Genesis- Rewriting

ASCENSION

“YOU SON OF A BITCH, WHO ARE YA?” RAIZO SHOUTED IN HIS PHONE

“OUUH A WELL WISHER, NOT THAT I BELIEVE IN WISHING WELLS BUT, IT DOESN’T HARM TO TOSS A COIN NOW AND THEN DOES IT? OH ANYWAYS, I’LL CALL YOU BACK AGAIN WITH A...WELL....A BIT MORE INFORMATION AS TO WHERE YOU GOTTA PICK HER UP, THEN TAKE YOUR LADY HOME! SIMPLE RAAIGHT!....TADA!” THE GUY LAUGHED AND THEN HUNG UP.

“WHO WAS IT?” MURDOCH ASKED.

“I THINK IT WAS THE BASTARD WHO TOOK EVANGELINE” RAIZO SAID THROUGH GRITTED TEETH, “HERE, DOES THIS NUMBER SEEM FAMILIAR TO YOU?” HE SHOWED MAX THE NUMBER ON HIS PHONE.

MAX’S FACE TURNED WHITE,

“THAT’S OFFICER HAN’S CELL FROM THE PRECINCT.” HE SAID, HIS VOICE BARELY AUDIBLE, AND THEN REVVED UP THE CAR...NOT BOTHERING TO EVEN LOOK FOR RED LIGHTS.

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CHAINED UNDER THE GOD’S SEARING STARE,

LIKE VERMIN HE LAY, DEFEATED IN HIS LAIR....

A VOW OF VENGEANCE, GIVEN EONS BACK,

HE SWORE TO RISE, AS HE MUSTERED THE POWER HE LACKED...

TO STRIP THE KINGS OF THEIR THRONES SO HIGH,

AND THE GODS OF THEIR POWERS, ONCE THEIR END IS NIGH..

HE NOW HAS THE STRENGTH, THE POWER TO BE FREE

 AND ALL WHO SERVE HIM, SHALL RICHES SEE...

UNDER THE PENANCE OF TREASON, HUMANITY SHALL WRITHE,

NONE CAN STOP HIM, NOT EVEN THE BEARER OF THE SCYTHE...

A GAMBLE OF THE FATES HOWEVER, MIGHT STAND A CHANCE,

AND SAVE THE PLANES MAYBE, FROM AN ETERNAL TRANCE. 

FOR NOT A GOD IS HE, NEITHER A MORTAL BEING,

UNDER THE EYES OF DARKNESS, AN EVIL UNSEEN..

THE DOWNFALL OF SEPTENTRION, THE FEAR OF LIGHT,

THE HEIR TO THE DARK, AND  ETERNAL NIGHT.

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OFFICER HAN PLAYED WITH THE KEYS TO THE HOLDING CELL ON HIS FINGER, AS HE SAT ON HIS DESK AT THE PRECINCT. HIS MIND FULL OF ANTICIPATION AS HE WAS GOING BACK HOME TO BEIJING THAT NIGHT.

ONE OF THE TWO OFFICERS ON DUTY ALONG WITH HIM WALKED TOWARDS WHERE HE WAS SITTING,

“TOO HAPPY TO WORK HAN?” OFFICER FERNOT SAID.

“YOU KIDDIN ME FERRY? I’M DONE WITH ALL THE STUFF I COULD CLEAR UP WITH BEFORE I LEAVE. IT’S YOU WHO NEEDS TO WORK. AREN’T YOU SUPPOSED TO GAURD THAT CRACKPOT?” HAN REPLIED WITH A HINT OF SARCASM.

“I’VE KEPT THE NEW LAD ON DUTY,” FERNOT REPLIED, JERKING A THUMB ,

“AFTER ALL, GAURDING A WHIZZY ISN’T OUR JOB MAN, WE SHOULDA’ BEEN ON THE FIELD RIGHT NOW. MURDOCH UNDERESTIMATES ME SOMETIMES.”

“HEY COME ON MAN, FIZZ OUT A BIT WILL YA’?” HAN SAID PUNCHING HIM PLAYFULLY.

“HEY TRUMAN!” FERNOT CALLED OUT TO THE NEW OFFICER GAURDING THE CELL, “WHAT’S WITH ALL THE RACKET?”,HE SAID AS THEY STARTED TO HEAR LOUD NOISES FROM INSIDE THE HOLDING CELL.