Full Bloom: Ante Faith

By Alm Hlgh

Tank is a half-breed; the product of a demon & a human. God has a destiny for everyone. MyCola the Angel sent to redeem him & give him a soul. Before Saving Faith Love has to conquer all. If you are not going to give me your all, then don’t give me anything. This is the prequel SAVING FAITH: The Beginning of The Acquisition. It tells the story of Rei's (The Chosen One (The Virgin Mary) parents.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luvvenia Hawkins
• Release date: Nov 22, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452363875

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FULL BLOOM:

Ante Faith

By

Alm Hlgh

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PUBLISHED BY:

Alm Hlgh

SMASHWORDS EDITION

Full Bloom:

Ante Faith

Copyright © 2010 by Alm Hlgh

Prologue: Oh how bittersweet love is, if only for a moment’s moment.

In Womb: Embryonic Sac

"There are angels amongst us; extraordinary people masking as ordinary people. Be cautious in how you treat them. If you are not careful in how you handle them; you can find yourself lost unto yourself; in a world all unto yourself.

Hi I’m Rei; the beginning. My mom is one of them; an angel. My father is a human; although I use that term loosely. He is a man without a conscience; a man who knows there is a God but mocks and pushes the limits seeking to find if Jireh truly is boundless.

My Cola was given him as an assignment from God. Her mission: to get a monster to seek redemption; to give him humanity, love and compassion. God recycles trash using it for His good. My father Tank; assassin or vigilante depends on who you are listening to on any given day at no particular time. He was a brute of a man; the product of a mating between a demon and a human; creating a half-breed; therefore a man without a soul or a conscience; therefore a man without fear and killing was his hobby and then his perverted sense of justice; creating a man who always teeters on the brink of good vs. evil. However there is divine purpose in everything and everyone. My father would have to battle good vs. evil in order to pave the way for He who would come after: Me- I AM.

My Cola was transformed into an average everyday woman like any one of them you see walking down the street. She wasn’t particularly tall or short- just in-between; nor was she drop dead gorgeous or beautiful; neither ugly- just so-so. Her form allowed not for the shining of her light nor her beauty. Seeing her would require one to take a closer look at her; looking into her depth; finding and appreciating the inner beauty of her soul.

She blended in with the everyday people going about doing every day routine; only thing she was anything but ordinary; but her extraordinary abilities weren’t able to cast their own shadows. Rather those extraordinary abilities were magnified through those who helped her. Remember reading the passage in the Holy Book about ‘bless thou who bless thee; and curse thou who curse thee. That was the way My Cola abilities magnified themselves here on earth; through the blessing of those who blessed her.

They have an interesting story about how they met. The official story is kidnapping; an assassination plot gone wrong and an innocent bystander at the wrong place at the wrong time. But that’s the sensationalized version. The story to sell lots of papers gets lots or TV ratings and hits on the Internet. But that’s not the true story. My parents were polar opposites: she a God knower and he knew not of God. And somehow they fell in love. Unfortunately Tank was arrested and to be tried for kidnapping and murder; but I’m getting ahead of the story.

Oh, who am I besides Rei and how do I know? I am the product of their love and right now I’m just the little bubble of mixed semen juice with a shot of egg in an embryonic sac; but still my eight senses are alive and well. I guess I could have called their story the Devil and the Angel; but this isn’t just about them; it’s about the generations to come. They are the Ante Faith and their seed is the beginning.

Let me tell you their story:"

Chapter 1: Tank

Jamaica, Queens, New York

Tank was a woman’s dream and nightmare all rolled up into one delicious massive hunk of testosterone adrenaline-pumping specimen of a human man. He was easy on the eyes with his olive tone skin looking like he was fresh out of the Mediterranean sun. He had a thick, silky wavy mane that covered his back like the cape of Batman only he kept it pulled back tied in a ponytail that reached his buttock as it hung loose hovering over his back when he was in off-season; then pinned and corded in a thick heavy braid wrapped around his head like a turban when it was open-season.

What do I mean by off and open-season? Again in the Holy Book there’s a passage that reads: a time to kill and a time to heal. By all standards he was tall, having to bend down to fit through most standardized door entrances. His body was ripped-corded with muscles that could rival any pro wrestler or body builder; women often time would venture out to get a feel of his glorious hard muscles- often to their demise. Women adored him while men feared him. The irony of it all is women sought him yet he was never good to them any longer than it took to satisfy his basal and dark needs. He went through women like a junkie going on a binge or an alcoholic who suddenly find himself with free booze. He was that kind of a man; devouring, achieving satisfaction and then moving on to the next high or in this case woman. Men knew he was a man with no loyalties and could be bought not necessarily with the highest bid; but often times with his perception of the ‘just’ cause. He had many enemies and nary a friend; unless you counted the Red-tailed hawk named Buck that traveled by his side.

Tank was a roaming nomad; a man without a home who didn’t want or need one. His jobs didn’t find him; he found them. He was well-read, reading only the business and current news sections of the paper. He knew who was in business with whom and who was screwing over who to get to the top. Therefore when he would often times show up at a seedy place of business or a high-class function where men of power and influence who dealt in wealth would congregate looking to create an opportunity to expand; he blended into the business discourse and they admired him for his knowledge and savviness. Unfortunately that opportunity usually consisted of removing existing power structures of influence in order to move in new institutions of greed. Tank dabbled in stocks and bonds. No one would believe that for a nomad mercenary/ vigilante he was a rich man who needed not their greed or means of income.

It was in such a place a year ago six months Tank was hanging out looking for some loose pussy; looking to get bumped. It was a high-class outing on the Internet billionaire Kenneth Lowe’s yacht; an outing for close friends and business associates. Which brings to mind, how did a man named Tank get invited to this party? But he did, arriving in a fresh Armani with fine Italian shoes and the sexist most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. But of course she would be; she had only been crowned Miss Universe the week before; which explains how Tank was at a private and an exclusive yacht excursion.

Kenneth Lowe was a man who personified ‘greed’. He made his money through international trade. He owned a fleet of cargo boats and airplanes not to mention slave factories in countries such as the Philippines, China and Thailand. Whatever the demand, he could not only manufacture it but also ship it.

If greed had a face and a body it was him. Short, pudgy and overweight for his stature and frame. He had a full head of rich dark hair with Spaniard descent prevalent in his blood. He spoke with a heavy Cuban accent and he favored Castro. The clothes that he wore always appeared to be bursting from the seam and he was always eating or drinking; gluttony was his sin like murder was Tank. The two were drawn to each other by their insatiable hunger for their loves; gluttony and murder makes a deadly combination. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that Tank and Mr. Lowe would find each other sooner or later creating a deadly but prosperous alliance.

Got another name, Tank? Mr. Lowe casually walked up to him asking as he sipped on a glass of Armand de Brignac Brut Gold Champagne.

Jesus. He said as he casually replied sipping his own glass of champagne.

Mr. Lowe laughed a hearty laugh catching Tank’s meaning. Then he said, I like you; god damn I like you. I think we will work well together. Call me; I’ve got a job for you.

Chapter 2: My Cola

No one ever thinks of their ‘mother’ as a ‘woman’; she’s just mother. Somehow and somewhere along the way in living life a woman when she becomes a mother is suddenly transposed and de-womanized into an androgynous human who caters and pampers to the needs of a child and a man- a mother. However a woman is never more of a woman than when she becomes a man’s wife and a child’s mother.

My Cola like I said was a literal Angel from Heaven commissioned by God to give my father a soul; not an easily done task- especially to a being that has been spawn of devil’s seed. Therefore finding a being like that on earth, her life’s work took her to the grimiest, seediest and exclusive places in the world. How else would they meet? Had she remained in her sterile environment; then I AM would not be possible; my birth would have zeroed out. She met and dealt with only the most repulse, the most perverted spirits who masked as humans; people like Manson, Gein, Bundy, Dahmer and of course my