes the color of silver.

He was commanded to bind Azazel, hand and foot, and cast him in the deepest hole. He was to never see light until his day of judgment.

God gave Semjaza the charge over the angels, but Azazel was secretly running things in the background. He had powers of manipulation of his own. He was more adamant about violating God's law.

The battle began and Michael went after Semjaza first. He was to bind him and his associates for seventy generations in the valley's of the deepest part of Earth. On the day of judgment, they would be thrown in the abyss of fire to be tormented for their crimes against God.

The battle only lasted an hour, but it left nothing but destruction in its wake. Most of the houses were burned down, the animals ran off, but the two hundred angels had finally been captured.

The archangels chained the fallen and the earth opened up. A hole, the size of a crater, formed in the middle of the village, giving them room to throw the fallen in. The sirens and spawns remained in the village awaiting their fate.

Amongst the men who prayed was Noah. His wife was the only woman in the city who wasn't fooled by the angels and remained pure in God's eyes.

Noah and his family were given a warning that a flood was coming to wipe out all the sirens and their children. God wanted every piece of their existence to be eradicated from the face of the Earth. Noah was to tell the suffering men of the village and get them out before the rain began.

Obeying His orders, Noah went to the men the next day and told them an angel of the Lord warned him of the flood. The men didn't want to believe him. Since the fallen angels had been captured, they wanted to remain in the land and stay with the sirens.

Noah began building an ark to transport his family away from the village. While he was hard at work, the men and sirens began to ridicule him and his family. There hadn't been rain in the village for a long time. It was the worst drought anyone had seen.

He continued to build while the villagers joined in merriment. They too began to disobey God's will.

The night before the ark was finished, the archangel, Uriel, came to Noah once more and told him God was gathering two of each animal to accompany them on the ark. Noah agreed and made haste to finish before the rain began.

Alone, away from the others, Helena had a strong feeling that something was about to happen. Her vision was hazy, but she decided to go with her instincts. She quickly made preparations to leave the country and travel as far as she could.

Knowing she had the gift to see the future, some of the sirens heeded her warnings and begged her to take their children with her. They gave her whatever she wanted to ensure their safety.

Helena agreed to this, knowing they would be needed in the future. She shielded ten of the spawns and began the journey with them the morning of the flood.

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