Bible Jumper: Angel In Flight| Part 2 (Flash Fiction)

 

 

Obadiah: Created By Bing AI

Obadiah clutched the crying baby to his heart as he sprinted through Serenity Forest. The infant's screams echoed in his ears as he ran faster and faster, desperate to reach safety.

"Just a little further," he muttered to himself. His foot caught on a fallen tree, and the infant slipped out of his grasp. Panicked, Obadiah rushed to pick up the baby, checking for any injuries. Aside from a bit of dirt on its face, the child was unharmed. The angel let out a sigh of relief.

Obadiah heard one of the Reapers yell, "There they are!" He quickly snatched up the child and hurried towards their destination. As he ran past a towering Oak tree, he saw the face of the Archangel Michael etched into the bark, a symbol of protection. Obadiah ducked behind the tree with the child in his arms, gazing down at its peaceful face. The baby's bright eyes met his, oblivious to the turmoil its arrival had caused.

"I'll guide them in the opposite direction," Michael's voice resonated from within the tree.

Soon after, the noise of hurried feet and a bawling infant could be heard heading in the opposite direction.

Obadiah carefully peeped from around the tree. The plan worked. The Reapers were searching away from him.

"Go now," Michael instructed.

Obadiah sprinted towards the Jump site with all his might. Suddenly, a searing sensation shot through his back. An angel arrow had pierced him. Being half-human, he knew he only had ten minutes to seek medical treatment before bleeding out.

Fighting through the agony, Obadiah fell to his knees but clutched onto the infant in his arms. He was determined to protect the baby even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

Antioch loomed over Obadiah, a fierce look in his eyes. "I've got you now," he growled, reaching for the child in Obadiah's arms. "Give me the infant!"

Obadiah shifted his position to get a better view, only to realize that he was completely surrounded by Reapers. Their glowing red eyes and ashen forms didn't scare him; after all, they had been engaged in battle for centuries. He was aware of his ability to disintegrate them with a single thought, but his injuries made that option less feasible. Instead, he would have to use his cunning to outsmart them if he wanted to survive this encounter.

The Reapers inched forward, their menacing presence looming over him. He shifted his gaze towards the blindingly white door - the only escape route. "You'll have to pry this child from my dying grasp," Obadiah declared defiantly.

Antioch replied, "That's fine. I'll give you five minutes, if even that." With determination in his eyes, he declared, "I will take the child from you. But I must commend your honor in sacrificing yourself. After a thousand years, I have finally emerged victorious over you. And when you fall, I will ensure that the rest of the chosen ones meet the same fate.”

Obadiah struggled to catch his breath. "Your plan won't succeed. It's far from over." He held onto the baby even tighter.

“But it is,” Antioch said confidently. “I have the names. Death will come for them, starting with you and the child.”

Obadiah took a deep breath before asking, “How did you come by the names of the Chosen Ones?”

"Don’t tell him, nothing," Bolofar, the second in command retorted. "Let him die like the dog that he is. Let me finish him off."

Antioch knelt down next to Obadiah, his voice filled with pride as he spoke. “You see, we Reapers have evolved. We are not the mindless beings you perceive us to be,” he boasted, gesturing towards his ash form that briefly took on a human appearance before returning to its natural state. “Before I end your life, I want you to understand that I will eliminate anyone who stands in my path, starting with the abomination you hold in your arms.”

With what little energy he had left, Obadiah covered the child protectively with one of his wings.

"Finish him off and take the child," Antioch commanded.

The Reapers approached with menacing intent. Obadiah quickly shuffled backwards, pressing his back against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Bolofar sneered and lifted his sword, ready to strike him down. "I have been waiting for this moment.”

Bolofar barely finished speaking when a pair of gigantic, glowing hands emerged from the tree and snatched Obadiah. In an instant, both he and the child disappeared without a trace.

Antioch's voice echoed through the empty forest as he bellowed, "Obadiah! I will find you!"

Obadiah let out a groan, struggling to clear his blurred vision as he looked up at the figures looming over him. Among them were Moses, the man chosen by God to lead the Hebrews, standing alongside Aaron, Joshua, and Caleb.

"How many days was I out of it?" Obadiah asked weakly.

"You were unconscious for three nights," Moses replied. "We took turns watching over you."

"I am grateful," Obadiah said, attempting to sit up but falling back onto the straw mat, his body still weak.

"The Lord sent angels to heal your wounds," Joshua added. "You must rest."

Obadiah's mind was flooded with memories from the past seventy-two hours: the tragic deaths of his beloved brother-in-law and sister, and the near fatal attack on his young nephew by the Reapers. With each memory, his determination grew stronger. He demanded to know, "Where is my sister's child?”

Moses frowned, his thick, white eyebrows arched. "You were near death. Miriam looked after him until the angels came for him.

Moses and the others were aware of the Jumpers and their divine purpose. They had provided refuge when needed most.

Obadiah recalled the moment Bolofar raised his sword to strike, only to be thwarted by God's hands rescuing him and his nephew. The child should be here with him. Safe from Antioch and the Reapers in this sanctuary of time.

Obadiah struggled to rise. "I need to see the child with my own eyes. His parents were killed by Reapers—my sister was his mother. Before she died, she entrusted him to my care. I gave her my word I would protect him, even with my life."

"You speak rightly," Moses affirmed. 

"You have seen him?"

Moses nodded in agreement. "Miriam watched over him until the angels arrived  and took him away."

Obadiah gestured to Joshua. "Help me up. I must speak with Michael."

Bible Jumper: The Beginning| Birth of An Angel|Part 1 (Flash Fiction)

 

Obadiah: Created By Bing AI

 Baylor City, SC

“Keep pushing, Kristiel,” Alexander Felton urged his wife. The baby was coming two weeks earlier than expected while they were on the run from members of Satan's Army. These Reapers, as they were known, hunted and killed Nephilim - the offspring of Humans and Angels chosen by God to protect and guide the struggling Chosen Ones in their faith. Due to their sudden departure from New York, they were forced to find a safe location for the birth.

According to legend, the union between humans and angels was considered a horrific abomination, and God is said to have lifted the curse by creating special angels known as Nephilims. These beings serve as messengers for God and possess the ability to travel through time, allowing them to transport people back in time before and after his son's crucifixion.

They managed to find an abandoned house on the church ground in Baylor City, South Carolina. Alexander didn't know the first thing about delivering babies. Going to a hospital was out of the question, and there was no one to deliver the baby.

Kristiel fell back on the bed and gave a hard push. The birth was taking a lot out of her. Her face was glistening with sweat. She was moaning in pain.

As Kristiel let out a strangled cry, Alexander felt panic rising within him. He had never felt so helpless before. The walls of the abandoned house seemed to close in on him, and the distant howls of the Reapers only added to his sense of urgency.

But then, as if a sudden calm descended upon the room, Kristiel's expression shifted. Her eyes met Alexander's, and in that moment, he saw a strength and determination that took his breath away. "We can do this," she said, her voice steady despite the pain wracking her body.

Drawing on reserves of courage he never knew he had, Alexander knelt beside his wife and took her hand in his. Together, they faced the impending birth with a unity that transcended their fear and uncertainty. As Kristiel pushed with all her might, a sense of peace settled over them, as if they were being watched over by unseen forces.

And then, in a miraculous rush of joy and relief, their baby boy entered the world with a cry that pierced the tense atmosphere of the room. Alexander's heart swelled with love and awe as he beheld the tiny, squirming new life in Kristiel's arms. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gently touched the soft skin of his newborn son.

Kristiel held their baby close, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she gazed at the miracle they had created together. The baby had a tuft of dark hair and delicate features that already bore a striking resemblance to both parents. A sense of wonder washed over the couple as they marveled at the new addition to their family.

He carefully flipped the baby over and gently tapped his bottom. Joshuel's cries pierced the air, just as he had seen in those childbirth videos. After cutting and clamping the umbilical cord, he placed the newborn on the warm blanket next to Kristiel. He couldn't help but notice a radiant aura surrounding the little one's body.

Kristiel turned Joshuel over onto his stomach. She looked at the small pouch in the middle of his back, where his wings will develop. God will determine when they will be assigned. He was perfect. She flipped him back onto his back. A moment later, the light around his face became more intense. The room began to shake.

Fear coursed through Alexander's veins as he quickly moved to the opposite side of the room. He looked over at Kristiel, who seemed unfazed by the sudden movement.

“The Angels in heaven are celebrating Joshuel's arrival.” Kristiel said.

The room became quiet again. She picked up the baby and held him close to her chest. She looked over at Alexander. He was still in cowered in the corner. He looked nervous.

Alexander slowly came to his feet. “We have to get moving. We can't stay here.”

“We have time," Kristiel said, looking down in the face of their son. “Don't you want to hold your son?”

“Of course, I do,” Alexander said. Stepping forward with a huge smile on his face. “I don't want to break him.”

As they basked in the joy of their son’s arrival, a sudden noise outside shattered the tranquility of the moment. The unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching on leaves drew closer to the abandoned house, sending a jolt of fear through Alexander and Kristiel.

Without exchanging a word, they knew what they had to do. With practiced efficiency, Alexander cautiously moved to the window and peered outside. Through the overgrown branches, he spotted a group of dark figures making their way towards the house. The Reapers had found them.

"We have to go now," Alexander whispered urgently, his heart pounding in his chest. Kristiel nodded, her gaze never leaving their newborn son cradled in her arms. With swift movements, they gathered what little belongings they had and prepared to flee into the night.

As they made their way to the back door, a sudden crash echoed through the room as the front door burst open, revealing the hooded figures of the Reapers. Without hesitation, Alexander grabbed Kristiel's hand and led her out into the darkness, their baby boy held close to her chest.

They ran through the dense forest, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they dodged trees and bushes in their path. The Reapers were relentless in their pursuit, their unearthly speed gaining on the desperate family.

Alexander came to a halt and abruptly pivoted towards Kristiel. “You and the baby go,” he urged, determination flashing in his eyes. "I'll hold them off.”

Kristiel's eyes widened in fear and determination as she clutched their newborn son tighter against her chest. She could see the resolve in Alexander's eyes, a silent promise to protect them at all costs. "No, we stay together," she insisted, her voice firm despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

But Alexander shook his head, a grim expression on his face. “I won't let them harm you or Joshuel. Go, I'll buy you time.” Without waiting for her response, he turned and faced the approaching Reapers. He quickly searched for a sturdy object to use as a weapon in defense.

With tears streaming down her face, Kristiel pressed a kiss to Alexander's cheek before whispering a fervent prayer for his safety. Then, with a final look of love and gratitude, she turned and ran into the depths of the forest, the echoes of her footsteps mingling with the sounds of the ongoing struggle behind her.

As Alexander sprinted in the opposite direction, a fiery hand of red ash suddenly emerged from the ground and snatched hold of his thin, slender legs. He crumpled to the ground, wailing in agony. In an instant, a gaping hole appeared beneath him and he was forcefully pulled halfway inside. Despite his desperate attempts to resist, the Reapers were too strong for him. Soon, Alexander was buried up to his neck in dirt, desperately clawing and scratching at the suffocating mound. But it was a futile effort; he was completely overpowered by the Reaper's grasp.

Suddenly, silence enveloped everything. It was an unsettling kind of quiet, reminiscent of the stillness before a storm. He glanced around, trying to make sense of it all. Then, he looked up at the sky and saw a dark cloud gathering over the forest. Thunder rumbled in the distance and bolts of lightning lit up the sky. A powerful gust of cold wind followed, bringing with it a thick fog that made it impossible to see just inches in front of him. Alexander struggled even more, his only thought hoping his wife and son were safe.

Alexander was frightened. He knew that he would not escape but no matter the outcome, their son, Joshuel must live. He and Kristiel were prepared for what may happened. His only regret is that he would not live to see his son grow up. But his life destiny was set in motion. It was the only thing that mattered.

He lifted his gaze towards the sky and began to pray. “Dear Lord, you have blessed me with this family for a reason. I have fulfilled all of your requests. My son, Joshuel, is extraordinary and has a purpose in life.” His thoughts were scattered as he continued, “Please keep him safe under your protective care.”

As Alexander finished reciting the prayer, the wind suddenly died down and the fog dispersed. The ground next to him cracked open, revealing a towering twenty-foot-tall demon figure made of ash known as Antioch. Its piercing red eyes glowed from beneath a black cloak as it emerged from the hole, one leg at a time. In its hand was a massive sword, dwarfing Alexander in comparison. It regarded him with disdain, as if he were nothing more than a blade of grass.

Alexander cast a pleading look towards the sky. "Please, God, intervene.”

The demon’s gaze fixated on him, his words dripping with malice. “What can he possibly do? I am Antioch. I will end your life, Kristiel, and then your son's.” With a swift motion, he swung his sword and removed Alexander's head from his body in one clean strike. The severed head was tossed into the depths of the well.