Shannon stood still. Very, very still.

For before her was the Light Bearer. The first Light Bearer.

The former Angel of Light, the son of the morning was there.

He was the most handsome, the most beautiful person she ever saw. From his image there was light, and his wings were bigger and brighter than hers was.

Lucifer Morningstar. The most powerful being there ever was save his Creator. And also the most evil.

Though she was now the Angel of Life and Death, she had no chance of fighting him with her powers alone. She needed Jesus. The Saviour.

Apparently she wasn't noticed, or so she thought until suddenly the Devil turned to smile at her.

"Hello, little angel. I smell the reek of life and the fragrance of death about you...I believe you are mine now."

"NO!" Shannon screamed. "I am a daughter of the King of Glory!"

"You mean the Prince of Darkness. Me." The Adversary grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "The Father, Son, and Spirit have forgotten you. Even now, you shall be claimed by one of my servants...Enjoy, pretty Shannon..." He dematerialised, and in his place appeared, from out of nowhere, a tall and well-built man appeared.

He was covered in a black-plated armour that Shannon somehow knew was of Daemonic origin. Evil runes of diabolic power shone all over his body. The man held in his right hand, the Sword of Hellfire, and the left the Sword of Brimstone.

"Dar-" Shannon gasped, but she was cut off by him.

"Lyrad now, my girl." He smirked. "Who better to wed and claim the Angel of Life and Death than the Swordsman of Hellfire and Brimstone, the Daemon Prince Lyrad?!"

A cold voice rang out "Me."

"I claim her in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, and I shall wed her."

She turned, and she saw a guy with spiked hair, and he donned a suit of red armour covered in blood. But the blood was no ordinary blood. It was the cleansing Blood of the Sinless Lamb.

In his right hand he held a reddish-black sword and the left a blackish-red sword.

"Who...who are you?" Lyrad stuttered.

"I am the Lord's Rascal. I am a servant of God, the wielder of the Swords of Blood and Fire, brother of Joshua, the Lord of Time, by our parents' second marriage." His voice rang out, and immediately she knew who he was.

"No..." She whispered, for this would end in blood one way or another.

There was stillness for a moment. Then they charged, and all hell broke loose.

Shannon screamed, and this time she opened her eyes to meet the ceiling. Breathing hard, she sat up in her bed, and looked out the window. It was raining hard, and she decided that it was the storm that gave her the nightmare, and she went on to sleep.

***********

Hello all!

What you just read is an excerpt from the series "The Restorers". Hahah...nope, my comp is STILL offline. And I'm using my sista's lappie right now.

Its a cool Sunday evening, and this day is going to be the day of days.

I just did something a dear friend would describe as very "brave, courageous, wise but stupid".

And yet, I feel free. Free from everything. And throughout the tumult of the storm, I can feel God's hands surround me and hold me throughout this time of destruction.

God is good. Amen.

However, there's going to be a lot of work to be done. I've got to clean up the ruins from the A-bomb I just dropped. I've got a lot of schoolwork to be done. I've got GOd's work to do.

But I have no fear doing all those. Why?

Because now, I am truly free.

josh fatesealer turned back time on 6/19/2004 11:20:00 pm.