The Incubus, Succubus and Son of Perdition Box Set: The Len du Randt Bundle (97 page)

As you should know by now,
Andrew converted. In fact, I think he was one of the first to convert, and also
one of the first to die. I don’t know if I would ever be able to forgive myself
for how I treated Andy in those last few days of his life, and also that I’m
directly responsible for his death, but if he finds a way to forgive me, that would
be a good start.

I just want you to know that I
have accepted Jesus as my Lord and Saviour, and want to thank you for the years
of prayer that you have invested in me. It appears that it was not a total
waste of your time, after all. And now, because of those prayers, I get to
spend the rest of eternity with you and the Jesus you never stopped talking
about. Now that I know Him too, I understand why you were so persistent.

Norm, there were times when I
was being tortured in the concentration camp when I almost gave up. Almost. A
friend of mine did, and turned to Victor. I don’t know why he turned after
coming so far, especially after all my prayers. But I have come to accept that
when it comes to free will, each person is responsible for his or her own
decisions.

I’m in Jerusalem now. Have been
here for a few weeks after arriving with the help of what I think was an angel.
I guess multiple Raptures could explain why Christians could never agree on a
pre—or post Tribulation Rapture. After spending some time in the local
hospital, I was restored back to health and assigned duties to fulfil while we
wait for Victor’s armies to storm the city. We have fortified walls around the
Old City in Jerusalem and the plan is to use our elevated positions as a strategic
advantage. I’m not really sure what our chances are of winning this thing, but
we don’t really have any other options to choose from.

There’s a guy here called
Timothy that seems to run the show. We have become friends in a way, but a
pressing time schedule hinders us from pursuing this friendship in full. I
guess that once this is all over, we should have ample time to get to know one
another.

I admit that I feel much better
since writing this letter, and just want you to know that I look forward to
seeing you again, my dear brother.

Thanks again for all your
prayers, support, and patience with me throughout the years.

Your friend and brother,

Trevor

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‘
They’re coming!
’ the scout
shrieked into the two-way radio. Five minutes later, Timothy was standing next
to the scout, looking at the horizon through very powerful binoculars. A black
mass was gathering on the horizon.

Dear Jesus,
Timothy prayed.
Please help us
through this.
The reality of the war only struck him now, and his stomach
twisted and turned as he thought about the inevitable conflict that was soon to
take place.

‘So they’re here?’ Malcolm asked as he joined his son
on the lookout post.

‘They’re here,’ Timothy nodded.

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Trevor looked up at the watchtower.
Malcolm had returned to his post and Timothy was alone, surveying the landscape
through his binoculars. Trevor climbed the ladder to the top and squinted into
the distance.

‘They will be here in about a week,’ Timothy said and
handed the binoculars to Trevor.

‘How many are there?’ Trevor asked as he focused the
binoculars.

‘I figure that there’s just over a million that we can
see now. The rest will be marching behind.

Trevor whistled softly. ‘How many in total?’

‘Not sure,’ Timothy said, ‘but according to someone I
met, they have about two hundred million Imperial Soldiers and two and a half
billion human ‘soldiers’ of every race, age, and gender.’

‘Do the others know about this?’

‘No,’ Timothy said, ‘and I would like to keep it that way.
No need to let the people panic. Hopelessness can be a fatal poison.’

‘Understood,’ Trevor said and surveyed the coming force
once more. He wondered if Sumen and René were amongst those marching toward
Jerusalem and figured that they probably were. He bit his lip as images of René
flashed through his mind and wondered if he would ever see her again.

‘Are the speakers up?’ Timothy asked.

‘Most of them,’ Trevor said. ‘We still need to hook up
about twenty more.’

Timothy sighed deeply. ‘Then let us finish it,’ he said
and the two men descended from the watchtower.

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‘All eyes around the world are
focussed on the gathering mass near Jerusalem. Those not physically there are
continuously following the war in front of their television sets as this
clearly becomes the most televised event in the history of communications. All
channels are covering the war, even the movie channels.

‘Sovereign Emperor Victor Yoshe has claimed that the
war should be over in less than a day. Leaflets are being dropped from
airplanes as a means to supply the terrorists with one last chance to surrender
peacefully. The terrorists have not yet responded.

‘Sovereign Emperor Yoshe has claimed that the main
strategy would be to send in a million Imperial Soldiers first to storm the
city and bring down its defences, after which, another six million Imperial
Soldiers will flood the city and kill all male terrorists. The females and
children will be given one last chance to convert before being executed.
Emperor Yoshe said that once this has been accomplished, his era of peace shall
finally be able to begin.

‘This is Roland Jackson, reporting to you live from the
Middle East.’

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Timothy brought the receiver to his
mouth. He clicked the button and waited a few seconds. The reverberating march
of the massive army and their loud cheering and singing distracted him from
what he was about to do.

‘Tim?’ a voice squawked from the radio.

Timothy managed to tear his gaze from the horizon.
‘Activate the speakers,’ he said, and then turned his attention back to the
black mass.

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A loud screeching sound echoed
throughout Jerusalem as two hundred and twenty enormous speakers were switched
on simultaneously. They were placed on strategic locations all around the Old
City, and camouflaged to hide them from the enemy.

‘Speakers activated,’ Trevor confirmed through the
two-way radio. ‘We’re good to go.’

‘Great work, Trevor,’ Timothy said.

Trevor looked up at the watchtower and decided that he wanted
to join Timothy and have another peek at the army.

‘Watson, this is Trevor. Are you there?’

‘I’m here, Trev.’

‘We’re live. Wait for the signal and then have the
people worship as loudly and lively as they can.’

‘Will do.’

With that, Trevor climbed the ladder to the watchtower.
It had been a week since he had been up there with Timothy and didn’t know what
to expect. But nothing in the world could have prepared him for what he did see
when he reached the top.

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The worship booming from the
speakers caught Victor’s army off guard for a brief moment. But the effect was
short-lived. The enemy resumed its marching and shouting.

‘Do you feel the vibrations?’ Timothy asked.

‘I do,’ Trevor said. As far as his eyes allowed him to
see, he saw people and Imperial Soldiers. Trevor could make out the shapes of
the ones in front, but the ones at the end appeared as tiny specks of sand.

This is it, Lord,
Trevor prayed.
This is the cause
my parents died for.
Please do not let anything happen to your children.

The droning grew louder and louder still, disrupting
Trevor’s thoughts. The people responded by worshipping louder.

‘Get the women indoors,’ Timothy shouted into his
radio. ‘And up the volume on the speakers.’

The stomping and shouting of the enemy continued
swelling and then, all at once, it stopped. Timothy signalled the worship to
stop too, and a few seconds later, an eerie silence hung over Jerusalem.

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‘We have come a long way,’ Victor
said facing more than a billion onlookers, his voice supernaturally filtering
to each of their ears. ‘But we are finally at the point of eradicating these
terrorists once and for all.’

A deafening cheer shook the Earth and Victor allowed it
to run its course.

‘But first,’ he said and smiled. ‘Let’s see if they’re
willing to repent and ask forgiveness of their sins.’

He turned toward the ancient city in front of him and
shouted, ‘Are you prepared to yield to me and ask me for my forgiveness?’

There was a moment of silence, and then a screech came
from the speakers lodged on the city walls.

‘We are prepared...’ a voice boomed from the speakers.

Victor smiled.

‘To yield to Jesus Christ and to Him
alone
.’

Victor’s smile faded.

‘You...’ the voice shouted from the speakers. ‘You can
go to Hell!’

The Imperial Soldiers raised a demonic roar and Victor
held up his hand to silence them.

‘They have made their choice,’ he said. ‘I want you to
enter the city and slay the people hiding in there. Do
not
take
prisoners. Decapitate them and kill the children in front of their mothers. Let
their blood flow through the city streets like rivers.’

The soldiers roared and cheered their approval.

‘My loyal people,’ said Victor and he raised his sword
into the air. ‘
Attack!
’

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Trevor first thought that the
ground was shaking because of the heavy feet of millions upon millions of
imperial soldiers charging toward Jerusalem. He soon realized that it was more
than that. Much more.

In the distance a building crumbled. Soon, the world
was shaking so violently that Trevor was flung clear off his feet. A structure
crumbled and fell on top of him, instantly engulfing him in darkness.

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Timothy tried to keep his balance,
but was violently yanked off his feet. He pulled himself up using all the
strength that he could muster and his heart sank as he saw buildings crumble
and collapse. The streets tore open, swallowing entire groups of people at
once.

He looked over the wall and saw that it was the whole
Earth shaking and not just Jerusalem. The ground also swallowed large patches
of Victor’s army; at some places even thousands at once. Timothy scurried down
the watchtower ladder to see if anyone needed his assistance. He was halfway
down when he realized that he had made a mistake. The Earth shook even more,
and he lost his balance and fell.

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The cave rumbled and large rocks
fell to the ground. Ryan kept reading as much of the Bible as he could. He fell
to one side and the Bible flew from his hand. He tried to regain his balance,
but a large boulder fell onto—and crushed his leg. Ryan screamed out from the
pain and he suddenly realized his fate.

‘Forgive me, Jesus!’ he shouted as the entire cave
collapsed on top of him.

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The Earthquake violently shook and
tore at every landmass on Earth. The shockwaves caused major volcanoes to
erupt. Those underneath the ocean spat out lava that instantly released massive
clouds of poisonous gasses into the air. Soon, many villages, towns, and cities
were engulfed in boiling lava.

Famous landmarks—manmade or otherwise—were demolished
within seconds of the quake starting. The Pyramids, Stonehenge, Mount Rushmore,
and even a large section the Great Wall of China were all reduced to rubble.

The shaking of the continents tore loose the San
Andreas Fault along the North-western American Shoreline, causing entire cities
to be swallowed by the ocean. The San Diego, Los Angeles, and San Francisco
areas all broke apart from the main continent and disappeared beneath the
ocean. This resulted in even more tidal waves.