Page 50 of Rekindled Prophecy

Leaning in closer, as if they were conspirators in some crime, Kael added, “Some contingents believe that striking them down before they could be born would eliminate the threat to Hell’s dominance over the planet. Hence, the miscarriage, I suspect.” That was the most probably theory yet.

“However, there are others in the ruling class that do not hold this belief. They contend that the reward for seducing the last of the Nephilim to their side is too enticing to pass up. They see it as their way to further increase their power on Earth. How any of this relates to some prophecy, I have no idea.”

Greylyn sat still as a whirlwind of thoughts raced through her mind with this information. The entire situation was much more volatile than she had imagined. There was far more at stake than saving a single woman’s life and soul. Sofia had been right to worry if her spirit guides were foretelling of a prophecy.

Kael paused, as if expecting her to interrupt. She nodded to encourage him to continue. “Now all this is based on conjecture and rumor. I could be completely off base on the real reason one part of Hell wants her dead, and the other part wants her alive. I happen to agree with the rationale to keep her and the child alive. It certainly could not hurt matters. So, I was sent on this mission to, for once, save someone rather than destroy them. Quite ironic, isn’t it?”

All this was a bit too much for her to comprehend. Of course, he could just be saying that to get on her good side. Kael working for good? Impossible.

If Kelly was Nephilim, she was most likely unaware of it. If she did know, she did a good job of hiding it. But that would explain the inner light surrounding her, which would befit one of such a heritage.

“I’ve sensed a brilliant power coming from the baby in her womb. It is quite remarkable. If the story is indeed a valid prophecy, there’s little doubt that Kelly and her family were the ones spoken of.” After a moment’s pause, he interjected, “All that power wrapped up in such a tiny package! Imagine the possibilities!”

So, Kael is convinced Kelly is Nephilim? And he is not trying to kill her?

Shaking her head as if that would make her jumbled thoughts coalesce, Greylyn asked, “So, what’s your role in all this? Hell sent you as a bodyguard?”

“I guess if you put it that way…yes. I was ordered to keep watch over them until the imminent danger passed. That is why I befriended Kelly and Matthew months ago. There have been several threats during a short amount of time. Not one has gotten by me to lay a finger on her.” His eyes begged her to believe him. “Based on the new light surrounding Kelly, which I imagine you had something to do with, they’re both safe … for now. I will also check in on them from time to time for the next few years until this whole situation plays itself out.”

Greylyn’s mind ran over all the scenarios. Once Kelly and Matthew were wed, and under Heaven’s protection, courtesy of the psychic’s efforts, the child and any subsequent children should be safe until adulthood when they would have to carve their own paths in life. It would be their choices as adults that determined the course of their lives, for good or for evil. Kelly was an adult already, but Greylyn was confident she would stay strong…for herself and for her children. But her offspring…had she been sent there to save them now, only to have them face down Hell later?

She needed to know more about this so-called prophecy. Perhaps this was all a bunch of hoopla for nothing. It was worth noting that those in power were convinced enough to go to such extremes. To her knowledge, this was the first time Hell wanted to protect someone.

Staring off into the distance, her mind barely acknowledged the beauty around her – the summer flowers, the flourishing green mountains in the distance. Her gut was telling her that, contrary to his nature as an evil being, Kael was telling the truth. But how could she possibly trust him? That ran against every fiber of her being … trusting a dark guardian! She almost laughed.

Wrapped up in her thoughts, she failed to sense him moving closer until his face was a mere centimeter from her own. His palm tenderly cupped her chin as he lightly rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone to her ear then back down to linger at the edge of her mouth.

The caress sent a flood of pleasurable sensations throughout her body, like a gentle waterfall cascading over her. Incapable of moving away and no longer able to think about anything else, she found herself welcoming his touch. They were eye to eye, nose to nose. She would simply have to lean forward the slightest bit, and their lips would meet. Full, sensual lips, slightly parted, served as an invisible force that tugged her forward.

No. No. No.

Exerting the full strength of her will, she pulled back instead. Incapable of words, she shook her head.

Disappointment in his eyes cut her soul like a jagged knife. Instinct raised her hand toward his face, anything to alleviate that pain, but he sat back and closed his eyes.

Immediately the temperature chilled. Still only inches apart, Greylyn felt the vast emptiness, as if a depthless black abyss now stretched between them. Strangely, the distance caused her pain.

Her heart ached as it struggled not to burst out of her chest. His brooding expression seemed to convey the same inner torment.

To recollect herself, she started talking, much too fast. Nervous habit.

“So, you expect me to believe you are here to protect Kelly and the baby? That will be a first! In effect, we have the same purpose here. That’s why you have been helping me? That makes zero sense. You’ve done nothing but work against me since I can remember. Not to mention the somewhat veiled threats you spouted when we met under the gazebo just two days ago.”

Agitated, she stood up abruptly and started to pace the small covered porch, nearly tripping over his long, outstretched legs.

“Supposedly, the Hell Powers That Be are at odds as to how to handle apossibleNephilim descendant? They don’t even know for sure!”

Continuing to rant, Greylyn repeated his story out loud as if by saying the words she could discern the facts from fiction. Kael stood and grabbed her hands, halting her pacing.

“As difficult as it may be to believe, I am telling you the truth.” His eyes locked on her own as if the legitimacy of his words could be conveyed through them. “Actually, if you think about it, I may be the only person who has never lied to you.”

What? Never lied to me? Ha!

She fidgeted to get away from him, but he held her hands so firmly her body stilled. “I am here to protect Kelly and the child from any rogue elements that were sent to kill her before she could give birth and raise her little family of possible Nephilim.”

Sternly, as if making a point to a small child, he concluded by saying, “So, yes, in essence, my mission here is the same as yours, so we might as well work together.”

Her head spun. Such news would shellshock anyone familiar with guardian angels and their demonic counterparts. Too dumbfounded to speak, Greylyn allowed her hands to remain entwined with Kael’s. They stood there, silent, hands locked as energy flowed between them in an infinite circle. The last shred of her belief system frayed – Kael was not the villain, at least not in this scenario.

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