FIREBALLS [PT III]

Balrog knew that deep within the covers of the floating slush vapors in the intergalactic nexus, Zion's host

was concealed... awaiting YHWH's perfect timing to be manifested... No one in Hades could anticipate their moves... no one knew when they moved, but when they passed through a situation, even the blind could tell that Zion had moved.... 

"Draw" he raged again...and the dark-hoary nexus was filled with an amber glow from the sulphur coated weapons of Hades-tech. Balrog squinted as he searched the realm for any sign of Zion activity... nothing...

Down at Mt Carmel... the exhausted and haemorrhaging prophets of Ba'al crawled down the altar they had erected... barely gasping... And Elijah thought "Why was Jezebel not here to witness this?" 

"Pour 400 litres of water on this altar" He called out to the 12 Jews that stood behind him while pointing at the broken altar he had rebuilt with twelve stones representing the 12 tribes of Israel... 

"Again"... the twelve obeyed... "And Again"... The twelve kept at it until a stream trickled down the groves of the altar.... 

As Elijah opened his mouth to call on YHWH... directly above Mt Carmel, in Polara... 12 bolides according to the tribes of the Israel tore through Balrog's ranks... 

As screams sunk in throats and sulphur disappeared in translucent veneers, Raphael and his battalion ripped off the cloak... rent the dark-hoary nexus with thunderous glory... gleaming broadswords, grinding lances... beautiful rapiers, adamantium scimitars and igneous poleaxes... blazing sabre-tooth claymores and tower-sized dirks... 

The raid resembled a future epic... yet it was nothing compared to the return of the SON... the Armageddon... whatever minion had escaped the broiling kisses of the riled bolides beheld a beautiful death descend with glorious wings... To them, this would definitely be valiant death... death at the edge of a Zion weapon... even at something so mean, Zion looked cool... 

Raphael x-rayed Balrogs position and realized that he was heading down to Mt Carmel... Raphael chased after with two lieutenants riding the blaze of light that trailed his sweep... 

"He's mine" Raphael uttered without breaking his glorious sweep... "Return to the decimation above" The lieutenants retraced their flight paths just as the first bolide tore through the slush of Polara heading for Mt. Carmel....

Soon after, another bolide followed... with every passing bolide... the intergalactic nexus felt lighter... Apparently, Tamimel had formulated the bolides' heat to convert Polara's slush to vapours... These vapours trailed the bolides until they entered earth's atmosphere and gathered as clouds in the sky awaiting the declarations of prayer by Elijah for rain after 3 years of respite...

Balrog noticed the bolide head for Mt Carmel and perceived calamity... He looked up and saw a streak of light heading down from beyond the fast fading Polara... Raphael.... Why won't these overzealous angels just leave us be...? we messed up no doubt... but we are strung to the commands of our hot-headed Field Marshal... we don't fight Zion of our own volition...

The Last Part drops this weekend...