Chapters 1-6: PDF Version - The King of Spades

The King of Spades: Dream Or Reality
"Of your two judgments I presage this: That the first you will overlook because of
the preordination of an old mutual friend, and the second you will overturn because
of the reasons of the reasoned." Locan said.
Aryel raised his eyebrows and nodded in surprise. "A servant of chaos seeking the
discourses of order? You speak in a tongue famed only by the Judges of the Old
Testament. That is very interesting. But I will play along in your game, but only
because that we are under the laws of God, which govern fairness. Now speak. What
is your case?"
Locan: "Reasons of the reasoned, because I killed her in self defense. She was about
to say the four words of banishment and I had to… Stop her."
Aryel's wings drooped, and for a second he was going to lose his balance. Quickly his
memory recalled the moment where he was concentrating on Enoch. He caught by
the side of his eye Diana trying to get up after her crash and moments after Locan
got up and started walking away. He had said something. Whispering. He had said...
"Figures. You're not going to listen. That's ok then, I'll go find him myself. Heh. I
guess if he doesn't listen I'm screwed." The demon was right. He never intended to
kill Diana. Aryel looked up at Locan, his eyes were watery, all of his being demanded
to know what the hell was going on.
"Go on." Aryel said. His voice half crackling.
"Preordination of an old mutual friend." Locan said, and he raised his head towards
Aryel, and looked around him. Countless of thousands of angels were watching.
Listening. A cloud of confusion filled the atmosphere.
He reached towards his sunglasses, and slowly lowered them. An instinct inside Aryel
gave him the instant flash of the evil glow from Locan's right eye when Diana started
shooting her arrows at him. Aryel screamed: "STOP!" and raised his hand towards
Locan, but another instinct kicked in, this one more powerful, and made him pause.
No, it made him freeze.
Locan opened his eyes.
Aryel's whole body trembled. "No... That’s... IMPOSSIBLE!! It's..." Aryel choked.
The thirty six thousand angels gasped. And they all bowed.
For out of Locan's right eye, a light sparkled, shone to every corner in the sky. And
proclaimed to all the most ancient thing that was in fact, the opposite of all evil.
For inscribed deep into his eye was none other... Than the divine name of God.
Which none may pronounce. And all has forgotten.
Aryel bowed.
Locan put the glasses back on. The angels straightened up. Aryel motioned for them
to leave. The skies opened and the host ascended.
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