Malevolence

[Fijoli]

The Seventh Seal
Revelations 8:1-8:5

1And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour. 2 And I saw the seven angels which stood before God; and to them were given seven trumpets. 3 And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. 4
And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand. 5 And the angel took the censer, and filled it with fire of the altar, and cast it into the earth: and there were voices, and thunderings, and lightnings, and an earthquake.

The Trumpets
Revelations 8:6-8:13
6 And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. 7 The first angel sounded, and there followed hail and fire mingled with blood, and they were cast upon the earth: and the third part of trees was burnt up, and all green grass was burnt up. 8 And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea: and the third part of the sea became blood; 9 and the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died; and the third part of the ships were destroyed. 10 And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; 11 and the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter. 12 And the fourth angel sounded, and the third part of the sun was smitten, and the third part of the moon, and the third part of the stars; so as the third part of them was darkened, and the day shone not for a third part of it, and the night likewise.
13 And I beheld, and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice, Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!​

 

[Fijoli]

In the final sounding of the three trumpets, the lights of heaven were snuffed out as a Loud ground shattering crack split through the house of the rising sun. Sin had begun to push up through the cracks and spilled into the streets of earth with infernal wrath as the denizens of hell spilled forth. Its upward rain pushed a forceful change into the human life on earth and would change it forever. Timeless was the air.




It has been only a weeks time since the rising. The humans had become obsessed with drawing conclusions and pleading for answers, prayers were no longer heard. With the lights of heaven gone, the world trembled in shadow and fire. Science could not account for abandonment. Many humans would escape torturous fates with quick deaths or solace within each other.




Brilliance became spoiled by the betrayal of balance, Its illusions shattered. While angels battled in vain, also abandoned by the Father, they fought to their deaths or worse, capture. In the darkness of space above the overcast clouds, armies of angels listened to the chaos that unfurled below them, held back by forces even they did not understand. Dreams were falling apart and what had come to fall in love, had now come to fall out. All of hell began to climb the latter to the surface, a world mostly forgotten, now rose to take the land that it had been promised. Ash fell from the sky and nothing was clear,

except for the end.​

 

[Fijoli]

Limbs of mangled char slithered up through the glowing orange below. A woman body gave the sight of Skeggiold a hint of haunting grace. Embers fell away from her lacking countenance, like snow catching to fire as they hit the grass she sauntered through. Drowning in the sea of screams and lugubrious wailing. Monstrous looking forearms reached up into the shrouded skies. "The time is nigh", she spoke in dimming pulses of flame from the furnace that was her face."The skies do not dare to Minister too our Malicious waltz with humanity. Listen and watch as their stars waylay from our fire and cinder!" Skeggiold's voice was a velvet frequency and it was that deceivingly soothing allure that charmed the departed in like a vacuum.

"Come," she said,"Come, and you shall be purged of this misplacency." Skeggiold's arm reached out before her and in her wake, a soul. She Caressed the spirit that was impoverished of all but its phosphorescent essence. She soothed its doleful crying and for a time, time became vacant and meaningless. "Of no consequence should you be, to wander unsanctioned, no....for somnolence has come, as I confess you in refutation of the end" Skeggiold now had her operatic hold, her words beguiled the soul. It was now enraptured. The Demoness took in the soul thoughtlessly as it was sudden. Its suffering was contained and soon enough Skeggiold would forever end its throe.

Calamity and distress set the stage around the Demoness as her Hellish genealogy crept, wretched, and dawned over the earth's horizon. The endless progenitors of purgatory, kith and kin rose this day interposing as the sun and kissed the earth like a star.

"Beelzebub" she uttered in a troublesome whisper. "where are the others?"

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