The Hand of Hell (The Hand of God Book 3) by Miller Tim

Author:Miller, Tim [Miller, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: GutWrench Productions
Published: 2015-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Charlie didn’t know where the Realm was, but Rick insisted if he just focused his mind on being there, then he’d end up there. Sure enough, the guy was right. At least they ended up somewhere.

“We’re here!” Rick said. Well ok then.

“This is it? This is heaven?” Charlie asked looking around. He was less than impressed. The place was quite plain, with an orange sky, but no sun. There wasn’t much landscape. If anything it was mostly desert with a few trees scattered about. At first he thought he’d seen some birds, but as they flew by it was nothing like birds. It was some weird looking creature. Like a crow, but with butterfly wings.

“Those are flutterblacks. Some of the first creations ever.”

“Well that’s interesting. Was he trying to get it right?” Charlie asked.

“Very funny my friend,” Rick said. “The ones you see here are millennia old. Nothing here ages so the ones he made at the beginning of time are still here.”

“Impressive.”

“Very! Wait until you see where the other creatures are!”

“I hate to interrupt the holy petting zoo guys,” Lucifer chimed in. “But we should probably do what we came to do.”

“Right,” Rick said. “Let me take us to the others.”

“Is the whole place desert?” Charlie asked.

“It changes from time to time. Usually though, yeah.”

“Why?”

“The environment here changes with the Father’s moods which are usually dull and unfeeling, hence, the desert.” The Bishop said.

“That’s uplifting. No dead people here?”

“He absorbs the souls of the worthy into himself as reward to them, so they might bask in his holy aura.”

“So what is your take on all that now that you’ve been to the dark side?” Charlie asked.

“Oh I suppose it’s a bit arrogant on his part, but who is to say. Maybe it’s all warm and fuzzy in there.”

“That or it just tickles.” Lucifer said.

“Ok, the people who support you Charlie are right over that ridge, we just need to…” Rick was interrupted by the sound of thunder. Though it wasn’t actual thunder. It was a pack of angels on what looked like some kind of dragon and horse hybrid. They looked like horses, but had scales and smoke came out their noses.

“Great,” Rick said. “It’s the archangels. They’re an angry lot.”

The angels on the backs of the creatures were all huge and looked like giant Japanese Samurai, equipped with armor and all. There were about a dozen of them; the one in the front was the largest of the group. They came to a stop just a few feet in front of Charlie and the group.

“Behold! The False Prophet has arrived! You sir! Have you come to deliver yourself to the Father for judgment?” The large archangel said.

Charlie rolled his eyes and looked at The Bishop who just shrugged.

“And we have the Son himself who has returned from the Abyss. Have you sir come to beg your Father forgiveness?”

“I’m not here to deliver myself to anyone,” Charlie said. “I’m here to see the Father in person and knock him off his throne.

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