Chapter 24
Restoring The God Of America
The commune was a buzz of activity. There were Apache Helicopters whirring through the air with their big red fish symbols and looking like loud proclamations of Jesus. Troops in Alliance uniforms were pouring out of underground bunkers.
As they carried Sal through the controlled mayhem, she finally asked. "What's going on? What's all the excitement about?"
"Well, little hero, we're pulling out of the EU's group. Look," a lieutenant said while pointing to a wide screen TV. The scene was astounding. On stage in front of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians were waving Christian Alliance flags next to Old Glory, were Monica Johnson and her husband with Alex and Abigail. Their hands were held high in a victory posture. Each of them had the Alliance's red symbol painted on their foreheads, including Monica. As they raised their hands in front of a cheering crowd, Sal noticed a white bandage wrapped on Monica's hand where her own marked chip used to be. Monica had given her life to the Lord from the witness of Abigail on the copter ride back to headquarters.
Monica stepped forward and shouted, "We have taken back America for God. We are the Holy Ghost nation, and we will stand and fight against any monsters that try to take this Godly nation away from us. I ask that everyone remove the chips from your bodies and crush them. We are broadcasting the Word of life through Jesus 24 hours a day all over the world from our Olive Branch and Candlestick satellites. We are calling our satellites our two witnesses to the glory of God. We won't stop until the Anti-Christ and his witch are dead. We are free! We are free! Praise to the Lord and King! Praise to the Lord and King!" she chanted and the crowds joined her in a glorious march that was a robust sound of glory, "Victory in Jesus."
When the crowd settled, she turned to behind her, and Terrone walked up beside her. He bowed his head with emotion with tears rolling down his face, and said, "I too am now a believer. This nation, with the help of my wife and Professor Pendwight, was about to murder millions of believers, which included many newborn babies. Thanks to Sal Nakada and her friend, Jeff, this didn't happen. They came to Wheeling to kill our U.S. witch and did. They stopped this great holocaust. I have given her Presidential clemency for her first-degree murder charges. There will be a statue of these two with their dog Nicodemus that will be on the front lawn of our capitol to remind us of how God uses ordinary people to do extraordinary things." He broke down for a moment with his face in his hands crying, and then he straightened up to continue with Monica patting his shoulder in reassurance.
"Our scientists have found the cure for P2. We have discovered that the chip was laced with a neurological bug that caused anyone who had it implanted to suffer greatly. We believe that having it removed will stop the suffering, but the residual effects of it will go for another three-and-a-half months. The believers are spared from P2 because it couldn't be planted deep enough into the muscles in the forehead to let it work. We know what happened now. The Scorpion International Plant in Baghdad produced these kinds of chips to deliberately disable the American Alliances. We still were unable to understand what triggered the bug.
Right now, as we speak, our new aircrafts built by the American Alliances, with the help of our neighbor Mexico, are on their way to attack Baghdad to destroy those plants. In turn, we have ordered the attack on Montplier's headquarters in Rome. We have ordered the destruction of any and all resistance. We have two-hundred million aircraft on the way right now!"
Angelica ran past Andre's bodyguards into his study. The TV was broadcasting the Christian Alliance's attack. "What have you done, Angelica? What have you done? We're dead! We're all dead! The first wave will be here in ten minutes according to our radar stations. They called me the Anti-Christ, Angelica. Is that what I am? Is that what you've made me? Am I that great beast of Revelation?"
"You are what I made you for the glory of Apollyon. You are his Judas pawn. You can live if you want, but you have to leave with me now. China has offered you asylum. Guards, guards, get him into the chopper waiting out front. If you want to leave with us, you can. We have room." They nodded thankfully and picked Andre up, then carried him out to the waiting chopper.
She ran out to them as they prepared to leave, "I will meet you there. This time, I will bring another army of my own." She changed into her dark-winged angel form and disappeared before them. They looked stunned and the pilot announced. "We now only have two minutes to get out of here, or it will be too late." It lifted off in time.
Sal was so excited and sad at the same time. She missed Jeff, and she wished Caleb could be with her. She was placed on a Medical E-Vac and flown to headquarters at the Christian Alliance Hospital. On their way, Caleb appeared beside her with Irish, Aaron, Joseph, and Isaac. There was barely enough room for them all. The nurses and doctors were so surprised and pleased they raised their own hands in praise at their appearance.
Caleb held her hand and remained as close to her as possible. "We just thought you'd like some extra company. You see what can happen with the darkness lifting? More of us can stay longer," replied Caleb as he kissed her nose gently.
"I'd like that Mr. Caleb Nakada. I'd like that," then the sedative took over, and she went into a deep sleep.
When she awoke, it was several days later. Alex and Abigail had come for a visit. The room was full of white lilies from Caleb, right from heaven's fields. The smell of it was heavy with the glory of heaven. It made the nurses and doctors drop by a lot just to breathe in the sweet scents while some picked a flower to take home. There were plenty; and when one was picked, another grew in its place. Heaven's flowers didn't know death.
"When can I leave, Abigail? I feel great!" she replied. "I want to see Caleb. Is he around?"
"One thing at a time, Sal. Caleb is in heaven and preparing battle plans. Millions of dark angels are amassing in China under Montplier's oversee. Looks like he's made a deal with the Dark Dragon. But you, on the other hand, have more important things to do than jumping out of bed."
"Sure, like what? After all, I'm married to an angel and a hunk too."
"A hunk. That's an understatement. Sal, you're sleeping, eating, and breathing for three, now. You're carrying Caleb's twin girls. The doctors say you can move very little without jeopardizing the babies. You're so small, and your pelvic is too narrow to give them the room they need. I'm sorry. Is there anything that we can bring you?"
"Twins? You have to be kidding. I just did it a week ago. How could they be big enough to cause that much trouble?" replied Sal sarcastically, still stunned by the news but happy about it.
"It's not the same with angels, Sal. It will take only three months. So you really only have to stay down another ten weeks, unless they come prematurely, then it could be less."
"Three months. Oh, my. That means I could be having a litter four times a year at that rate," she laughed at her own humor. "I'd be a regular bunny rabbit." They all laughed this time.
"At least you can have kids," replied Abigail sadly.
"Hey, you two been trying to have kids and can't or something? Tell Aunt Sal your sad story and maybe I can give you some tips," she laughed again.
"I wish tips were it. We let the hospital test us for the likelihood. It looks like the Tabor genes won't be carried forth from my loins. The doctors say I have a one in ten thousand chance of having a child. Not too good, huh?"
"Don't give up. Maybe God has something better for you, like adopting a dozen or so. That would be nice, wouldn't it?" she asked, then groaned doubling over in pain. After she straightened up, she looked down at her gown.
"Wait a minute. Look at me. I'm humongous. I've never been but a washboard and two buttons in my life, now I'm like that Dolly person. What’s her name? I wish my mom and dad could see me now. If Jeff saw this, I'd have to kill him to keep me off me," she laughed again.
Suddenly, Sal went serious, "If something ever happened to me, guys, would you take care of the twins? I'm sure I'
m just getting my signals mixed, but I have a funny feeling that I may not be around for some reason. That's ridiculous. My life just started. Well, anyway, will you take care of them if something happens? I'll call you my backup plan, okay?"
Abigail ran to her side and hugged her. "You know I will, Sis. What's family for, right?" That was the last time Abigail and Sal talked about it.
It was difficult in the middle of a new administration, with Alex helping to run the country, to take care of the twins, but they were her life. She was sad that it had to happen this way, but she knew that Sal was in heaven with Caleb now. Nothing prepared them for her death. Doctors' said it came so suddenly that they couldn't stop it. With the premature births and the complications, it was beyond them.
Her twins would be the children of the new age—the new Nephilim age.
The End
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