The Rise of the Fallen (The Angelic Wars Book 2) by J.J. Thompson Page A
Authors: J.J. Thompson
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Chef
heading down the hall and Natalie entering her room. Chris crossed
the hall, hesitated a moment and then entered his new rooms.
Chapter
8
Chris' rooms were actually
a suite. An amazing sitting room greeted him as he entered, with a
brown leather couch on the wall to his left and a beautiful fireplace
built of cream-colored brick on the right. The floor was covered with
an striking oriental rug, bright patterns and whirls glowing with
greens and blues. The air smelled of pine-scented cleaner which Chris
loved and he took a deep breath and felt himself relaxing one muscle
at a time.
There were short tables of
heavy oak at both ends of the couch and on the closest table was a
silver tea service and a covered plate that turned out to be filled
with different pastries. Chris swallowed convulsively as he saw the
apple and blueberry turnovers and reluctantly decided to wait to eat
until he had explored the rest of the suite.
There were three arches
leading out of the sitting room. To the left, Chris discovered a
marvelous bathroom, with light marble floors and a huge, cast-iron
tub that looked very inviting. I'll get back to you, he promised it.
The right-side arch led to
an office, with walls lined with shelves that were stuffed with
hundreds of books. A small oak desk and a leather chair stood in
front of a full-length window. Through the window, Chris saw gardens
and walkways stretching out into the distance. Everything was neat
and clean and he saw several groups of tourists enjoying the bright
summer day. He had to smile at the peaceful scene. He was beginning
to like Valiant.
You're staying in a
frigging castle, man, he thought and fought the urge to pinch
himself.
He went back into the
sitting room and went through the last arch that led through the back
of the room.
The bedroom in the back of
the suite was massive. Do they make anything small in this place? He
looked at the four-poster bed that was covered with a thick red and
white quilt. There was a heavy bureau and a chest of drawers that
were full of clothes. Chris checked the sizes. Yup, he thought. All
my size. How do they do that? He shrugged and moved on.
The pine-covered walls
gleamed cleanly and had several paintings hanging from them. The
scenes were simple slices of British life; children playing tag in a
farmyard, a lady wearing a flowing gown walking down a country lane
carrying an umbrella and two men riding horses. It was very tranquil.
Chris sat down on the bed
with a loud sigh. The quilt was soft and warm. It had been a crazy
few days. Between the fight in the shrine with Lilith, the
devastation of the Nest and the showdown with Askalon, he wasn't
quite sure how he was still able to think, let alone walk. Well, the
judge and Chef had told him to get some sleep, so that was what he
was going to do. But first he was going to fill that amazing bathtub
while he tucked into those pastries. He actually liked tea
occasionally and thought a few cups would be soothing.
He stood up slowly,
hearing his joints creak, and headed for the bathroom.
Chris fell asleep right
after his bath, his head barely hitting the pillow. At some point as
he wandered through restless dreams, he found himself back in the
plane confronting Askalon.
The man looked the same,
except that his eyes weren't flat black this time. Instead they
glowed with a hellish red light. He laughed as he pointed at Chris.
“ I know you now,
human host of Sariel. If I kill you, our conquest of the Earth will
be quick and easy. Prepare to die!”
And the red eyes became
bigger and bigger. And then they burst with a horrible moist pop and
wriggling bunches of tentacles pushed out from the sockets, growing
and grasping for Chris, who stood frozen with fear. The plane began
to shiver and shake and an incessant pounding echoed through the
small space; the sound of something trying to get in.
Chris sat up with a gasp
and looked around wildly. For a moment he didn't recognize his
surroundings. A
heading down the hall and Natalie entering her room. Chris crossed
the hall, hesitated a moment and then entered his new rooms.
Chapter
8
Chris' rooms were actually
a suite. An amazing sitting room greeted him as he entered, with a
brown leather couch on the wall to his left and a beautiful fireplace
built of cream-colored brick on the right. The floor was covered with
an striking oriental rug, bright patterns and whirls glowing with
greens and blues. The air smelled of pine-scented cleaner which Chris
loved and he took a deep breath and felt himself relaxing one muscle
at a time.
There were short tables of
heavy oak at both ends of the couch and on the closest table was a
silver tea service and a covered plate that turned out to be filled
with different pastries. Chris swallowed convulsively as he saw the
apple and blueberry turnovers and reluctantly decided to wait to eat
until he had explored the rest of the suite.
There were three arches
leading out of the sitting room. To the left, Chris discovered a
marvelous bathroom, with light marble floors and a huge, cast-iron
tub that looked very inviting. I'll get back to you, he promised it.
The right-side arch led to
an office, with walls lined with shelves that were stuffed with
hundreds of books. A small oak desk and a leather chair stood in
front of a full-length window. Through the window, Chris saw gardens
and walkways stretching out into the distance. Everything was neat
and clean and he saw several groups of tourists enjoying the bright
summer day. He had to smile at the peaceful scene. He was beginning
to like Valiant.
You're staying in a
frigging castle, man, he thought and fought the urge to pinch
himself.
He went back into the
sitting room and went through the last arch that led through the back
of the room.
The bedroom in the back of
the suite was massive. Do they make anything small in this place? He
looked at the four-poster bed that was covered with a thick red and
white quilt. There was a heavy bureau and a chest of drawers that
were full of clothes. Chris checked the sizes. Yup, he thought. All
my size. How do they do that? He shrugged and moved on.
The pine-covered walls
gleamed cleanly and had several paintings hanging from them. The
scenes were simple slices of British life; children playing tag in a
farmyard, a lady wearing a flowing gown walking down a country lane
carrying an umbrella and two men riding horses. It was very tranquil.
Chris sat down on the bed
with a loud sigh. The quilt was soft and warm. It had been a crazy
few days. Between the fight in the shrine with Lilith, the
devastation of the Nest and the showdown with Askalon, he wasn't
quite sure how he was still able to think, let alone walk. Well, the
judge and Chef had told him to get some sleep, so that was what he
was going to do. But first he was going to fill that amazing bathtub
while he tucked into those pastries. He actually liked tea
occasionally and thought a few cups would be soothing.
He stood up slowly,
hearing his joints creak, and headed for the bathroom.
Chris fell asleep right
after his bath, his head barely hitting the pillow. At some point as
he wandered through restless dreams, he found himself back in the
plane confronting Askalon.
The man looked the same,
except that his eyes weren't flat black this time. Instead they
glowed with a hellish red light. He laughed as he pointed at Chris.
“ I know you now,
human host of Sariel. If I kill you, our conquest of the Earth will
be quick and easy. Prepare to die!”
And the red eyes became
bigger and bigger. And then they burst with a horrible moist pop and
wriggling bunches of tentacles pushed out from the sockets, growing
and grasping for Chris, who stood frozen with fear. The plane began
to shiver and shake and an incessant pounding echoed through the
small space; the sound of something trying to get in.
Chris sat up with a gasp
and looked around wildly. For a moment he didn't recognize his
surroundings. A
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