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Augur of Armageddon
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-037-X
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Genre: Science Fiction
eBook Length: 200 Pages
Published: March 2003
OUT OF PRINT

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"The admonitions were all around; theologians beseeched humanity to bring themselves to God, the Scriptures enlightened us of the Second Coming, oracles and seers foretold of the inevitable. The end, indeed. Armageddon or the Apocalypse as some would call it. Revelations had descended from Heaven with a vengeance. Humanity stood in dismay as God showered the world with tribulation.

We've all read the tales of the Apocalypse, but Augur provides a twist that will take one woman and you into the belly of hell only to rise again in preparations for the next 1,000 years."



Augur of Armageddon (Excerpt)


Augur of Armageddon
By
L.J. Blount

1


In the end, God shattered that which He created.

The end of the world came in an upheaval. It was not permanent, but it was brutal. Many called it Armageddon. Others called it the Apocalypse. I simply called it birth. I lived through it, as did many, but I traveled a road quite different from them. With the end came the dawning of a new millennium seven years past. The end arrived, but not as the Scriptures foretold. There were similarities in the things that occurred. There were also many things that were not. However, I cannot speak for everyone, as I traveled a road much darker than most.

I don?t think anyone expected it to happen as the Bible prophesied. Most probably didn?t believe it would happen at all. I mean really. It was like living between the pages of a book. The author, God, determined the end. Yet, the characters between these pages live on in an unfathomable reality. The things that did happen, who would have imagined? The method of His ire was close to the things I read, but not quite so?and the time? Well, lets just say He who created time does not go by the same watch as we do.

The rebirth began on an auspicious day. It was a time of joy for most of humankind. The faithful and the not so faithful were together under the same roof. The time, of course, was Christmas, in the year 2007, 12:01 AM. The world looked forward to this day in unison, but was the day that released Hell onto all of us. It wasn?t 12:01 AM, Christmas morning all over the world. For me it was 3:01 PM MST, Christmas Eve.

It all began, or ended if you prefer, that Christmas morning. Tens of thousands attend church to praise their Father’s only Son. The day we celebrated the birth of Christ became a day to damn his birth. We would all after the events of the next seven days.

I was at home alone, as I am now. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace, a cup of hot apple cider on the kitchen counter, and the gentle touch of snowflakes caressing my kitchen window. The smell of Christmas filled my home. The fresh pine from my well-ornamented Douglas fir mixed with a touch of cinnamon and apple filling the air. I spent the afternoon humming Christmas carols, and baking traditional Christmas cookies. The cookies were for the early Christmas Eve party at the school. I loved this time of the year, and the joy the season brought to the kids. The anticipation in their faces and the Christmas show we put on were so much fun. The children were dressed up like reindeer, singing their little hearts out. Their parents beamed with pride as flash after flash flooded the auditorium. Those memories still warm my heart.

It was a beautiful Christmas Eve. The light dusting of snow covered the brown grass and bare patches of dirt in my backyard. Icicles hung from the awning. The mountains hid behind a sheet of crystal fog. The pure white pleasantry of snow drifted in silence to the ground below. So tranquil, it was. I was in the dining room peering through the picture window, enjoying the visions Mother Nature was bestowing?when suddenly it began.

The ground shook with a vengeance rolling beneath my feet. The glass of the picture window flexed in, then out. I backed away, each step placed firmly on the ground before the next. As the ground rippled I lost my balance and fell. Fear raced through me, and I froze. Looking into the kitchen I saw a mixing bowl rattle from the counter and disintegrate as it hit the floor. I crawled backward situating myself beneath the dining room table.

The rumbling intensified. The floor beneath my hands and knees rose, and lowered. I heard the crackling of glass; the picture window shattered sending pieces of glass cascading down like a waterfall. Shards danced across the top of the dining table. Other pieces bounced on the carpet in front of me. I ducked, placing my arms over my head, my hands on the back of my neck.

I screamed. My voice was drowned out by the sound of glass, wood splintering then?CRASH! The table buckled overhead. I jumped?a startled reflex. I heard the table labor under the weight of whatever struck it from above. I crouched back down even lower. Slowly the ground settled, trembling slightly. Still, I could hear the sturdy oak legs crack beneath the weight.

Then it stopped, and an unearthly silence overcame me. After a moment screams and cries of my neighbors rained down on me. I remained huddled under the table, my face buried in carpet. As I uncoiled I felt the cold creep over my arms, then over the rest of me. I looked forward. It was then I realized I was outside; or the outside had welcomed itself inside. I looked toward the kitchen, and lying on a pile of sheetrock and carpet was my bed. It dawned on me then that the table I was huddled under was supporting the weight of the second floor. I scuttled forward as the table splintered. The legs finally buckled, shooting slivers of wood in all directions.

My home lay atop itself in ruins. The entire second floor had fallen on top of the first. Water from pipes created fountains of ice rain. The walls that once separated me from the outside world crumbled to the ground. The cold air gripped me as the adrenaline in my veins slowed and fear returned.

The aftershocks continued. Massive earthquakes shook the foundation of the planet. The earth split, separating continents, shifting the plates of the earth. Islands crumbled under the force. Like ripples through a pond the ground buckled. Utility lines were severed, dams crumbled, buildings fell, and fires ignited everywhere. The entire make-up of the earth changed as the earth became desolate. Yet, God’s children lived on. That was the first day.

The days that followed brought similar destruction, as if the first day’s occurrences were not enough. I heard the news as it blasted through the neighborhood. Life stirred ever so wearily, but life still. Not me; I curled up in the cold, shivering and listening in horror as the New World unfolded over the radio and the cries of the forsaken. The airwaves carried tales of millions dead in the quakes that rocked the earth and led devastation. The waters didn?t affect my world, but the swelling of the waterways brought flooding to nearby communities. Fires, however, raged from broken gas lines throughout my neighborhood, sending pillars of Hell's fury into the air like a fist pushing up against Heaven.

Then the oceans raged from their slumber sending tremendous waves over the lands that impeded their progress. Great tsunamis engulfed coastal lands and the remaining islands of the world were buried in its wake. Water, nature’s force, furthered the separation of land. That was the second day.

Next, the skies became void of color. The deep blue canopy became gray, yet there were no clouds. Celestial bodies were hidden from view: the sun, moon, and stars. That was the third day.

Then the wrath of God returned as the molten lava beneath the crust of the earth spewed into the air as if the earth was vomiting its innards. Lava scorched the land and the people who could not escape its path. Dark ash covered all the land and the oceans. Vegetation died and no longer did the soil bear life. That was the fourth day.

It was no longer cold. Winter died with the rest of the world, submerged in an ungodly heat. The fires that engulfed the surrounding area and the dense canopy insulated the heat. I came out of my shell, feeling a need to fend for my survival. Still, though, I listened to the airwaves that blasted night and day. I felt unsure of what was happening, Armageddon or otherwise. Still my days were getting shorter and death was coming closer with each passing moment.

Whatever was happening it showed no signs of letting go. The skies brimmed with ash and debris; the Heavens were concealed by the wrath of God. The earth glowed in frightful amber as the canopy of the earth reflected the fires that burned. That was the fifth day.

Next, all creatures, aside from man, fell dead and their flesh rotted. Corpses littered the earth and let off a horrible smell. The oceans were dying, as well. All that lived were the unfortunate ones, as the wrath of God spread across the earth. That was the sixth day.

On the last day total darkness fell. The echoes of the dying and the cries of the frightened kept the world from becoming still. The earth, and all that remained of humanity, stood solemn. That was the seventh day.

On the eighth day, January 1, 2008, the darkness lifted, though there was not day and night like before. Nevertheless, what I thought to be daytime brought enough light so that I could see what surrounded me. The night, again, was black except for the light brought on by the fires. This was home.