Chapter 4 On the Cross authors: Temptress - blue, Veyanne - yellow , Overlord - red [Editor's note: part of this chapter is the plot of the last chapter told from the Temptress' perspective]"You are truly my Temptress.""Yes my lord.. and only yours."
Her eyes flash brightly at him as a seductive smile crosses her lips.
"We must move on, my lord!"
"First you get me going and now.....O well, you're right of course."
"My dear lord... I would take you here and now if it weren't for these
creatures roaming about seeking us. I prefer to salvage my backside at
this point in time."His hands gently brush the sides of her face and then he turns to continue their journey. They reach an elevator. The Overlord steps in....
"Come, we need to go two levels down to get to the core."
The doors close, the elevator starts moving. Suddenly there's a shrieking noise. The lights go out. Silence.....
The Temptress held her breath and listened carefully to the silence. Far above she could hear the flapping of wings... the Arch-angels were in the elevator shaft and closing in on them. The Overlord gently pushed her against the wall in the corner.. then he quickly went to the opposite corner to wait. The elevator shook from the impact... the angels had made their own entryway in the ceiling. Faint light drifted in from the shaft above.
The Overlord moved swiftly.. seizing the creature's head and snapping it quickly. The Temptress hesitated too long, in awe with her lord's speed and agility... the angel was on her; tearing at her skin. With nowhere to withdraw to, she threw her body against his; forcing them both on the floor... There wasn't enough room for her to maneuver the creature... to place it in a vulnerable position.
"My Lord! Help me!"
The Overlord was in a trance-like state... staring off into nowhere... whispering to an invisible entity. He did not respond...
She continued the struggle; holding the angel's arms while she shoved her knee into its neck... then forcing it down hard in an attempt to strangle... Its body thrashed as the airway closed tight, almost throwing her off and into the wall...
Suddenly the angel's head shifted.. followed by a cracking noise. Her Lord had finally come to his senses... he had kicked its head to one side.. forcing the spinal cord to sever from the impact. The Temptress collapsed backward in exhaustion... panting... reminding herself to never let them attack first. It could prove to be lethal... she felt all too human at that point. She closed her eyes... still breathing hard.
"I know you have a damn good explanation for that, but not now. We must get out of here. Not enough room to fight.."
She reached for him.. seeking his assistance in getting off the floor... off the bodies.
"I curse you God! Why have you let my angels fail?", God's Chosen One was incensed. The overlord had dispatched two of his strongest elite angels. He cursed. He pounded his fist on the table. His rage took on a most un-Christian character. His subordinates watched him with fear. They hoped he would be able to contain his anger. They dared not say anything.
God's Chosen One (what Christopher called himself) did not truly believe in God. He put up a facade in front of his people. He had them all convinced. He was not.
Disguised as one of love, Lord Christopher had built an empire out of hate. He hated the world and everything in it. He saw the world as full of sin. His mission was to wipe out the sin.
His childhood was filled with pain. He had been an outcast, taunted by his classmates. His parents had beaten him regularly. They forced their beliefs into his mind. He felt nobody cared about him. Every day was filled with suffering. Every night he prayed to God for deliverance. His prayers were never answered. He believed God did not exist.
Then came the day of revelation. His parents were reading the bible to him. He was lamenting his fate. His father read a story about the wrath of God. It dawned on Christopher why God was so silent. God was angry with the world. God hated all the sinners. God was going to destroy the world and everyone in it.
Christopher realized his life's purpose was to appease God. He would do so by removing all the sin from the world. God would be pleased. Christopher knew he would then be saved.
Once again the Overlord fell in pain.. this time a few words came through..
"share... pain... strong...."
She went to him... caressing his face... waiting for this spell to pass... He slowly came back... his body shaking.. his breath in quick gasps. She knew his mind was connected with another person's, but she didn't know exactly who or where. It really didn't matter. All that was important right now was getting to this person.
He completely regains his composure and stands up... turning to her. In his eyes, she sees the desperateness, the anger... his words echoing in the hall..
"We must hurry, my love. They know!"
The Overlord screams with anger and breaks through a wall. He turns to the Temptress.. holding out his hand to her..
"This way, I know a shortcut."
She takes his hand and ventures into the darkness with him...
"The overlord is now coming directly toward the high chamber, Sire."
God's Chosen One screamed more expletives. Turning to the guard who brought the news he shouted, "How does he know where we are!"
"My Lord, if I may." The man dressed in black with a silver cross on his chest spoke up. "He seems to have an empathic connection with the prisoner. He can feel her pain. He can feel where she is."
"Is that so?", God's Chosen One glared at the man in black. His anger drained away as cruel intentions filled his mind. "Then we will give him pain. To the temple, quickly!"
An explosion awakened the sorceress. She saw a pulpit before her with an impressively robed man standing before it. She saw a congregation of white robed believers kneeling and praying. Around them stood several beings that looked like angels only strangely metallic. The man in black stood next to the pulpit. The figure in the pulpit was delivering a loud and firey sermon.
She was looking down on the scene from a height. She wondered why. She looked down and saw that she was ten feet above the floor. She saw a silver pin sticking through both of her feet, pinning them to a silver beam. She looked to either side and saw a silver pin sticking through each of her hands, pinning them to a silver cross-beam. Only then did the horror and pain strike her. Only then did she realize what the bastards had done to her.
Another explosion was heard. This time it was very close. The congregation prayed more vigorously. The man in the pulpit cried out, "The enemy of all mankind approaches. Have no fear. God will smite the infidel!"
The shouting. The noise. The pain. The sorceress felt like she was going crazy. She tried to block it all out and concentrate. She closed her eyes and searched deep within her. She felt a tingling.
"Yes!", she thought, "My magic is returning."
She went deeper into thought. She was still weak. She needed more power. It was so hard to concentrate but she tried as best she could. She felt the power building within her. Hope was returning at last.
A final explosion knocked down the wall at the back of the temple. Smoke and dust filled the air. The room went dead silent. Out of the smoke stepped the overlord and temptress.
The stage was set for the final showdown.