“Okay, we have to imprison Lord Cromwell, check,” and Charmeine held up her hand making a check mark in the air.
“Listen Sis, we need to tell you of how daunting Lord Cromwell is,” Hameal remarked as his face became stoic with a very serious look.
“Some of Earth’s darkest times were influenced by him,” Hera added.
“We know his deeds from our holds in Heaven,” Laura said as she folded her arms across her chest and sat back with a distant look. “We could see the loss of life and destruction he caused by clouding men’s minds. It’s a pretty lengthy list.”
“Yeah Mom, he was the one to influence building the Tower of Babel,” Sandra chimed in.
“The actual Tower of Babel? But how…?” Charmeine asked.
“Generations following the great flood with Noah, we, the people of the Earth spoke one language,” Dmitri interrupted her and had a far off look on his face.
With a glimmer of recognition, Tabbruis added, “We migrated from the east, and came to the land of Shinar.”
“Where the people resolved to build a city with a tower,” Thomas said with a black face.
“The tower was supposed to have its top in the heavens…” Hameal murmured.
“Lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the Earth,” Neal grumbled.
“And so God scattered them upon the face of the Earth, and confused their languages, and they left off building the city.” Laura welled in tears.
Charmeine asked, “You knew each other then?”
They all shook their heads no.
“We did not know each other then, but we lived the same history,” Tabbruis replied.
Thomas uttered with a face of reminiscence, “The Tower which was called Babel because God confounded the language of all the Earth.”
“I’m constantly amazed at the history you all have shared.” Charmeine’s face lit up when she heard about the events they lived through.
Tabbruis snapped, “Charmeine, you romanticize history, but those who have lived it, are traumatized by it!”
She looked at him with surprise. He never lost his temper until Bathsheba came. She felt like her heart was bleeding.
“Amen to that, Tabbruis!” Laura blurted out. “Charmeine, you have no idea how lucky you were to appear on Earth in 1997. Some of us have had to live through Hell.”
Hameal could see Charmeine was still hurt from Tabbruis’ retorts. He tried to change the subject. “The assassination of Julius Caesar was from his doing. Cromwell also influenced Hernán Cortés who was mainly responsible for the Spanish conquest of the Aztec Empire. The carnage of the people and rape of the land was immeasurable.”
“Mom, the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, and his wife, Duchess of Hohenberg, were assassinated on June 28, 1914, in Sarajevo. Their deaths were the impetus for World War I, and we believe this pitiful excuse for a Blood-Hunter is guilty,” Shane said with a frown.
“How can he wield such power?” Charmeine asked. She tried not to get sick and said, “But, two questions weigh on my mind. First and foremost, how did Pascal overcome the influence of Lord Cromwell? Second, why didn’t Pascal kill him? Why imprison him when he knew he was such a threat to the Blood-Hunters?”
“We do not know, but I feel positive the family will find out those answers,” Tabbruis replied. “Nevertheless Charmeine, you need to know what kind of a force we are dealing with. Lord Cromwell will not be easy to defeat. I am afraid the Elder Council was just a warm up for our family’s strength to be tested on Earth.”
Things are heating up!
A friend told me last week, “Seditious is one of those novels that really make you sit on the edge of your seat.”
I took that as a real compliment, and it made my day! I was smiling from ear to ear.
I hope today you have a good thing said to that makes your day!
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