Chapter 18
French Nephilims
Young Herod arrived in Paris just before three that afternoon, the same day as his visit with Monsieur Arakiba. He felt a certain lighter spirit, even an optimism about his mission. After today, all he needed was to make the British contact and get the list. He hadn't figured out how he would do it, but he knew he would. Joseph was his ace. He felt that Joseph would make sure it happened; although, he'd let him do most of the work.
This time, the French Ambassador sent a car for him; and as he walked into the airport from the plane, a short little Frenchman with an enormous moustache greeted him, (a sign in his hand said, "Greetings Joe," then in very small letters only a Nephilim could read. It said, "Young Herod in Jesus' name.")
"I'm Joe," he said to the little man as he stooped to shake his hand. "You are the Count?"
"You seem be doing better with me than with our friend Arakiba. Keep up the good work. The longer you learn to stay like that, the easier it will get. Come with me, please. My brother is waiting at the embassy."
"Your brother. You can't be," he exclaimed, looking down at him.
He whispered to him, pulling him along by his sleeve, "Just because we're short, doesn't mean we can't be Nephilims. Humans come in all sizes too. Our father is Little Ahaz. He's a dark angel who looks just like a little boy. Never underestimate his size, and neither should you ours."
"I'm sorry," he apologized as he got into the white Bentley's backseat.
"Remember King David? He took down Goliath. Goliath was one of the most famous dark Nephilims!" he curtly reminded him.
"Okay, I give. How long is it going to take to get there? I have another flight in two hours. The Old Badger, according to Arakiba."
"According to all of us. He's a very dangerous man. I wouldn't be in such a rush to meet him. Do not trust him. If Judas were living in Europe, the Old Badger would already have murdered him. He's in control no matter what anyone says. It's just around the next corner," he replied as he pointed to the top of an old church steeple.
"A church? You have your offices in a church?" he asked again, astonished at the thought.
"An old church that has known far more terrible murders than you'll ever know. The Old Badger thinks that the history of the Nazi's killing 500 people in it are the reason we took it over. Got him fooled. We have our own services from time to time. Come, get out, and let's hurry. Don't want to miss your flight."
As he walked through the doors of the church, Young Herod felt quietness in his heart. He felt holiness around him; and even the darkness of his Nephilim blood didn’t stop it. He sighed, wishing he could feel this way all the time. He walked to the front of the church and looked at a large crucifix hanging above some floor-to-ceiling organ pipes that hadn't played in almost a hundred years. They had been riddled with Nazi bullets, which passed through the 500 church members. They called them sympathizers, but they were Nephilims. Nephilims who met to plot against one of their own kind gone too far, Hitler.
"Wait a minute. Can I sit here for a minute? I'd just like to enjoy the peace and quiet for a second," Young Herod asked, after seeing his escort nod "yes."
"I'll be back in a couple of minutes with my brother. We can meet here if you like," he said and ran off excitedly to get him.
Young Herod bowed his head and thought he could hear his heart cracking from his desire to become a believer. He wanted to give his life to the Lord, but he still didn't know how. He also remembered the warning about not being a new believer around the Old Badger.
"I will become a believer, Lord. It's coming. I will let you change me. I can't wait," he spoke secretly to himself.
Minutes later, the little twins walked out into the chapel while motioning Young Herod not to get up. One of the counts came directly to him, grabbed his hand, and spoke softly, "I sense that you will be joining us soon. You have a tender heart, Young Herod. I welcome you in advance."
"Thank you," he whispered back, thankfully. "Arakiba said it was dangerous to be a new believer around the Old Badger. I'm trusting he was correct. That will change once I have the list. I promise you," he replied with tears welling up in his eyes while wanting more than ever to do it now.
"I believe you, my new friend. God believes you too. You'd better give me the CDs, and I will be right back. Help me, little brother," he said to his brother.
As they walked away, one of the counts said to Young Herod, "The Bentley is waiting. You must not be late for Britain. He'd kill you, then worry about the ramifications. He is crazy—absolutely mad. He is directly responsible for the murders here. He reported us to the Nazis’ himself. He worshiped Hitler like a god. It was a bloody betrayal of our own kind."
The little counts came back moments later with the newly sealed CDs. After little more than a couple hugs, Young Herod walked with them to the waiting Bentley. Twenty minutes later, he was back in the airport. He bought another new shirt from the gift shop and was waiting in the airport lounge for his flight to leave.
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Abigail Snapshot
Abigail got Jezzz up early. They both hurried around cleaning up the Abigail mess until almost noon. The pups were very uncomfortable, not having all the newspapers around so Abigail put them out on the gated back porch.
"They may be from Nicodemus' loins, but they sure can get in the way. Anyway, let's go shopping this afternoon. Do you know how long it's been since I've been to the Washington Mall?"
"Too long?" she answered,
"Yes, too long," she laughed, then picked up a cookie jar and pulled out a large roll of silver certificates as big as a truck.
"You saving for a rainy day?" asked Jezzz.
"What else does someone do at my age? When you go to Sewanee, I'm going with you. My girls will have a hard time with all this. The decisions they have to make are family decisions. I need to be there for them. We're all that's left, and those dumb pups," she said, then heard the pups growling at her through the back porch screen door.
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