Free The Last Hunter - Lament (Book 4 of the Antarktos Saga) by Jeremy Robinson

general and forty thousand men marched on Jericho...a Nephilim city. They marched around the city once a day for six days while seven priests blew into these shofars. On the seventh day, they marched around the city seven times, all the while blowing their horns. Then when the people shouted, the walls of Jericho fell.”
    “The walls of Jericho,” Hades says thoughtfully. He closes his eyes, drifting. “The walls...”
    “You were there,” I say. “Weren’t you?”
    “The walls that fell at Jericho were more than mere physical walls. The shofar’s blast shook the city walls, but they decimated the walls protecting the blackened hearts of the Nephilim. Some power in the sound strips the darkness away and exposes us to the truth of what we are, how we live and who we fight against. The pain is unbearable to a Nephilim. Four thousand Nephilim warriors were slaughtered that day. More than enough to kill forty thousand men.”
    He’s right about that. A ten to one ratio isn’t a challenge for a Nephilim warrior especially when the Israelites were armed with Bronze Age swords.
    “But when Joshua’s army stormed the walls and entered the city, they found four thousand warriors bowed down and weeping. Weeping ! Not one of them fought back when the swords pierced their heads. They craved death. All were slain.”
    “Except for you,” I note.
    “On the sixth day, I defiantly stood atop the wall when the horns sounded. I was the first to feel the shofar’s effect. When night came, I fled, and in the morning, I watched the stronghold’s destruction from a distance. But it was the shofar’s lasting effect that prepared my heart for Tartarus and the mercy granted there. If not for the shofar, I would have returned to the world with a dark heart, like the others. And if not for the shofar, I would not have returned at all.
    “There were seven in the beginning. But they were sought out and destroyed one by one. I volunteered to lead the seventh and final raid. When the shofar was found, I slew my brothers, hid the weapon in the depths and claimed failure. Ambush. Then, as now, I bathed in the blood of my brothers and my intentions were never questioned. And here I have remained. Until now.”
    He steps past me, heading for the door to the front room. I follow him, floating over the spilled blood, but my energy quickly wanes and my altitude drops.
    “Hades,” I say, fearing I will fall into the blood and die.
    He looks back at me from the doorway where he stands over clean floor. “You have a strength within you that has been granted to fewer men than I have fingers. You can make it on your own.”
    Just two feet from the floor, I grit my teeth and push. I’m carried faster, but my vision fades in response. I’m not going to make it! A wellspring of fear pumps adrenaline into my body. My vision fades and for a moment, a jolt of energy carries me up and away. I’m crossing the distance now, but not in a protective bubble of air. I’ve simply managed to shoot myself as though from a cannon and now I’m sailing, limp, across the chamber.
    My eyes close. I feel myself falling again. I think I should brace for impact, but have no strength to do so.
    Just when I think I’m going to strike the floor, I’m caught.
    Hades.
    A grin slips onto my face as he places me on the ground.
    “What makes you smile, boy?” the giant asks.
    “You passed my test, too.”
    “What test?”
    “You didn’t let me die.”
    “Nor will I,” he says. “Watch for Cerberus in the days to come. He will protect you if need be.”
    Cerberus ? I think, but don’t ask. I feel the hard stone floor beneath me now. “You’re leaving?” I ask, drifting off to sleep.
    “I will prepare the way for you,” he says. “Ave atque vale, Solomon.”
    I hear the large door open, and then close. Hades has left. The last of my energy wanes and I drift off to sleep, surrounded by blood, bodies, skulls and hope.
     

 
     
     
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