The Templar Stone – Finale (Chapter 6) – A Sunday Story

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**A very fictional tale**

Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Isabella jumped into the vision of the boiler room scene she saw on the King Cross Tube station platform. There was no time to waste. She was certain, from the stench of evil hovering in the ether, that Zox was hiding somewhere close…

As Isabella arrived in the boiler room under King’s Cross Tube Station London’s platform under the Gents washroom …

She arrived in an eerie twilight dimly lit scene. Strange flickering dust filled the air lingering it seemed. From the vision she had seen moments earlier, she assumed correctly that someone had just met their demise gruesomely, courtesy of the onyx Templar stone’s own spirit guardian, Erebus.

Erebus was from a time before the ancients ever existed, and from before the time of angels. He was a primordial being with five faces like the cherubims. He bore one head but with five sides to it: a lioness, a lamb, a minotaur, a hyena, and a pale horse. His head swiveled to reveal one face of his choosing at a time.

Then, in the dim light of the boiler room, Isabella saw the closed box with the onyx Templar stone—the box which even she as its protector was forbidden to open.

As Isabella reached out her hand to pick up the box…

Suddenly, Zox and his horde of twelve soul assassins entered the boiler room through a rip they created in reality’s veil.

Isabella recognized The Nephelim Zox but not his companions. However, she recognized their weapons. Their calabashes/shekeres (gourds) fashioned in the shape of Shinigami (the Grim Reaper)’s scythe told her all she needed to know—they were soul assassins, more commonly known as “erasers”.

To Isabella, suddenly Zox’s plan was clear. He did not just want Isabella dead in this life. Zox and his fellow Nephalims wanted to erase her past, present, and future…as though she and her ancestors all…never existed.

Thus, the onyx Templar stone would revert back to its original owner, Chaos, ruler of the primordial ooze, and Zox’s father. Chaos had been banished by God eons ago for his disobedience.

Isabella spoke:

“Hello Gentlemen, you cannot have this box, nor its contents. Leave!”

Zox walked toward Isabella as she, still bending to retrieve the box with the onyx Templar stone, kept her eyes on his approach while he unsheathed his sword.

Zox replied spitting out each syllable with disdain:

“Don’t you know who I am…you infant!”

“That’s your problem, not mine!” Isabella quickly retorted, attempting to unsettle his well-known narcissistic proclivities.

Fuming angrily, Zox swung at Isabella with the massive sword in his left hand.

Isabella ducked low to the ground grabbed the box with the onyx Templar stone and placed it in her bosom. Rolling, she then flipped her body upward in a move known as a kik-up and then cartwheeled out of Zox’s sword’s reach.

No sooner than her feet landed on the boiler room floor, the twelve soul assassins threw their calabash scythes en masse towards her.

Isabella turned herself into the flaming sword as high as the boiler room. Her sudden shift set the once dim boiler room aglow with the red flames of her body/sword.

The twelve calabash scythes finding no human soul to sever fell to the concrete floor with a cacophonous din like an orchestra’s cymbals warming up before a performance.

The twelve assassins’ startled expressions turned to terror when they realized who Isabella really was. Perhaps their employer, Zox had skipped a detail or two about what they were really up against.

Because the flaming sword that Isabella wielded was no ordinary sword. It was the same sword that still guards the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil in that Garden from long ago. And, the onyx Templar stone was one of the fruit from that tree plucked by Chaos, Zox’s father before that garden was sealed for good.

Isabella swung herself upward catapulting in mid-air, like a high jumper. She swirled as the flames of her body now the flaming sword began to engulf the boiler room. She vibrated as she “flew,” her body no longer human now a quivering sword speeding towards the soul assassins.

With loud shrieks, the soul assassins fled back into the sliver of reality’s veil from whence they came, hollering in terror at what they had seen.

Isabella, without missing a beat swerved now in full-on flames two meters high in the form of a sword, turned her attention to Zox.

Zox did not back down.

He lunged his sword into Isabella’s “body” in sword form, picking what he presumed would be the precise location of her heart. His sword’s thrust caused Isabella to revert back to her human form.

Then, Isabella jumped from the air down to the boiler room’s concrete floor. Her breathing was labored. She exhaled loudly calming her energy and life force.

Rushing forward, Zox grabbed Isabella by the throat and squeezed, yelling,

“Why don’t you people just die? I am sick of your kind getting in my way all these years. I want my father back!”

In his anguish, and convinced that he had had the better of Isabella, Zox did not notice that when he clashed swords with Isabella he had punctured the box with the onyx Templar stone Isabella had hidden in her bosom.

Nor, did he see the being (Erebus), with the three-sided sword, (unleashed by opening the box with the onyx Templar stone), stalking him.

Turning on the face of a lioness, Erebus crept, skulking low on the ground, almost creeping, in the shadows. He motioned to Isabella to keep Zox occupied.

Barely able to produce sound from her throat, and feverishly grabbing, trying to free herself from Zox’s choke hold, Isabella replied to Zox’s rhetorical question:

“You first!”

Squeezing her throat more forcefully and lifting Isabella off the ground in the process, Zox yelled, taunting Isabella, who by now was turning blueish and gasping for air:

“Speak up, I can’t hear you infantile superhero…”

Then came the blow to Zox’s cranium from the three-sided sword…

But the blow from the onyx Templar stone’s created three-sided sword, could not kill an angel, not even a fallen one like Zox. Instead, the blow immediately banished Zox to the primordial abyss, the seat of all darkness, with no hope of a way out until the day of judgment.

Zox’s echoing screams at being shut out from all light forever could be heard throughout the train station.

A remnant of that wailing screech can be heard everywhere even until this day, hidden in the sounds of trains braking and stopping in their tracks.

****The End****

Coming Next Week – Isabella returns, this time, in her day job as CIA Station Chief, in The Sunday Short Story “Navigator.”

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

46 thoughts on “The Templar Stone – Finale (Chapter 6) – A Sunday Story

  1. ⚔fashioned in the shape of Shinigami (the Grim Reaper)’s scythe told her all she needed to know—they were soul assassins, more commonly known as “erasers”.⚔

    In the tradition of Japanese religion and culture.

    ⚔He did not just want Isabella dead in this life. Zox and his fellow Nephalims wanted to erase her past, present, and future…as though she and her ancestors all…never existed.⚔

    So they come back to kill her in her past life?

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    1. In the tradition of Japanese religion and culture yes indeed!

      Re: So they came back to kill her in her past life?
      They came back to kill her at this moment in her history, yes — a time where they thought she was relatively inexperienced at her responsibility of protector. They assumed she was as an “infant” in her craft…but of course that was not the case😊

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  2. ⚔Thus, the onyx Templar stone would revert back to its original owner, Chaos, ruler of the primordial ooze, and Zox’s father. Chaos had been banished by God eons ago for his disobedience.⚔

    Expunged Chaos roams the earth like a hungry lion

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  3. ⚔A remnant of that wailing screech can be heard everywhere even until this day, hidden in the sounds of trains braking and stopping in their tracks.⚔

    😄, fantastic, I can hear it as Zox wails in the pits of condemnation.

    ⚔With loud shrieks, the soul assassins fled back into the sliver of reality’s veil from whence they came, hollering in terror at what they had seen.⚔

    😂, I can see these doomed scary eyes come creeping out of the woodwork, back into reality.

    ⚔Isabella turned herself into the flaming sword as high as the boiler room. ⚔

    Spectacular, otherworldly transform
    How you love your heroine

    ⚔It was the same sword that still guards the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil in that Garden from long ago. ⚔

    I would shudder in the presence

    Remarkable storyteller Poet.
    How you laboured to tell Isabella’s story, from the dungeon of darkness, wrestling with ancient forces, bringing her home safely, through the wonder of your fertile and beautiful mind.

    Bravo 👏

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    1. The theme of trains from the beginning of the story had been there for this final reason… because of that easily recognizable sound of trains braking.

      I do love the heroine..She is superb and very human. Thank you for noticing.

      I would shudder as well. What a sight of absolute terror…(I think anyway),

      Thank you as always for your kindness and enthusiasm. Much appreciated. My plots can be a little out there, I appreciate too that you enjoy my dabble into the impossible, knitting all kinds of traditions back to front and inside out on story mannequins….haha.

      Thank you! Happy Sunday, Blessings.

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      1. Okkkk… I see what you did there with the trains

        Yes obviously, how else could you write these extraordinary chapters. You are most welcome.

        And you seamlessly knit these traditions together. Just amazing. Everyone of us here appreciate your craft. Simply wonderful.

        Blessings and enjoy your new week.

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