THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART II]

… by the time the Dragon realized what had happened… his hordes were under heavy siege… he had been

led right into an ambush… he should have known…

He spun round in time to see a battalion of angels headed towards him in a blaze of glory… their swords drawn… Michael, the prince, led the attack. The dragon spewed forth burning sulphur as he flew to meet them. His move was anticipated because the battalion of angels parted in the middle… flying sideways and his flame of sulphur sped past the split battalion. 

He swung his tail to rip the split half to his right and spun his breath on the half to his left. As he spun his tail, the spikes cut through the magnetic flux field holding the constellation Orion together and the stars flew in every direction. 

This move was to his own detriment because the burning stars flamed through the ranks of his hordes already under attack by the angels. Shrieks of woe broke out in their lines. Ariel who led the battalion annihilating the horde rode the blazing trail of the Nebula, drawn sword slicing through demon slime… 

 “To the Lord Mighty in Battle” He screamed and the host with him returned the call “To the Lord Mighty in Battle” 

Behind the demon horde, the legion in the first cloud cluster led by the beautiful Raphael descended with such brightness that another string of shrieks broke out in the ranks of the dragon’s hordes… they were helmed in by light and the blazing stars spun amongst them… this was sure defeat. 

The Dragon was caught in between battling the battalion of angels attacking him from all angles… flying to the aid of his hordes… or attacking the woman who was close to birthing his nemesis. This moment of hesitation cost him more than he could ever bargain for… 

 Michael swooped under the dragon’s belly, swinging his sabre tooth claymore (about the size of a limousine), just as the woman screamed again. The claymore clanged as it hit igneous scales… split them and swept through fiery dragon flesh… 

The dragon shrieked and growled in anger, pain and confusion… he knew heaven’s host would be waiting but he never anticipated this onslaught. A 3-ton mallet slammed into his chest and the living sulphur was knocked out of him… Jahaziel the ebony angel repeated this motion and the dragon swung his wings in retreat. 

Every other thing could wait… “Get the child and they are at your mercy” he reminded himself… he retraced his flight path back to the sun… the woman screamed again… this time around it was long-drawn and ended in a fainting moan… 

 Then the dragon heard the sound… the wail of majesty… God’s cry in a baby’s voice… divinity in a mortal’s pant… the arrival of greatness… the birth of his nemesis… he swung his wings harder… he had to get to that child before anyone else…

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