Under The Banner Of Heaven 소설 & 이야기

Dante We are under attack! The explosion still rang in my ears as the truth snapped into place. The shooting at the club must have been a mere distraction, unprofessional on purpose, just to pull my men away from the house. They must have been watching this place and just looking for the right opportunity. How did they find out about this place? I did not think too much. I quickly jumped into action. “Aria,” I said, gripping her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. “Listen to me very carefully. We are under attack, and we need to leave now, so I'm going to need you to trust me.”

Kaiser focused his attention towards the light at the end of the tunnel-like cell, trying not to get distracted by the figures humping and twisting, groaning with lust. After all, he’s still a man… a weaker one in temptation. He cleared his throat when he reached the end of the entrance. Now, he stood facing the place they call the tabernacle. It’s basically a house of worship. Nevertheless, instead of God, Himself, it was Mr. Hunt whom they worship as they believe the man spoke the words of the gospel and salvation. They do not have the slightest idea that they were only experimental subjects for his wicked plans to enter the other realm.

Erica said and Clio nodded, “Yes, there are seven kingdoms like the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’,” Erica looked at Clio in shock, “Kingdom of Heaven? Is this place called Kingdom of Heaven?” she asked and Clio nodded. “Of course, there are Kingdom of Mountains, Night, Snow, Fire, Ocean, Heaven, and Underground” Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face.

It sheltered the upper ranks of dragon hunters in the positions of administering the whole fortress. At the top of the three-story building hung two different banners; dark and thick and wet from the rain. One was the banner of Shavath and the other one of the Dravalon Empire. The country’s flag depicted a symbol of a golden sunburst in honor of their Summer Deity and Sun God, Phlareus—the demigod bird with skin and feathers of blazing fire.

The True Universe was a vast one with many unclaimed territories. However, most of the land in the True Universe had an owner. The Asgardians lorded over the 1st Heaven with a free heart while the Olympians wielded an iron fist over the 2nd Heaven which they had claimed as theirs. The 3rd Heaven was popular for belonging to the Egyptian Gods. That land was one that was filled with chaos and disorder even though it already had a ruler. This was mainly because the gods of Egypt didn’t like to interfere with the lands they governed. If the 3rd Heaven was a lawless place, then the 4th Heaven could be best described as a place of utmost submission. In the 4th Heaven, speaking against the gods or

“Thousands of warriors… clad in coilmail that shifts like oil.” Nyra’s gaze was fixed on the valley below. The Covenant’s war drums rolled like thunder, a warning that made even the Celestial Host flinch. “They come not for us,” she murmured, “but for the world we’ve fought to save.” Aelion hovered at her shoulder, wings folded in silent vigilance. “They march under the sign of the Obsidian Mother,” he said. “A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.”

, said Lizzy in a complaining manner. "Haa, we can consider it. Now you go to washroom and become fresh quickly yourself", said Sandy in a little ordering manner. Heaven was thought from years that the letters AC on her birthmark were the initials of her prince charming, her saviour as like the fairy tales which she had eaten many times in her lonely life. Now Heaven was in washroom infront of a mirror. She looked into the birthmark in her chest (above her left breast) and said by patting on that mark, "How l am going to find you?" .

“A b*stard from Heaven’s Sanctum? What did our sectmaster say? A b*stard from Heaven’s Sanctum?” The moment these words were said, the entire stadium exploded into commotion. Countless citizens of Heaven’s Sanctum were stunned. It was obvious that this group of people did not expect their idol's words to be so vulgar. Ninety-nine percent of people knew that being disgraceful was an insult to others. It was fine if you were cursing people, but what was the point of adding a Kingdom of Heaven? “You think I’m afraid of you? Dumbass whose head was kicked by a donkey!” Yang Xiao’s face was cold.

“And the miracles?” “Staged,” I confirm. “Vittorio funds the mechanisms. The weeping statues, the glowing relics. It brings in money and power. The bishop “Augustus Hale” has spent his life perfecting the deception.” I watched him carefully now; this next part will hurt. “And you, Jordan Brick… You are part of that deception whether you want to be or not.” His head snaps toward me. “What are you talking about?”