The Deception of the fallen: THE GREAT UNIVERSAL CRUSADE

By Felipe Chavarro Polanía

The never-before-seen story of the origin of the human kingdoms and their decline in the universe of the Great Universal Crusade, with pages of new content for those who wish to know the true origin of all things.

 

This book contains the most complete history of the origin of the Kingdoms, the confrontations between men and beings that we thought were part of mythology, but that existed and exerted a very powerful influence on the history of mankind. A story honed by vibrant descriptions of the epic battles in the annals of history, bitter rivalries and daring rebellions that end with the coming of the promised Messiah. Later, after the event that split the history of the Universe in two, leaving the before and after in its wake, the antagonistic forces reorganise for the dynamics of a new battle, an event that leads to the establishment of new Kingdoms and the emergence of a new strategy to wage THE GREAT UNIVERSAL CRUSADE involving the three kingdoms that make up a Universe unknown to the one we know.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Felipe Chavarro
• Release date: Sep 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215976968

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THE DECEPTION OF THE FALLEN

THE UNTOLD STORY OF A WORLD OF DARKNESS AND DECEPTION

SERIES:

THE GREAT UNIVERSAL CRUSADE

FELIPE CHAVARRO POLANÍA

Copyright © 2020 Felipe Chavarro Polania

All rights reserved.

Table of Contents

TRUE CONVERSION

THE RETURN OF ASLAN

THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE ADVERSARY

ASLAN'S EFFECTIVE APPEAL

RIGHTS AND CLAIMS

THE KINGDOM SUFFERS VIOLENCE Copyright © 2020 is the second part of the book THE GREAT UNIVERSAL CRUSADE Copyright © 2020 Felipe Chavarro. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted, in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording or any other electronic or mechanical means, without the prior written permission of the author or publisher, except in the case of brief reviews used in literary criticism and certain non-commercial uses as provided by copyright law.

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TRUE CONVERSION

When Bejor opened his eyes, he wondered if he had really opened them; for everything was as dark as if they had been completely closed. All his fellow fighters were lying near him as if they were dead; it was horrible, the terror he felt at seeing them in that state! If they had indeed died, their blood would be demanded from his hands. He could see nothing because of the darkness, nor could he hear the breathing of his companions, nor feel anything except the hardness of the ground which for hours had been his bed. He sat up very slowly and groped around until he stumbled over Akiva's body, lying there like a corpse, but he was relieved to see that there was no trace of the enemy. His head was spinning, and he could not even tell in which direction the man who had saved them from the clutches of Hamartian, Aslan and their hosts had gone, when he fell flat on his face, completely disoriented. He tried to get his bearings somehow, and crawled a long way until he suddenly touched something that seemed to be one of his swords, it was very cold and heavy, and it was very close to the trunk of a tree. Almost without realising it, he picked up his sword and put it into its sheath. Certainly, if perchance his friends awoke, the sword would be of no great use henceforth, for surely on account of his treachery he would have to return again to his native land. He went no further; he leaned against the trunk of a frozen acacia tree, abandoning himself to utter despondency. He imagined himself returning humiliated to his homeland, with his shame and betrayal of the Christ marching before him. No doubt these feelings only made him more miserable.

He knew not where to go, nor what had become of his faith, nor why he had betrayed the trust of the Christ and his companions, nor why, though he had betrayed and caused the death of his companions, the Christ had spared his life, and that man who had come down from heaven had not destroyed him for his sin. Why was he alive, and had not the earth opened and swallowed him up as it did the sons of Korah? For on further reflection, he deserved to have descended alive into Sheol, as Hamartian and his hosts had so well implied. Surely his sin was before him, and it made him feel the most miserable of men. He felt that he had lost his honour in the war, and with it, the trust of his comrades was gone forever. The memories of how he had devised his treachery haunted him for a long time, so that he preferred to lie still, invisible and forgotten in a very dark corner on that acacia trunk, so as not to be seen by any of his companions, if perchance he should see them alive again. After a while he felt his armour for wounds or scratches. He was unharmed, and that was something that tormented him even more as he saw the state of his companions lying on the ground as if dead. He then looked for a small souvenir he had kept from his early days when he first met Tzur; a small case in which he used to keep pearls and other precious stones he had found during his pilgrimage, but he did not find it, and this discouraged him completely. Only the Christ alone knew what would have to happen for him to regain the joy of his salvation and the friendship of his companions. But for the time being he felt very despondent. Nevertheless, rummaging through his armour and feeling up and down for something to comfort him, he came across the hilt of his small sword again, one of the daggers that had been given to him by the Tuaregs and which he had almost forgotten. For a moment he thought that perhaps that was the answer he was looking for. Perhaps it was time to take his own life, for that had been the way of Judas, the traitor. Then he unsheathed it. The sword shone brightly before Bejor's eyes <> thought , <>.

However, as he gazed at the sword shining so vividly before his eyes, many words of comfort began to flood his mind:

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Somehow he felt comforted. It was amazing that in such a moment of cowardice as this, words as comforting as these should come