Son of Perdition: Rise to Power!

By Terry-Terrance Lafayette McGee

Son of Perdition : (Rise To Power) is the first chronicle of the part of our existence no-one of this world wants you to know. Gripping from the very start I challenge your soul to read! THIS IS NOT ABOUT RELIGION! but. SPIRITUAL REALITY! ...A glimpse of what is truly happening behind the invisible Veil of the Spirit, that thing which seperates the natural eyes from the supernatural. The battle of good versus evil, light versus darkness. A tale of the shroud of secrecy the Evil One will soon unveil...announcing that he in-fact is God!
A chilling yet provocative series about the Antichrist that depicts the potential reality of his obscure beginning and of his prophetic coming!...the pending revealing Of himself and his rise to power!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462879014

Terry-Terrance Lafayette McGee

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Copyright © 2011 by Terry-Terrance L. McGee.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

Author’s Notes

Introduction

The Monopoly

The Arena

The Association

First Revelation

Wise As Serpents

Mystery Of Lawlessness

In loving memory of my true brother/cousin

Mr. Anthony Blacksher Sr.

(December 1959-December 2010)

This one’s for you.

And to

Lisa Blacksher.

DEDICATION

To my grace: God’s unmerited help given to me through you, Rose Marie, when there was no one else, out of heavens came you. Praise God for His infinite wisdom and know-how, especially for His mighty presence in you… This work would not have been possible without it. I love you and thank you. For my daughters, Sandanisha, Candace, Meagan, and to God’s gift of my grandchildren, Ambrya and Lamont Blackshear… Know that I truly love and am grateful for the gift of you!

Terry L. McGee

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Once again I must give thanks first and foremost to God our father in heaven for His unyielding grace, tender mercies, His helping hand, and spiritual strengthening. This thing called my life would be unbearable without Him. To the men of B-Block bible study group classes of October ‘08 to November ‘09, you know who you are. To Ollie Armstrong, for your giving spirit, thanks for getting the manuscript out for me. To John Osbourn, for both your spiritual as well as physical contributions, God bless you. Special thanks to Daniel David Kent, my human spell-checker and silent proofreader, may we stay in touch. To Charles Armistead, my personal critic… Thanks, Joker, for the art. You’ll come completely to God before long. Much thanks to Deputy Killion for his professionalism and help making away when there seemed no way at all getting this thing to the publisher! Thank you. To my grace, Mrs. Rose Marie, my hope, my strength, my drive, and a lot of other things, you and I both know love and share together… Praises to you! Keep doing what you’re doing. It’s a long road ahead of us, but together we can! And we’ll make it! Remember Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 especially 9, God bless. Also Michael Gregary, for the last-minute assistance. And to my spiritual brother in every way, Frank B. Greedy Ray, for access to your blessings! You know what it is! Ha ha! Can’t keep a good man down! Skate it, Greedy!

AUTHOR’S NOTES

Son of Perdition is a fictional story based on spiritual reality and fact. The feasibility of this continuing saga is very real. Son of Perdition (Rise to Power) is the first chronicle of the part of our existence no one of this world wants us (those not of the world) to know. Gripping and entertaining it may be; however, the spirit of it is very real. I challenge every one who reads this as well as the coming volumes to have a Bible handy and research the occasional scriptures that pop up supporting various aspects of the story line… This is not about religion but about spiritual reality . . . A glimpse of the possibilities of what really goes on in the battle of good versus evil, light versus darkness… and the happenings and goings-on behind the invisible veil of the spirit; that thing that separates the spiritual realm from the physical, the shroud of secrecy the evil one soon will unveil and announce to the world that he is god! Consider for a moment this truth; that scripture supports the fact, then think just who and where is this son of the devil? We already know his end, praise God for that. But what of his beginning? This series depicts that possibility, Son of Perdition (Rise to Power).

PART ONE

Son of Perdition Volume One

RISE TO POWER

Characters

Natas Si-Htaed: Son of Perdition the Antichrist incarnate, son of the devil.

Francae Chumont: High-ranking minister of darkness, guardian of Natas, and overseer of his meticulous plan to assume rule of the world. Chief of the demonic secret underworld benefactor of the mission of Natas’s rise to power.

Cedric Von Stephens: Chancellor of 2nd Heaven Orphanage and Prep School. Senior player in God’s strike force.

Rose Marie Riddauxe: Executive assistant to Chancellor Stephens and school administrator. Covert assistant to Francae and care person for Natas. Member of the secret underworld with suspicious personal ties to Natas.

Jeffery St. John: Former client and student of 2nd Heaven. Currently employed as the school’s handyman/janitor. Highly gifted spiritually, heavily anointed in the Holy Spirit, keenly aware of 2nd Heaven’s sudden rift in spiritual activity, Francae and Natas. Angel of God

Bubba: Beelzebub Natas’s chief guardian demon. Possessor of Kevin. Son of Perdition’s right-hand man.

Nathan Charlton: 2nd Heaven Orphanage and Prep School cook. Endowed with the gift of discernment of spirit. Member of God’s strike force. Prior missionary in service at 2nd Heaven.

Anthony Blacksher: Physical education teacher and sports coach. Prior missionary assigned to 2nd Heaven. Spiritually gifted with the gifts of wisdom and knowledge. God’s strike force leader, a.k.a. Mr. Bee.

Claude Phillips: History and music teacher at 2nd Heaven. Friend of Anthony, also a member of God’s strike force. Sweet to Rose Marie.

Michael Vincent Nunez: School bully turned humble archrival of Natas. Youngest member of God’s strike force. Gift of discernment of spirit.

Kevin (KK) Kunihiro: Chosen by Natas as his sidekick, right-hand man; eventually, the false prophet.

Johnny Ureta: Kevin’s original best friend (like an older brother), soon to graduate from 2nd Heaven Prep School, also a youthful foe of Natas.

Alton Ray Malone: Irish American arrogant lawyer, legal representative of Natas’s benefactors and financial advisor to Francae.

Jason Lowe: African American professor hired from the United States by Natas’s secret benefactors. A Harvard graduate with degrees in political science and international business economics. A Christian with in-depth biblical knowledge.

Tawnny: Sultry Pan American airline stewardess. A believer in Christ. Befriends Jason Lowe.

Dr. Richard Harris: PhD in Theology, founder and pioneer of a new religious course study in the California University system called Spiritual Reality, hired at 2nd Heaven to teach Religious Studies. Fervent believer, mentor, and elder in the word of God.

Lance McGee: Ex-convict, converted believer, ace student, and protégé of Dr. Richard Harris, firm believer determined to serve God on a grand scale. Dr. Harris’s handpicked assistant for the job at 2nd Heaven.

Dr. Patel: General medical doctor at Lafayette’s local hospital. Treats 2nd Heaven’s staff and students.

Nurse Bonet: Assistant to Dr. Patel at Lafayette’s local hospital. Emergency ward’s head nurse.

SON OF PERDITION

(Rise to Power)

INTRODUCTION

"Let no-one deceive you by any means; for that day will not come unless the falling away comes first, and the man of sin is revealed, The Son of Perdition" (2 Thess. 2:3).

And now you know what is restraining, that he may be revealed in his own time 2 Thess. 2:6).

Ramaliah Towers… Lafayette, France. Ramaliah Corporation is the world’s leading manufacturer of satellite communications and pulse laser delivery systems. It has offices in Europe, Egypt, Rome Italy, Saudi Arabia, France, Japan, and Los Angeles, USA. The corporation is headed up by a CEO few have ever seen outside of the company’s board members’ photos, which line the foyers of the corporation’s international offices. Rumor has it that the CEO, Mr. Natas Si-Htaed (pronounced Na-tah, cee-ha-tee-ed), is noted as probably the single richest and smartest man in the world. The story is that he was born in the mid to late sixties (no one knows for sure). Natas was raised an orphan in an obscure province in rural France called Terrance. It is believed that his father and mother were of Arab and European decent, respectively. According to lore, Natas was not the average orphan case. Rumor has it that he was delivered to 2nd Heaven Orphanage and school in a rather peculiar fashion. This is that story. The story of Natas, Son of Perdition, and his ever-increasing rise to power…

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The right-hand driver 1965 smoke grey Bentley gracefully traversed the one-fourth mile cobblestone stretch of road beginning just off the main thoroughfare leading to the orphanage and prep school as if rolling on air. The driver, a man by the name of Francae Chumont, appeared a typical chauffeur with emerald green eyes that were intense yet showed no expression that intermittently panned their attention from the maple tree-lined road to the car’s rearview mirror where the reflection of the young lad in the backseat, conservatively dressed in an all-black short-suit and a black cap, sat intently focused on the driver’s eyes reflected in the mirror as if transmitting the unspoken thought, Are we there yet? Francae smiled before he spoke, Almost there, young master sir… The well-engineered vehicle smoothly approached the end of the road that led into a large horseshoe driveway adjacent a small parking lot in front of an old eerie-looking building nestled between a thicket of weeping willows dancing in the wind of a crisp midevening fall breeze. The young lad, with both of his small hands clutched the edge of the half-open right-rear passenger window, peered curiously at the old and worn sign written in bold black letters against a faded and weather-beaten background. The young boy at less than five years old read what was written in French aloud in English: Welcome to the future of your world, your destiny is at hand. We the guardians here at 2nd Heaven prepare the way… 2nd Heaven Orphanage and Prep School. Are you ready, young master sir? Francae asked as he opened the Bentley’s finely balanced door. The only noticeable flaw in the automobile’s sleekly opulent appearance is a brief squeaking sound around the doors’ hinges. Francae proceeded to the car’s rear door, opened it with his right hand, like an usher, then subserviently motioned with his left hand and arm extended, gesturing the boy to step out of the vehicle. The boy’s small pale legs emerged from the car. As he stepped out, he immediately casted an all-knowing gaze at an ominous figure standing behind the third-story corner window faintly obscured by the reflection of the withering orange tint of the setting sun. The figure briefly returns the stare with an almost ghostly look before abruptly drawing the curtains closed. Francae closed the passenger door and, while the child stood waiting, retreated to the rear of the vehicle and retrieved one black leather travel bag out of the trunk, then returned to the waiting boy and extended his left hand to him. Young Natas took the man’s hand and together began the final steps toward his own rise to power.

As Natas and Francae stepped toward the entrance of the institution’s main building and office’s foyer, two old solid oak doors began to open. A shapely, beautiful woman in her midthirties, dressed in an all-black conservative dress, flat-soled shoes, and what seemed to be a hand-knitted white lace perfectly draped around her neck and shoulders, slowly ruled the door to the left of the arriving duo open-wider. With her right hand, gestured the two to enter as she spoke, This way, gentlemen, the chancellor is in his chambers and has been expecting you… I’m Rose Marie Riddauxe, school administrator, please, this way to the waiting area. Rose Marie looked down at the young lad and asked, And what is your name, sir? Sir Natas Si-Htaed, he responded straightforward and matter-of-factly. Oh my, Rose Marie replied, A confident lad no doubt… and how old are you, Sir Natas? I’m five years old come tomorrow, he sternly responded. Sharp as a whip, isn’t he, sir? She looked to Francae, I’m sorry, sir, how rude of me, your name, sir? Francae, he curtly responded. And when shall we speak with the chancellor? The three of them reached the large waiting room decorated in old English theme, vaulted ceilings with all four walls lined with shelf after shelf of volumes upon volumes of books encyclopedias, old literature, science, law books, spiritual books of every faith known to man of ancient cultures and civilizations. The room seemed to captivate young Natas as he walked over to the religious section and picked up an original fifteenth-century King James Version of the Holy Bible as they waited on the chancellor. What are you doing, Sir Natas? Rose Marie asked, astonished as it appeared to her the young boy was actually reading the Bible as she watched his eyes.

Just as one’s eyes do when approaching Rem, Natas did not answer; he continued to read slowly, intently one particular passage from the book of Isaiah chapter 14:14. As he read silently in his mind, he did not hear the sound of his own voice but another, the deep voice of a man spoke the verse aloud in the child’s inner ear loudly, I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, I will be like the most high. The voice shocked the lad briefly, and he hurriedly slammed the book shut and put it back in its place on the bookshelf. Rose Marie, still speaking with Francae, informing him that the chancellor would be down shortly, took a curious and focused interest in Natas’s actions at that point; as any nurturing mother watches her kid, she eyed him intently. For several seconds, Natas returned the gaze, stunned at the sound and words of the deep-toned man’s voice he heard in his inner ear. It seemed to him that Rose Marie’s show of concern confirmed that she knew what has just happened. Then it happened again; this time a voice he faintly recognized spoke softly in his mind; a woman’s voice said: It’s OK, Sir Natas, just like the sign says: your destiny is at hand. As he and Rose Marie were still engaged in deep eye contact, Rose winked at him, smiling. The sound of swift and decided footsteps against the old building’s black marble floors echoed off of the high ceilings and textured walls. The rhythmic tapping sound grew louder and more distinct with every step before a stout middle-aged man emerged from the foyer into the large waiting room/library and study, leisurely dressed in straight West Point cut black slacks, spit-shined low quarter shoes, and a gray pullover sweater, immaculately groomed, his jet-black hair was perfectly cut and tapered, complementing his stature and obvious military bearing.

Gentlemen, the well-groomed nicely dressed man uttered. I am Chancellor Cedric von Stephens at your service. Welcome to 2nd Heaven. As Mr. Stephens finished his initial greeting, he reached his hand out to shake the hand of the young Natas; the child looked away to Francae while retreating to the driver’s right side before stating, Francae says be careful of strangers and be not easily befriended by them, however I am Sir Natas Si-Htaed, Chancellor Stephens. Well, well, well, you are quite an impressive young lad, aren’t you? the chancellor replied as he turned to face Francae. And you, sir? Mr. Stephens extended his right hand toward him, returning the gesture to shake hands. I’m Francae Chumont, Chancellor, where shall we discuss the matters concerning Sir Natas and specific instructions regarding his stay at your institution? Almost without any emotion or expression, Francae continued, There are specific requirements that need to be understood, and there is the matter of the endowment that Natas’s benefactor intends to bestow upon your establishment. The statement about an endowment raised the eyebrow of the chancellor. Rose Marie! the chancellor called abruptly, Please show young Natas around and take him to his quarters. Will do, Chancellor Stephens, she replied, Come, Sir Natas, I’ll grab your bag. She looked to the young boy, holding out her hand toward him. As he willingly took hold of it, a sudden litany of images flashed through his mind in microseconds. He squeezed her hand with surprising power for such a young boy, out of shock from the vivid pictures he’d just seen: a large room with an assembly of people all dressed in dark hooded robes, each holding burning red candles.

In the vision, the candle bearers formed a circle around an altar hewed out of solid granite. There was also, in addition to those encircled around the altar, a man standing before it also dressed in a hooded robe; the fact that it was pure white satin grotesquely violated by an array of crimson splatter patterns of blood distinguished him as the patriarch of the assembly. The candle bearers and those present in the dark assembly of participants were all in an apparent trance chanting in an ever-increasing, chilling, monotone climaxing incantation. As a woman covered by black satin sheeting lay on the altar screaming in horrific pain, she is flanked by two other women whose hood-concealed faces stood positioned near the feet of the woman lying on her back, legs bent at the knees and gaped open. As she screams, pools of blood and water form on the surface of the granite table and begin to run off and along the base. Ahaaa! Come out! She screams as the head and shoulders of a blood-covered child emerged, eyes already open from the womb of the woman. The two women at the altar secured the bloody child in red satin as the patriarch removes a six-inch golden dagger from a sheath alongside the altar and severs the umbilical cord while pulling the placenta out onto the table of the altar between the woman’s legs. The two women, each having their heads bowed, kneel at the altar and raised up the child to him as he takes the screaming infant, raises him in both hands high above his head, yelling Natas, Natas… Natas! In unison, the rest of the assembly joins in chanting Natas, Natas… Natas . . . Snapped back to reality by the sound of Rose Marie’s voice, Sir Natas, she firmly calls, Welcome to your destiny, do not worry, soon it’ll all make sense to you… soon… very soon!

 "

THE MONOPOLY"

Chancellor Stephens and Francae departed the study and waiting area en route to the Admin offices also located in the main building. While walking down the long hall leading to the chancellor’s office, Francae absorbs the atmosphere of the establishment, as Chancellor Stephens, in the spirit of a zealous museum curator, began to extemporaneously share the history of 2nd Heaven Orphanage and Prep School. The orphanage was founded in the early 1700s, he began as they traveled down a long hall lined with what Francae thought to be extremely impressive artistry, so much so that he couldn’t help but to interrupt, Whose work are these paintings, and who are these people? Aha! Stephens replied, You’re a connoisseur of fine art, are you, Mr. Chumont? Not necessarily, Francae answered. Connoisseurs are more critical judges in matters of art or taste by definition, are they not, Chancellor? I just appreciate what I appreciate. Touché, Mr. Chumont, touché, Chancellor Stephens remarks. The paintings are the original works of a well-known figure who was once a student and resident for sometime here at 2nd Heaven. Have you ever heard of Marquis de Lafayette? As Chancellor Stephens waited on the response of Francae, they stopped before a portrait of a stout-looking hard-edged likeness of a well-decorated military official. Notice there’s no artist’s signature, Mr. Chumont? Both men engaged in deep observation of the painting, admiring each stroke of the artist’s hand forever recorded on its canvas covered by noticeably thick protective glass. Yes, Francae noted, doesn’t that infer in most cases that the likeness or image is a self-portrait?

Touché again, Mr. Chumont, you are correct. Yet I don’t agree that you’re not a connoisseur. Underneath the portrait at the base of the stained walnut wood frame of the painting was the name Marquis de Lafayette etched on a small gold tab with the years indicating the birth and death of the man, 1757-1834. Marquis de Lafayette, hmmm, Francae mumbled. Isn’t he the patriarch French general, led the French allies in the American Revolution? Well, well, well, Mr. Chumont, Stephens responded. Surely you are quite a bit more studious than your perceived occupation implies. Once again, you are correct. Sir Lafayette was indeed the commander of that army, and whom a city in southern Louisiana is named after, as is also the name of the province of this humble institution. Yes, yes, said Francae, I remember Natas reading something to that effect off of one of the many signs on the journey through town on our way here. Yes, Sir Natas, began the chancellor, Quite a bright young lad. Who has schooled him to such a sharp edge at so young of an age if I might ask? The boy has been in my tutorial charge since he could crawl, answered Francae, He speaks several different languages, seven of them fluently… his reading comprehension is the equivalent of a fourth-year college post-graduate student. He also calculates mathematical equations at blinding speed, Francae boasts. He must be a savant, Chancellor Stephens astonishingly replies. Yes, Francae responded. I’d like to take credit for that, but I cannot… He seems to have been born with extremely high levels of comprehension… All I did was teach him all the things that I know as if he were a young adult, along with a prescribed curriculum required by his benefactors. Benefactors?" Stephens questioned.

Yes, as I’ve already mentioned earlier, Francae said, There is the matter of specific instructions regarding Sir Natas… Part of that order of business includes special requirements concerning educational and intellectual curriculum, which is to be strictly followed regarding him if, that is, your establishment elects to receive the handsome endowment, which accompanies this charge. As the two stood before the portrait of the revolutionary general, Francae switched the subject of conversation back to the painting. "So then, the correlation between de