Babylon Rising: The Edge of Darkness

by Tim LaHaye

General Abiezer winced at the thought of his brave soldiers being killed in their vulnerable condition .

  "What about the Ark of the Covenant and the priests?"

  "Ocran says that they put the heads of Hophni and Phinehas on the tops of two spears and displayed them as trophies. They took the Ark of the Covenant and headed in the direction of Ashdod."

  Runners had already reached Ashdod with the news of the victory over the Israelites in the valley between Ebenezer and Aphek. The slaying of over 34,000 of their enemy caused jubilation in the city. However, the most exciting news was the capture of the Israeli God named Jehovah and his house called the Ark of the Covenant .

  When the Philistine army entered Ashdod, the people went wild. Great cheers went up as the Ark of the Covenant was paraded through the city streets. Curses were hurled at the home of Jehovah and praises were sung to the great god Dagon who had provided this great victory .

  The soldiers ended their march in front of the Temple of Dagon. The priests opened the large doors and the Ark of the Covenant was carried inside .

  It was placed to the right of the thirty foot, half-fish/half-man statue of Dagon .

  It was presented as a praise offering for the victory over the Israelites .

  The priests bowed before the statue and offered prayers. They rolled on the ground and cut themselves as a sign of loyalty to Dagon. Trumpets sounded and great rejoicing occurred throughout the entire city. People danced and sang and drank much wine .

  Late in the evening, Kadmiel, the high priest, entered the Temple of Dagon. Several other priests bearing torches accompanied him. They surrounded the Ark and admired its beauty .

  Kadmiel spoke: "Let us open the Ark and see what is inside."

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  A look of fear coupled with anticipation came over the faces of the other priests .

  "Take off the lid and we will see what makes this Ark so special."

  Carefully the priests removed the lid and set it on the floor. They then raised their torches and looked inside. Kadmiel noticed four items in the Ark .

  He removed two of the articles and examined them in the torchlight. He again peered into the Ark and studied the two remaining items .

  "Put the lid back on."

  One of the priests standing near Kadmiel asked, "Don't you want to take out the other two objects?"

  "They are of no value. They are just two stone tablets with Hebrew writing on them. Something to do with their moral laws."

  Kadmiel then bent down and picked up the two articles he had removed .

  It was early the next morning when the priests entered the Temple of Dagon for their daily prayers. To their shock and dismay, the statue of Dagon had fallen with its face to the earth, as fit were bowing down to the Ark of the Covenant .

  A great discussion took place as to how the statue could have fallen over. There was no explanation. The temple had been locked during the night and the usual temple guards were on patrol. No one could have possibly entered. No one felt an earthquake and the statue had been secure in its place for over twenty years. They couldn't believe a statue that large could fall without alerting the guards. It was an absolute mystery .

  The statue weighed many tons and it took almost one hundred men to put it back in place. All the engineers of the temple were called to inspect the statue. Even small wedges were pounded under the front to insure that the statue could not possibly fall forward again .

  Early the next morning the priests went into the Temple of Dagon for their prayers. To their shock, Dagon had again fallen to the ground before the Ark of the Covenant. Only this time, Dagon's head was broken off along with both of his hands. Only Dagon's torso was left in one piece .

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  Fear struck all of the priests. Could it be that the God of the Israelites was angry and striking back at the god of the Philistines? Was the Israelite God more powerful than Dagon? Was Jehovah sending a message? The priests ran from the temple and were afraid to return at peril of their own lives .

  Kadmiel complained to his wife, "Something is wrong! I do not feel well this morning. I have an unexplained growth. I never noticed it before and I think it may be getting bigger. "

  "I have the same thing happening to me. I too have an unknown growth." Kadmiel could hear the fear in her voice. "The children are also complaining that they are not feeling well. Do you think it might be a plague of some kind?"

  It did not take long for the devastating news to spread. The whole town of Ashdod, and the territory surrounding it, was stricken with growing tumors. From the infants to the elderly, a miserable cry of pain could be heard .

  Kadmiel called all the priests of Dagon and the lords of the city together .

  The chief lord spoke. "Do you think that this plague has come about due to the rats that are overrunning our city?"

  Kadmiel responded, "I am not sure if the rats are spreading it or not. But I believe that this plague is a result of capturing the Israelite Ark. It may be a punishment sent by their God. "

  "What shall we do with it?" asked the priests and lords .

  Kadmiel responded: "The Ark of the Israelite God must not remain here. Their God is angry with us and has struck the great statue of Dagon. Their God, Jehovah, has brought on a plague to torture us. Let the golden Ark be carried away to the city of Gath. They have giants in their city. Maybe they can deal with the God of the Israelites."

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  THE SWISS ALPS looked majestic as the sun broke through the clouds. A fresh blanket of snow sparkled on the roof and turrets of the castle. Everything was covered in white, while a terrible darkness festered deep below the ancient structure.

  Sir William Merton's face was so red that his head looked like a rocket about to explode off a launching pad. His fist came down hard on the table in front of him and he yelled.

  "I told you! I told you! I told you before! He is a danger to our mission!"

  The other six members winced. Even Talon, who was used to just about anything, was taken aback slightly by the strength of Merton's

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  emotions. His left hand grabbed the gargoyle on the arm of the chair and squeezed. His right hand was wrapped in bandages.

  "You are correct," replied John Bartholomew. "We all knew that it was a risk. He has not let the cat out of the bag yet. There is still time to resolve the matter."

  Merton shook his head. "I hope so! I hope that it has not gone beyond the point of no return. What do you think would happen to us if the Master found out that we could not do our job?"

  This hit a nerve. The Seven burst forth with a litany of excuses and opinions, talking over one another in their desire to place blame and escape responsibility. Talon could almost taste their fear, and it delighted him. He didn't like any of them and it gave him pleasure to see them squirm.

  John Bartholomew tried to gain control of the group and get them to refocus. He pounded a gavel twice and at length their murmuring ceased.

  "Please, let us not lose our heads. We have a guest. Talon, thank you for coming on such short notice. I see your hand is bandaged. Is there anything we should be concerned with?"

  Talon knew they were not concerned about the injury to his finger by Paul Wallach. They were only concerned as to whether it would affect his ability to kill.

  "Nothing serious. I will be able to fulfill any mission you desire."

  The Seven smiled their evil smiles and Bartholomew continued. "Underneath your chair is a folder with a copy of an editorial. Would you please take it out and read it. We would like to hear your comments."

  Talon bent forward and pulled the folder from under the chair with his left hand. He opened it and read.

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  AN IMPORTANT BARRINGTON NEWS EDITORIAL

  Since the founding of Barrington Communications, I have made it a practice to let other people write the editorial column. It has only been upon rare occasions and for momentous news stories that I have personally picked up
my pen. This happens to be one of those significant and notable times.

  If you have been reading our newspapers or have listened to our television broadcasts, the name Dr. Constantine De La Rosa will be familiar to you. Dr. De La Rosa is the founder of the Religious Harmony Institute based in Rome, Italy.

  We have been writing numerous articles about his desire to unite the world with Religious Harmony. You may have even seen several television documentaries recounting his miraculous healing crusades. These reports have provided eyewitness accounts of crippled people being able to walk. You have also seen documented cases of the blind having their sight restored and the deaf being able to hear.

  Along with physical healings, Dr. De La Rosa has also made some astounding political predictions that have come true. Even more importantly, he has warned of the coming of a number of natural disasters. His call to be alert has saved the lives of countless thousands of people from several tornados, three hurricanes, seven earthquakes, and two tidal waves.

  Dr. De La Rosa is becoming a household name in all nations of the world. His crusades seem to be striking a chord of harmony between all peoples regardless of race or religion. His dynamic personality has a magnetism that can only be compared to the life of one other person who has ever lived: The man called Jesus Christ.

  However, this author is not afraid to ask some hard questions. Who is Dr. De La Rosa? Not much is known about

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  him. We have been unable to trace any history of his birth, childhood, or even much about his adulthood. He seems to have just broken into the course of history out of nowhere.

  This author also asks the question, 'Where does Dr. De La Rosa get all of his money?' Try as we may, we have been unable to discover any businesses he has started, inheritances he has received, or how he is supported other than the contributions he receives from followers.

  I am also concerned about his so-called nonprofit corporation called the Religious Harmony Institute. Nothing can be found about a board of directors or any overseers of his activities. He seems to be accountable to no one.

  At first glance one could say, 'So what? Look at all the good he is doing!' But I personally think this is a dangerous position to hold. Could Dr. De La Rosa have ulterior motives? Is there a group of people behind him supporting activities of their design? Are their motives good and right and moral? What do we know about these individuals? Are there just two or three of them or as many as seven?

  You may say, 'Are you trying to punch holes in the reputation of Dr. De La Rosa? Is he a man that does not have integrity? Is he trying to lead people like the Pied Piper of Hamelin down a path that may lead to destruction?' Those are fair questions.

  At this writing I am not yet willing to make that strong of a statement. I am merely questioning who he is and why he is doing what he is doing. I will say, however, that a thorough investigation is being launched by the Barrington Communications Company into all of these questions. We will find out the answers. And if, as we suspect, there is some clandestine motivation, you will be given that information.

  This is a promise, and a solemn pledge, or my name isn't Shane Barrington, Owner and President of Barrington Communications.

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  Talon placed the paper in his lap and looked up at the Seven. He could see all of their eyes focused on him.

  "It looks like he's about to blow your cover."

  The Seven sat there for a moment in silence as Talon's words sunk in. He was never one to mince words.

  "May I ask you how you got a hold of this editorial? I haven't seen it in print yet."

  General Li spoke up.

  "You are not the only one who works for us, Talon. We have some other operatives within the Barrington Communications Company. They alerted us to the fact that Barrington was beginning to consolidate and move money around. He has opened several Swiss bank accounts and is in the process of transferring money. We believe that he is trying to protect himself in the event that we shut off the flow of funds to his organization."

  Talon nodded.

  "In addition, Barrington has purchased extensive security equipment for his home. He has ordered a bulletproof car and has put out feelers to companies who do bodyguard work for high-level executives. In light of this, we instructed our operatives to break into his office and access information off of his personal computer."

  Talon smiled. They don't miss a trick .

  "They opened up his computer and found the editorial you read. We are not sure when he is planning to run it. But it is evident that he is out to try and destroy us."

  Talon knew what was coming next.

  Bartholomew said, "Talon, we have a number of assignments on your To-Do List. However, we think that this one should rise to the top."

  "I understand. And may I inquire as to when--"

  Bartholomew cut him off.

  "The money has already been deposited in your Swiss bank account."

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  A blast of cold struck Talon as he exited the castle. He took in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and buttoned the collar of his coat as the driver without a tongue opened the door to the limousine.

  The drive back to Zurich gave Talon plenty of time to think about Paul Wallach. How could he have been so careless to allow an untrained fighter to damage his finger like he did? It was stupid. He should have waited until the boy left and the girl was alone. But after two failed attempts on her life, Talon had grown impatient and made his move too soon. And now he had paid the price. He began to rub his right hand, which was throbbing because of the cold, damp air. It would take a while before it would heal enough to have a new metal finger replacement.

  Talon felt the limousine slip a little as they rounded a corner in the fresh-fallen snow. He saw the driver's eyes glance at him for a moment in the rearview mirror and then back to the road ahead.

  That would be an ironic end. To slip off the road and over the cliff to the deep canyon below. Not the way I thought I would go. But then death sometimes arrives when least expected . In his line of work, Talon knew that better than anyone.

  His mind drifted back to all the people he had killed. How many had it been? Too many to remember. How long would it continue? Was it the money? He had enough to last several lifetimes. Why did he do it? Was it anger? Yes, it was. Was it for pleasure? Yes, it was. Would he continue as long as his health held out? Why not?

  After all , he reflected, how many people truly love what they do for a living?

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  FORTY-ONE

  MURPHY GLANCED AT the clock when he heard the telephone ring. It was 8:45 P.M. He had been channel-surfing and, unable to find anything that held his interest, he'd decided to go to bed a little early and finish a mystery novel that he'd been reading.

  He was reluctant to answer the phone. Lately it seemed that every time it rang, someone else had been injured or killed.

  "Murphy here."

  "Michael, it's Bob. I hope that I haven't disturbed you."

  "Not at all. What's up?"

  "Do you remember when we were at J. B. Sonstad's tent meetings?"

  "How could I forget? People like that stick in your mind."

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  "I mentioned to you that one of the men that came forward went to our church."

  "Yeah, the one with the kidney disease."

  "Yes. That was Clyde Carlson. Anyway, I met with him later and talked about what happened. He told me that he wasn't sure. It was a very emotional experience and he hoped that he was healed. I encouraged him to go back to his doctor for a checkup."

  "Let me guess. He wasn't any better."

  "Unfortunately you're right. He was discouraged, to say the least. His condition is deteriorating. But that hasn't slowed him down. He heard from a friend about another person who claims to be a psychic healer, someone named Madame Estelle. She lives in an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Raleigh."

  "I've never heard of her before."

  "Neither hav
e I ... but actually I don't run in those types of circles, so it's not surprising. He's asked that I go along with him. I really don't feel comfortable doing that but I want to help him work through the acceptance that he may soon die from the disease. He is sort of grabbing at straws and I don't like him fighting the battle alone. This is a long way of asking if you'd be willing to go with us. I would feel much more at ease if you were there."

  "Sure, Bob. When people face death sometimes they'll try anything to escape the inevitable. If I were in his place, maybe I would seek any kind of help too. I'll do a little research on psychic healing. Maybe we could get together over lunch and discuss it."

  "That would be great."

  "How about the Adam's Apple at twelve-thirty tomorrow?"

  "You're on. I'll see you there."

  When Murphy entered the Adam's Apple restaurant it was busy as usual. He could tell that Roseanne was under a little pressure. Not only was she waiting on the tables but she was trying to train a

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  new girl at the same time. When she saw Murphy she pointed to the back.

  "Pastor Bob is in the corner. I'll be with you in a minute."

  "Thanks, Rosanne."

  "Do you want your usual, Doc?"

  "That'll be great."

  As Murphy headed toward the back he could hear Roseanne yelling in the order. As he slid into the booth he noticed a tear on the green vinyl seat. Murphy and Wagoner shook hands.

  "Well, what do you think, Michael? Fake healing crusades, psychic surgeons, rise of the occult, false teachers ... we're certainly living in interesting times."

  "That's putting it mildly. I did some study last night on psychic healers. Not only do we have them in the United States but in many places around the world. I read that psychic healing is quite popular in the Philippines."