B. Tower

The War of Angels: a Novel B. Tower

When the celestial sky darkened with the coming night, the horsemen bedded their red-scaled steeds. The workers hastened to the rear to make camp. The soldiers girded their armor tighter, and Lucifer looked to the golden ramparts of the city of God. All was silent. No sign of any angelic enemy had they seen. No cry or call had been heard Then Lucifer strode to the center bridge and summoned a banshee to come to him. The apparition obeyed and entered Lucifer through his mouth, thereby rendering all his words to resonate with extreme fright upon all hearers of his proclamation. "The Lord of Heaven has returned and all this land that is rightfully mine, I now take back." Darkness now shrouded the walls of Zion completely, and there was no sign of life from the walls and ramparts. Yet the air of the valley was heavy with fear and enmity. Then Lucifer crossed the center bridge and laid his horned hands on the graven figure of the Cherubiim. He cast it down unto the ground, and it shattered into pieces. The demonic armored horde squealed in hellish delight and, prompted now by his own bold desecration of holiness, Lucifer howled across the expanse of Heaven. No mortal man could have survived its sheer terror.