FIREBALLS [PT II]

"Scum" Raphael spat as his adamantium scimitar and the weapons of his battalion sparked lightnings of

heavenly wrath and pierced the chilly cloak... this very intergalactic nexus - Polara, was the coldest region in the heavenlies... no amount of heat could swim through this thick glob of molten slush... the word "chilly" undermined the veracity of the freezing intentions of this zone - nothing hot could pass through...

This was the reason why all the hellish flame mechanics that Balrog and his hordes had released from here could not descend to Mt Carmel. 

Approximately six hours earlier, at the foot of Mt Carmel as Elijah challenged the prophets of Ba'al to a battle of fire; Luciff had assigned Balrog and his minions to Polara with the best of flame mechanics that Ba'alim could muster in Hades' meta-labs. Ba'alim, Tamimel's former protege, was Hades' meta-scientist, who had defected with Luciff eons to date. 

When Balrog and his minions landed the frozen slush, every blazing flame mechanics that they arrived with were snuffed out like proverbial "Candles in the wind"... what was left of the mechanics resembled sulphur surds wound into round blacksmith anvils... 

As the mechanics whined down to incomprehensible drawls, Balrog could feel his minions' courage shrivel to pea-sized hopes for a truce-call... Zion never called for truces with Hades... Zion always won... and Balrog wondered why Luciff would not just quit with his hot-headedness 

Balrog stared down Mt Carmel at the four hundred and fifty prophets of Ba'al ripping their skins and bleeding every known vein... weeping for the flames he knew would never descend through Polara... He almost felt pity for them, yet the torture that awaited himself and his minions for failing the mission froze the black patch lodged where his heart should be... 

These unreasonable idiots were the cause of the hellish torture that awaited him... if only they had acceded that YHWH was God, he wouldn't be cringing in fear of the impeding persecution by the fangs of Luciff's hell hounds... Woe unto these fools... if he was to be ripped... then they too would partake in that communion tonight in Hades... 

Yet, he could not show his fear before the minions... Luciff could not know that he had backed down without even attempting the mission... 

"Let it rain..." He screamed at the top of his voice, but no one moved... they all knew this would be futile... "General" Bikal, his sergeant at arms whispered "the Flame mechanics are almost snuffed".... Balrog swung his platinum bayonet and Bikal was nothing but gurgling sulphur... 

"Anyone has other opinions?"... Balrog raged... 

Without another word... every quaternion Lieutenant ordered the release of the flame mechanics.... As they were released, the remaining embers of flickering heat turned to ice before they even touched the first layer of Polara... 

Now what? Balrog thought...

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