Israel, Jerusalem
Today as we stand here, the third temple, the symbol of biblical prophecies!
And on this day, humanity stands on the threshold of the messianic age!
This third temple is the symbol of the God's return to save us from antichrists! (Anyone who denies and opposes God)
Though, there were many difficulties faced by us related to the construction of this holy monument, but God was watching us! God wanted this! It was Divine's will!
I can't imagine what the authorities went through! The complex web of Islamic sentiments which opposed this project, the politics that revolved around this—
Whew!
Pardon me with the details. They even once tried to sabotage our supplies but they couldn't! Because it was God's will that this project should be completed! Who would go against Divine's will? That would be utterly idiotic!
But with the combined efforts of our team and the faithful finding of countries from Russia to Australia! From USA to Japan! We deeply appreciate that!
Because of that, I am going to let the center attention to be the leader of the archeology team and history department related to this project, Dr. Jacob Hamilton.
Everyone applauded after Jacob Hamilton went up the pulpit. A relatively old man with white hairs, but a very crucial person in this project.
He went on with the usual salutation and talked about how the Islamic sentiments and the complex politics affected this project's pace and efficiency.
Everyone thought this would go pretty normal and boring. No one wants to listen to the useless chatter of an old man. Especially if he is related to history.
"It's like a homecoming. Ongoing Palestine conflict mixed with the Islamic sentiments caused this project to delay considerably. But now that it's complete, it should be called the 8th wonder of the world. This place has very great historical importance. The land of many prophets and it should be honoured."
He went on with his speech but nobody knew that what he is going to say next will cause the whole world to shake.
"From this day on, I would like to call this a new era." he said with great animation caused a great uproar. People stood up and applauded.
"This is like a rebirth of our Messiah. Like their birth turned the history's direction, this monument is going to do the same too. New history should start after this milestone"
THE MESSIANIC ERA.
0 M.E
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But as the inauguration was going on, there was a man, watching from afar. Just watching and gritting his teeth.
'What God?'
'They don't know what divine wants!'
But he could do nothing but to see in vain, how this temple stood only to mock his powerlessness to resist. He couldn't help but be frustrated by those people and their obsession with God.
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And at this auspicious and holy moment, we want to call Mr. Latinus on the stage to share his views.
Latinus went up the pulpit. He was a a good-looking man who gained a strong influene in world government.
Dark black hairs, fair skin and dark eyes which hold a deep wisdom regardless of his age. About 29 years old he was.
With presentable white shirt and dark trousers which perfectly went along his body. Not much accessories but perhaps that was part of his charm.
"I am deeply grateful that the authorities gave me the opportunity to be present at this moment. No doubt this moment will go down in history"
He paused, contemplating something.
"I am going to drop this formal tone"
"This the least I can do to serve the King of the Kings...and—"
He paused again. Everyone were on the edge of their seat
"Let Jesus take the wheel and stay back. Amen!"
He raised his hand giving a signal that this was all.
Everyone stood up and applauded. This sudden drop of this tense and formal atmosphere was refreshing to the audience and they applauded with genuine mirth and amusement.
"Young blood" a man shook his head out of amusement.
"He gives John F. Kennedy vibes!" Another man remarked and they both laughed.
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The meeting went on but that man stayed there, scratching the dry sand beneath him.
The event eventually ended, but he stayed there. Eventually in vain, he turned back and started walking towards his hotel. It was about evening, the nocturnal human life was coming alive. But he was deep in thought.
People were roaming around with their partner, or friend, or their family. Completely oblivious of the storm of thoughts running wild inside that man's head.
People were celebrating. It was like a homecoming of their long gone Messiah, their savior. People were having drinks and dancing in clubs to celebrate this moment. Perhaps, this may also bring a renewal of peace in their country. Now having strong bonds with many countries who funded this project, they don't need to fear anyone.
Suddenly he felt a hand touch his shoulder. That startled him and he looked back. He saw a man of about his height, his faced covered with a hood. He had a dark bag and wore a cape with which he purely stood out from the crowd, but also gave his presence a creepy undertone.
"Alister Crowley?" The hooded man said, his voice was deep and gravely.
Alister, taken aback by that man addressing him like that stepped back
"Ho...how do you know me?" He asked, surprise and shock evident.
"Come with me" the hooded man forcefully pushed him into an alleyway and blocked his way
Alister fell back on the ground and looked up at him in fury
"What are you doing?!"
"Shut up and listen"
"Fuck yourself!"
Alister stood up and lunged at him. The hooded man didn't budge and pushed him back
"So that's what you want" Alister took a fighting stance. The hooded man lunged back at him in an attempt to pin him down but Alister jumped back, escaping from his grasp.
Alister threw a punch at the hooded man but he pulled back and threw landed a punch on Crowley's gut, knocking the air out of his lungs.
Alister stepped back, holding his abdomen in pain.
"Alister, you have a job to do"
"Like I'll listen to you!"
Without any warning, he threw a punch at the man's chest with his whole strength. The man fell back and now, his hood now thrown back.
Alister couldn't help but be horrified by that man's face.
His face was pale, like a dead body. With stitches everywhere, pulling his skin back so tightly that the stretch lines were visible. A face filled with piercings. His hairs were short but spiky, his eyes completely back. Perhaps due to eye tattooing. And on his forehead, was carved the star of David.
Alister stepped back in horror at his condition.
"W...what are you?"
"That doesn't matter" the man said with that same gravely voice. "But you have a job to do" he added.
"Me? A job?" Alister asked
The man rummaged through his bag and pulled out a thick book and extended that towards Alister
"Circulate this" he said
Alister looked with confusion at the book but eventually took it in hand.
"What is this?"
"It's the translation of...Codex Gigas"
They both went silent.
Distant murmur. Nothing else in that dark alleyway.
"Who are you?" Alister asked again.
"You probably won't see me again. But this could be the key to the ultimate judgement day"
"What the—"
"Circulate this in whole USA, isn't that what you want too? To give them a new worldview other than that?"
The man turned back to leave. Alister was still comprehending his words. Few seconds passed until he realised that the man left.
"Wait!" He screamed and dashes out of the alleyway only to find no one.
Alister ran around the streets of Jerusalem with that cursed grimoire in his hand to find that man, but he couldn't. It was like he disappeared into thin air only to leave him with a book, which complied the thoughts of the devil itself.
His hands shook whole holding that cursed book. Partly due to its weight, and partly due to his disbelief. He looked around and went inside a bar. It was recently lit up and people were celebrating the homecoming of their Messiah, but her had other plans. He say down on a table, holding the book close to us chest.
He looked around before slowly putting that book on the table. It's cover was made of leather, which added to it's mystic. Crowley was sweating but he didn't care. He slowly opened the book and his eyes landed on the first page, only to see an illustration of devil.
He curiously examined the image, it looked the same as that of the illustration of devil ok Codex Gigas. Her further turned the page and and found the index. It is not the translation of a single book, but many other books too. But the thing that really caught his eyes were the other titles of books which he never heard of.
'It has translation of unknown books too?'
He asked himself.
Then he started skimming over pages as his confidence increased. And then his eyes landed on an illustration. It showed an angelic figure, perhaps God side by side with a demonic figure. Satan probably, surrounded by hands on fire. Only a single trail of hands are normal. The message was cryptic but he didn't had any energy to decide what it said.
For 30 minutes, he was skimming through that gigantic book before his eyes landed on a certain phrase that made him close the book frantically with a horrified expression.
"This is total blasphemy!" He screamed.