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| Angel In Flight |
Episode 2|Angel in Flight|Baylor City, South CarolinaObadiah clutched the crying baby to his chest as he sprinted through Serenity Forest. The infant’s screams echoed through the trees, piercing his ears with every step.
“Just a little further,” he panted.
His foot caught on a fallen branch. He stumbled — and the baby slipped from his arms.
Time stopped.
Obadiah lunged forward, snatching the infant before it hit the ground. His heart pounded as he checked the child for injuries. Aside from a smear of dirt on its cheek, the boy was unharmed.
The angel let out a shaking breath.
Then—
“There they are!” A voice shouted through the trees.
Obadiah bolted, clutching the infant tighter. As he flew past a towering oak, he spotted something carved deep into its bark: the stern face of Archangel Michael — a symbol of protection.
He stopped, ducking behind the tree, breath ragged. The baby quieted in his arms, staring up at him with innocent eyes, unaware of the chaos his birth had stirred.
Then Michael’s voice echoed from within the tree: “I’ll lead them the other way.”
Moments later, the sound of rushing footsteps and a crying infant rang out in the distance — but not from Obadiah. The Reapers veered toward the false signal.
“Go now,” Michael urged.
Obadiah didn’t hesitate. He tore through the forest toward the Jump Site — a thin place where the fabric of time could be breached.
Then—searing pain.
A burning arrow tore through his back.
Obadiah staggered, fell to one knee, but refused to let go of the child. Being half-human meant his angelic healing was slower. He had maybe ten minutes before the wound overtook him.
Still, he pressed on.
But Antioch was already there.
The demon loomed over him like a shadow given form. His voice was a rasp of triumph.
“I’ve got you now.”
Obadiah shifted, eyes scanning the clearing. They were surrounded. Reapers stepped from the shadows — their red eyes glowing, their ash-grey forms pulsing with hunger.
Obadiah knew he could disintegrate them with a thought. He’d done it before. But he was wounded, weak, bleeding out.
He had to think.
The only chance was the glowing white doorway up ahead — the Jump.
He clutched the baby tighter. “You’ll have to pry this child from my dying hands.”
Antioch sneered. “I intend to. I’ll give you five minutes… if even that.”
He stepped closer, eyes burning with cruel delight. “After a thousand years, I’ve finally bested you. And when you fall, the rest of the Chosen will follow.”
Obadiah coughed, blood in his throat. “Your plan won’t succeed. It’s far from over.”
“Oh, but it is,” Antioch replied. “I have the names. Death is coming for all of them — starting with you.”
Obadiah’s breath caught. “How did you get the names of the Chosen?”
“Don’t tell him anything,” Bolofar, Antioch’s second-in-command, snarled. “Let him die like the dog he is. Let me finish it.”
Antioch ignored him. He knelt, face inches from Obadiah. His form shimmered — briefly taking on a human appearance before snapping back to his demonic shell. “We are not what you think we are. We’ve evolved. We are not just ash and fury anymore. We are strategy, deception, wrath refined.”
He pointed at the infant. “And that abomination will die first.”
Obadiah summoned every last shred of strength. His wounded wing unfurled and wrapped protectively around the baby.
Antioch stepped back. “Kill him. Take the child.”
___The Reapers moved in.
Obadiah backed into the tree. Bolofar raised his sword.
“I’ve waited for this,” the Reaper hissed.
Then—
Two giant, radiant hands burst from the tree and snatched Obadiah and the child in a flash of light.
Gone.
Antioch’s scream shook the trees. “Obadiah! I will find you!”
___The world was silent.
Obadiah groaned as he opened his eyes to flickering torchlight. He lay on a straw mat. Shapes stood above him — robed, strong, ancient.
He blinked again.
Moses.
Aaron.
Joshua.
Caleb.
“...How many days was I out?” Obadiah asked weakly.
“Three nights,” Moses answered. “We took turns watching you.”
“I’m grateful,” Obadiah said, trying to sit up — but collapsed again. His wounds still throbbed beneath the bandages.
“The Lord sent angels to heal you,” Joshua added. “But your strength must return slowly.”
Memories surged — his sister, Kristi-el. Alexander. Their deaths. The child. Joshu-el.
His voice cracked. “Where is my sister’s child?”
Moses frowned. “You were near death. Miriam cared for him until the angels came.”
Obadiah’s breath caught. “The angels took him?”
“They did,” Moses confirmed. “He is safe.”
Obadiah struggled to rise again. “I gave my word. Before she died, Kristi-el entrusted him to me. I must protect him.”
Moses nodded solemnly. “You speak rightly.”
Obadiah turned to Joshua, eyes burning with resolve. “Help me up. I need to speak with Michael.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
To fulfill his vow, Obadiah must face the heavens and sacrifice everything he was.
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