Book of James

[Mikalo]

The church doors opened and hit the walls that layed behind them, every head of every worshiper in one of the homes of God, had turned to face the man who was in his black trenchcoat that waved through the winds that waved at his body.
His brown curly hair bounced as he walked towards the statue, the statue being in pure, clean gold. The man was tall, and he had a white robe on with a red sash over his body and his back, and he had long hair and a beard.
The man got onto his right knee and removed his right hand, the hand of God, from his pocket. He held the cross within his palm that was covered with the tips of his fingers. He prayed, and remembered that one day when he was named The Prophet, James.
He kissed the feet of the statue, both of them, and pocketed his hands and dissapeared from the church. Now he stood in the unholy streets, the only holyness in them were the homless praying with their foreheads pressed against the metal gates that were supposed to protect the grass, that God had created, from trash.. but of course, it failed.
He saw the many prostitutes upon the corner, next to the men who took their money and sold drugs to them. He saw the saggings of the pants pass by his eyes minute by minute, and he smelled fresh blood upon the un-vegetated soil below himself. The wails of sirens echoed through the air, and then the Prophet, James, went on his way to no where.
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Night fell, and James made his way into an alley way, where he saw a woman be forced to be layed with. "You." He spoke. His raspy voice bounced off the walls and screeched the airs of the two men that pushed themselves against the woman, who's jawline was moved roughly against the wet brick wall.
"Let go of her." And James walked towards them, only to see the redness of their eyes, and in their hands they had unholy weapons from Hell, made out of bloody bones that were sharpened.
James released a small blade from his side, and let a holy light expand from the sword. The left Demon roars, and charges onto James. Instead of stabbing the demon, he moved his blade up and caused the blade from Hell to fly throughout the air. He did a spin around the body of the Demon and stabbed the Demon behind the right knee, causing him to fall and bow.
He removes it and throws it with much power to towards the forehead of the last demon, and when it entered his head, the Demon turned into ash and fell. The dagger lay in his hand once more after he picked it up in a quick swipe. He gained power within his weapon, and then with a great slice, he removed the head of the Demon.
The Prophet James stepped from the darkness, and faced the woman.
The woman had floated and began to lay upon the air, six wings came from her back, three on each side. She wore a black dress, and her hair was black and long, down to the middle region of her spinal cord structure. Her golden eyes shined brighter than James' own.
"Bow in the presence of a Seraphim, and kiss my feet as you would do your King, Allah." Said the Angel, who's beauty was shining greatly.
"You defy Him, by asking me to kiss your feet and betray him as Judas had done Jesus upon the cheeks." Rasped James.
"Must I slay you, because you are fallen, like your brother Lucifer?" James looks upon the Angel, with no awe in his eyes.
"You foolish Human. God is gone, and has been gone for some time now. WE are in control now, WE make peace now. WE are the gods." The Seraphim removed her blade, and roared with wrath and charged towards James.
He was prepared to unsheath his holy blade and strike her down without hesitation, but instead he was blinded by a Divine light that caused him to cover his face with the sleeve of his black trench coat.
When the light dimmed, he moved his arm down and opened his eyes, to face a man who had two enlogated and giant white and brown, feathery wings. His hair was curly and black, like James' own hair, instead James had brown hair. The angel's eyes were a hazel color, and he wore a white coat made from leather, along with his white pants, and white shoes.
"Michael." The Seraphim croaked, and fell upon it's right knee.
Michael ignored the Angel and turned his attention completely onto James.
"James, The Prophet of The New World.. how interesting." Michael looked around the area for a moment and sighed. "Here, let us meet elsewhere." Michael touched the brick wall, and immediately, faster than anyone could blink, came a white room with flowers in the corners and stuck to the wall. Michael and James being at other ends of the long white table.
"I.. deeply apologize," Michael poored red wine into his glass, and sipped it, and puckered his lips tastefully. "That my soldier attempted to slay you. I will punish her when we leave onto Heaven."
James immediately had gotten up, with his hands moving into the cloth of the table. "How dare y--" Michael closed all of his digits together, and the mouth of James immediately shut. Michael's eyes rolled slightly.
The Archangel swayed his hand downward an inch, and James sat with such force, in effect, causing the chair under him to crack a bit. "Sit down, human." Michael sighs.
"Now that you have calmed down; I have to tell you this before you can ask, Yes, God is gone. We all mourned in Heaven, this is why for the last 1,230 months, the rain has not stopped." Michael took another sip from his wine, then made it dissapear with a single thought.
"He left behind nothing.. not even a goodbye. How private he was.. of course, he was The Almighty. I guess he was a busy.. man.. or should I say, Deity? Yes, that is correct.. The reason of you being a Prophet, is for you to save mankind by yourself and prove their worth." Michael leaned foward over the table and stared at James.
James breathed in, and tightened his right hand into a fist. "Save, mankind? Its been done before by the Son of God. He sent his only son down for their sins, and of course, they forget, and sin all over again. I am not being pinned to a cross for them."
"Oh, James, You are so Idiotic." Michael's eyes rotate. "What you will do is prove to us Angels that mankind is worth saving from destruction, along with the Earth." Michael slid his right hand, and under his fingers was a white paper with golden writing, under all of the writing was a line, with a big fat X right next to it.
"If you can not prove to us that Mankind is still Good, then we will scorch the Earth and everyone within it." Michael removed a pen from his right pocket, and layed it into the hands of James.
"There is also something else.. Once God left, I and my smaller brother, Satan, also known as Lucifer by most, has made a wager with me. If Mankind wins, then he will lock all of his Demons from Earth and put them into Hell above time.. If Mankind does not win, Lucifer is un-bounded from Hell and free once more."
James looked confused, and angry. "You made a deal with LUCIFER?" Raged James, The Prophet. "You stupid son of a bitch.."
"Are you calling God a bitch?" Michael asked this curiously, staring at James.
James looked at him as if he was stupid, and suddenly he was blown back by a whip of Michael's back hand against his jawline. He flew through several walls, only to be in the same room again, but behind Michael.
"You fool, sign this paper." Michael grasped James' neck, and stared into his eyes. Slowly he grabbed the feather pen, and jammed it into the right thigh of The Prophet.
James screamed in pain, and he coughed with a painful ring in his chest and thigh. Michael removed the pen and put it into the hand of James.
James somewhat willingly signed it, so he would no longer have to suffer. Michael smiled and touched the paper, it dissapeared. He turned and stared James down, his smile growing greater to reveal his pearly white teeth that shined almost as great as Heaven's gates.
"Remember, James. Lose, and Lucifer is let free, and every creature on Earth is destroyed!" Michael cocked back his arm, and threw James through the walls.
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James had suspected to be behind Michael again, but instead he was standing there with his eyes wide open in the middle of a street, a car driving straight towards him. James covered his face with his hands, and the car went straight through him.
James gasped a bit, and his heart raced. He stared down and looked at his hands. A paper flew from the winds and landed to the face of The Prophet.
Slowly he removed the paper, and read it:
"Yeah, this is Michael. Sorry about that kid, just wanted to test and see if the intangibility worked right. Don't mind that car, its empty so don't bother trying to save it."
"I have given you some abilities to help you fight against these Demons and do whatever you have to do. Super Strength, Intangibility, (as you have seen) Flying, Light Manipulation, Smiting."
"These are the MINOR abilities of a low-ranking Angel. Use them well." James looked at the paper, staring in awe. He turned the paper around, only to see a P.S note, that said:
"P.S, there is a sheath on your back with my special, first sword, the one with fire that I used to strike down Lucifer. The Demons you come across will run in fear and cower when they feel the power, this will help you in the toughest situations, against the toughest Demons,
With Love, Michael."
James put his hand on his back, only to feel a hilt. He smiled, and dispersed within the night with a flash.