The Bible Recap Com Idols Novels & Stories

Rhoda ponders, "'That is why a man leaves his father and mother and becomes one flesh with his wife.' (Genesis 2:24) 'Don't worry about those who do evil or be envious of those who do wrong; for like the grass they will soon wither, like green plants they will soon die away. Trust in the Lord and do good. Take delight in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.' Rhoda hugs them when suddenly, she felt a quick leap in her womb and turns Rudolf, “Praise God, there’s a new life here!”

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

I knew I had to be careful with whatever I thought of, whenever I found myself in her presence. “We are almost there, just a little more patience my dear Tonye…just a little patience.” She said as she squatted very near the wash hand basin and beckoned me to do the same. Right there under the wash hand basin, was another ‘blasphemous’ inscription: ‘Money answereth all things’ – Ecclesiastes 10:19. At that moment, the whole room, the presence of the goddess and everything in it seemed to weigh me down with a kind of force I couldn’t explain. It was too overwhelming to bear.

"Wrong. Bonus to the next person." I pressed the button. "The book of Exodus." "Correct." I have sixty-seven points now. I could feel her eyes on me. It was intense. I don't care what she thinks. It is so simple. The book of Exodus. I am not judging her though. I have nothing against her either. It was my turn. "Iris Williams, Name three sons of David in the bible." Oh fuck. I only know two of them. I barely remember the third one.

“He was human.” “And you just want to kill and enslave everyone else?” She arched an eyebrow. “It is the natural order. The way it was intended to be,” Father Isaiah replied. “Genesis 1:26 Then God said, "Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground." “Your god,” Niarthen told him darkly. “We do share the same one.”

Is this how your parents taught you? Each word from Alexander indicated his dissatisfaction with me. However, I couldn't help but focus on his initial sentence, "Whoever is the strongest has the right of speech." It flashed back and forth in my mind so much that I couldn't help but ask again, "Father, are you implying that whoever is the most powerful in this family is the one who calls the shots?" Alexander and Oliver exchanged a smile upon hearing my query. "Of course. The family motto of the Kingsleys is to subdue others with force! Men are the symbol of strength!"

But this time it won’t just be loyalty binding us. It will be our end. Outside, the storm breaks open, and somewhere beneath the earth, something screams. The prophecy burns away from the page in the library far below, the ink turning to ash. It’s begun. There are only two kinds of gods—those who take, and those who are taken. I finally understood which one Isadora was destined to be.

“Refugees are a problem that will affect us in the long run, precisely because they will want to take what they don't have in order to move forward, and we cannot give up what separates us from the supernatural world. It's heresy, it's—” “It's stupid of you to say that,” said the Goddess firmly. "I don't know if you've noticed, but the world is breaking apart, and the devil is the one doing it. So, if Belial and the demons he awakened wipe out the vampires and then the wolves, the next thing they'll control is humans, and not for anything good. Belial sees them as nothing more than slaves, and I can bet you that my children would open the door to you without hesitation."

A circled note in the corner caught his eye: “BRASS = best conduit for demonic containment.” Gabe examined the idol’s halves. They were severely corroded, brittle, incomplete. Useless. But he knew what to do. He turned to his shelves—metal, tools, sculptures. One in particular stood out: a hexagonal world map he’d made with Joanne. He smiled. Then he pulled out a large sheet of brass. Hours passed. Gabe worked steadily, methodically—melting, shaping, reforging. The garage glowed with sparks and sweat. Slowly, the idol was reborn. Polished and whole.

That's when I knew he had the hag, the seer, keeping tabs on me, her eyes everywhere. I make it back to the desolate campsite where our stuff was stored, including the ancient relic the witch had given us, its power humming faintly, to transport us to and from our mission. I took my time changing into my clothing, the familiar fabric a small comfort, and breaking up the camp, erasing our presence, but it didn't take that long; we were only here for a few hours. Closing my eyes, bracing myself, I recited the words to take me home, the familiar incantation heavy on my tongue.