Navigator, Chapter 23 – A Sunday Story

Posted bySuzette BenjaminPosted inPoetry
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Chapter 23

It was raining catfishes and crawdads over Stonehenge; not literally but figuratively.

It was the kind of rain that perhaps only crustaceans would enjoy, having a plethora of appendages to hold themself upright in the spin-washing cycle that the skies ruling over the sacred site had become.

Moments earlier…

Isabella soared skyward over Stonehenge, enjoying the thrill of her position as the hilt of her flaming sword (the sword that “lives” in her half-human half-angel bloodstream),

When suddenly…

The bright sunny midday turned to dark in the blink of an eye over the sky kingdom, the heavens opened up and rain gushed forth…

Now, rain pummeled the expanse as it fell earthward belligerent in watery torrents; belligerent perhaps because…

…the sleepy raindrops had been dragged from their slumber in the distant clouds over yonder to alight upon Wiltshire, England’s stone monument.

Thus, Isabella still airborne was drenched; she felt wet to the bone.

Rain pelted her eyes and nostrils, she gasped for air spitting rain from her lips and blinking furiously just to see a few meters ahead.

Dripping wet, but not wanting to squander this opportunity, Isabella serenely charged forward using the flaming sword’s backdraft to light her way. She said to herself:

“If I am having trouble in this rain and the poor visibility; Then, this might give me the element of a surprise for a sneak attack on Baphoment and his angelic criminal hoodlum horde.”

Because, just moments earlier, Isabella received a hot tip about her current foe, Baphoment (the embodiment of all evil)—that the gilded gauntlet glove he wore on his right hand was both his strength and his weakness.

Unfortunately…

Unbeknownst to Isabella, their was a bit more to the secret of Baphomet gilded gauntlet…

Indeed, one part of its secret was his gilded gauntlet’s connection to his person/form. But there was something else…far more sinister afoot…

Isabella swerved and zoomed downward, seizing her chance, in the waning light clinging to the edge of darkness, hoping to sneek up on Baphomet.

As she reached behind Baphomet…

Temporarily blinded by the sudden creeping darkness, Baphomet and his horde of dark angels had ceased pelting poisoned fiery darts, using their levitated energies, at unsuspecting visitors to Stonehenge currently milling about confused and running for shelter.

In the next moment…

Inexplicably, sunlight returned as the rain stopped, and the sunny midday skies resumed their bliss.

Circling lower and lower in the sky, Isabella came up from behind Baphomet and his one-hundred-strong dark angels on their gargoyle transports.

Isabella, with her flaming sword, spotted a slight glimmer of Baphomet’s right hand with his gilded gauntlet in place. He still sported his shape-shifted form of the headless enemy, Legion whom she had encountered some three-plus days ago in Dubai.

But unbeknownst to Isabella, a shadowy figure a canine-like beast with many heads hid, floating in the ether over Stonehenge.

The lurking canine-like beast hid in the sky shadows of the clouds scheming. His three faces oozed crimson fluid that looked like red paint but on closer inspection, if one dared, one would have noted that the crimson was the blood of slayed dragons.

His tail, its massive length was the unbreakable chain for “the gates” that he guards.

His eyes were bone-chilling mirrors into the gaping void that is Hades.

Suddenly, the lurking canine-like beast showed his true form as he, Cerberus (Hades’ gatekeeper) extended his fore paws, grabbed Baphomet, and tried to pull him out of Isabella’s reach.

Meanwhile, Archangel Michael (anticipating that Cerberus somehow had gotten wind of the plan to imprison Baphomet at Eve’s Calendar, aka Stonehenge,) appeared in the sky above them.

In an instant, Archangel Michael bolo-punched (the hook and uppercut combination punch in boxing) Baphomet in his torso.

Immediately, the shadowy canine figure (Cerberus) released his grip on Baphomet.

Then, Cerberus vanished.

Startled and jolted, Baphomet catapulted downward in the sky.

His chariot in a vain attempt to steady Baphomet’s fall succeeded only in colliding with his one hundred dark angels and their gargoyle transports.

The upshot was that Baphomet’s followers fell from the sky… careening out of control to the ground.

Temporarily stunned, the group of one hundred dark angels slumped haplessly landing in a thunderous heap.

The weight of the mass of dark angels and the wood acacia table parts no longer enchanted into “life-like” gargoyles crushed several of the dark angels at the bottom of the heap.

The sound of their extraterrestrial bones crushing could be heard as they fell one on top of another, their bodies unable to negotiate earth’s gravity (as humans do) when in such close proximity to the ground.

Some of the dark angels moaned in agony; while others screamed in terror.

Meanwhile…

Baphomet still masquerading as his other form, as the headless, Legion tried to recover from Archangel Michael’s blow.

He lifted his gilded gauntlet hand to conjure up his other form as the goat-masked Baphomet.

In a flash…Isabella seized the moment and aimed carefully at Baphomet’s gilded gauntlet’s fabric.

Her flaming sword with her body as its hilt, sliced through the gilded gauntlet just enough to knick the armored fabric of the glove…

Sensing that his consciousness had been compromised, Baphomet howled…

In inexplicable horror…

Baphomet’s body separated…into three parts, like unlocking Lego pieces.

His fallen-angel bluish-colored blood froze in midair, as if…as if, waiting for him to do something to resolve its present predicament.

…In an uncharacteristic panic, Baphomet tried to speak an ancient incantation, mumbling hastily, attempting to reconcile his body to its whole…but to no avail.

Part of the gilded gauntlet’s secret was that it kept Baphomet “together” whenever he transformed.

His gauntlet glove was his body’s memory of his original state (as Baphomet with the goat-head mask).

Meanwhile, at ground level in Stonehenge…

“Hey Mr. “Secret” Angel, how can I help? Archangel Micheal sent me.”

“Oh, bugger, I did not recognize you earlier as the young girl at the fruit and lemonade stand, Urthe. Wow, great disguise.”

“Thanks, dude. So what would you like from my cauldron wheelhouse?”

“The usual hellfire and brimstone, but only a small portion just enough to confuse those dark angels working with “His Evilness” (Baphomet) up there.”

Said Metty as he pointed to the clearing skies from the darkness that temporarily set in a moment earlier.

Seeing the sudden fracas overhead with Archangel Michael landing a bolo punch to Baphomet’s torso, Urthe glided swiftly half running half floating over to the falling heap of dark angels and the now bits of acacia wood that had lost their enchanted gargoyle connection to Baphomet/Legion.

Using her hand to direct its flow, Urthe blew a kiss to the wriggling pile of angels and wood bits.

But, this was no ordinary kiss!

Out of Urthe’s breath spewed, larva, white-hot with orange flames, their molten drips sparked on the wet ground as the drenched earth put out each drop of the Sun planet’s hot cauldron’s larva.

The large fireball that formed that was once Urthe’s breath nipped at the dark angels’ heels. Their wings on fire… they screamed as they rolled in the waterlogged grass, wriggling furiously in a panic attempting to quench the flames.

Then, Urthe took off into the sky. She required no wings, her grasp of thwarting the laws of gravity was an inherited skill deep in her DNA, from her estranged “father”…Lucifer!

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***Coming Next Week, The Finale, Part 1 (of 2 parts)***

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Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapters 15 & 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

98 thoughts on “Navigator, Chapter 23 – A Sunday Story”

  6. 🐠🦞It was the kind of rain that perhaps only crustaceans would enjoy, having a plethora of appendages to hold themself upright in the spin-washing cycle that the skies ruling over the sacred site had become.🐠🦞

    Lol, it’s a Rollercoaster you mean
    Hold on tight

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  8. 🦞🐠the sleepy raindrops had been dragged from their slumber in the distant clouds over yonder to alight upon Wiltshire, England’s stone monument.🐠🦞

    Oh my goodness, an absolutely gorgeous contrast description of the reason of the otherwise sweet raindrops turning into aggressive torrents

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  9. 🐠🦞Rain pelted her eyes and nostrils, she gasped for air spitting rain from her lips and blinking furiously just to see a few meters ahead.🐠🦞

    Oh noooo whoever wants to be caught in this hard-hitting rain.

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  10. 🐠🦞”If I am having trouble in this rain and the poor visibility; Then, this might give me the element of a surprise for a sneak attack on Baphoment and his angelic criminal hoodlum horde.”🐠🦞

    Oh yes, one must admire her faith.

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  12. 🐠🦞Temporarily blinded by the sudden creeping darkness, Baphomet and his horde of dark angels had ceased pelting poisoned fiery darts, using their levitated energies, at unsuspecting visitors to Stonehenge currently milling about confused and running for shelter.🐠🦞

    darkened darkening
    darkens darker!
    darkest darkly,
    ominous darkness

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  13. 🐠🦞But unbeknownst to Isabella, a shadowy figure a canine-like beast with many heads hid, floating in the ether over Stonehenge🐠🦞

    Eerie
    The stars are hid and the night
    is drearie,
    The heart of silence throbs

    Yet it is daylight

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  14. 🐠🦞His tail, its massive length was the unbreakable chain for “the gates” that he guards.

    His eyes were bone-chilling mirrors into the gaping void that is Hades.🦞🐠

    Terrifying
    And mastery of the poetic narrative

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  15. 🐠🦞Suddenly, the lurking canine-like beast showed his true form as he, Cerberus (Hades’ gatekeeper) extended his fore paws, grabbed Baphomet, and tried to pull him out of Isabella’s reach.

    Meanwhile, Archangel Michael (anticipating that Cerberus somehow had gotten wind of the plan to imprison Baphomet at Eve’s Calendar, aka Stonehenge,) appeared in the sky above them.🐠🦞

    Brilliant contrast setting
    In the meeting of good and evil

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  16. 🐠🦞In an instant, Archangel Michael bolo-punched (the hook and uppercut combination punch in boxing) Baphomet in his torso.🐠🦞

    Hey the Archangel was a boxer in his day 😂

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  17. 🦞🐠Startled and jolted, Baphomet catapulted downward in the sky.

    His chariot in a vain attempt to steady Baphomet’s fall succeeded only in colliding with his one hundred dark angels and their gargoyle transports🐠🦞

    Oh yes, the battle of the realms and the fallen ones

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  18. 🐠🦞The sound of their extraterrestrial bones crushing could be heard as they fell one on top of another, their bodies unable to negotiate earth’s gravity (as humans do) when in such close proximity to the ground.

    Some of the dark angels moaned in agony; while others screamed in terror.🐠🦞

    Can imgaine, the agony of the haunted demon

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  19. Baphomet’s body separated…into three parts, like unlocking Lego pieces.

    🐠🦞His fallen-angel bluish-colored blood froze in midair, as if…as if, waiting for him to do something to resolve its present predicament.🐠🦞

    Hmmmmm
    But yes of course
    There must’ve still been some royal colour in the blood

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    1. The “blue” of the blood and other non terrestrial beings is seen as blue to the human eye because our optic nerve cannot see beyond to the other “invisible” parts of the color spectrum. So the mind interprets the extraterrestrial elements as “bluish”

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  20. 🐠🦞..In an uncharacteristic panic, Baphomet tried to speak an ancient incantation, mumbling hastily, attempting to reconcile his body to its whole…but to no avail.

    Part of the gilded gauntlet’s secret was that it kept Baphomet “together” whenever he transformed.

    His gauntlet glove was his body’s memory of his original state (as Baphomet with the goat-head mask).🦞🐠

    Trying to find access to prayer
    There are no more gauntlets left.

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  21. 🐠🦞Hey Mr. “Secret” Angel, how can I help? Archangel Micheal sent me.”

    “Oh, bugger, I did not recognize you earlier as the young girl at the fruit and lemonade stand, Urthe. Wow, great disguise.”

    “Thanks, dude. So what would you like from my cauldron wheelhouse?”

    “The usual hellfire and brimstone, but only a small portion just enough to confuse those dark angels working with “His Evilness” (Baphomet) up there.”

    Said Metty as he pointed to the clearing skies from the darkness that temporarily set in a moment earlier.🐠🦞

    These two are so cute. I love the banter
    Love how you detailed the relationship through this dialogue

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  22. 🐠🦞Using her hand to direct its flow, Urthe blew a kiss to the wriggling pile of angels and wood bits.

    But, this was no ordinary kiss!

    Out of Urthe’s breath spewed, larva, white-hot with orange flames, their molten drips sparked on the wet ground as the drenched earth put out each drop of the Sun planet’s hot cauldron’s larva.🐠🦞

    Woooow what a flaming blown kiss

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  23. 🦞🐠The large fireball that formed that was once Urthe’s breath nipped at the dark angels’ heels. Their wings on fire… they screamed as they rolled in the waterlogged grass, wriggling furiously in a panic attempting to quench the flames.

    Then, Urthe took off into the sky. She required no wings, her grasp of thwarting the laws of gravity was an inherited skill deep in her DNA, from her estranged “father”…Lucifer!🐠🦞

    Longing for a smile, peace, shelter, to be saved

    Wow Lucifers estranged daughter
    I would never thought this, yet her name carries the burthersome those terrible childhood earthly aches

    Mesmerizing chapter
    Describing a both a spectacular and terrifying battle in the realms,
    Including the descent of angels
    Bravo 👏 👏 Excellent
    Suspenseful read.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed the other worldy and the three dimensional world battling unseen side by side. My pleasure

      Thank you as always, I cannot express my appreciation enough for your lavishness in your support and your eloquence in commentary. Bless you abundantly!

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    1. Awesome! Glad you enjoyed the pelting rain.
      And of course, you were the first to note weeks ago that the fruit stand girl would be involved later on… somehow. Well spotted, Maggie!
      Happy Sunday!

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