Page 65 of Rekindled Prophecy

After a moment he leaned in closer, so close that the heat from his breath nearly suffocated her. “You see, my dear, I am a traditionalist. I like simplicity. Elegance. That is my preference and always has been. To have the original main character play her prescribed role, not some understudy. Well, it is destiny. Your destiny.”

Was he saying she was supposed to help fulfill this mysterious prophecy, but if she didn’t, Kelly or the child could? That would mean they would stay in danger.

Olivier’s eyes sparkled in the moonless night. “In the meantime, the alternate contestants will remain under myprotectionuntil they are needed, or not. For their sake, it’s your job to make sure I don’t require their services.”

The archangel stepped back a few inches, leaving the air much cooler and breathable again.

One word kept flashing in her mind – Nephilim.

And then his words punched her in the gut: “… it’s your destiny …”

No, none of this could be right. Everything she had ever heard, up until today, had been that Nephilim were extinct. They had been hunted down and slaughtered by angels and demons because they were abominations.

But now the word “Nephilim” was bantered around as if it were the latest trendy mantra on everyone’s lips.

Greylyn’s mind spun madly, trying to make sense of it all. Nephilim or not, the fact remained, she had to do whatever was necessary to keep Kelly and her child safely away from Olivier. She knew her protectiveness of them surpassed the normal guardian angel job description. It was deeper and more personal.

The once sweltering and humid summer air had turned oddly cool during Olivier’s remarks as goosebumps prickled her skin. Silently chiding herself for allowing fear to dominate her, Greylyn took a deep breath before staring directly into Olivier’s eyes. She hoped to convey resolve and fearlessness. Willing her voice not to tremble, she finally asked the obvious question. “What exactly is it you want me to do? You can have my cooperation, but you and your minions will leave Kelly and her familyalone. So much as a hair on their heads is harmed, and all bets are off.” She inwardly cringed. She knew her statements sounded more like a bratty child giving an adult an ultimatum with no way to possibly retaliate if she did not get her way.

With a soft chuckle, Olivier broke eye contact and stepped away to slowly pace. “My dear, what fun would it be if I told you everything? Watching you squirm will be so delightful.”

This was just peachy! She was left to do all the grunt work without knowing what she was even supposed to accomplish!

“Can’t help you if I don’t know what it is you want. Not going to help you if you continue to threaten Kelly and her child.” Her fear was finally morphing into a more appropriate emotion … anger.

“Oh, don’t fret. I have given my solemn promise to protect Kelly and the child, even from other less savory entities. I have gone to great lengths to keep them safe thus far. If you fulfill your end of the bargain, they will live rich and full lives, none the wiser to the danger they are in. If you do not,” he paused for a more menacing effect, “then I will need them. So, either way, they will remain safe. With your easy willingness to cooperate, I am feeling generous. To sweeten the pot, I will even guarantee no other children of hers will be touched.Deal?”

He flashed a wide, perfect, smarmy smile. Despite his angelic good looks, she had never met a viler creature than this one, and that was saying something. She had met plenty of nasty monsters that would send the most courageous human into a permanent catatonic state of terror.

“Well, I need something to go on if I’m to do whatever it is you think I’m supposed to do.” Pausing she decided to reveal her cards just a bit. “So, this has something to do with a prophecy. Based on your interest in me, I’m assuming you are in favor of this thing being fulfilled.” He nodded smugly as if she were a rookie reporter asking a seasoned politician about whether he smoked weed in college.

“It may or may not have to do with Nephilim.”

Olivier frowned and rolled his eyes. “Yes, only a Nephilim can do the work. And that is you.” He shoved a perfectly manicured finger into her chest so hard she nearly toppled over.

Aside from not being sold on labeling herself as a Nephilim, Greylyn let the comment slip for the time being.

Regaining her balance, she glared at him. “So, what does this prophecy entail exactly?”

Another question popped up in her mind. She doubted he would answer, but it was worth a shot. “Also, you have yet to inform me how this supposed prophecy profits you.”

Clearing his throat, Olivier strode back over to where she now stood with her hand placed on her right hip, less than an inch from where her dagger was hidden under her shirt. Her fingers itched with the need to pull it out and thrust it into Olivier’s giant form. He noticed the miniscule twitch of her fingers and laughed.

“Really, my dear. You must know I’d rip your heart out and have it for a snack before you could wrap your fingers around the hilt of that paltry blade.”

Her hands fell back to her sides. He was right, but the thought had been exhilarating.

“Now back to the issue at hand. Even if I wished to lay out the entire prophecy in front of you, I simply cannot. The written form of the prophecy was considered much too dangerous by my heavenly brothers.”

Too dangerous to be written? That was bad, very bad.

Olivier rolled his eyes extravagantly upward and held up his hands to the sky. “They decided that it should remain unwritten.Completelyunwritten. They went overboard trying to hide its existence, but Lucifer knew of it. He was there when it was foretold by another archangel. Even the host of Heaven could not bypass the prophecy, written or not. So shall it be written – or not – so it shall be done.” Shrugging, he added, “Something like that anyway.”

So, if he does not even know what it is, why does he want it done so badly?

To be honest, she did not want to know. If the angels thought it was too dangerous, that was enough to convince her.

“So, if it is not written, how am I supposed to find out what it says? Maybe it foretells how to kill you.” Her lips curved up in a wry smile at the delicious thought.

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