Lahat ng Kabanata ng Leesa's Advent: Kabanata 671 - Kabanata 680

As she stealthily made her way to the Prayer Tent, Emma prayed that she hadn’t completely lost her mind. But her decision to go it alone at this point was fueled by her need to save her daughter by any means necessary. She could not turn away from her mission nor let anyone know or they’d have stopped her for sure, especially Michael. Oh, if she made it through this, he was going to kill her! She’d gladly deal with that later. She was about to turn master and disciple against each other to save her daughter. And may they wipe each other off the face of the earth and leave us alone, she thought.She snuck in the back of the Prayer Tent, not wanting to be seen by Nathanael. She slunk down in a seat and waited for the service to end, occupying herself with looking around. They had indeed done an excellent job of ridding the place of people. Where the first prayer service had standing room only, this one was a quarter filled at best.Namirha appeared quit

From what Emma could see from her vantage point, Agremon had tied Hannah’s hands behind her back. When she shifted a bit to get a better look, she found that he’d also attached a collar around her neck and a leash attached to that. He pulled her like a dog towards the stone slab altar. She couldn’t stop her impulses to run to her daughter, but Namirha’s strong hold settled her back in her spot, silently conveying he had it all under control.“Well, well, well, what have we here? You’re starting the party without me?” Namirha quickly waved his hand to secure Agremon to the very spot where he stood. For all his efforts, he couldn’t pick up his feet, and his arms were sealed to his sides. “Don’t you know how rude that is? In fact this party’s not supposed to happen until Thursday, isn’t that right, Hannah? Your birthday is on Thursday. You must have gotten your dates wrong, Agremon. Tell me you got the dates

So, Namirha had taken Hannah back to his dwelling. Agremon could feel the powerful shield he’d erected to keep him away from her. But he had the knife. Each had a piece of the prize, which without the other, rendered them both useless. He snarled as he ripped into another hapless human.But wait, he thought, he was in the perfect position to bargain. Each had what the other one wanted. Namirha would never give up Hannah, and he would never give up the knife. Perhaps they could, dare he think it, share, and both gain Hannah’s powers? Preposterous! But, he could let Namirha at least think so. He was willing to wager that he was too weak and struggling at this point, and would yield. And then, when the time came, Agremon would strike and absorb all of the girl’s powers.He grabbed another human and sent him to an untimely death. He could sense his Master’s arrival behind him. He felt a tugging on the sheathed knife, but he had shielded it so it wouldn’t budge. Agremon pivoted around to f

Namirha decided it was best not to return to his lair. He was confident his shields held the girl within while keeping others out. Besides, knowing that she was there was too enticing. He didn’t care about the deal he’d made with Emma. He’d gotten her daughter away from Agremon to benefit himself. He did care, however, that he should get all of her powers, and that wouldn’t be possible for three days. Three impossible days. So he decided to head to The Source’s vacant headquarters and wait it out, while keeping a close eye on his less-than-trustworthy henchman’s movements. He would surely pay for his betrayal. Namirha relished the many possibilities he could unleash for the rest of Agremon’s eternity. Those very evil possibilities improved his disposition exponentially.Just as it looked to Kemuel as though the angels had gotten the upper hand, another wave of demons appeared to start the onslaught anew. Thousands of angels reasserted

Emma felt her daughter’s thread come crashing through her latest attempt at saving one of the angels. Thank the heavens she’s alive. But not out of danger. She looked over her shoulder to her rock and protector, who had been unwavering in his support during the past three days.“It’s her birthday, Michael,” she lamented. “She’s six years old today. My baby’s six years old.” She shut her eyes for a moment and gathered herself together. So far, Namirha had kept to their deal. Hannah was alive and at the altar. She had to go to her, to see her one last time.“I know. We have to go. She’s waiting for us,” Michael urged softly. He grabbed her and then flew them to the top of the mesa. Her stomach fluttered as her feet left the ground, and she closed her eyes tightly, holding onto him with a death grip. But her trust was strong, and her need to see her daughter, stronger. She fully expected to arrive at the altar in perfect health. And then she could say goodbye. Rather than go into this fi