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CHAPTER ONE

New York 11th September 2001

His Satanic Majesty and the Angelic host

Albeon demon over Persia was in trouble, he knew it he had dallied over long with a matter of small importance. Now as he rushed to join his stannic majesty he knew that his master would be in a devil of a mood. At the portals of Hell the hordes of demons and the Devil waited. Albeon appeared in there smoky midst. “Fool where have you been" roared the Devil his face a fearsome red glare. ”Apologies master I was busy with a matter that needed my urgent attention” Albeon lied. “You would make a mockery of me on this most important day!” stormed the Devil "No majesty I beg your pardon" said the demon. “Enough it is time we were gone there are many who are to enter these accursed portals today and I do not want to keep them waiting” said the Devil. As he began to fade on his command the Albeon and the waiting hordes began to fade into the smoke, their mission to reap the unrepentant souls who were about to die and to show the world who was master. The tower was already burning when the hordes of demons arrived, the Devil’s first act of business was to head to the section on the side of the building which was burning. Here he began to command the smoke and fire to thin and thicken until displayed in the smoke and falling debris was the very image of the evil one. From deep within the smoke his satanic majesty spoke “I command here” he said "Demons, I command you do my biding go forth to every floor above the fires and posses those souls who are weak who despair, go forth posses them and make them long for death. Make them to cast themselves to the ground below that the harvest might begin” The smoke swirled, the wind threatened to blow away the face of the devil, he re-established his dominion over the smoke and flames, his image restored for all the world to see a terrible witness to the power of evil. In the streets below the people were fleeing the terror that reigned above, the dust swirled about soon those possessed who had given up their hope for despair began to fall or jump from the windows, the demons screaming in glee at each lost soul they took captive. Somewhere in the midst of the building someone was praying now, here too the angles hovered above waiting to take the faithful home yet they did not approach. Their mission was to take the faithful without displaying the awesome might of there master. His Satanic Majesty had his attention arrested for a moment by two souls who did not seem to belong either to him or the One above, in eternal struggle being reborn phoenix like from the ashes. The portals of Hell now wide open to receive their victims, the souls of the lost, open wide that all who so wished could fall straight into hell. It seemed that Evil was wining the battle against good as more and more souls, their bodies destroyed, now entered hell a future of eternal torment awaiting them. Yet even at this time some who had served the One above and had died in the explosions were even now beginning to rise heavenward to the waiting hosts of Angles who watched but did not interfere. The Saints of Heaven above. Rising as they did so angered his satanic majesty that he order up from hell below more flames and heat to destroy the buildings faster less more repent and rise heavenward. To melt the strength from the building faster with in the buildings the fires raged to frenzy. A soul who’s faith in Allah was strong fought off the demons who were leading him to the portals of hell the soul began to rise steadily gaining speed “Albeon attend that soul he's mine” roared the Devil. Hurriedly the form of Albeon appeared from the mindst of the burning building his wings extended. Now he rose sweeping a vast cloud of smoke and dust after the soul which he caught in his mouth and drew back to the portal, the victim fighting all the while not yet realizing that his hope of paradise was in vain for he had served a dead god. For a moment his satanic majesty contemplated the two souls who still fought below. Now as they separated he bethought himself to again an advantage and take one or both of them. Commanding a host he tore after one of them yet at this time the Angelic host from above dispatched warriors their swords drawn after him. “Touch not this man for it is not his time” commanded the angel Gabriel, a fearsome look on his face as he stood over the fallen man. “Is he not a soul who has fallen from the building above” enquired the Devil? “This soul is reserved of the Lord now leave him be” replied the Angel the light of Gods Justice shining through his eyes. The Devil drew back, defeated in this one, returning once again to the side of the building. In a blink of an eye he once more made his presents felt in the smoke and debris All around the hordes of hell began to gather, they knew their time for the great gathering of this days harvest now did fast approach. Slowly the first building began to disintegrate down, below the streets were filled with the wail of sirens as more emergency personnel arrived, hurrying to their deaths. Slowly, ever so slowly, the building began to fall its strength now completely gone. Within the falling mass the demonic hordes darted to and fro collecting a soul here passing over one there who was heaven bound. Now the demonic hordes screamed with delight as more and more unrepentant souls they did obtain. In the smoke and falling debris the image of many demons now was clearly visible to see, yet still the sons of man did not see for they were to caught up in this tragedy. It would be some days before those watching the images of the disaster would see within the mess the face of the Devil and those of his minions. At the portals of hell the demons began to furiously torment the lost to move faster with instruments of unspeakable fear. They moved the lost sons of man to their eternal damnation. While high above the angelic host did wait collecting those souls which rose there way. Now that the first building laid a vast burning ruin buried deep within the building, the last vestiges of vehicles which had rushed to the scene of the disaster forever,melted as so much scrap iron. Now his satanic majesty turned his attention to the second building, here to he formed his face in the midst of falling debris smoke and flames his hellish countenance displayed for all the world to see and wonder at his might, for he of course is the God of this world, and it is his prerogative when he will display his power to his subjects. The heat of the fires deep with in the building now began to build his majesty, no longer interested in taking his time he wanted the souls of the dammed and he wanted them quickly, for time is short before he to will be called to his final account before the judge of us all the Lord above. Within the building now burning hotly, the Devil sensed the fear now growing as those trapped in the building began to realize there was no hope their hope dyeing in there breasts. They were now filled with despair some crying out “why, why, why I am to young to die.” All these cries he heard yet unmerciful as he was he delighted in their despair he relished it. It gave him a sense of power for which he longed “I command here” he repeated to himself knowing it to be a lie, for the Lord above would not have allowed him to command if he had not so ordained it. From deep with in the building the spiritual forces began to notice a number of the sons of man praying, this was not good his satanic majesty for he could hear them praying. These however were not praying for deliverance from the flames of this world but repenting of there sins and asking the Holy one to inhabit their hearts, for they prayed now to be delivered from the flames of the world beyond. "No, no, NO" roared the devil summoning all his evil hordes he began to envelope the building bringing darkness to the face of the crumbling building, for he knew he was losing the battle yet the more he swirled about the building the more the sons of men within began to pray. Summoning up his last reserve of flames and heat from hell below to complete the destruction of the building “Hear me minions of hell attend me now make manifest your loyalty to me and destroy this building gather all that you can but make no mistake make sure that those children of Mankind know I am master here." Albeon rose from low on the debris filled street as the building slowly began to fall as the demons attacked it. He summoned all his power for this final display of fearsome awe rising from the dust of the falling building the image of Albeon was plain to see, his wings folded, a look of absolute satisfaction on his demonic face. Now began the final gathering of the lost as the Angelic host drew near to reunite those few who had committed their lives to Christ, once more to their eternal rest and their Lord. Now as the building began to gather momentum, once more the demonic hordes began to dart among the falling debris snatching a soul here another there. The voices of the demons and minions raised in evil joy as they gathered the harvest of lost souls. The clouds of dust and smoke raising to the heavens, the images of the demonic host now putting a final experience. Now turning back to the portals of hell the evil hordes began to move, gathering the last of the lost souls, the portal beginning to close. His satanic majesty being the last to enter those accursed gates: turning once more he looked heavenward with a look of fearsome anger at the angelic host. Angry beyond words at those who had escaped his grasp, angry at the power which the Angelic host held over him, angry that so many of the children of mankind had escaped his power. Then turning once again he entered as the gates of hell closed. Now the angelic host descended and stood for some moments on the ruins of the towers, a vast mountain of rubble criss crossed with thousands upon thousands of pieces of metal which once made up part of the buildings. Now they stood among the rubble in the form of thousands of crosses, a miraculous testimony to the power of the Lord, who even in this tragedy bore out the witness of his crucifixion, a stark hope for all mankind. Now the Angelic host and the souls of those who believed in him who were slain for their sins began to rise in a cloud of glory to the heavens, excitement at their first meeting with their Lord clearly showing on the faces of those who had been slain this day. Joyful in expectation of hearing those words "enter into thy rest my faithful servant." New York 11th September 2001 Samuel picked himself up of the asphalt. All around him was devastation. The towers over head were in flames, it had been some 25 minutes since the first plane had slammed into the World Trade center. Hurriedly he crossed the small distance which divided him from the place where he had been resurrected and the hotel. On entering the hotel the chaos which he had seen outside was duplicated on a smaller scale, he made his way through the lounge to the lifts. They were not working. Turning to the stair well he was confronted by guests hurrying down to escape the disaster that loomed, it had become apparent in the last few minutes that the drama that was unfolding outside would have world wide repercussions. He climed the stairs against the flow of human traffic to the seventh floor, opened the door to his room he crossed quickly to where his suit case lay: he picked it up and left the room.

Down stairs again he wondered about paying the bill but there was no one behind the desk, so he left the key on the counter and left the building. The dust which was swirling around caught in his chest visibility was at an all time low. He began walking in the direction in which most people were now running, a number of emergency vehicles were now on scene; a paramedic stopped him "Are you okay?" the man said "Yes" replied Samuel, wondering why he had been asked. " Geez mister you sure don’t look okay" said the man. Samuel at that moment looked down at his clothing; for the first time he noticed that like most people he was coated with a thick layer of yellow dust but what the man was referring to was the fact that the clothes that Samuel was wearing were also covered in large amounts of blood. "Its not mine" said Samuel "I tried helping someone back there" said Samuel pointing towards the towers, now half a block away. "Okay Mister" said the paramedic with a grim smile on his face. Samuel walked on, he turned in the direction of the Hudson river and it took him a while to get there, when he reached the river he turned and looked across the wide bay towards the statue of Liberty. The sight that met his eyes was one of absolute horror the sky line was bathed in a plume of smoke several miles long. The statue Lady Liberty standing resolutely as the smoke drifted in her direction unaware she stood proclaiming liberty while the greatest disaster that the city had ever known was happening.

Here the panic was less bad, quickly he found a cab and asked to be taken to the airport. "I don’t know mister" said the taxi driver "The radio says all aircraft across the country have been grounded" in the typical accent of the Bronx. "Well then take me to a hotel, any hotel" he said. "Okay mister" said the taxi driver pulling away from the curb. He needed time to think. One thing he was sure of was that William Longmont needed to be destroyed or he would continue to kill and destroy, it was his nature to kill and destroy. He had been at it for so long that Samuel knew that the man no longer had a soul, one could not see as much killing as Longmont had seen and not change either for the good or for the bad

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