The Incubus, Succubus and Son of Perdition Box Set: The Len du Randt Bundle (76 page)

‘Mister Elliot?’ a man dressed in a suit, and wearing
sunglasses asked him.

‘Yes...?’ Trevor said as he tried to figure out who
they were and how they knew him.

‘Could you please get in the van?’

‘Why?’ Trevor asked. ‘Who are you?’

‘Please get in the van,’ the man repeated. It wasn’t a
request. It was a command; one asked merely out of politeness. Two men joined
Trevor on each side and shoved him into the van. The door closed and everything
went black. When he could see again, he was standing in a queue. His clothes
had been replaced with a grey overall, and he followed a man in front of him;
without knowing where to, or why. At the front, he noticed that the women and
children were led down a path to the left, while the men followed a path to the
right. As he walked, he realized that he was in some sort of concentration
camp.

How did I get here?
He thought.
What is this place?
The place was an old abandoned school building that had been remodelled into
the concentration camp. They passed a series of workshops where children
between the ages of eleven and seventeen were hard at work on something.

I will rescue them
, a voice spoke in his mind as he
looked at the boys.
I will be their saviour.

Trevor woke from his dream breathing heavily, drenched
with perspiration. It took a few seconds before he realized that he was still
in his room, and that it had only been a bad dream. He crashed his head back
into his pillow and closed his eyes. It was a matter of seconds before he was
asleep again.

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The desert sun scorched Timothy,
and he struggled to keep himself moving. He had nothing on him other than his
Bible, the clothes on his back, and a flask of water that was just about empty.
He took one big gulp of the remaining water and looked around.

There was nothing but sand in all directions.
Your
own will turn against you soon.
He didn’t know where he was going, and he
didn’t care. He trusted the Lord’s guidance and moved further. An hour later he
fell to his knees. He couldn’t force his aching muscles to move another inch.
You
must not fear them, for the Most High will protect you.

Timothy took one last look at the surrounding
wilderness before he passed out. He was still unconscious when the three men
towered over him.

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South Africa:
Two Years and
Two Months Later

Dear Trevor,

Three and a half years have now
passed since the disappearances. What I too once believed to be alien attacks
have turned out to be the Rapture that the Christians were always talking
about. We missed it, Trev. You and I both missed it. But you know what? It’s
not too late. The Rapture is God’s way of saying, ‘Wake up, people! I’m coming!
Get your act together.’

You still have a chance to turn,
my friend. As the world enters the last three and a half years of its existence
as we know it, people will become increasingly evil. Parents and children will
kill each other. Good people will become bad, and bad people will become worse
as Satan launches his final onslaught against humanity.

He will do it through one man:
Victor Yoshe.

Trevor, I urge you to look at
the things happening around you in context of what Norman has been talking
about all these years. At the time of writing this, you will still be blinded
and unable to see the truth, but by the time you receive it, you might be
capable of realizing the truth again. I am writing this now, because at that
time, I might also be dead.

Have you noticed the steady
increase in road rage, child rape, natural disasters, and murder? The
statistics to these and many other terrible things have escalated at over 500%
the past three years only. Apparently they’re now creating a new television
channel dedicated to child pornography. And the terrible truth is that these
things are not even a drop in the bucket of things that are still to come.

I know that you do not believe in
God; but soon, a time is coming when you will be forced to choose. You will
have no say in the matter. Which will you choose? Whose forces will you join?
Jesus or Victor?

It is almost time for a terrible
darkness to cover the Earth. A spiritual darkness unlike any other the world
has ever seen. I pray that you and René will be saved, for my parents had
already joined the ranks of Victor’s Legion a long time ago.

Please, as a friend I beg of
you: do not take the Shield!

Thanks for being there!

Your friend in Christ,

Andrew

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Victor was sitting in his overly
expensive chair, watching twelve television screens as they displayed the
weather, news, sports, and other world events. He didn’t take his eyes off the
television screens when Ryan walked in.

‘Ah, Ryan my good man. How are you today?’

‘I’m fine, my Lord,’ Ryan replied. He wasn’t properly
awake yet, and wondered if Victor had slept at all. In fact, Ryan had never
seen him sleep before. Until Victor’s revelation, Ryan could never understand
how Victor managed to watch—and keep track—of all the monitors at once. He
wondered why Victor needed the television screens at all. His master appeared
uneasy about something.

‘Are you all right, my Lord?’

‘I am troubled, Ryan,’ Victor said, his eyes fixated on
one specific screen, ‘by these two mongrels in Jerusalem.’

‘The two prophets?’

‘Ha!’ Victor exclaimed. ‘They’re not prophets! They’re
spawn of Satan!’

‘They have been an annoyance to everyone over the last
few years, sir,
especially
to N-Force.’

‘They’re making me look bad, Ryan.’

‘How so, my Lord?’

‘By making it appear that I cannot control my own
territory. They’re trying to show the people that they’re better than me.
No
one
is better than me!’

‘I agree, my Lord,’

‘
No one!
’

Ryan had never seen Victor lose his calm. Something
told him that the two prophets were about to see a side of Victor that they
didn’t know existed.  ‘But what are you going to do about them, my Lord?
Entire units of armed forces have been wiped out by these two.’

‘I think that Pascale and I will pay those two a
visit.’ A sly smile formed on his face. These men have plagued the Empire for
long enough now. I cannot just stand by idly and watch how these two crazy
people kill everyone that doesn’t submit to their phoney ‘God.’

‘It is time that these two are taught a lesson. It’s
time that they are stopped before they wipe out everyone on the planet.’

‘Excellent plan, my Lord,’

Victor glared at the screen intently. ‘Get me GMN on
the line,’

‘My Lord?’

‘Tell them to send two live camera crews to the Temple
in Jerusalem. And then get the plane ready.’

‘Consider it done,’ Ryan said. He clicked his heels and
spun around, leaving Victor to the madness of the multiple sounds and voices
coming from the various television screens.

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‘Is it time already?’ Malcolm asked
his guest.

‘It is time,’ Kassim confirmed. ‘The new city is
finally completed, and my family and I are finally out of your way.’

‘Nonsense,’ Mary interrupted. ‘You were never
in
our way to begin with.’

‘She’s right,’ Malcolm said. ‘You and your family were
a blessing to Mary and me at a time we needed it most.’

‘Thank you for the kind words,’ Kassim said, unable to
hide the emotion in his voice. ‘But I assure you that we will meet again. If
not in this life, then perhaps in the next.’

‘I really hope so, Kassim,’ Malcolm said and embraced
his friend. He wiped at his cheeks with his sleeve. A minute later, Malcolm and
Mary waved as the Muslim family drove away in their modest car.

‘I heard that it’s a spectacular city,’ Mary said, her
voice still had a slight quiver to it.

‘I saw some of it on GMN,’ Malcolm said, his thoughts
not entirely on the conversation. They had lost another Rabbi; the fourth in
only three years, and Malcolm was sure that those two false prophets were
behind it. ‘It was breathtaking.’

‘Nasreen invited us for a weekend once they’ve settled.
I really think that we should go,’ she said as they both entered the house
again and closed the door.

‘I agree,’ Malcolm said and stopped to eye the totally
empty house. From now on it would just be the two of them. The Patel family had
become a part of theirs, and there was going to be a definite gap in their
lives from now on. Malcolm’s thoughts returned to his daughter. He could hear her
cheerful laughter and felt his neck muscles constrict as tears welled in his
eyes.

‘Good bye, my friend,’ he said softly. ‘Until we meet
again.’

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‘President Yoshe,’ a reporter
called out to Victor as he was walking along the road towards the Temple.
‘Could you please explain to our viewers why you have contacted GMN to join you
and Pope Alexander here at the Jewish Temple in Jerusalem?’

‘The reason I have contacted you, Miss Jacobs,’ Victor
said and stopped. He looked directly at the camera before continuing, ‘is that
I have become severely grieved by the two men here that have been plaguing the
world. I have heard the cries of my people, and I am now taking personal
control of the situation.’

‘Isn’t that dangerous, Mister Yoshe?’ she asked.
‘Considering what they have done to countless of men before you?’

‘Ye of little faith should watch and learn,’ Victor
said and finally came to a halt a short distance from the men. The reporters,
cameramen, and the gathering crowd all took a step back as the two approached
Victor and Antonio.

‘Your hour has come, Beast,’ the older prophet yelled
out to Victor as they approached. ‘Do what it is that you came here to do.’

Clouds swirled high above them and a strong wind kicked
up sand and ripped at the trees.

‘I have come to stop you,’ Victor shouted above the
wailing of the wind.

The two men remained silent.

‘People claim that you two are prophets,’ Victor
scoffed out loud. He looked toward the camera and smirked, then turned back at
the two men. ‘Some say that you are Moses and Elijah or whatever. So...who’s
who?’

The two men remained silent.

‘Elijah,’ Victor said and rubbed his chin. ‘Now didn’t
that fella fly up to Heaven as a huge fireball or something?’

Before the crowd could react, Antonio raised his left
hand and the younger prophet burst into flames. The crowd gasped in unison and
one of the cameramen dropped his camera. He picked it up as quickly as he could
and refocused his lens on the burning man. Antonio then raised his right hand and
the burning prophet shot into the air like a bullet from a gun. He shot up so
fast and so high that soon he was a mere dot against the clouds high above.

Victor sighed while checking his watch. ‘Going up to
Heaven is one thing...’ he said to the remaining prophet, ‘...but coming back
down is a killer.’

The people stared at the dot in the sky, and gasped
again when they noticed that it became larger very quickly. They all flinched
as the burning prophet hit the ground with a sickening crunch. He hit the ground
so hard that a cloud of dust sprayed into the air. When the dust settled, there
lay a lifeless man in a shallow ditch created by the force of the impact.

The people cheered and clapped, but no one dared step
any closer.

Victor turned to the older man. ‘Your turn,’ he said as
he patted Antonio on the shoulder. Antonio took the cue and raised both his
hands into the air, and at once the older prophet shot up into the air as the
first one had, and when Victor thought the time was right, he had Antonio yank
back both his arms as suddenly as he could.

The older prophet returned to Earth and crashed into
the first prophet a split second later.

The crowd couldn’t contain themselves any longer. They
cheered, applauded, whistled, and shouted their approval at Victor. Their
Messiah had ended years of tyranny by these men in mere seconds. He soaked in
the praise and glory for a few minutes, and then raised his hands to calm the
crowd.