Novel & Cerita Father Elijah: An Apocalypse

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

KAMARA The tires of the SUV screamed against the asphalt as Elijah pulled a hard U-turn, heading away from the glow of the burning warehouse. My chest felt like it had been hollowed out with a rusted spoon. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jace wounded, bleeding, and pinned under Brian, facing down the man who had just murdered his own brother. "We have to go back," I whispered, my voice trembling. Then, louder: "Elijah, stop the car! We can’t just leave him there with that... that animal!"

The world was shifting—creaking under the weight of a reckoning long foretold and now awakened. The final message came in a storm. Thunder cracked over the sanctuary. Lightning struck the well, illuminating the silhouette of a man standing in the courtyard. Drenched, cloaked in shadow, he stepped forward as the door opened. "Who are you?" Arthur asked, weapon drawn. The stranger removed his hood. Scars lined his face. His eyes were pale fire. "My name is Elijah," he said. "I was the vessel before her. And I have come to warn you. The altar does not bless. It burns. And it is hungry."

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

"And apparently, he's kidnapping priests now." Sofia froze mid-flip, giving me a sharp look. "What?" I sighed. "Long story," I breathed. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this priest go by the name Father Elijah?" I blinked, unsure. "I haven't exactly heard the details." "It has to be him. He's causing some kind of uprising against top mafia dons. He says he wants to exorcise their souls and chase out the devil." My eyes went wide. "W-what do you mean? How long has this been going on for?" I asked her.

💔 ⸻ Tears in his eyes. ⸻ “I’m sorry.” ⸻ Young Elian smiled. ❤️ ⸻ As though he already understood. ⸻ “You have to erase me.” ⸻ The Father couldn’t answer. 😢 ⸻ Because it was true. ⸻ If Elian remained… Reality would eventually collapse. ⸻ 🌙 The Cruelest Choice The memory ended. 🌑 ⸻ The Father closed his eyes. ⸻ “I erased every record.”

In fact I hadn't seen anyone other than this guy. “No!” “She’s not here anyway.” Elida mutters from her cell next to mine. Simon’s expression changes immediately, his head snapping in her direction. He takes a step sideways to look at her properly, just slightly out of my line of sight. “What is that supposed to mean?” The Beta growls at her but she just laughs back. “We all know saintly Alpha Elijah will have made a new deal with my father. She wouldn’t have survived my poison otherwise. Only dear daddy could have saved her. So what has he promised this time?”

Thankfully, there was no explosion. Adrik successfully deactivated the bomb. "Hey, now open your eyes. You are safe, "he said to the man. He slowly opened his eyes and saw himself, safe. "Thank you!!" "What is your name?" Adrik enquired. "Darwin Atkinson, I am a scientist. My father used to work here, but he was killed in an accident while conducting a chemical experiment. He has not completed his contracted years of service, so these people dragged me here to finish my father's service." Darwin expressed his sadness.

"Bodies. The ground split open. Swallowed them. Daniel. Sophia. The child." Marcus's face tightened. "A vision. The apocalypse is coming. You just saw a piece of it." I blinked. "So it's real. Everything you said." "Yes." The room steadied. I sat up fully. Daniel was gone. "He left when you hit the ground," Marcus said. "But he saw it. He saw something happen to you. He'll use it—say you're unstable, use it against you in the divorce." My mind raced. He was right.