Michael

By Panayotis

The nightmare sucks you down. Down to a place never before seen by man. You go deeper and deeper into the underworld ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Panayotis
• Release date: Mar 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215305720

Panayotis

The Author Panayotis, presently living in Lakewood Ranch, Florida. He is married to the love of his life Susan and has three sons. Jesse, Andrew, and Junior. He retired as a Registered Respiratory Therapist in 2014. This is Panayotis’s second book in the Junior and Dumb Old Bo series. Panayotis is presently working on his third book "Michael" which he hopes to finish soon.

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Second Edition    August 2023

COVER ILLUSTRATION by

Andrew Theophilopoulos

Michael

By Panayotis

Chapter One

The nightmare sucks you down, down to a place never before seen by man. You go deeper and deeper into the underworld - it suddenly explodes into an infinite cavern. A cavern that appears to have no end, a place where darkness is without boundaries.

The enormity of the cavern is illuminated, only by the sporadic torch arrangement along the cavern entity. Huge balls of flames light the vastness as they shoot up into the high reaches of the cavern and disappear into the darkness overhead.

These eternal flames have lighted the abyss since the beginning of time. Somehow, the vastness of this subterranean site seems bare, cold, and without life, nothing grows or lives. The smell of death is everywhere no one is seen. Nothing stirs, not until a lone figure stands up from his throne. He raises his hand in front of him and mumbles some uncompressible words in a language that has been lost for eons. The words are powerful, and his voice reaches the full vastness of the cavern like icy fingers reaching out.

He sits back down on his throne and waits, peering deep into his surroundings. Slowly a faint mist arises from everywhere. It seems to seep out of the ground, the walls, and even from the empty spaces itself. The mist thickens and takes upon itself a vile color and a stench that can be compared to rotting flesh.

The being sits on his throne as he looks upon the green foul mist that soon starts to take shape. The shapes that the mist slowly takes begin to resemble human figures.

A satisfied grin contorts the creature’s face as he sits on his throne and watches the metamorphosis of the masses of his subjects to be.

Where there was nothing, there is now billions of lifeless shells that were once human. That had been in the pass alive with spirits and souls. Now these lifeless cadavers stand in front of a platform of solidified volcanic rock in the presence of their Master, the king of all that is vile and horrendous. These creatures without souls fall onto their knees as they pay homage to their lord, the King of this depraved, horrific underworld.

The mist continues to form these creatures until all of the master’s slaves have been brought forth. The dead wait in silence for their master’s command. They look up to their master through black dead eyes.

The followers do not know the name of the lord of this underworld, but only to God almighty, who expelled him for his treachery. Who was once an Angel and who was sent away from a place of prominence? The Angel that sat at the right side of God.

Lucifer, which once meant bearer of light, who was later renamed Satan by all that feared and loathed him. Lucifer’s never-ending search for revenge for his expulsion from heaven might have finally presented itself for the first time immortal as he beckons one of his most obedient followers.

This pathetic disciple mounts the steps leading up to the dais, he approaches the platform where his master is seated. The disciple reaches the top of the stairs, coming within reach of his master, and throws himself at the feet of the Lord of the underworld. Lying prostrate in front of his king, waiting for his master biding.

Arise my most obedient follower that has been at my side since the beginning. I have a charge for you to go forth and carry out for me.

The prostrated creature raises its head and without looking directly into his master’s eyes he says, Anything my lord and master. I am here to listen, obey and follow your command and succeed or perish in my quest to satisfy your decree, my Lord.

That is all I ask, total obedience. Rise my myrmidon and listen to what I will mandate for you to do for me.

The myrmidon stands in front of the ruler of all that is flagitious and depraved and awaits for his directives from his master, patiently. The master sits on his throne and looks down upon his apostle and for a moment contemplates what exactly will be his instructions that he must instruct for his disciple

Listen carefully my most loyal. Listen to my instructions and if you carry out my commands, you will be honored for your task. You will sit at my side and will become crown prince to my kingdom. All that you see in front of you now and throughout eternity will lie before you. All my creatures will all be your subordinates and non-questioning followers. Do you understand me Janus?

Yes, overlord of all, that is here.

Then let me explain what you must do. The rest of you, leave me.

As silent as before, the hordes of the undead dissipate into nothing. All that is left is the master and his disciple Janus.

Sit here at my feet and listen to what you must know and to what has to be done. I have waited for time immortal to revenge myself and at last, now is the time. You will go to the world of the mortals, and you will destroy it.

But how my master.

"Quiet, you will speak in my presence only if you are asked to do so, not before.

Yes Master, I understand, and I obey.

Good. I will send you to the world of the mortals to find and destroy a woman.

A woman master.

Yes, there is a woman there that is pure of heart and compassionate for all living things. She has no fault, no stain on her character, yet she is the key to my plan. The very thought of such a mortal existing sickens me. If you can kill this sickening creature, the process of events of total destruction of all of mankind that will be destroyed through war and pestilence, she is the key to Armageddon. Do you understand?

Yes Master, I think so, but how will I know who she is and where can I find her.

Your unquenchable thirst for blood will bring you to her. I have tried to see her but some power stronger than my mind is interfering with my efforts to see her exact location but have no fear my disciple of darkness. You will find yourself close to her and you will learn through your instincts who and when you will kill her. Be going on your quest to end these pathetic mortals.

Yes master, I obey without question.

The creature was responding to his master's commands as he closed his eyes. When he re-opened his eyes, his disciple was gone on his quest. Sent on his quest by the king of darkness, the monarch of the undead.

This revengeful defrocked angel, sitting on his throne laughing a hideous laughter that rumbles through the very foundation of this immense cavern as he stands up with his fist quenched and shakes it up to the heavens.

I am Lucifer, the rightful God of all that prevails. I will have my revenge. I have waited till time immortal for the right time and that time is right now. Nothing can stop my efforts to crush you Jehovah. I will become the supreme and the almighty ruler of everything that exists and that will exist, while you will become my slave, my drudge. This I swear!

Lucifer, master of the underworld continues to stand with his fist clenched as he mutters to himself. He then slowly sits back down on his throne. He is alone once again; he places his hand on his forehead as he falls deep in thought.

Throughout the vastness of the cavern, the sound of silence is deafening, only interrupted by a multitude of fireballs shooting up into the depths of darkness that surrounds and engulfs everything.

Chapter Two

Evening of Dec. 18th

Atorrent rain once again came down on the oncoming night over the metropolitan city of Montreal. The new full moon played a hide-and-seek game with the rain clouds over the streets of downtown Montreal. It started to overflow, its sewers that were incapable of handling the onslaught.

The total darkness that the clouds had imposed was suddenly overwhelmed, as the new full moon broke free of its gloomy prison, if only for a moment, and lit up the sky with an intensity of an explosion. The brilliance of this new moon brought out of the shadows, the sights of Notre Dame Cathedral of Montreal as its glorious gothic structure stood majestically in the moonlight with all its magnificence.

The cathedral was an architectural masterpiece, unsurpassed by none in Montreal. Originally, built by Diocesan priests that had joined with a society of Jesuits, whom already had established a thriving mission in the area.

The long curving road of Notre Dame Street made its way