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At first Alex didn’t take it in, and then what the angel was saying slammed through him like a tsunami. Beside him on the bed, Willow had gone very still, her lips white.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered.
“The First Wave was primarily to see if it could be done,” said Nate heavily. “Could angels survive in this way? And the answer seems to be yes. Most angels have taken to feeding off humans with alacrity. Enjoyment, even. ” His face twisted in disgust. “So, it’s been deemed a success. The news came through about six weeks ago; the Second Wave has now been authorized. When it occurs, it will roughly double the number of angels currently here. ”
“When?” asked Alex. His throat was dry.
Nate’s eyes met his. “Tomorrow,” he said.
“Tomorrow?”
Nate nodded. “The plans have been in place for more than two years; once the green light came six weeks ago, things happened quickly. ”
“Here, look at this,” said Sophie, reaching for her briefcase. She handed over a white flyer with silver-and-blue lettering. It had the Church of Angels logo of an angel with outstretched wings and arms, and it read:
THE ANGELS ARE COMING!
OCTOBER 31ST IS USUALLY ALL HALLOW’S EVE, BUT THIS YEAR IT’S ALL ANGELS’ EVE.
We have prayed, and the angels have answered. By their loving grace, our world is about to be blessed with an even stronger angelic presence. The angels have heard our pleas, our hopes and dreams, and they are coming to us. Be there to help herald in a new, better world with the angels.
SPECIAL SERVICE AND CELEBRATION
CHURCH OF ANGELS MAIN CATHEDRAL, DENVER, CO
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 31ST, 4:00 P. M.
Alex stared, at a loss for words. The Invasion had been bad enough. He tried to imagine the number of angels on earth doubling and then more arriving after that, and even more after that. It would be wholesale slaughter of humans at that point.
And from the sounds of things, he was the only Angel Killer left.
“How can they . . . do this so publicly?” whispered Willow, touching the flyer.
Sophie shrugged. “It’s the usual thing, hiding in plain view. Those who don’t believe will just think there’s nothing to it, that the Church of Angels is full of loonies. ”
Willow hugged her elbows. “So all these people are going to come, to celebrate the angels — and the angels are going to feed off them?” Her voice sounded harsh with sorrow and revulsion.
Nate shook his head. “The arriving angels won’t be feeding just yet; this world will be totally new to them. It’ll take them some time to get settled, get acclimated. . . . Then it will start. But, yes, it’s still obscene — the thought of the crowd being so thrilled to see more angels arrive. ”
Alex frowned, trying to picture the scene. “How are they supposed to see them, if the angels aren’t feeding yet?”
Nate snorted. “It’s a special occasion,” he said. “The angels are going to lower their frequency on the ethereal plane as they fly through the cathedral — it’ll mean that the audience will be able to see them as they arrive. They’re looking forward to all the cheers. ”
Cheers. Alex pitched the flyer onto the table, feeling sick.
“This wave, and the ones planned for following it, can’t be allowed to happen,” said Sophie intently, leaning forward. “We were losing ground against the angels already. If even more arrive on this scale, we won’t have a chance — society as we currently know it will probably be gone in ten years. ”
Willow made a small noise. Alex gripped her hand and glanced back at Nate. “So fill me in on the angels’ grand plan,” he said. “If you infect all the humans with angel burn, how are you supposed to feed once they’re all dead?”
The angel looked reluctant. “As long as humans have children, angels will have fresh energy sources. I believe there are plans afoot to begin encouraging larger families among followers. ”
It figured. Alex grimaced, unsurprised. At his side, Willow had gone pale, her green eyes wide with horror. “Oh, my God,” she murmured.
“As I said, the Second Wave can’t happen,” put in Sophie. “We have to stop it; it’s our only hope. ”
“How?” said Alex after a pause. “Is there any way?”
There was a slight shift in the room as Nate and Sophie glanced at each other. Suddenly Alex knew without a doubt: he wasn’t going to like whatever they suggested.
Slowly, Nate said, “There’s a thin . . . wall, let’s call it, of energy that separates our two worlds. When it was only small numbers of angels coming across on their own, the wall remained fairly stable — its energy was briefly disturbed by those passing, but it could restore itself. However, an exodus of this scale is very different. A special opening — a gate — has to be generated, so that hundreds of thousands of angels can pass through the wall in a short time without destroying it altogether. The wall will be extremely unstable for the twenty minutes or so that it will take for them all to fly through — it’s a very delicate operation. ”
“It’s planned that the gate will open in the main Church of Angels cathedral at six tomorrow night, two hours after the service starts,” said Sophie, indicating the flyer. “We’ve got someone inside the Church who’s helping us — we know all the details, including the exact position of the gate. ”
“Right,” said Nate. “And what we think is . . . if the wall is disrupted just as the gate is starting to open, it’ll set off a chain reaction that will make it unusable. Effectively, it will slam shut for good, keeping the remaining angels in our own world, away from this one. ”
Alex sat listening, rapping his fist against his knee. “So how exactly do you disrupt it?”
Instead of answering, Nate reached his hand out to Willow. “May I?” he asked.
She hesitated and then put her hand in his. Nate closed his eyes; Alex could see faint movement behind his lids, as if the angel were watching unseen images. When he let go of Willow’s hand, he sat and gazed at her for a few moments without speaking.
“Paschar was right,” he said.
“Paschar?” asked Willow. “Was that Beth’s angel?”
Nate nodded. “He saw that your very existence is a danger to the angels; you have the means to destroy us all. I’ve just seen the same thing. Some of the images are unclear, but . . . ” He turned to Sophie. “It’s our best chance. ”
“What is?” said Alex sharply.
Reaching into her briefcase again, Sophie pulled out a small stone and placed it on the table. It looked almost like molten lead, gleaming with silvery lights. Nate picked it up. “This is a piece of angelica,” he said. It was oval, just small enough to be hidden in his hand if he closed his fingers over it. “It’s from my own world. It has several unique properties; one is that on the ethereal plane, it has a sort of . . . consciousness. If communicated with, its physical form will emit short, rapid bursts of energy at a very high frequency — more than enough to disrupt the wall when it’s in such a vulnerable state. ”
His eyes rose to Willow’s. “You’re as unique as the angelica,” he told her. “Your angel form exists at the same time as your human one. That means you could communicate with the angelica, activating it at the same time that you place it within the opening gate — none of the rest of us could do that. ”
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