The Mighty Jamaicans and The Wrath of King Zion: DARK FORCES QUADRALOGY, #2

By Israel Lion

Atara Berry, former bodyguard and warrior is doomed and sentenced to live forever in the evil underworld. She got a chance to free herself and to live above once more on the earth. Will she takes it? and if she does, will she succeed?

 

Doctor Mandaya Judah, leader of the Lioneers is dead. Who will lead the Lioneers living on earth? And who will return them back to their planet Jahnet, when it is safe to go home?

 

On the planet of Jahnet, King Zion is enslaving his people by stealing their powers and free wills.

 Mandaya and the other rebels have a plan to save the people from the king. Will their plan work in time? or is the species on Jahnet doomed to walk the planet as Zombie Slaves, powerless and hopeless? 

 

King Zion and his Dark Army are coming to Earth. When they reach Earth and get to the Blue Mountains, their plan is to devour everything in their path.

 The damage of the attack on the Blue Mountains is only the beginning.

The Lioneers can escape, but the Jamaicans have no place to hide. 

 

The Blue Mountains might fall. The army of the king will show no mercy.

The king had sworn a blood oath of revenge, because  of harm done by the Mighty Jamaicans against his son Prince Libion.

Zion and his vicious and wicked army are there to bring destruction and irreparable damage.

 

Will the factions reach out to find allies both new and old to stay alive? They may have to choose between life, death, victory, defeat, hope, and despair; Or will the enemy leave them no choice at all, except certainty of annihilation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JAMAICAN LIONESS PRESS
• Release date: May 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215523889

Israel Lion

 Israel Lion is the author the Dark Forces Quadralogy. Book one and two is out and met with great success. She plan to release book three in 2024. She is thankful and happy that she has fans who are giving an unknown a chance by reading and buying her books. She is a nurse, and love serving others. She also served in the US Army. She has always been a lover of books, and is a lifelong reader. Israel felt inspired to write. Her hope is that her fans, will enjoy her characters as much as she does. Her book series is in the Magical,  Fantasy, Folklore, Folktale,  Legend Realm and culture, which fascinates her. Her books are filled with the Jamaican culture as spices and is simmered and strewed in them. She is sending out thanks and love for all the generosity and support.  Please check out her  Author's Pages under Israel Lion. Check out her pages under The Mighty Jamaicans; and her group page under, Friends who like The Mighty Jamaicans. She sends her blessings of peace and goodwill. She encouraged the practice of gratitude. Reach out to her anytime you would like, with advice or questions, at [e-mail] she would love to hear from you. She was born in Saint Andrew, Jamaica. She enjoyed the rich heritage; and lived in Jamaica until she came to the USA, at the age of nineteen years old. Although she lives in the USA, her love and memories of the Jamaican culture stayed with her. It encouraged and motivated her to write about;The Mighty Jamaicans, and to incorporate the Jamaican culture. When she is not working as a nurse or not reading or writing books. She enjoys travelling, watching TV, and hanging out with her children and her husband.

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THE MIGHTY JAMAICANS AND THE WRATH OF KING ZION   

THE WRATH OF KING ZION

DARK FORCES QUADRALOGY

BOOK TWO

ISRAEL LION

It continued with panic , destruction and death.

It continued with lust, desire and love.

It continued with the battle on the Blue Mountains.

THE MIGHTY JAMAICANS AND

THE WRATH OF KING ZION

ISRAEL LION

THE Wrath of King Zion

2023 JAMAICAN LIONESS PRESS

DARK FORCES QUADROLOGY BOOK 2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.

Text copyright 2023 By Israel Bennett Marshall

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PEACE

Memba wen Hitla start de war, an him did hole de sway? An we like po’ Moffeena, was a-knock sofly an pray? An Hitla drop him bomb pon lan, him torpedo pon sea. Him gwan so till sometime we feel no hope noh lef’ fe we. Den, baps, we prayer answer, an baps, Hitla get him fall- An wat did sweet him wicked heart, tun eena bittagall.

Koo wha Japan do Pearl Harba, bring distruction pon de lan. Bomb an kill an woun’ an mash up, koo wha bad-bomb do Japan. So live good wid yuh neighbour; dat is wat we all mus do, for is de dickens wen yuh wickedness turn an come back pon yuh. An ef Big-Braines dem want all row an all fightin’ fe cease. Invent a bomb fe blow weh war an on fe shower peace.

Louise Bennett

PART ONE

"PLANET EARTH

Hate stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses.

Proverbs 10:12 NRSV

LIVING SACRIFICES

ATARA

THE SKY ABOVE was bright with cumulus clouds that looked like cotton candy. Angels were dancing in the clouds and playing trumpets and harps. Atara’s spirit floated to them. She felt their radiation of love and peace. Her spirit glowed and glided in joy.

Without warning, giant demons, with huge black pointy horns. Red eyes and skeleton faces. They leaped towards her. Behind them came Nimbus Clouds. Black spirits and towering fire clouds. They snatched her. They carried her off to a tunnel of darkness.

Gargoyles and demons of all sizes. Duppies and cacodemons. Land mummies and duppy bats. Old Higgies, Rolling Calves and Soucouyant greeted her.

Welcome! Welcome!  They cheered. Black sticky slime was dripping all around her. She fought and tried to resist. They were powerful. They won. The gunk covered her with darkness. She was theirs.

Tears came unbidden to her eyes. She wept violently. She felt all the hope and joy of her life, floating away. She called out to Memunda’s Gods in desperation.

Protect me Gods of Memunda. Do not forget me. Please, do not hide your faces from me. Do not let my enemies triumph over me. Save me from this death. Guard my life from this everlasting sea of dark evil. Protect me from this darkness and wickedness.

Those were her last words as she laid dead in the underworld. She was lost  into unconsciousness.

A few hours later Atara stirred. She was soaking wet . Her body was steaming hot. Giant flies and bugs flew in the air.  She saw creatures of  every size and shape. Their mouths released eerie sounds. It was deafening.

Her home was a stadium  red as blood. The colors of the walls blended. They formed orange, pink and burgundy. Then back to crimson. The walls  showed off their different shapes and sizes.

The walls melted. They became semi-hard, then hard. They came forward, then backwards. They spun in circles. The walls were flowing like waterfalls. They mixed and twisted. They danced with speed as they moved together. They created dynamic designs in boastful ways.

Atara was sitting on one of the hundreds of benches, surrounded by hot burning flames. The arena was large. It was filled with two headed creatures and monsters.

It held thousands of people and animals. Demons, dark spirits, dark souls, bugs, snakes and dragons. They all gathered with viciousness.

She and the newcomers hailed, by the crowd with passion and cries of joy. This was amazing to her. Her surprise was still on her face, when a voice uttered. This is a celebration of our arrival in the underworld. Today is initiation day. The creatures are hoping for us to join their camp of darkness.

Atara sat up straight. She was weak and groggy. The voice drew her attention to the drama ahead. Atara felt cursed at the thought of where she was. Are you awake? asked a deep voice. The voice sounded more happy than curious.

Atara stared at the owner. It was an enormous red female monster. Her two tiny heads were ten inches apart. They housed gigantic eyes in the middle of her foreheads. She was the host of the induction today.

The monster’s mouths housed four tongues. Whenever she spoke. Her mouths released large white worms. They squirmed in the heat as they hit the ground, then lay still.

Atara’s beating heart was pounding in her ears. Her chest moved, matching the rhythm. I am alive, she thought.

Don’t fool yourself dearie. You are dead! the woman said, as if she could read Atara’s thoughts.

Atara gazed in silence as the words registered. Her mind confused and her soul trembling.

Where am I? Atara asked, not wanting an answer. The courage she thought she had. It was melting and twisting like the walls.

Welcome to the underworld! the monster woman yelled. The gathering crowd roared and screamed with excitement. The monster woman expelled boisterous laughter. It encouraged more noise and laughter from the crowd.

The monster woman tossed her head backward. Fire and smoke blazed from her mouth. She immediately changed form to a dragon. She flew across the Stadium to a crowd of dragons and giant snakes hanging out together. They were devouring fire balls.

Atara shivered. The thought of her fate was like a dark fog. It smothered her. Dread bathed her, as she waited. Her body glistened with boiling sweat.

The Master of the welcoming community appeared. He was smiling. His eyes owned a hellish light that gleamed with badness. On his shoulder was his mini twin. Atara sat erect, her body stilled as a statue.

Rise to our lord and master, the mini twin ordered. His voice was thunderous and loud. All the immigrants and Atara rose to their feet against their wills.  At the jester from the master, they were sitting once more.

I have nothing much to say, except this. You abided by your actions, on earth. Even though some of you had changed. You must pay for your sins! the master  said. Pleasure owned his face.

No God can save you now. The underworld is your home.  The Rolling Calf King has enslaved your spirits and souls. He cut you off from your Gods. You are all still redeemable though.

You can leave this place in two ways. You can swim into the river of life  to reach Paradise. Another way is to  climb to the top of a tree in the land of death, to reach above earth." 

I will give you all a few minutes to go over to the weaponry station. Get any kind of weapon you can think of. The crews can invent anything for you.  Any size or unique firepower you want, they will bring it forth.

Unlimited ammunition is here for everyone. You don’t have to carry them. They will appear in your hands, when you call them forth.

The unrighteousness and the dark energy beamed through Atara. She was ready for her punishments ahead. She knew she deserved them, for her past immoral acts.

Let the drafting begin, the Master shouted. Everyone had returned from the weapon station. The crowd roared in elation and loudness. The noise shook the arena.

All the camps of darkness wanted Atara. The dark demons, dark witches, and dark wizards. Gargoyles, rolling calves, and dark vampires, and many others.

As I pointed out earlier. Staying here is not carved in stone, said the master. His face was stern. He stared at all the species and the people, who basked in the underworld. It pleased him.

This new group with Atara, did not embrace the underworld. He was not happy with them. He held vengeance in his heart against them. OK listen up everyone he said to the group. These are ways to get out of  staying.

"Getting to paradise and to above earth. This will only happen if you win  your spirits and souls back.

Winning can only happen, if you are successful at overcoming tasks. The Rolling Calf king made the tasks. He wanted to give you a chance at freedom. Our ruler has a generous heart. He did not have to be so kind."

The tasks are arduous. Only a handful who tried were ever successful. Most creatures and people here. They are content as you all can see. The crowd bellowed for a few minutes, then he beckoned to them for silence.

If you can complete the jobs. Your spirits and souls will return to you. You all will be free from the Dark Lord. Our King and master. As I mentioned earlier. His name is Rolling Calf King. You can then go to paradise, or back to above earth.

Tell me please! Atara begged. Please tell me! She uttered, before anyone could say anything.

The master looked up at his mini twin. The twin’s face was stony. Sweetie, you are better off staying here. If you fail, you will feel the pain of failure. You will be tormented for five years. You will be chained and in seclusion, for at least two years. The mini twin said. This time his voice was soft and soothing.

I am begging you, my dear, not to do it. My twin here tried it, and experienced the suffering. He himself would never attempt that again! The mini twin said.

I don’t care! Atara said. Any existence is better than this.

Okay, if you insist. The master said, amused. Anyone else interested, to leave? he asked. A few hands went up. Leave now with that demon lord over there. He said, pointing to a green demon ogre.

"Come back