Occult Rule Of Abraham Tonnel

Occult Rule Of Abraham Tonnel

Aloysia09

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When the threat from nine demons tends to draw an end to mankind, Abraham begins to reign terror as one of the strongest beings ever known. Until he receives the duty to save God's people. Killing his father, he assumed position as King even as the last son of five, working accordingly to gather an army of supernaturals to go against the apocalypse. But when the foes of mortality take away his most beloved ones and blackens his heart, he chooses to abandon his cause. Until a divine revelation leaves him perplexed.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Prologue

Immortals...

To most of the world, they were just a myth, or fictional horror in fairy tales. It seemed impossible to possess abilities of shape shifting, fire, water or even more powerful elements the world had ever seen.

But at this moment, they wished they had been taught better.

It was a creature nine meters tall, a size too intimidating for any usual beast of God. Whenever it snarled, it displayed teeth of a number too impossible to count.

Its eyes glowed with a light familiar to the flames of hell.

Now it roared at the people who threatened to bring it down, angered and disdainful at the same time.

As it raised a clawed and mighty paw to strike, it received a spear deep through its ribs, and instead of blood, a beam of amber light seeped out of the wound.

They called it Diabolus...and it was angry.

Both ears quivered while the glow from its body seemed to intensify. And much to the surprise of every human opponent surrounding it, Diabolus hung its head low and breathed out fire. Flames soared from its nostrils and mouth in a level that confirmed it came from hell.

The supposed defenders were turned to smouldering pieces of flesh in less than a moment and the remaining women and children had already begun to seek atonement for all their sins.

Diabolus' ears quivered again, quite ready to exhale another pound of fire to finish off the mortals.

But then... someone appeared in a flare of amber light.

As it would have surprised most people, this savior of theirs was very much human like them. If there was anything Divine about the man that had suddenly appeared before them, it was his features.

His perfect height complemented broad, built body, strong enough to take out men...but certainly not Diabolus.

His eyes were an icy shade of blue, and just as cold.

And his hair...

The creature roared at the man and glared for a while, but it did not attack him like they felt it should. Instead, its head dipped in a fearful bow like this tiny human was God.

And slowly, Diabolus took backward steps away from the man, releasing sad snarls from the base of its throat.

As it reached a distance it felt was safe, it disappeared into nothingness, leaving behind the puff of smoke and smell of burning brimstone in the air.

The women and children shivered out of their hiding places to gawk at this human who chased the devil off with his eyes. Their speech had expectedly been lost in the realisation of this new realm of existence.

However, the savior turned his face to his side just to have a glance of the people he'd saved. Before they could blink twice, he looked away, twisted his neck... and vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.

But in contrast to the smoky scent Diabolus had left by, he left a glow of fire...of hope to the existence of mortality.

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