Mosun stormed into the
parking lot outside the complex, mumbling swear words in frustration. She got
crabby anytime Gbenga’s ghost was resurrected in conversations or thought. When
Gbenga had come to her with the proposition that the budding organization had
offered him, she had been supportive of the ill-researched move. She had
convinced Gbenga to become an executive member of the organization and to
endorse it.
Unknown to her, Tiamiyu
and his cronies had ulterior motives and before the wake of a year, Gbenga was
spiralling down the tunnel of decadence. Gbenga started getting materialistic,
toned down the amount of biblical references he made in his songs, transitioned
into inspirational singing and kept late nights.
“Sorry ma,” Benjay said
and kicked Mosun out of her reverie. Mosun stared at the shabbily-dressed being
leaning on her Prius.
“Listen, I don’t have any
change on me right now.” Mosun pressed the unlock button on the remote in her
hand and the car beeped.
“I would be insulted if I
wasn’t here by instruction.” Benjay said, catching Mosun off-guard. She didn’t
expect such polished English from him.
“What do you want?”
“You convinced him to
join the organization and now you feel responsible for his fall and eventual
demise.”
“What?” Mosun looked
round her to be sure the tout was talking to her.
“That’s what you were
just thinking.” Benjay said
Now Mosun was scared but
she tried to act valiant.
“Take your cheap
clairvoyance somewhere else.” She opened her car, slid in, slammed the door
behind her, and pinned the central lock.
Benjay figured he’d
slammed his one chance of getting across to the woman “The Voice” said was
instrumental to the campaign. He had anticipated her reaction. He placed a
sheet of paper on Mosun’s windshield as she reversed the car out of her spot.
She looked up at it and saw 080-ELBENJAY
scribbled on the paper.
“Elion sent me to you.”
She heard Benjay’s muted voice. She spun her wheels, engaged the drive gear and
sped off.
Benjay watched her drive
off like a demented being.
“This is really getting
frustrating,” he muttered. “Did you really ask me to do this or do I need
psychological help?”
***
The nine heads of departments
in the Bureau were seated in the golden room – the only one in the entire
complex. Nobody had any idea why Mackel had summoned all of them here, but
their guts agreed that this was an emergency. Mackel hadn’t called for an
assembly of the heads in the last twelve Zion years. He was seated at the head
of the glass-paneled table, his brooch of authority placed by his arm as was
the custom during emergencies.
“I have summoned this
assembly for the preliminary hearing of an act that is ruled in the edicts as
treason.”
The last word got heads
turning, except Amaziel and Luciel’s.
“That’s not a light word
to use sir,” Remuel, Tephillah
Department’s boss, noted. Tephillah
Department received and processed prayers.
“Reports garnered from
code 234 suggest that Luciel has violated the 7th edict of the
Zionic Codex.”
Silence rocked the golden
room. Several faces turned to question Luciel but he maintained a poker face. He
knew he had finally been caught in his game and the time had come to activate
Luciff’s plan.
Yadiel, Yaddah Department’s boss, was the first
to split the silence. “My department hasn’t received any information in that
regard.”
“I know. I have no idea
why Elion’s Spirit has kept mute on this but Luciel within the last five
earth-years has been usurping Elion’s glory and I suspect he is in cahoots with
Luciff.”
Another wave of shock rocked
the room. It was difficult for the departmental heads to swallow the fact that
one of them was dealing with Luciff. Luciff was the father of traitors, cast to
earth a million Zionic years ago. Before his exile, Luciff was the chief
amongst Elion’s creature, higher in rank than even the elders. In his prime, he
led Zion in the worship of Elion. Then he assumed too much authority and argued
with Elion that creating humanity was a mistake.
At the height of his
foolishness and mutiny, Elion derobed him and cast him out of Zion along with
his cohorts – a third of angels in Zion. From that day, his sole ambition became
the disruption of Elion’s love for humanity. His existence now evolved around his
quest to prove that he had been right all along. He was despised in Zion and
the mere mention of his name brought back memories of the wars that raged when
he and his minions were ostracized.
“I suspect they are
planning--” Mackel continued but he was interrupted by a surge of essence that
filled the room in a matter of Zionic split-seconds. One moment, Mackel was
seated at the head of the golden room glass panel, the next moment he was
standing by it and Jackiel, the Bureau of Life’s Overseer, was seated in his place.
All departmental heads
rose in respect to their superior but no word was uttered.
“From the throne room, I
have been ordered to reassign you, Mackel, Prince of the Bureau of Life, to Inventions,”
Jackiel uttered with clenched teeth. “Henceforth, you are relieved of all
duties and Amaziel of Shammah Department assumes all your duties.” Everyone
watched in confusion but no gestures where made and no questions were asked.
“Let it be to me
according to Elion’s will,” Mackel responded. Then Jackiel vanished, just as he
had appeared, taking his essence with him. Mackel looked round the room at the
confused faces but made no remarks. Then he picked up the golden brooch, walked
over to Amaziel and pinned it on the cape of her white coat.
While everyone watched in
dismay, Mackel walked out of the golden room demoted, deflated, and listless.
However, he registered no complaints. He was confident in the surety of Elion’s
plans. He didn’t have to understand why he was demoted, he just had to obey.
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To be continued
