Jezebel, a Sidonian princess, is feared and worshipped for her ruthless ways. When she marries King Ahab, she sees an opportunity to control him and his kingdom. But as war breaks out between Sidonian gods and angels, Jezebel's true intentions are r...
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Israel, 11 years later
Molech saw the light, a streak of bright blue slicing the night sky as it raced from the heavens down to earth. He didn't bother waiting to be approached. Israel was one of his many principalities after all, nothing would walk the land without his knowledge. With his sight fixed ahead, Molech vanished from the large dried up tree on which he was perched.
It took two teleports to appear at the spot. A patch of what should be green shrubs was charred black and the air cracked with a presence that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
Loosening his shoulders, Molech glanced about. The night was still young and the elements had nothing to do with the strange way the air pulsed.
"Why don't you show yourself?" Molech asked in a cheerful tone. "I promise not to attack."
"Attack?" A soft giggle rose from his right.
He turned just in time to see a form materialise from the darkness. She was a spirit; her glowing blue skin gave that away. And from the appearance of her long bedecked horns, Molech could tell she was a very strong one. When she smiled, the movement caused her slick blue lips to lift, and her cat-like amber eyes wrinkled at the corners. The action gave her such a genuine happy look that forced a frown on Molech's brow.
"No one comes to my territory-"
"Usurped territory, you mean?" She raised a dark blue brow, her easy smile still in place. When she folded her arms and inclined her head to the right, the trinkets on her horns jingled. "Why don't you go ahead and do something about my presence in your territory?"
Molech was no fool. The blinking tattoo on her forehead made it clear she was on assignment. To get in her way was to invite trouble he wasn't willing to explore. "So, I AM sent you? What about, if I may ask?"
She stared at him, smile disappearing and face going blank. "I know you, Molech. It is against your nature to not meddle. But please, by all means... meddle."
She floated off the ground, black cloak shifting with her form. The garment moved like smoke as she folded her legs in a meditative pose.
"Since you are curious to know what I am up about..." she smiled again, midnight blue hair beginning to whip about behind her as a forceful spiritual breeze snatched at the long tresses. "... watch."
Anger at her disregard rose in Molech, but he let it slip like sand between his fingers. Anger was useless. All these years, he had ruled over the principality of Israel without interference. Even the angels did not bother him. It would be foolish to let a fleeting emotion cause him to stumble. So Molech stood aside and watched.
Her movements were smooth and graceful. Raising both hands, she gazed ahead. Identical blue orbs of light appeared over her open palms. They bobbed in place for a moment then shot into the sky. With a single flick of her wrist, the lights multiplied. Molech did a quick count. Four hundred.
