To Reign in Hell: A Novel (30 page)

A Cherub moved to bar the way and started to speak, but Zaph-kiel snapped, “Out of the way, idiot.” Before the other could decide what to do, they were past.

“Wonderful guards,” muttered Satan.

Then things happened quickly. As soon as they were inside, Zaph-kiel slammed the door shut and drove his sword under it as a wedge. There were cries, and the two Seraphim who were awake leapt at them while the other, Uriel, woke up.

There was a flurry of movement, and one of them was on the floor, Beelzebub’s teeth at his throat. The other was against a wall, gritting his teeth while Zaphkiel coolly held his arm pinned behind his back.

Uriel, awake now, rushed forward. Satan touched his emerald and a portion of the floor vanished as Uriel set his foot there. Uriel gave a cry and fell over. Satan walked up to him and hit him in the back of the head. Uriel stopped moving.

Satan walked forward, past Uriel, and looked at the two figures on the thrones. He addressed the stranger first.

“You must be Yeshuah,” he said. “I’ve heard much about you.”

“And I,” said Yeshuah, his eyes blazing, “have heard much of you. How did you manage to seduce that one?” He indicated Zaphkiel.

“It’s pleasing to know, Zaphkiel, that you didn’t trick me. That is a real pleasure, since it seems that everyone else has.”

Yawch spoke then, holding his sceptre high. “If you’ve come to destroy me, you’ll not find it easy, I think.”

“Likewise,” said Satan.

There were cries from the other side of the door and sounds of it beginning to give way.

“As it happens, I’m only here to talk. Zaphkiel tells me that you didn’t order the attack on us this evening.”

Yaweh’s eyes widened. “Attack! There was no attack.”

“There are several score of angels who would argue with that, if they could.”

Zaphkiel turned. “Including the Seraph you sent with the message to Michael, I think.”

Yaweh sat down heavily. “Michael attacked you?”

Satan nodded. “Yes. And I’m convinced now that it wasn’t by
your orders. That is what Zaphkiel tried to tell me. He also said that many things we’ve been accusing each other of weren’t done by us. He said I should speak to you about it.”

Yaweh seemed to be in shock. Yeshuah said, “Should we speak with them then, Father? If so, we should do something about those who are about to break down our door.”

Yaweh nodded dumbly. Yeshuah went up to the door and yelled. “Stand back! All is well. I’m opening the door now.”

The noise from the other side ceased. Yeshuah removed the sword that was holding it closed and opened it. “All is well,” he said. “Wait out here, though, until you are needed.”

There were sounds of agreement from the other side. Yeshuah returned as Zaphkiel and Beelzebub released the Seraphim they were holding. These rose and helped Uriel stand up. He seemed to be recovering.

“Well,” said Satan, “where should we begin? How about with Ariel? That’s what bothers me the most, I think.”

Yaweh looked puzzled. “I don’t know anything about Ariel. But why did you refuse my first invitation?”

“I never received an invitation.”

Yaweh shook his head. “I don’t—Uriel, bring Gabriel in here.”

Uriel hastened to comply.

Mephistopheles was in an upstairs hallway awaiting Yaweh’s reply when he heard the commotion below. He walked down and discovered that the door was sealed from the inside and that some one or ones had sneaked past. Since the Cherubim had decided not to say anything at all beyond that, it took him several minutes to find out that Zaphkiel had brought Satan and Beelzebub in to see Yaweh, and that they had been in there for some time now with Yaweh’s approval.

It took him several more minutes to figure out what must be happening, and it was only confirmed when a Seraph left the room and returned a few moments later with Abdiel walking behind him.

As the door closed, Mephistopheles remarked, “It might not be a bad idea to guard this door well.”

One of the Cherubim looked at him, then looked away. Mephi-stopheles shrugged. “There is a chance that someone will come flying out of that room in a moment, and if you stop him, you won’t have to—”

The door flung open. Abdiel came dashing out, down the hall, and was gone.

“Catch him!” cried Yeshuah, appearing at the door.

Mephistopheles sighed. “I’m so smart I almost can’t stand it,” he remarked to no one in particular.

As the Cherubim started off, Yaweh appeared at the door. “Let him go,” he said. “He’s done his damage; we can catch him later.”

The door closed. One of the Cherubim turned to make some remark to Mephistopheles, but Mephistopheles was nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t quite know how to take all this, Satan.”

The Regent shook his head. “I don’t either. I feel that we’ve been

fighting for no reason—and yet, have we?”

“I don’t know. But it seems that neither of us want to fight, and

our reasons for fighting never existed.” Satan nodded.

“Well then,” Yaweh continued, “how do we end the war?” “I’ll return to my army and tell them . . . hmmmm.” “Exactly. Tell them what? That you are now willing to cooperate

with the Plan? That I no longer am? Though one thing I’ll do now.”

He turned to Zaphkiel. “You are now Chief of the Order of Thrones.

Return to the field and tell Michael to cease hostilities until further

notice. Also tell him to inform everyone that Abdiel is to be found.” “Yes,” said Zaphkiel, and left. “In any case,” said Yaweh, “we’re going to have to find a way to

cease hostilities permanently. And remember, I will not abandon the

Plan.”

Satan shrugged. “Are you willing to be honest about it?”

Yaweh furrowed his brow. “What does that mean?”

“It means, are you willing to explain to everyone what dangers

there are? How many may be destroyed, and try to convince them

that it is the right thing? If you’ll do that—”

“Father.”

Yaweh turned to him. “Yes?”

“It won’t work.”

“What do you mean?”

“In the minds of the hosts, those on both sides, you are committed to destroying Satan. Do you think you can announce that it was all a misunderstanding? You’ll be laughed out into the flux—both of you.”

Satan narrowed his eyes and studied him.

“What are you saying?” asked Yaweh.

“There must be a surrender. Complete and full. And an apology.”

“I don’t see why,” said Yaweh.

“Because you have claimed to be the father of us all—the creator of Heaven, practically omnipotent. He has opposed you. There must be an apology and then forgiveness, or our credibility is destroyed forever—and the Plan with it.”

Yaweh shook his head. “Wouldn’t it be just as bad if I claimed to forgive him?”

Yeshuah nodded. “Yes, Father. After all of this, you can’t forgive him. But I can.” He turned his head and looked fully at Satan. “I do,” he said.

Yaweh nodded slowly. “You’re right,” he said. He turned to Satan. “Will you do it?”

“Just what,” said Satan, “are you asking?”

“That you publicly say that you were wrong to oppose me. To call on those who trust you to serve me. To back up my claim to being supreme Lord of Heaven. To bow down to Yeshuah as King Anointed after me, the supreme being of Heaven. To—”

“Lie through my teeth? No!”

“What do you mean?”

Satan’s eyes blazed with green fire. “I’ll see myself thrown into the flux first!”

Yaweh’s eyes opened wide. “I don’t understand.”

“Every decision you have made, as far as I know, has been right. Every decision I have made, from what I can see, has been wrong. But there is one thing: I have never lied about who I was, what I was doing, or why I was doing it. You have done all of these.”

Yaweh started to speak, but Satan cut him off.

“I know why you did it now, and I understand. But I will not support you in these lies and half-truths. All I have left from this mayhem is that I know I was always honest and did the best I could. I will not throw that out.

“No! There has been too much. I will not admit to something I think is wrong. Had you gone before all the hosts and simply told them the truth instead of creating a false image of yourself as some sort of god, and creating this, this
thing
here as some sort of demigod, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Yaweh’s face twisted for a moment, but he got the better of his anger and said, “If you object to my claiming godship because it is a lie, my only choice is to make it truth. I have said that any who oppose my son will be cast out from Heaven. I will prove my godhood by doing so. Is that what you want?”

“No. But I prefer it to being part of a lie.”

Yaweh turned to Yeshuah. “You see, my son, why I said that pride is dangerous in a ruler.

A low growling sound came from Beelzebub. The Seraphim were suddenly alert. Satan held his hand out before Beelzebub as if to hold him back.

“You,” he told Yaweh, “have destroyed my home—or your over-zealous minions did. You have lied about me and forced me to kill an angel. Now you want me to be part of continuing a lie, and imply that I deserved all that happened to me. No. I will not. Now what?”

Yaweh was silent for a moment. Then, his face hard and cold, he said. “Zaphkiel brought you here with the understanding that you would be safe. I hold myself bound by this, though it was not my doing, because he was acting as I would have had him act. Therefore, you may leave in safety.”

Satan nodded. “For this, I thank you. Zaphkiel knows that we are gathering our host near Leviathan’s regency. I will await you there.”

He bowed his head and left, Beelzebub at his side.

When he had gone, Yaweh looked at Yeshuah. “For a moment,” he said, I had hope. . . .”

Yeshuah remained silent.

SIXTEEN

They come from a far country, from the end
of heaven, even the Lord, and the weapons of
his indignation, to destroy the whole land.

Howl; for the day of the Lord is at hand;
it shall come as a destruction from the Almighty.

—Isaiah, 13:5-6

Word spread quickly of what
had happened between Yaweh and Satan. One of the first to hear was Raphael.

She thought about confronting Yaweh, asking him just what he had in mind by driving Satan away, ready for war instead of prepared to reconcile, but she could have asked Satan the same thing.

She wasn’t surprised at what had happened between them, merely saddened. Nor was she angry at Abdiel. No doubt he had had reasons for what he did.

She found that she had no interest in the war, and very little in the Plan. If the Plan was used, she would be pleased. If it was not, she would be disappointed. But, to her, it had already cost far too much.

So, without being aware of a decision, she found herself leaving the Palace and the center, and heading away from it all.

It was a mere accident, if such is possible, that led her to walk west toward the sea, where Leviathan waited with the gathering army of Satan.

Lucifer looked up as Asmodai approached. “Well?”

“Well what? No word from the Palace, if that’s what you mean.”

“No. I mean the state of your forces.”

“We’re all here, and we’re all ready.”

“Morale?”

“Not very good, of course, but as good as we can hope for.”

“All right. Find Lilith for me.”

Asmodai left to do so, and returned with her shortly.

“We are ready,” she said.

“Good. How about stragglers from Satan’s host?”

“Maybe a thousand. Not more.”

“Lucifer?”

“A hundred at most. We were the farthest away when Michael attacked.”

“Yes. We’ve gotten eight or nine hundred so far. And we’re three days’ march from the shore, and Michael is a day behind us.”

“So,” said Asmodai, “you’re going to do as Satan said?”

“Yes,” said Lucifer.

“Why?”

“Asmodai, if you are trying to start an argument, I’ll have to disappoint you. I’m not going to say, ‘Because he told us to,’ so you can say, ‘So what?’ We’re going there, if for no other reason, because it makes sense. Right now our most powerful allies are Leviathan and Belial. Belial is more than fifteen days away, even marching quickly. Leviathan is three. She can’t come to us; therefore we go to her. Okay?”

Asmodai nodded.

“Lilith?”

“I never disagreed.”

“Good. Then we move—all together—in an hour. What else is there to discuss?”

“Should we try to find out what has happened to Satan?” asked Lilith.

“I think not,” said Lucifer. “We assume he is dead or captured, and if we’re wrong, all the better. I don’t want to waste any energy worrying about him. We go on as we can.”

“All right,” said Lilith. Asmodai nodded.

“Anything else?”

There wasn’t.

“Then let’s get busy,” said Lucifer.

“A message, Father?”

“Yes. From Michael. He says that they are ready for battle and are preparing to set out after Satan’s host. He also says that the enemy is moving west, so Satan was telling the truth.”

“What about numbers?”