Book Spotlight and Excerpt
Antiquity Calais Ascending Olympus
By: Jim Henry
About the Book:
Antiquity Calais, Gillian Usha, Sherman Yazu and the Mighty Mundoo Asquith have battled Leviathan Avalon, Satan’s Destroyer, in the climactic first battle of the end times in book one of this science fiction/fantasy series, Antiquity Calais: Standing at Armageddon. Satan does not take losing well, and the prince of darkness has special plans for his destroyer. The result creates a rift that will make matters rather complicated, as Antiquity must decide who the main target should be. No longer is this a simple battle of good vs. evil; it is a three-way battle for supremacy in Heaven, Hell, and all points in between in the last days!
Meanwhile, Antiquity meets the Council of the gods, straight out of Greek and Roman mythology, and learns there are some powerful allies who would like to join his cause as the Creator’s Liberator. Gods and goddesses such as Zeus, Apollo, Hera, Aphrodite, among others are prepared to fight with Antiquity, but are their motivations pure?
About the Author:
Jim Henry has a master’s degree in journalism from Southern Illinois University at Carbondale, and a bachelor’s degree in communications from St. Joseph’s College in Standish, Maine. He is the author of the first book in the Universal Life Force Series, titled Antiquity Calais: Standing at Armageddon. He is the father of four, stepfather of two more, and resides in Florida with his family.
Excerpt from Ascending Olympus:
Heaven Doesn’t Want Me And Hell Is Afraid I’ll Take Over…
If there had been blood in Leviathan Avalon’s body, it all would have been in his head; if there had been hair on Avalon’s head, it would have been on fire; if Antiquity Calais had been right next to him, Avalon would have paid him no attention.
Leviathan Avalon, for 1,000 years, had served the Prince of Darkness as his most prolific Destroyer. But as the Lake of Fire in the entrance chamber to Hell boiled and churned below, Leviathan Avalon hung from tethers suspended from his ankles to the roof of the chamber. His arms dangling below him, tethers that had previously held him standing upright were, at that moment, a matter of inches above the flames in the Lake of Fire.
Just the slightest increase in the waves of flame would light those tethers like wicks, a fact that was not lost on either Satan or Avalon.
“Satan! You are a no good, lying, deceitful bastard!” Avalon screamed, as Satan sat upon his throne overlooking the Lake of Fire.
This was Satan’s favorite place in Hell, because it afforded him the perfect location to view damned souls going through their final transformation. As the souls entered Hell, they still more or less looked human. That condition would last only moments, though, as they plunged into the Lake of Fire. Engulfed in flames, these souls learned firsthand what pure pain felt like. Writhing, thrashing and gasping as they emerged on the other side of the lake, these creatures no longer resembled anything remotely human. And as they had for most of their lives on Earth, they cursed the Creator for their lot in life.
This was ultimately to be Avalon’s fate, according to Satan’s plan, but instead of allowing Avalon to plunge into the Lake of Fire immediately, Satan wanted to prolong his agony as long as possible. For it no longer mattered that Avalon had destroyed countless lives over the past millennium. All that mattered was that Avalon had failed so miserably in the battle against the Creator at Avalon’s ancestral home, the Castle of Armageddon. At the conclusion of that battle, Avalon was blasted with a barrage of energy when his own mighty blast rebounded off the protective aura surrounding Antiquity Calais. Before he knew what was happening, Avalon was falling into a black hole, at the bottom of which was a portal that led directly to Hell. Satan knew Avalon was returning home, and at the moment he emerged into the entrance chamber, Satan conjured the tethers and bound them to Avalon’s ankles and wrists.
As Avalon continued to utter insult after insult at Satan, the Dark Lord only seemed to enjoy it more. Satan was legitimately enjoying blasting the helpless Avalon with a barrage of energy bursts, sapping the once great Destroyer of his enormous reserve of power. The pain Avalon was experiencing was unendurable. In time, Avalon began to try to separate his consciousness from his soul, to diminish the pain. If only he could access some solar energy, Avalon reasoned, he could retaliate in some way. Even if he could not hope to defeat the Prince of Darkness, he would have relished the chance to see the expression on Satan’s face, just as he realized that Avalon would not go quietly. Satan laughed mirthlessly and maniacally at Avalon’s protests and promises of vengeance, which only enraged Avalon more. Satan reveled in the fact that Avalon was providing so much more entertainment than he had expected.
Then something curious happened. It was unclear even to Avalon why he should be gifted with a moment of clarity. But much to Avalon’s elation, he was so-gifted, and even though that moment of clarity passed as quickly as it arrived, Avalon knew what he must do. It may have been the shock, panic, and fear that engulfed Avalon, but suddenly he realized the answer to his problems was all around him. Everywhere he looked, there was energy. There was energy in the lake, energy creeping up the tethers, which had finally caught on fire, and even energy blasted at him by Satan himself. Plus, he knew how to access these sources of energy, and once procured, he knew what to do with it.
Avalon closed his eyes and stretched his arms as far as they could go. Even though the flames continued to move up the tethers toward his wrists, Avalon kept his eyes closed. Inch by inch the flames crept closer to his wrists, but Avalon did not flinch, and instead kept his arms straight out, trying to come as close as he could to the flames in the lake.
Satan could not have had a sense what Avalon had planned. If he had even the slightest inkling, he would have blasted the remaining tethers attached to the ceiling, dispatching Avalon into the Lake of Fire immediately. Satan must have thought the glow he could discern growing in Avalon must have been a side-effect of the energy blasts he had been dispatching. He must not have noticed that Avalon seemed to be reaching to come closer to the Lake of Fire.
Instead, Avalon engaged in a series of actions so rapidly that Satan had no chance to respond. First, by virtue of drawing energy directly from the Lake of Fire, Avalon dispatched two blasts in rapid succession, directly toward Satan. The first landed squarely in Satan’s face, and caused him and the throne on which he sat to fall backward. Just as the throne fell, a second blast arrived, landing forcefully into Satan’s groin, sending him hurtling backward until he stopped when his head hit the rock wall behind him. Then Avalon turned his sights on the tethers holding his ankles, and he sent a much smaller amount of energy at them, to release them from his body. This, of course, caused Avalon to plunge down toward the Lake of Fire. Fortunately for him, he still had plenty of energy in reserve to fly away from the lake, though if he had any hair on his body it certainly would have burned by the time he began to ascend away from the lake.
Rapidly, he began flying against the grain toward what was usually the entrance to Hell, but would serve his purposes quite nicely as an escape route. Before he reached it, however, he turned and faced his former master, who was just trying to get up to retaliate. Before he could, however, Avalon unleashed one more major blast of energy. This one, however, was not aimed at Satan, but instead into the Lake of Fire itself. The confluence with Avalon’s blast and the energy already present in the lake caused a sudden surge in the flames, causing a veritable tidal wave of flames that rose up and thoroughly engulfed the Prince of Darkness in fire.
Avalon did not stay to see the flames engulf Satan. He did not need to see such carnage. For the first time since Satan and the fallen angels left Heaven, Satan’s pain was 1,000 times as great as that Avalon endured just minutes before.
Content with the level of havoc he raised, Avalon flew out of the chamber and began his journey to resume his war against the Creator and his Liberator, Antiquity Calais. To do this, Avalon knew he had help he needed to recruit.
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