Free Conquest: Rise of the Fifth Horseman (The Fifth Horseman Series Book 1) by Richard M. Mulder Page A

that, she turned
and left the room. The door closed and bolted once again with an audible click.

 
    Chapter Sixteen: Attempted Divination
    And
the Watchers saw these fair and beautiful daughters of Eve and desired them. 
And they said to one another: Come, let us choose for ourselves wives, from the
children of men, and let us beget, for ourselves, children…
    –
Methuselah 9:2 –
     

     
    Late that evening Timur
sat at the Master Terminal in his penthouse. Pulling up his own profile, he
shaved off another five years from his date of birth.
    Time for another
facelift.
    Every few years he
updated his profile to avoid suspicion. He chuckled to himself knowing that if
anyone learned that his actual birth year was 1336 A.D. they wouldn’t believe
it. It wouldn’t be long before he reached his 700 th birthday, though
he didn’t look a year older than thirty.
    Prior to Allan’s
Awakening, he was led to the false presumption that he was the last of the Seraphim.
The fact that Allan had recently Awakened was causing him a serious amount of
anxiety. Months prior to his encounter this morning with Allan he could feel
his powers weakening and he couldn’t figure out why.
    I have to kill him.
    The sun fell below the
horizon as the lights of the city began to illuminate. Timur sat on his porch
and held a seer stone in each palm and stared at them intently. He summoned the
aura from his core and expected some type of reaction or vision. To his dismay
however, no such event occurred. The stones
still lay there unfazed.
    He then tried holding
them up to his eyes and tried to peer through them as if they were a pair of
binoculars. He still didn’t see anything significant.
    I wish these things had
come with instructions.
    As the night dragged
on, Timur continued to fail every attempt at divination through the so-called ‘seer
stones’ he had obtained. He even went so far as to draw a pentagram on the
ground with chalk and stood in the center of it while holding the stones high
in the air as if he were summoning spirits from the underworld to guide him in
his quest. Despite all of his efforts, he couldn’t help but feel utterly
ridiculous. It seemed as though he were trying to make conversation with a
couple of shiny rocks.
    It was approaching
midnight when he finally got impatient and began knocking the stones violently
together as if he were attempting to ignite a spark from flint and steel. And
then, one of the stones unexpectedly shattered. He let out a roar of inhuman
rage, and chucked the remains of the stones off of his penthouse balcony and
into the night air.

    In the early hours of
the following morning, Timur took the elevator down to the subterranean parking
garage. While dreaming, he had stumbled across the solution to his problem.
Instead of trying to find Allan’s Amulet, he would make Allan bring it to him.
    Having summoned the
Creed of Nephilim, he passed through a shadow to meet them. He was greeted by
nearly fifty hooded men who bowed as he entered the main chamber.
    “Your holiness.” they
all chanted in unison.
    “Thank you for
assembling on such short notice.” he passed a can of black spray-paint and a
small note to one of the creed members, “Please write this message on the wall.”
    The creed member bowed
and obeyed his instructions.
    He turned to another, “Bring
in our prisoner.”
    A few minutes later,
screams could be heard as several creed members carried Lily’s thrashing body
into the room.
    “Silence her.” Timur
commanded.
    One of the creed
members took a small slab of wood and throttled her on the back of the head.
Her body fell limp, unconscious.
    “Lay her on the altar,
and gather around.”
    The creed member who
had been spray-painting the message quickly finished and joined the circle of
brotherhood around the altar. Together they all began chanting in a foreign
tongue. He joined hands with them and summoned the powers from his core. Timur
pulled out his sack of ashes, and