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Twelve

It wasn't hard to find the church, everyone in the small piss ass town was going there. In fact, buses full of people were leaving from out the front of the disused police station every twenty minutes. So I hoped on and just went with the crowd.

Occasionally a bible basher would throw a disgusted glare at me, I'd reply with the bird. The bird and I go way back, we're rather close friends.

The over-crowded bus took us far outside of town to a church surrounded by crowds of people, there were tents and mobile homes all over the place. I wasn't sure if getting in would be as easy as I hoped it would be.

Twisting in and out of random groups of people, I eventually made my way inside the church, pushing past a particularly large man to do so. In the crowd I could make out the back of John and Zed's heads but I was more focused on the Enochian the preacher was speaking. I was fluent in it because I was a Nephilim, the langue was pre-programed in my head. He was not one of us, with Leonardo I could sense it, this looser was as regular as they come.

"Elasa gohe oresa a a enai siaion," I shouted over the top of the words he spoke. "Elasa gohe oresa a a enai siaion."

The preacher stopped talking. "Who said that?"

"Ol," I replied. The crowd split apart so that everyone could see me. John practically sank into the floor, wanting to look like he wasn't even there. "Do you even know the language that you speak? Or the consequences of speaking such words. The people that you've healed…are they even still alive?"

"Ignore her," John groaned. "She's not all there in the head. Thinks she can speak to God. Doctors say there's no cure for her. Excuse me." He grabbed my arm tightly and yanked me outside.

"Excuse me!" I snapped. "What the hell are you doing? Do you know what language he's speaking? I can speak Enochian without consequence because of obvious reasons, he cannot. This whole town will suffer, John."

"We're working on it," John answered. "Zed, you stay here. I'll show Tessa what's going on. She can meet our new friend Imogen."

"Who?" I frowned.

John and I walked away from the church. He explained to me that the preacher's powers came from a feather that he took from an angel when the angel was taking him to heaven. The angels name was Imogen. John took the two of us to a farming shed well away from prying eyes to where the angel was.

By gosh she was beautiful. I knelt down in front of her and she looked at me. To me it felt like she was drugged, she couldn't focus on me but at the same time she was focused enough to have her eyes widen in fear. "She looks frightened," I frowned.

"Probably of you," Manny answered. "Word gets around quickly."

I glanced up at the angel and sighed. "Why would she be frightened of me? I'm not that scary."

"To an angel you are," John replied. "Nephilim aren't supposed to exist let alone be like you are. We've all been busy of late but what can you tell us about your little adventure in Wonderland?"

"My birth, my whole existence is down to fate," I explained. "I was born to fight the devil."

John snorted. "The devil? You were born to fight the devil?"

"I may have figured out where God is as well," I shrugged, "but I think the end game here is the devil. This rising darkness everyone keeps talking about ends in the release of the devil and demonic freedom on earth for all those in hell." I grabbed John's hand and the two of us were pulled into my vision…

His hand was around my neck, squeezing tightly. His skin was hot to the touch, it burned my flesh as he held me against the wall. "My name is Lucifer," he sneered into my ear. "Lucifer Morningstar. And you, half-breed are going to die."

"Get your hands off my sister!"

Struck from behind, his grip loosened from around my neck. He stumbled back-not what I expected for the devil…he was almost handsome. Part of the charm I suppose. Lucifer turned, fire raged in his eyes as he stared Talia down. Only this wasn't my uniform wearing, thirteen-year-old sister. She was my age. Wearing a flowing white gown, a golden breastplate with matching gauntlets, gripping a sword before her-she had wings…wings of the most beautiful shade of orange I had ever seen. It almost made Talia look like she was on fire.

Lucifer spat on the ground. "Bah! What gives him the right to interfere? He has forsaken you! He did this long ago! This is my world now!"

"You dropped something," Talia deadpanned, handing me our father's sword. "Don't lose it again."

John yanked himself away, the two of us were actually smoking. "Well bloody hell. The devil is the rising darkness. We'll deal with that later, right now we need to deal with the fact that all the people this preacher has healed with the powers of an angel are missing."

"So he's taping into Imogen's powers killing her?" I asked, making sure I was right in my assumption. "I'll look into the people he's healing. The net said there was a guy he healed with one leg?"

John nodded.

"I'll check with him," I suggested. "See what I can get out of him. I'm pretty damn good at getting information out of any man." I looked back to the angel, Imogen. There was something off about her, something I couldn't shake. I was tempted to use what was left of the powers I'd been exposed to but by doing so, I'd burn through it quicker. I spun around and made for the entrance to the barn, turning when I got there. "Oh-Manny my man, fill John in on the fact that God's gone walkabouts and no longer sits in heaven. My father's in charge. So I'm off angel radar."

John turned to Manny. "There's something you're not telling me. Spill, mate."

++++++ Enochian translation:

Elasa gohe oresa a a enai siaion

You talk darkness in the lords temple

Ol

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