Chapter 4
King Judas
The room was quiet with 30 men and women sitting around an immense conference table, waiting. The 30th floor of the skyscraper looked out over the Nashville skyline, and just above the skyline was a permanent, fluorescent sign stretched across two other buildings that said, "Jesus Is Lord and King. Join the Reign of Peace."
Ariel looked at the flashing sign and remarked too loudly, "They make it look like it's a choice, don't they?"
"Silence! No one speaks until our Judas arrives, silence!" a mountainous man spoke sharply to her as well as to any others wanting to speak.
Judas energetically opened the door with great fanfare, and the waiting crowd stood up in a salute of honor. He was one of the first Nephilims born of the new age, born before the Reign of Peace, which made him almost 30. He was polished and professional with an expensive Italian-tailored suit, and his looks were magnetic and handsome. Hell made such good-looking matches with the children of men. He was a half-foot taller than the tallest of them, standing over seven feet—true angelic height.
"Shut those blinds! I don't want to see that garbage if I don't have to!" he shouted as ten people jumped up and raced to close them.
The room was dark now except for the red, pulsating glow of their star eyes. They all learned long ago to use tinted glasses or specially made contacts to hide them. Their red stars became even more prominent the older they were. Their red stars didn't start appearing until they were 20 years old. Because of them, some were driven from their homes or voluntarily went into seclusion to join others of their kind. After awhile, they adapted, compensated, and learned to live with their fiery handicaps. Many started their own secluded schools where they taught the dark arts and wicked sorceries. For the most part, they stayed hidden and unknown to the world. It took the last ten years for them to get organized. It took them only a year to purge their ranks of the unfaithful; those not agreeing to their dark ways and plans. Complete obedience was necessary and required.
"Tell me, my red-eyed friends, how many nuclear devices have we been able to get?" asked Judas as he walked around the table and looked into the eyes of each person while peering into them as if he could read their minds. Their fiery eyes comforted and consoled him. They made him feel powerful and united, and they all felt the bonding.
A beautiful woman with exceptionally dark, black hair stood up to answer while holding a stack of documents, "According to our count, 12. They just discovered that we stole another five. They're so stupid. They still didn't remove what we left before so we went back and finished the job. Just because they belong to Yahweh doesn't make them smart."
"Abele, never say His holy name in my presence. Do you understand?" he screamed, and she fell back into her chair as he jumped on top of the table. He kicked an urn of coffee into her lap, picked her up by her face, looking intently into her eyes, then snapped her neck.
"Abele is my wife, Judas!" a young man yelled while approaching her with tears and rage in his eyes. "Why? Why?"
"You're next, Young Herod! You're next! Leave her be! One of you women stand in his woman's place, now! Surrender yourself to Apollyon's will! Give yourself to Young Herod!"
Abele's twin sister moved quickly between Young Herod and Judas to keep them apart, then shouted, "I'm Jezzz, her sister. I give myself to Young Herod in her place!"
Jezzz grabbed Young Herod and forcefully pushed him away from Judas in a frantic attempt to keep him alive. When she finally got him back far enough, they embraced and tried to comfort each other, both of them weeping into each other in their pain.
She kept saying repeatedly, "No, Young Herod. No. Stay quiet. Let it go. Young Herod, let it go."
Finally, they sat down, curled together in a needful grip as they tried to get their composure, not knowing if they could. It was even more difficult as the bodyguards came to carry Abele's body away.
Judas returned to his end of the table. He watched in silence as everyone sat, not making a sound or moving. Finally, he turned the lights on, which caused their red-stars to shrink slightly. Sometimes, they seemed more like cat eyes the way they reacted to the light.
"Someone bring me the report that, that" he couldn't remember her name.
Jezzz interceded, "Abele."
"Yes, Abele. The report Abele was reading from," he remarked as he grabbed it from the table as it was slid to him. He picked up a napkin and soaked up some coffee from its front page, then thumbed through it.
"How many more do we need?" he asked.
"Hundreds," answered Castro, who was taking notes.
Castro continued, "Jerusalem is okay with five. We only have five priest replacements completed, anyway. We need the additional nukes for the abyss."
"I want to do both, but which one is the easier mark?" asked Judas, knowing the answer.
"If we try to destroy the Glory Throne, with Him in it, and blow up Fernandian to release our brothers from the abyss, it may take thousands, not hundreds, certainly not just a few."
"If we just take out their King, how many will it take?" Judas asked with his eyes closed while trying to figure what would be best, again, knowing the answer.
"We may only need what we have, five. But, one could take care of it. We were just making sure, that's all," answered Castro.
"What is the point in murdering their King if we can't take over?" Judas asked pointblank.
Another Nephilim stood slowly and bowed slightly to Judas, "My name is Pilate." It was more an introduction to the others, not to Judas. "It may be that the one-two punch of Jerusalem and the abyss may be enough to do the job. Jerusalem can distract them just enough so they don't notice what's going on. Judas, don't you think, if we do a good job of placing the nukes at the abyss, we can give our brothers a good chance of escaping? After all, we don't want to blow the whole volcano up, but just a big enough hole to let them escape."
Judas replied, "Well, I'd like to suggest that we go ahead and amass as many nukes as possible. I'll take care of how the nukes are placed at the abyss. They'll be exactly where we need them, even with what we have. Trust me. I also have a way to synchronize the explosions. Pilate, your suggestion of a distraction is exactly what will happen. They'll be so busy picking up the Jerusalem pieces that they'll never notice what's going on at Fernandian until it's too late, trust me," he said again but didn't elaborate, and no one asked.
"Master Judas, sir," a beautiful black lady spoke while leaning towards his end of the table and wanting to be heard and seen.
"What is it, Cobrata?" Judas responded. He knew her too well. She was his favorite companion over the last five years.
She smiled knowingly at him, "We've been infiltrated."
"How, how can that be? That's impossible!" he replied in shock.
"No, it's not. Nephilims are Nephilims. We can't tell whether someone is a dark or light Nephilim until they reach 20 years old. That's when our eyes change. Most of us meet in college. We just recognize that we're connected, somehow. We feel it when we are around each other. However, we can't tell which side we're from until our eyes change. We were all just too young to this thing to know any better. Unknown to us, there were Nephilims who weren't dark Nephilims. When they joined our clubs, we talked openly about our feelings, not knowing what we were doing. It was before we really discovered who and what we were. There were some light Nephilims who know about us, and how many of us there are, at least ten years ago. They were sent mailing lists years ago as part of being members."
"Mailing list! A Nephilim mailing list? Are we idiots or what?" Judas' voice reached a painful pitch. "How many of these light Nephilims could there be?"
"We don't know. There could be just a couple, but there could be hundreds or thousands."
"I was not aware of this! How come it was a secret?" he yelled this time.
"We just discovered it. There were several sets of twins whose eyes went to white stars when they reached 30. They must have been bor
n way before the Day of the Dragon. They don't develop as fast as we do. We didn't know until it was too late. We've already taken care of them and have been on the lookout for more, since. We just figured that they were late bloomers. We don't have a manual on this stuff, you know."
"Twins, too! They're more like us than I thought. How many of you are twins?" he asked, knowing the answer, but looking around anyway, seeing everyone with their hands raised.
He continued, "We've been purging our ranks with a dark hesed already. We need to account for every Nephilim in our ranks. Anyone whose eyes didn't change by the time they're 21 is dead. It's as simple as that." After snapping his fingers, he asked "How many members are in our ranks, now?"
"A hundred thousand of us, nationwide, a million worldwide. Why?" asked Pilate.
"If we have the lists, then we just contact each of those on the list and have them report to us. I have a better idea. Anyone whose eyes didn't change after age 20 is all suspect. Find out who they are and set up teams to follow them. They could lead us to others. Why do we want to kill a couple when we could get the whole lot of them? I don't want to kill just a couple freaks. As I said, I want to kill them all. They are our worst enemy right now."
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