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Table of contents.
Chapter one. MUMMY IN CHURCH
Chapter two. SIGNS
Chapter three. THE KING’S COUNCIL
Chapter four. THE NURDORESS
Chapter five. THE CONSPIRACY AT GALADROSIA
SYNOPSIS
In the past one hundred years over two thousand deaths had been recorded in which a little black totem was found beside the victims, forensics showed the victims had died of accidents or natural complications. To many the deaths were either a hoax, spiritual or accidental in nature as there had never been proven any connections between the victims.
When a four thousand year old mummy appears on a church altar with another totem beside it, DNA reports prove it to be a priest who was alive the previous day. FBI special agent Rice a man with zero believe in the supernatural but an expert in solving supernatural cases must solve the mysterious circumstances surrounding the case.
His investigations reveal a secret bloody war between two secret societies, the Knights of Babylon and the Watchers for global supremacy. The knights of Babylon had gone diabolic, with the aid of a voodoo priest codenamed “the Black Pope” who had roused an ancient Babylonian mystic codenamed “the Black Ghost” to carry out spiritual assassinations on the Watchers, murders that mystifies and defies conventional forensic means to solve.
Rice teams up with a pretty Watcher, a woman bent on revenge from her past assigned to spy on him, a woman he is beginning to have feelings for. The course of his investigations takes him from the shores of America to the hut of a Voodoo priest deep in the jungles of Nigeria. To the most secret vault of the Vatican beneath the Pope's bedchamber, to a secret crypt beneath the Church of the Holy Apostle (Fati Camil) in Istanbul in search of the elusive Knights of Babylon, as he escapes the Black Ghost. Unknown to him that the course of events had been prophesied over two thousand five hundred years ago.
PROLOGUE
The church bell tolled for the 12th time tonight, father Pirlo knelt before the altar saying his prayers, before him a golden crucifix hung over a purple scarlet covering between two candles. The solemn atmosphere of the church in the midnight was shattered by the cracking and clattering sounds of things been scattered. The priest continued his prayers, the sound came again, this time it was apparent something was rendering havoc in his sanctum
The priest hurriedly concluded his prayers with the sign of the cross, and slowly retreated towards his office where the noise had not ceased. He touched the door knob and froze before opening it. There was only one entry the window and it was too little even for an average size burglar to get in through, and had burglary proof bars.
Father Pirlo opened the door, the room was dark and ghostly quiet, the light that streamed in through the door showed a little of the damage perpetuated in his absence. He gulped; his trembling hands reached for the switch on the wall, clicked it and in the illumination that resulted his once meticulously arranged office was in a horrendous mess. His liturgical books and garments were heaped on the ground, the shelves and cabinets broken and tossed everywhere in the mayhem.
“What in God’s name happened here?” He asked himself in utter astonishment, his heart palpitating furiously against his rib cage. He knelt to pick the littered books, when the light bulb above faltered; perhaps something was wrong with the old electrical system of the church he thought.
The light bulb went dead then came on again, within a second it was dead again for the second time, and in the darkness that ensued he could feel the air in the room get colder as it stirred, and in the stirring air he could hear a shrill voice like that of a hissing serpent about to strike.
Father Pirlo sprang up and grasped the rosary that hung around his chest.
“The lord is my shepherd I shall not want, I will walk through the valley of the shadow of death and shall fear no evil.” He said to himself.
The light bulb came to life again above him; his whole room was filled with a formless dark misty figure that was taking up the shape of a man. A sharp pain of terror seared his heart, an ominous dread issued before the evil he had just beheld. The frail priest turned and fled towards the altar; behind him he could hear the clinking sound of iron footsteps as if a medieval knight in an armor of darkness followed.
The priest fell on the altar, the only place of refuge in the face of such a sinister evil.
“Mother of god, help me.” He cried with his eyes tightly shut, his body convulsing with fear.
He opened his eyes, and standing five yards away from him was this black veiled demon.
“Who are you?” He stuttered.
“Nergal, death dealer! The bringer of death, servant of the Knight of Babylon. You have been weighed, found wanting and I bring judgment on you. MENE, MENE,TEKE, UPHARSIN.” It said and threw a black totem to the priest chest.
Father Pirlo hurled a vial of holy water at the face of his enemy, but it didn’t allay its advancing rage. Its cold throttling hands soon wrapped around his neck and smothered the priest; the darkness fell over the altar and never wavered.