Chapter Eleven
The main angel pressed his hand to Gwyneth's forehead and she passed out. She hung limp suspended in the air between the two angels.
Jack raced forward, "Leave her alone."
"Deal with him," the main angel cried.
The congregation rose and those closest to Jack grabbed hold of him.
"They are all under the spell," Gwen whispered.
"Are you with me my Children?" the main angel asked.
"We are as one," they said together.
"We shall go forth and spread the word. What will happen to those who resist?"
"They will die," the people in the church chorused.
Jack struggled against his captors, but they seemed to have inhuman strength.
"We shall start with those amongst us," he said indicating the rest of the team.
Unable to escape they were captured by seeming normal people with super human strength given to them by whatever was possessing them.
"She grows weaker," one of the junior angels said.
"Good, the weaker she grows the stronger I become. Place her on the altar," he said landing and sweeping the altar's furnishings away. They placed Gwyneth on the altar. The main angel produced a large glowing knife which he raised above her.
"No," Gwen said managing to break away from her captors.
The main angel didn't look her way but he simply held his hand up to Gwen and a bolt of energy shot out of his palm and knocked her to the ground unconscious.