Descendants of the Prophet-King: Book One: the Eye of Justice

By C.C. Rising

A bomb explodes in downtown Greenville, North Carolina causing terror and mayhem in the city. Detective Sulaiman Reese arrives to witness the horrific scene and unwittingly stumbles across The Eye of Justice, an object of incalculable power. From that moment on, Sulaimans life takes a bizarre turn that sweeps him into a world of magic, Djinn, angels and mage-priests.

Sulaiman discovers that the earth is about to be beset by a terrible evil and in order to prevent it; he must confront his worst enemy-himself. Along with Ahmad, his trusted German Rottweiler, a luscious djinni enchantress, an archangel, and a secret order of mages, he embarks on perilous quest to save humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Apr 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490731483

C.C. Rising

C.C. Rising is a husband and wife writing team that consist of Cornelius and Collette Rising. Both are native North Carolinians, Cornelius is from Greenville, and Collette is from Ocean Isle Beach. The couple has published Descendants of the Prophet-King, War Cries: A Planet on the Brink, and The Crowning Glory. The authors welcome your comments, and invites their readers to visit their website: www.authorccrising.webplus.net or to write them C.C. Rising PO Box 6021 Ocean Isle Beach, NC 28649. Be on the lookout for C.C. Rising’s next installment, Descendants of the Prophet-King Book 2: Genesis 3:22.

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Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Appendix

About the Author

Endnotes

Dedication

To my adoring wife Collette, my mother and stepfather Janice and Matthew, my son’s Terry and Montegus, and my step-children, Khalil, and the twins Kataja and Katana.

Through all the soul searching and adversity, you never once turned your backs on me. It was your selflessness and unconditional love that gave me wings. You helped me to rise above the negative things that were holding me back.

For this and the many other wonderfully positive things that you have done for me, I more than love you.

Special Thanks to: Mackenzie Brunson, Chad Martin, and Michael O. Cook.

Prologue

~Greenville, North Carolina

The melodious tinkling of chimes accompanied a lone, trench coat clad man through the double doors of the law offices of William & William.

The man paused just inside of the entrance to assess the scene from behind reflective sunglasses. He allowed his eyes to take in the single midnight leather couch and two recliners, sitting regally amid plush off white carpeting. Plants thrived in artfully designed clay pots, set upon stylish glass and metal tables. Above, two beautiful wood ceiling fans whirred softly overhead, contributing to the elegantly arranged décor that succeeded in making the reception area comfortably inviting.

A young woman of Euro Asian origin worked behind a broad polished to gleam oak desk. The new arrival approached the receptionist, who motioned with her index finger that she would be with him shortly, while continuing to speak rapidly into the telephone.

After a few moments of this, the receptionist, Lisa Chan, her desk plate read, replaced the telephone in its cradle and swiveled to face him.

Welcome to William & William, my name is Lisa, How may I assist you today? The young woman inquired with a practiced smile as she studied him.

Nice Armani suit, complimented by a maroon silk tie against a crisp white shirt that contrasted attractively against his Café au lait skin. The sharply dressed man removed his loosely adorned trench coat and folded it neatly over his arm. Not returning the young woman’s smile, he spoke in a crisp even tone.

I would like to speak with a Mr. Oscar William. He said.

Do you have an appointment sir? The receptionist questioned politely.

No I do not, but if you would inform Mr. William of my request to see him, I am confident that he will want to see me. The man stated firmly.

I’m sorry sir, but Mr. William consults by appointment only and his appointment schedule for today is completely filled. Lisa told him. But if you wish to schedule an appointment sir, I could schedule you for the fourteenth of this month. She informed him.

The man leisurely brushed a piece of lint from his immaculate attire, and proceeded to place the briefcase he carried upon the receptionist desk. Ignoring the young woman’s suspicious gaze, the man released the clamps and opened the briefcase, then turned the briefcase so that the receptionist could see its contents.

The receptionist’s eyes focused sharply upon the neat stacks of one hundred dollar bills.

I’m sure that if you would make Mr. William aware of the urgency of my request that he will make the time to see me. The man said confidently.

Lifting the telephone from the cradle, Lisa dialed, when she had her boss on the other end, she quickly explained the situation.

Soon after, Lisa was off the phone and looking up at the man with an embarrassed flush on her face.

Mr. William’s afternoon appointment cancelled a short while ago and he asked me to inform you that it would be his pleasure to consult with you now Mr. she said, realizing that she had failed to get the man’s name.

The man only smiled slightly, still without supplying his name, as he silently followed her to Mr. William’s office. When they reached the office, the receptionist knocked softly, then opened the door and motioned the man to enter.

What Oscar William saw as he rose from where he had been sitting behind his desk, to greet his visitor, was a well-to-do light skinned black man dressed to impress and carrying a briefcase that his secretary had told him was filled with money.

Lisa closed the door and Oscar came around his desk and extended his hand.

I’m Oscar William and it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. uh…I’m sorry, I didn’t seem to get your name.

My name is not important at this time Mr. William, but what is of importance is the contents of this briefcase. The unidentified man said succinctly taking the lawyer’s hand in a grip that caused the much smaller man to wince.

Well, that has yet to be determined sir. Oscar William said with a smile that did not reach his cunning eyes.

How may I help you? He inquired, waving his visitor toward a chair. The man ignored the invitation to sit, but instead approached the lawyer’s desk and placed the briefcase upon it. Unfolding his trench coat the visitor reached into one of the deep pockets and withdrew a wrapped bundle about the size of a roll of paper towels. The visitor then turned, package in hand, and studied the lawyer.

Oscar William was a short man, who was pudgy, but was quickly heading toward being overweight if he did not go on a diet soon. At fifty years of age he still had a full head of dark hair, just beginning to gray at his temple’s, a fact that he was very proud of, and which he bragged about frequently to all of his fully gray, bald friends.

His eyebrows were dark and thick and framed his shrewd deep-set blue eyes, the same eyes that were latched upon him lavisciously.

The contents of this package are very valuable to me and also happen to be my reason for requesting this meeting. He said to the lawyer.

If the contents are highly valued by you sir, would it not be more prudent to obtain the security of your bank? Oscar asked curiously. The man shrugged.

Normally, it would, but I have never been a man to put much stock in modern banking, and besides, I require the safekeeping of this treasure for only a span of two weeks, for which I am willing to pay your office fifty-thousand dollars.

Do I understand you correctly sir, that you wish this office to safeguard your property for a matter of weeks and for this service you will pay fifty-thousand dollars? The lawyer inquired incredulously.

That is correct, if you are interested? the stranger replied smoothly, extending the package toward the visibly ecstatic lawyer.

Of course we’re interested sir! the lawyer exclaimed accepting the parcel as carefully as if it was a newly born child.

Rest assured that your property will be just as you left it when you return to retrieve it Oscar assured the man.

With a nod of satisfaction, the well-dressed visitor turned back to where his briefcase lay and opened it. Reaching inside the man removed several bundles of crisp bills, placing them in neat stacks upon Oscar William’s desk, before again closing the briefcase and picking it up.

Then our business for today is concluded, and I will return in a couple of weeks to re-claim my property. The mysterious visitor said, already moving past Oscar’s out stretched hand toward the door. Hand on the door handle the man turned.

Our arrangement is completely contingent upon your agreement to not open the package Mr. Williams. He said in a deep baritone.

Pulling his scattered thoughts away from the new boat he was going to buy with the money, Oscar spoke.

Your property is in excellent hands sir. The lawyer told the man.

With a small smirk and a nod, the man was gone and Oscar William did a little jig over to his desk and pressed the intercom button.

Lisa, hold all my calls for the next half hour please. The lawyer told his secretary.

After making sure that his office door was locked Oscar William rushed over to his desk and began counting the money, and checking the bills for any sign of counterfeit.

He did this for some time, then his eyes fell upon the mysterious package.

Oscar reached for the package, then hesitated, thinking that he had just earned the easiest fifty grand in his career, and that the contents of the package shouldn’t matter. It really should not, but Oscar was dying with curiosity to know what could possibly be worth fifty large to have him babysit. Pushing the money off to the side for the moment. Oscar reached for the mysterious package…

….the explosion that rocked downtown Greenville hurled fiery shards of metal, glass, and concrete into neighboring buildings, vehicles, and into the flesh of anyone unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity. There was absolute anarchy in the streets as terrified citizens fled the area, or ducked behind vehicles to dial 9-1-1 from their cellphones. Those people who didn’t know what to do, just stood where they were in stunned disbelief. Approaching sirens sounded in the distance, and for some, police and rescue workers would arrive in time to assist them, but for Oscar William any type of rescue effort was far too late.

Chapter One

Detective Sulaiman Reese was forced to walk the final three blocks to reach the decimated law offices of William & William. Due to the explosion, the congestion of law enforcement made it impossible to approach the site by vehicle.

It was a warm and gloriously sunny day in May, so the trim detective was not bothered by the opportunity to stretch the long legs that were a part of his six foot four inch frame.

Padding at his side, as stealthy as a timber wolf, was his one hundred and eighty pound German Rottweiler Ahmad, aka Mad’, who appeared to be enjoying being outside Sulaiman’s SUV, just as much as he enjoyed hanging out the window.

Even in an atmosphere charged with uncertainty, fear, and anger people noticed the pair and gave them plenty of space on the sidewalk. Of course, the deep warning growl that the burly canine issued when he felt someone was too close helped convince them as well.

When they approached the site of the explosion Sulaiman whistled in amazement. Where the law offices of William & William were located there was now only a charred pile of rubble.

It seemed somehow surreal to be standing outside of the yellow police tape as a bystander looking at the massive amount of damage done to the law offices, as well as to neighboring buildings and vehicles.

It looked as though someone had painted a canvas of an idyllic scene then dipped the brush in black paint and smacked it into the middle of the picture.

Sulaiman felt anger rise within him in response to whoever had committed this heinous act. This was a deliberate act of terror meant to take lives.

It was one thing to hear about bombing on the radio, or to see it on television, but nothing like this had ever happened in the city of Greenville and people were understandably afraid.

Federal and state bureau investigators were all over the area searching through debris and questioning witnesses as they sought clues to what had caused the explosion.

The Feds had jurisdiction, of course, and everyone else had been warned from interfering but Sulaiman felt compelled to be there and lend his support in whatever way he could.

Sulaiman was standing with a group of reporters and other bystanders when he recognized one of the F.B.I agents. A man named Shawn Blake, known as S.B. back then when he and Sulaiman had played football for J.H. Rose High. Sulaiman was about to call out and get Shawn’s attention when Ahmad growled loudly and tugged his leash.

What’s wrong ‘Mad? Sulaiman asked the Rottweiler looking to see what had captured his attention.

Still tugging his leash, the determined canine seemed to be intent upon the alley that separated the two