Continued...
Elion, via the Bureau of Life, had assigned
Luciel to initiate the halal campaign,
so that spiritual licence could be availed for that apostolic move but Luciel
had usurped the privilege.
The halal campaign
was simple – get pockets of worshippers across the federation to offer up
chants of praises to Elion. This praises translated to glory which was stored
in Yek’hadar department in the Bureau
of Life. This glory would then be metamorphosed into power at the Hapha department and sent back to the
Nigeria for the apostolic revival.
Prayer would have
been easier to translate, but since the fall of Ad’ahm in the garden, very few
humans could pray sincerely without poisoning the prayers with doubt. And
poison had no storage in Zion. The only time the greater percentage of humanity
reached out to Zion in “unpoisoned”,
unadulterated, and sincere yearning was when it "worshiped" or praised.
Luciif had gotten
wind of the plan and had sent battalions to disrupt the peace in the nation,
stir up chaos and enthrone a despicable president who will sell the soul of the
nation to evil, such that rancour and bitterness would reign. Once bitterness
had the better hand, praise would be impossible. Balrog, Luciff’s Archangel,
was making a brilliant affair out of defeating the angels of light.
Yazael, having
witnessed the onslaught that Hades was serving the brazen ones of Zion, had
contacted Luciel, the department boss for Barakh’alal,
and sought help; the angels fighting in Quadrant 1 needed power. Luciel
explained to him that to garner power, they needed to stir up praise, but not
to Elion. Elion would distribute the glory that arrived at Yek’hadar evenly within the Bureau of War. He convinced Yazael that
if he needed to rise quickly in the ranks and decimate the hordes in the
section allotted to him, they had to usurp glory.
They were here to
secure grounds for the worship service ensuing in twenty-three earth minutes.
The church’s worship leader was on Luciel’s talent-roll.
Yazael convinced
several members of his battalion to go along with the plan. Unknown to them,
everything worked together for Elion’s purpose.
Yazael sped
across the expanse between the two buildings, and arrived on the office complex
with Messuel trailing the blaze of glory that followed him. They scanned the
whole roof but saw nothing.
“There’s no one
here boss,” Messuel spoke.
“I smell lilies-in-the-morning,”
Yazael replied.
Under the cloak,
Huntoel glared at Sanctiel in exasperation. Even after he had warned Sanctiel
not to use his scent, the naïve angel had carried his elixir bottle on a
reconnaissance. Mackel would yet have given Huntoel the most difficult mission
in his entire carrier. Not the mission of investigating Luciel, but training
the nepios on the job.
Sanctiel
apologized as best he could without moving or uttering a word.
“Could be one of
these humans, exploring the spiritual.” Messuel tried to reason with Yazael
“This is from
Zion.” Yazael muttered, gliding across the expanse of the roof.
“Have you heard
about the cloak before?”
“I have never
seen one.” Messuel replied.
Under the cloak,
Sanctiel’s eyes popped as Yazael hovered over his stomach.
Yazael dipped his
hands into the tip of his scimitar sheath and retrieved a gust of powder.
Huntoel realized
it was the sneezing elixir used to hunt hidden scums from Hades and
quickly covered Sanctiel’s nose. Seasoned angels had been trained to withstand
the sting.
Yazael sprayed
the elixir and Messuel sneezed uncontrollably. Yazael sprayed it again but only
Messuel sneezed. Yazael dusted his hands on his glowing wings and turned to
blaze off.
“Be on the
lookout from now on.” He said to Messuel who was still sneezing. “And confirm
that Demiel has retrieved the vial from Mosun’s apartment.”
To be continued
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