(Wrath-09)-Spiders From The Shadows (2013) Read Free

clouds passing over the trees and open fields, estimating the ceiling at just a couple of hundred feet. The dark clouds rushed past him, billowing layers that were driven eastward by a powerful force.
    He watched a moment, then stepped down from the porch and walked across the grass, his head up, his eyes on the rushing skies. The gentle rain wet his face, but he didn’t notice, and he never wiped his face. As he gazed up at the heavens, he sensed an unseen power. Something up there, moving, alive and full of evil energy—watching, listening, looking, waiting. Yes, that was it. Something waiting. Just like he was. Just like they all were. He was up there waiting, watching and hoping. The dark spirits surrounded him and filled his ears with their constant cries, their boiling agitation driving them to a froth.
    Bono kept looking up, his heart beating rapidly. As he sensed the presence of the evil, a sudden realization rested upon him: Lucifer hated the thought of passing time. Far more than the mortals, Lucifer felt old, used, tired, wrinkled, bent and hopeless for he knew his time would pass ! There was no hope in Lucifer’s future, nothing to look forward to at all. So Lucifer didn’t want the final battle to ever end. He feared it and dreaded it. He knew he would lose, and when he did, the outcome would lead to his destruction. He would be cast out, expelled from the empire he had worked so hard to lead, thrust out from the kingdom he had built upon this earth.
    The Last Days were just the beginning for the righteous, but they were the final days for Lucifer.
    As Bono thought, the rain and mist gathered deeper all around. He took one last look at the skies, then slowly bowed his head.
    He didn’t hear her slip out of the house or walk across the wooden porch, the padding of her bare feet lost in the sound of the blowing wind. She stood quietly watching him, the rain dribbling from the roof before her face.
    And though he didn’t see her leaning against the white pillar on the porch behind him, he sensed her spirit and knew that she was near.
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    Caelyn watched him a long moment. He was so handsome. So strong, sure of himself, gentle and concerned. He wasn’t perfect, not by any means—his smile was a bit crooked, he was far too arrogant, and she hated the way he wore his hair, more like a Bedouin warrior than a U.S. Army Special Forces officer—but she saw none of the imperfections as she looked upon him now. She had never loved him more. No man had ever made her feel the way he did. From the first time she had seen him—and she remembered that sunny afternoon back on the campus at UCLA very well—she had never even considered another man. That night, for some reason she didn’t understand, she had closed her eyes to pray, and the voice that had come to her was as real as the yellow square of moonlight that had spread across her bed. “ You will marry him ,” the voice had said.ared at Sagap
    She had opened her eyes and looked up at the darkness. “I will what ?!” she had demanded.
    “ The life you will share together will be difficult, but I will also make it sweet .”
    Looking back, she realized that time had proven the premonition true.
    Caelyn shivered and drew her arms around her chest. Bono turned and looked at her, then extended his hand. She left the porch, her feet getting soaked as she walked across the wet grass. She lifted his arm, twirled underneath it, turned her back to him, and leaned against his chest. Together they studied the weeping sky, their faces growing wet.
    Bono pressed his nose against her neck, the fragrance of her hair lifting in the wind. “I love you, Caelyn,” he whispered to her.
    She leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
    “I love you more than anything.” His voice was hardly more than a whisper.
    She smiled, but there was a sadness in her posture that her husband couldn’t see. She tilted her head against his chin. “You love me, babe. I