It is the Witching hour. "We are not alone." she raises her
hands up over her head. "I am an open door. Take me." she
flips her head forward. Her hair covers her face, "I see a
secret sect, calling forth a horrible beast from ... across
the sea; a shining legion of Angels with a new constitution.
A Scion of a believed extinct race shall appear in Jerusalem.
The alter of Rome shall be broken. Many cities will be swallowed
up by the waters. The people will wander the country side
like cattle. . The shining Angels will rejoice as they devour
countries. Priests will make human sacrifices of naked girls.
A seige will fall apon Jerusalem. .. The Scion shall take the
throne of David. A knight shall come from the west and break
the siege of the Holy City.. The shining Angels shall retreat to
the east... " The Witch falls limp. "A powerful wind will fill their
throats and eyes, so that they will be stricken with death...
The Angels will be burned in the fields."
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