Number 666

Number 666 Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The lights in the subway were the only lights in this whole place. They were taking longer to flicker now. I couldn't see anything. I felt my heart shrink as I was hurled back. Something had taken a swipe at me. I wasn't sure what it was. I wasn't sure if it was a claw or weapon. It barely missed me.

I noticed it was Cham who had grabbed me.

"Get him out of here!" Gabby stated.

It was then that I noticed that Gabby was the one ahead of the back. She was being attacked from all sides. Raphael had gone to help her. Ariel was just standing there frozen in fear!

Uriel..where the fuck was Uriel?

I watched as her body was completely covered in these people. The climbed on top of her attempting to pull her down to the ground. I watched her screams of pain at that moment.

She was screaming for help.

Gabby tossed them off with strength that only she could use. One at a time the bodies were tossed off. Many went soaring through the air at inhuman distances. Gabby's strength was something that I didn't understand but I knew by the look of it she was doing it mostly alone.

I could only hear her scream. I would not forget her scream.

"Let's go!" Cham was telling me, "Come on. Let's go!"

"Gabby----"

"You can't help her."

His arm had pulled against mine. The darkness took charge. I wasn't sure where Cham was going. I wondered maybe it was his third eye leading us. I wasn't sure exactly. All I knew was that we were running until we stopped abruptly.

It was dark. It was pitch black.

"Why'd you stop?"

"We're surrounded..." Cham stated, "I can feel them. Can you feel them Michael? They are all around us. These dark things. He sent them. The one who from the water. He sent them. Can't you see them Michael?"

"Cham---calm down you aren't making sense..."

"And his name. He's telling now. His voice. Oh my god Michael. His voice is so deep. It's as deep as the oceans. It's fucking frightening. Michael. I feel it all the way in my bones. We aren't going to leave here Michael. We won't leave here alive! You know that right? We won't leave here alive! For they are his Legion. And they are many. And we are few. He tells us we will bleed a million deaths. He's telling me his name is Leviathan. From the sea. The demon of envy. An Admiral of hell..."

The demon of the sea.

Cham was panicking but all of a sudden I remembered the dream that I had one time. It was a beast coming from the sea. Had this beast sent these things to us.

At that moment I felt it!

"HELP!"

Cham didn't help me. I could hear Cham screaming himself. Had they got him too? I didn't know what attacked me but I felt it jump on my chest. It pushed me to the ground. I looked for the others. It was too dark. It was much too dark. The thing started to slash at my face at that moment. It started to slash at me. It's nails dug deep into my face. It peeled off layers. I could feel it.

I attempted to call on anything that I could? If there was an archangel who could protect me...now would be the time. I prayed. I prayed to God! I prayed to God that I was sure that I didn't even believe in.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing happened.

All I could do was scream until my throat hurt. The pain was unbearable. I pushed. I flailed. Nothing happened. It still found away to get to me. It still found a way to attack me. And I could feel it stabbing at my neck. It was trying to cut at my throat.

The demon was trying to kill me.

"BACK!"

Light! I wasn't sure who screamed out the command. I was too nervous to hear it.

The light came in the form of fire. I wasn't sure at first where it came from but then I noticed that the thing on top of me had been engulfed in flames!

I kicked the demon off of me with all my might. For some reason when my foot touched the flames it didn't burn. I realized then that this was no regular flame. I turned and realized that it was Uri's flame. He had his candle now. He had his candle burning brighter than any flashlight that we had. The flame rose about a foot into the air. It flickered and beat wildly against the winter air.

Uri bent down and offered me a hand, "Are you ok?"

"I'm alive. Cham. Cham was here... he was just here..."

Uri tossed his light from side to side. There was no Cham near me, "We have to go back to the other side of the platform."

"Cham."

I didn't know what got into me at that moment. I was crying. I crying. Cham had just disappeared. My heart was racing. what the fuck was going on? Had they got him? Had they killed Cham? Was he gone?

"We need to get the others. We need to get out of here. We'll find him," Uri replied, "I promise..."

Uri grabbed my hand at that moment and he held it tightly. I had this feeling looking at Uri that he wouldn't let that hand go. I felt completely useless at that moment. I didn't understand what I was doing here.

Uri cleared a way for us. I realized something. The things in the darkness saw his flame and they didn't go anywhere near it. They took a few steps but backed away. Uri moved quickly to the other side of the platform where we originally were. His candlelight echoed a stream of light.

Gabby was there. She was battling hard. Now that I could see with Uri's light I saw just how resilient she was. The creatures came at her from all angles and she countered everything. They tossed her to the floor and she bounced right up. She tossed them. She wrestled them to the floor. She battled like some dark magnificent being that I had not seen before. She was so beautiful. I wondered if Uri saw it. I wondered if Uri saw just how beautiful Gabby was at that moment. I couldn't hold a torch to her. She was a warrior woman. For a moment I could have sworn I saw halo over her head as she battled.

It was something for the ages. Raphael was at her side. He helped when he could, watching her back and pulling some off of her but it was nothing like Gabby. Gabby was bruised covered in blood and she still battled on.

She was legendary.

"We're here. We're here...they won't come near me. They won't come near my light. They are afraid of the holy flame," Uri stated.

He was right. The demons stayed away from the light fortunately. It repelled them almost immediately into the shadows. The creatures cowered so low that I couldn't see anything now but dark figures stalking us slowly...quietly.

Gabby roared with this tone that I'd only seen in old school barbarian movies, "LET THEM COME!"

She boosted up her chest. She could barely stand but I was so sure that she was about to fling herself past Uri's light and into the darkness. She had pushed herself almost to the point that I wondered if she might just fall down and collapse. She had fought in a nearly uncontrollable trance-like fury. I knew if she had the energy she would have kept going. Somehow though it was Raphael's hand on her shoulder that was enough to calm her a little bit from jumping back into the fray with those dark shadows.

"You need to heal," Raphael told her, "Let me heal you."

"Get off me. I can take them. Let them come."

"We're losing. We have to get out of here."

Raphael was right. He was more than right. Gabby had transformed herself into a berserker and even with her incredible strength I was worried about her. She looked like she was honestly close to death.

"Where is Cham? Where is Ariel?"

"I think they took him?"

We turned.

It was Ariel.

She barely had a scratch on her. She was the only one out of all of us that didn't have a scratch on her.

"What do you mean they took him?" Gabby asked.

"They took him screaming into the darkness. I was hiding. I was hiding and they took him," Ariel replied short of breath.

"You are...you are FUCKING useless," Gabby replied

I was shocked. She had a point. Ariel seemed so confident before when I had met her. She seemed so set in her abilities but now she had become so fragile. I wasn't sure who was more fragile at that point. Me or her.

"He's gone," I stated.

They all looked at me.

I could feel it. I could feel it inside of me. Cham wasn't in the subway station anymore.

They'd taken him.

"We need to leave now..." Raphael replied.

We retreated at that moment. It was Uri's light that guided us out of their. We followed behind him closely in a circular form careful not to go towards the darkness. My heart raced as we did it.

By the time we got to the surface, Gabby had fainted. I assumed she lost too much blood. Ariel had broken out into tears. She had lost her self. My face was covered in scars.

And worst of all...by the time we had got to the surface.

We had lost Cham...

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Chamuel could feel the darkness all around him.

His body was floating in sea of demons. They would want to rip at him. He was sure at it. They would want to devour his body whole. He could almost hear their saliva smacking on the roofs of their mouths. He had seen fangs in the glimmer of light that had passed.

The glimmer of light was a while ago. There was no light where he was now. There was no sense of time.

How long had it been? 20 minutes? 2 hours? He wasn't sure.

It didn't matter.

"Don't touch him."

Chamuel wondered if the voice he heard was in his head or not. He wondered where it was coming from. The voice seemed all around him. He knew that there was something menacing about it. However at that moment he knew that voice was the only thing that stopped these demons from ripping him apart. In the back of his mind he was grateful even if for a second. He wondered if it was a sin to be grateful to a demon.

He was sure it was a demon by the way. It had to be.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Darkness. There was nothing but darkness all around him. It was so dark that even his third eye seemed blind. He tapped on his forehead hoping that it would spark something. Nothing. Nothing at all.

"You know the answer to that already," the darkness said to him.

Chamuel felt around the ground in the darkness. All he could feel was a cold, dark floor. As he moved around he fancied to believe that maybe he was moving away from the darkness. He hoped that maybe he was moving into the light. That was the thing about the darkness though. It played tricks on you sometimes.

"Who are you?" Chamuel asked again.

"You stated my name before."

"Leviathan."

There was silence. Chamuel took the silence as acknowledgement.

"You know who I am?" Chamuel asked him.

"A fool."

Chamuel laughed, "Well I go by Cham, Chamuel if your nasty...but I mean. Whatever. I'm on your turf huh?"

He didn't know why he assumed humor would work. It had never worked before in smaller situations that he had. For some reason though Chamuel figured that this was his only defense against the darkness. What was he going to do? Break down? Cry? He had seen Ariel as he was being taken away. She had completely unraveled. It was shame really.

"You're an angel. And so was I..."

"Really? I always thought angels were a lot nicer. You seem very uh---maybe I should stop while I'm ahead."

"I was prince of Seraphim. Your God took that away from me. His beloved Michael cast me to hell..."

Chamuel shook his head. He wanted to say something funny or quick but his mouth was dry. It was so hot where he was. He feared the worst. This couldn't have been...no. He was still alive. He was still alive. He had no idea where he was but he couldn't just give up in the darkness. The others would figure something out. He had to stay hopeful that they would come for him. They would figure something out to get him out of this predicament.

"Archangel protect me," Chamuel whispered underneath his breath.

The fear had made him serious at this moment. It was more serious than Chamuel had ever been in his whole existence. It was the most fear that he ever had before.

He was sweating. The sweat was dripping down his back. He wondered if it was from the heat or the fear. Either way it was an uncomfortable situation.

Chamuel stopped crawling. It was useless. He couldn't locate the voice.

"Hell freezes over and things remain the same. All men will die in time. My revenge is everlasting. It is evergreen and that urge won't go away. I won't rest until I'm appeased."

"What do you want?"

The voice shook and trembled.

"Michael..."

The voice that had said that was a different voice from Leviathan. Cham knew it was. He could see it in his third eye. He could see the voice. He could see the red flames of the voice and in the darkness there was a fire. At first it was just a spark and then it grew and spread.

In the fire there was a face and Cham had never known fear like this before.

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There was a sense of defeat in the air. We had gathered like roaches licking each others wounds. My body never hurt so much in my life but there was a fear among everyone. Things had become real for everyone now. I could see it on their faces. I didn't know what they had faced before but I knew they hadn't faced anything like the subway.

Sadness. Despair.

Defeat.

Plain and simple defeat.

"Hey have Cham! They have Cham!"

Gabby had woken up screaming. Raphael was still laying his healing hands over her.

"Stop moving," he told her.

She was sweating. Her body was in shambles. Most of our bodies were pretty beat up. I was scared to look at my face really. I knew I had lost chunks of my face from the attack.

We were back in Rag's office space. We had explained to Rag what happened at least three or four times. He just stared as though pondering something. I hated it. It scared the fuck out of me honestly. Cham was in trouble. It was clear that Cham was in trouble and we were just sitting here talking.

"We need to go look for him," Gabby stated from underneath Raphael.

I had to admit I had seen a different side to her. Where Ariel had withdrawn, Gabriel had shined like a diamond even in the darkest of circumstances. It had been hard to control her but somehow I knew that maybe if it wasn't for her none of us would have been alive.

Her and Uri that was.

I turned to Uri.

He was sitting away from me. He had his arms covered at that moment.

"Are you listening Michael?"

I turned to realize that Rag had been talking to me. I had been so busy staring at Uri. Uri turned too. He caught me staring at him. Shit. That was embarrassing. I managed to peel my eyes off of his beautiful chocolate skin long enough to pay attention to what Rag was saying.

"What is it?"

"You said Cham was rambling off some things before he was taken..."

I nodded, "Yes. Something about a Leviathan."

"I heard it too," Ariel stated.

It was at that moment that Gabby seemed to completely lose it. She limped across the room and smacked Ariel so hard that I almost felt it. Ariel fell to the ground swatted down like a fly. I almost felt bad for her but I wondered if it was my face to talk. I knew why she was hitting Ariel and I wasn't much help either. I didn't hide but I had run. I had tried to run with Cham and get away. I was as useless as Ariel if not worse.

"You have no right to be here," she told Ariel.

Ariel didn't look back up. Ariel didn't even try to get up off the floor. She just covered her face up. I knew she was crying even though I didn't hear a whimper or see any tears directly. I knew by the way she covered up her face that she was crying.

"That's enough," Uri replied.

I almost applauded in my heart. Uri had gotten up and he stood next to Ariel. He had come to her defense. I didn't have much I could say to get Gabby off of my back but Uri definitely had something.

Uri's light had kept the darkness away. Uri directly was responsible for getting us all out of their alive.

Gabby must have noticed that...maybe that's why she fell back.

"That is enough for today," Rag stated, "I have to go do some research and find out who this Leviathan is..."

"What about Cham?"

"Running in head first is what got us in that predicament in the first place," Rag stated, "Do you really think it's a good idea for us to do that again? Plus whose going to find Cham? We don't have a third eye...not a useful one at least..."

I knew Rag was referring to me when he said that he didn't have a useful eye. He was calling me useless. I deserved that. I had proved how useless I was.

I walked to the other side of the room. We all kind of separated at that point. Rag had gone to his office in an attempts to do some research. Raphael had continued to try to heal Gabby using his angelic abilities. Ariel had left the building and I assumed had went home. I wanted nothing more than to go home my damn self but I had to wait for Raphael to see if he could heal me. My face was completely tattered. Even if my face was healed I just felt like it wasn't right to leave right now. I just had this feeling that I had to be here.

Strange.

"Waiting?"

I turned to see Uri walk over to me.

He had scratched all over his arms. They must have done a number on him in the darkness. I doubt had wounds as bad as mine though and clearly they weren't as bad as Gabby.

"Yeah, figure Raphael's hands might be a little better than plastic surgery. I'm not sure though. We'll see," I stated.

Uri looked up at me, "You don't look that bad."

"I look like I had drunk night with Edward Scizzorhands."

Uri laughed.

I was surprised when he sat down next to me. We were on the ledge of the window sill in the office. The sadness in the room had taken over the room really.

"We'll find him?"

"What?"

"We'll find Cham," Uri stated, "I know that's why you are really still here. You aren't worried about your face. You are worried about him."

I thought about it. All of a sudden I just felt defensive.

"I mean. I'd like to find him too. Clearly..."

"You're worried. You...care. And that's ok. It's ok to care. You do know that right?" Uri stated at that moment, "You do realize that it's OK to care about someone."

Uri was looking over at me. His eyes were so brown. They entered me even without me wanting them too. There was something so deep about the way he stared at me. It made me nervous. It gave me butterflies. His brown skin reflected the lights on the windows. His thick lips folded into a warm, welcoming smile.

That welcoming smile...threatened me...it threatened me at every turn.

"Don't try to make me look like someone I'm not," I told him bluntly.

The words came out harsh. I had meant them to come out even harsher though.

"You can't fool me. Maybe before you could. Yea. I'll admit. Before you had me fooled but not no more. Especially with the whole sucking dick thing. Before I thought you were something that you not but now I got you figured out. You know what your big mistake was? You know what really gave it away? The subway."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

He was getting on my nerves. He was really starting to piss me off for some reason and I wasn't sure why.

"I'm talking about you crying. You were crying for Cham. You were crying when you felt like we lost him," Uri explained bluntly before adding with a quick, thorough shrug, "So you care. I know you do. And that's OK, because I honestly saw a different side of you that I always thought was there. You know when I was young I used to play a game similar to this----"

"Oh god...I am not about to bond with you... that's what's not about to happen..."

"You don't have to bond. Just listen."

"Uri..."

"I'll keep bugging you until you listen to my story."

"Whatever. So you were younger and blah blah---what?"

He sighed a little bit, "I was younger and I used to play a game. I used to pretend I was invisible. I would wrap myself in a white cloth sheet and float around the house. I swore I was a ghost. Real shit! Ha. I was Casper. Man. I don't know. I was the invisible man. You know that kind of thing? You know where kids let their imaginations go? Huh. There was a reason though. There was a reason that I wanted to be invisible. I had a friend of the family. He would always come over and he would...he would do some really inappropriate things..."

I had been rolling my eyes until Uri said that. I didn't know where it came from. I wasn't expecting it.

"You were...molested?" I asked.

Uri nodded, "It never got to the point of sex but he would touch me places. Back then I didn't understand it. I just thought I didn't like it you know. You know how kids are. So anyway. I would float around the house in this white cloth and for some reason I thought it worked. Looking back I'm sure the white cloth had nothing to do with it. Looking back I knew that it was because as I grew older I got louder, I came more into myself. He couldn't be inappropriate anymore but somehow I always attributed hiding behind the white cloth to it. You know what I think about you..."

I looked over at him confused, interested, afraid and threatened. So fucking threatened.

"What?" I said after almost a minute of holding my breath.

"I think you are still hiding behind your white cloth. But it doesn't matter. I see you."

It as impossible not to smile a little bit at that moment. I tried not to. I tried not to let him catch me but he did. He noticed me smiling. He caught it. Uri's eyes lit up at that moment.

Just at that moment we were also interrupted. It was Raphael.

"Gabby is knocked out...healed," Raphael interrupted before tapping Uri on the shoulder, "C`mon. Your turn to heal..."

"Michael first," Uri replied.

Raphael shot me over a look.

"I'm not healing him."

"Wait what?" Uri asked.

I knew why. I knew why even before Raphael answered. God knows what kind of excuse he had planned to give Uri on why he wasn't going to heal me. Raphael and I knew it would both be an excuse. His beef wasn't even with me really. His beef was with his own sexuality and the fact that I was comfortable enough in my sexuality to make him feel threatened by me. That's all it came down to.

I wasn't going to beg him.

"I'm leaving," I told them.

Uri said something. I was sure he was attempting to call me back or something but I intentionally ignored him. I was tired...beaten and completely fatigued. I needed rest.

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When I got home I slept throughout the day until it was night time again. The battle had taken a toll on me. I was alive though and safe which was more than I could have said for Cham. Then there was Gabby who was so wounded that she passed out.

Waking up I felt like I was hit by a ton of bricks and when I walked past the mirror my battle scars told the tale. I got downstairs to see my mother. She was reading in the front study. She read often. She was a very lonely woman. She really didn't have any friends save the people from her church. She spoke to the Bull here and there. If he was here he'd probably be looming over her like some sort of bulldog guarding her interests. He was always fucking around...even when he wasn't needed. It was clear he wasn't home though. I had no idea where he was but he wasn't in the house.

It was better for me. The Bull made me nervous. My mother must not have noticed his strange behavior but somehow she seemed to be more interested in me. She must had noticed me walk in. Her eyes hadn't picked up from whatever she was reading. I quickly tried to get away from her. I wasn't one for small talk. Leave it to my mother and you would think that I was some sort of huge victim in all of this.

"Your job called she stated," as I walked past.

I put my head down. I attempted to make my way in the kitchen. I was sure I murmured something under my breath but it wasn't really words. It was some sort of "Uh huh" or something like that. I was hoping that would be enough for her. I thought wrong.

When I didn't answer my mother walked over to me. I was facing the sink in the kitchen. I served no purpose at the sink. I was just attempting to get away from her. I could feel her eyes on my back.

"Your job called," my mother repeated.

"I heard you the first time."

"Well, why did you call of work today?"

I shook my head, "I was tired."

Silence. There was silence but I could still feel her eyes on me...watching and waiting. This wasn't enough for her.

"I spoke with Father Jensen. He stated you had a conversation with him and he's a little concerned that you----"

"Dammit, can I have some space?"

My head was down. I made a mad dash for the living room. It was a mistake coming downstairs in the first place. It was a mistake being here.

"Is it drugs?"

I stopped, not facing her, "What?"

"Are you on drugs Michael?"

Laughable. I don't know why I started to laugh at that point. I wish I was on drugs. I wish that was the only struggle that I was going to. Hell. I could go to rehab. I could practice my public speaking when I announced to the onlookers, "My name is Michael and I'm a drug addict." If only my life had been so simple. If only that was the issue that I was going through. No. That wasn't it.

"It's a little bit more complicated."

"Tell me."

"I can't."

"Michael please..."

My mother was on my tail again. She wouldn't leave me alone. I guess that was what mother's did. I never liked it though. I felt the interference should have ended once I turned 18. I guess the fact that I was still living in this house at my age gave her the right to be so afraid. It was so expensive in DC though. I had tried to save up. I had tried to get away. I even moved out for a short time. I never made it far though. I was always back in this house with my overbearing mother.

I wasn't surprised when she grabbed me. I wasn't surprised when she swung me around.

Her mouth dropped open when she saw my face.

"Michael..."

"Is it that bad?" I asked.

"What happened to your face?"

She touched my wounds. My mother pressed her hand on the deep scratch marks. Fucking, Raphael. He probably had the ability to heal these wounds if he wanted to. That's what they said his powers were. He could have healed this and I wouldn't have had to be here trying to think of something to explain to a worried mother.

"I got into a fight?"

"A fight? A fight with what----an animal?" she asked, "Michael. These cuts. What the fuck happened to you? It's almost like. I don't know. Like claws. Like scratches."

"Are you done?"

"No I'm not done. Are you not going to tell me what happened to you?"

I paused. I hated when my mother started to cry at that moment. For the moment I felt like a child almost. There was something about seeing your mother cry that awakened this need to protect her, even as a child. Yet as I watched my mother cry I knew that I was the cause of her pain. I thought about telling her everything right then and there as I watched her pleading tears on the other side of the kitchen threshold. What could I explain to her though? What difference would it make if she knew what I was going through.

She could only worry more and worrying was something that I had mastered on my own account. I'd had enough of worrying. It hadn't gotten me much of anywhere.

Ring.

Saved by the bell.

"I'll get it," I replied noticing that someone was at the door.

For a moment I felt like maybe I should believe in angels. What kind of perfect timing was this? My mother was staring at me with a vicious curiosity. She was staring at me with more concern than I had ever seen in her eyes. I had to admit maybe I was being strange. I was showing it on my face. I had to be more aware. Things in my life were drifting out of control very fast. I was almost killed for Godsakes along with the people who had dragged me into this mess.

I went to the front door and opened it.

At that moment I saw a naked man.

"What the fuck?"

"Michael."

Cham. It was Cham.

I grabbed him immediately and pulled him in the house. He was butt naked. His light brown mahogany slim frame was shaking something furious. It was freezing outside. It had to be about 30 degrees or so. There was still snow left over from the storm on the ground. When I let him into the house he collapsed onto the floor.

Just at that moment I noticed my mother walking into the room. Great.

The last thing I wanted to explain was why there was a butt naked boy around my age with his dick swinging from side to side looking blue. Still. My mother wasn't my biggest concern.

"My god...my god..." my mother stated.

She had crossed herself. She stared down at Cham. I stared down at Cham as well.

He had pressed up against the wall. His lips were blue and chapped from the cold. He crouched down in the corner of my house by the standing radiator. He looked up at me. His eyes weren't the eyes of the boy I met. I could tell that he had gone through things. He didn't look happy. He didn't look like he was about to crack a stupid joke. I hadn't known Cham all too well but from the look of things I knew that I needed to find out what happened to him.

"Mom go get him a blanket..." I stated.

"Jesus. Lord our savior," my mother was saying.

"MOM! GO!"

She retreated out of the room without saying another word. Maybe my voice had shocked her. Maybe she didn't want to be in the room looking down at Cham's naked body in the first place. I felt a relief when she had left. I didn't understand how Cham had gotten to my home. I didn't understand how he had gotten to my home naked in the middle of winter.

He was alive though. He was alive and that had to count for something.

"Cham. Cham what happened?"

"He let me go. He let me go...

"Who?"

"He said to tell you that they will come again," Cham stated shaking his eyes, "He let me go for the sole purpose of telling you this. The next time they come they'll come for all of us, Michael. He wanted me to tell you this...specifically..."

"Who told you this? Was it the name you spoke of before? The one called Leviathan."

"At first..." Cham stated.

Cham paused. He stared over at the door. I wondered if he was seeing something. Maybe he was seeing something with his third eye. He stood there for a moment too long. It was then that I realized that he was only catching his breath. He was only getting his wits about himself. I had never seen someone shake so violently or look so upset.

What had he seen?

What had scared him so badly.

"Cham, you're safe now," I told him.

Cham nodded, "Safe?"

"Yes. What happened?"

"He told me that he was coming for us. He said we have 7 days. 7 days before the world ends and he sent me on my way. He sent me on my way like a messenger and I woke up in the snow a few blocks from your house. I knew he took me where he took me on purpose. You see. He wanted me to tell this to you. He wanted me to tell you to gather your angels because he's sending his beast in 7 days."

"Leviathan said this?"

"No. No. Leviathan is the beast. Leviathan isn't him," Cham stated before finally turning to stare at me, "Michael. Don't you get it. Don't you get it!"

"Calm down Cham. Talk to me. What are you trying to say?"

"I've been to hell Michael. I've seen the devil."

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