The sun was low in the sky. It casted long shadows across the settlement. The busy life within the gates paused momentarily. The settlers stationed at the entrance focused their attention on the frail boy standing just outside the gates.The boy's eyes were filled with sadness. A desperation showed through his weary expression. His arms were raised, a sign of surrender. An attempt to convey his lack of threat to the settlement."I'm unarmed, please help me," the boy's voice hesitated, carrying the weight of countless hardships. His words hung in the air, an appeal for compassion in a world filled with distrust and fear.One of the guards at the gate held his gun steady, his voice stern as he questioned the boy's presence. "What's your business here?" The tension in the air was apparent, a reflection of the settlers' weariness toward strangers."We've been through quite enough already - we can't allow a stranger inside our sanctuary," one of the settlers inside the gate voiced the coll
"And no wonder, for Satan himself keeps disguising himself as an angel of light"- 2 Corinthians 11:14Harold sat on a makeshift bench, his gaze fixed kindly on Troy who stood in front of him. His young face etched with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. The morning sun cast a gentle glow on them. It filtered through the edges of the settlement's walls."What's your name, young man?" Harold's voice carried warmth, as he asked the boy."It's Troy, sir. My name is Troy," the boy replied, his tone filled with appreciation for the kindness he had been shown."Troy, that's a good name," Harold nodded in acknowledgment, with a small smile on his lips. His eyes showed a sense of understanding, recognizing the weight of the hardships Troy must have endured.The boy shifted slightly, a gesture of nervousness mixed with heartfelt gratitude. "Sir, I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here. I really didn't have anywhere else to go. If you hadn't helped me, I really could have died out t
In the darkened throne room of Tarturas, Diablo, the enigmatic ruler seated upon the grand throne, raised his hand with an effortless grace. A flicker of dark energy followed the motion, weaving into existence a table made with intricate designs. The table stood at the center of the room, a manifestation of Diablo's command over infernal energy.As if created from the very fabric of Tarturas itself, a set of chairs materialized around the table. Their dark, twisted frames seemed to fit seamlessly with the aura of the throne room. Each chair had an otherworldly elegance. They were tailored to accommodate the number of his loyal servants who stood on the elevated platform.Diablo's hollow eyes surveyed the newly formed arrangement, his demeanor exuding an air of authority. "My beloved servants," he spoke, his voice resonating through the chamber with a commanding presence, "you will now sit."In response to Diablo's directive, the arch-demons, each named and devoted to their dark lord,
Noah's bewildered voice echoed through the boundless expanse of the cloud-filled realm. The wall-less room seemed suspended in the sky. It was a surreal environment where the laws of gravity didn't apply. As he took a step forward, clouds billowed beneath his feet, creating a sensation both ethereal and unnerving.The sky above him stretched infinitely. It was an ever-shifting canvas of hues that ranged from delicate colours to deep, mysterious blues. Noah's gaze darted around, attempting to grasp the surreal nature of his surroundings. "Why am I not falling?" he pondered aloud, his voice swallowed by the vastness of the cloudy abyss.The air carried a peculiar stillness. It was broken only by Noah's footsteps resonating through the unseen boundaries of the sky chamber. Each step left a faint imprint on the clouds, as if the very essence of the sky responded to his presence. His senses tingled with a mixture of awe and anxiety, an unspoken tension that clung to the air like a cloak.N
Noah slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of Norah anxiously waiting by his side. "Woah," he exclaimed, his surprise evident as he took in his surroundings. "Good morning, sis. What brings you here?" he inquired, attempting to shake off the lingering disorientation."Morning? Are you out of your mind?" Norah retorted, her concern turning into frustration. "You've been asleep for the entire day. What happened to you? Are you sick or something?" Her eyes searched his face for any sign of explanation."What!" Noah exclaimed, realizing the absence of sunlight outside his shelter. "I've been out for the whole day?" The revelation hit him, and he struggled to reconcile the passage of time with his perception."Is it because of that dream of yours again?" Norah questioned, her worry deepening as she probed for an explanation."No, I must've been real tired," Noah responded, a sudden realization dawning upon him. As he attempted to explain the dream or whatever it was, he found himsel
"Then I saw, and look! the Lamb standing on Mount Zion, and with him 144,000 who have his name and the name of his Father written on their foreheads"-Revelation 14:1In the ancient city of Bethlehem, now desolate after the Armageddon, the night air hung heavy with silence. The remnants of a once-thriving cityscape laid in ruins, a testimony to the apocalyptic aftermath. The stars above barely penetrated the darkness, offering only faint glimmers.However, on this fateful night, a celestial phenomenon unfolded. It transformed the destroyed environment into a beautiful spectacle. From the heavens descended thousands of angels, their majestic presence followed by a symphony that resonated through the stillness. The city, ruined in the aftermath of destruction, became the canvas for a divine display.As the angels descended, their golden-hued energy lit the sky with a brilliance that defied the darkness. The sky transformed into a breathtaking light-show as their radiant wings gracefull
In the soft morning light, Noah made his way to Harold's shelter, his purpose clear in his stride. He reached the familiar door and gave it a polite knock. Soon, Harold emerged, and their conversation began."Hey, Mr. Harold. Emily said you wanted to see me," Noah greeted.Harold acknowledged him, "Yes, thanks for coming. I wanted to discuss something regarding the new boy who just joined us the other day."Noah, curious, replied, "Okay, I'm all ears.""I need your help in assisting him adjust to life here at the settlement. I figured you'd be a good fit, given you recently joined a few weeks back and adjusted quite fast," explained Harold."What's his name again?" inquired Noah."It's Troy," Harold replied."Alright, so what do I need to do specifically?" Noah asked, ready to contribute.Harold reassured him, "Nothing serious. You can just show him around and explain how things work. If there's a task he'd feel comfortable doing, then you'll come let me know, and we'll work something
Noah and Jake, their faces masked with determination, finished gearing up for the ominous mission ahead. The weight of their decision hung in the air as they joined Spencer and Esther at the settlement gate. "Have you informed the leader?" Jake inquired, his concern evident."He knows. He told us to be careful out there," Esther replied, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation."So even Mr. Harold is okay with this, huh?" Noah remarked, a mix of skepticism and acceptance in his tone."Peace and tranquility comes at a price, Noah - especially during this unforgiving apocalypse," Spencer remarked, emphasizing the harsh reality they faced."Alright, but I need you all to understand something," Noah paused, his gaze fixed on each of them. "When I put my mind to doing something, nothing is going to stop me. At first I was against doing this, but I've seen and understood the risks involved. Once I find James, I'm putting him down, no questions asked."They all exchanged glances, th