God's Lions: The Secret Chapel (25 page)

“Discuss what with me?”

The group turned to see Leo standing behind them, holding his IV bag over his head and munching a sandwich.

John jumped up from his seat at the table. “Father... you shouldn’t be up walking around. The doctor said you needed to rest.”

“I know, but I feel great. Pull this needle out of my arm, and give me a cup of coffee.”

Lev turned to the medic who had followed Leo into the tent. “There’s just no arguing with an ex-boxer exorcist priest.”

The medic smiled at his noncompliant patient. “Fine, but you can forget the coffee for now. Coffee’s full of caffeine, and it’s a diuretic. You need to keep the fluid we just gave you.”

The majority of the camp’s staff filtered into the mess tent behind Leo, but no one seemed interested in eating. The usual gaiety that had dominated their gatherings over the past few days had taken on a somber air, and the staff seemed interested only in the close comfort of each other’s presence. By now, everyone had heard about the events that had occurred in the cavern, and the reality of their situation was becoming more apparent as talk centered on the evil that lay beneath their feet.

John swirled the lemonade in his glass and looked across the table at Alon. “I can barely remember what my family looks like anymore. So much has happened over the past week.”

“What we’re doing is very similar to combat, John. In the army ... whenever I was far from home and locked in a life-and-death struggle with a formidable enemy, nothing else mattered but the job of survival. It’s like I became another person, and thoughts of home and everyday life seemed like a distant memory.” Alon reached out and clasped John on the shoulder. “I’ve been watching you, John. You’re a brave and smart man. You’ll do fine.”

John looked at Alon and wondered what it took to mold a man like him. A lethal force to those who stood in his way ... and fiercely protective of his family and friends, he was also kind and almost overly sentimental at times. Even though John had never been a soldier, he realized that Alon was right. Their present life and death struggle with a terrifying enemy was just like war, and the camaraderie they shared and the bonds that were being formed were just as strong.

At the end of the tent, Leo and Lev were engaged in quiet discussion and it was clear that the two leaders were already formulating a strategy for reentering the cavern. When both stood, everyone knew that a decision had been made and a plan was about to be revealed.

Lev looked around at the Bible Code Team before facing the rest of the staff and quietly calling for everyone’s attention. “In a few hours from now, a team led by Father Leo will reenter the cavern. He will be joined by John, Alon, Ariella, and myself. The five of us will be supported by a second team in the helicopter led by Moshe. This team will include Daniel, a paramedic, and our two helicopter pilots, Nava and Gabriella. The two teams of five will be the only one’s allowed in the vicinity. We’ve decided that it’s just too dangerous for the rest of you to remain in the area. Because time is a factor, we will leave the camp in place and evacuate the entire staff back to the villa in the next few hours. Moshe will be in charge of the evacuation and making sure that everyone is out of the area except for the two teams that will remain.”

A murmur went up under the tent. A young man stood and shouted from the back of the tent. “We’re not leaving you, Professor!”

A few tables away, a young woman stood up. “Yes, we’re not afraid. God has called us all here together in the desert. We’re not leaving you alone.”

“Thank you, everyone,” Lev said. He pushed his glasses up into his mass of curly gray hair. “By now we all know that we’ve been called to this place by God, but only five of us were chosen to enter the cavern tonight. The five names of those who will go were specifically found encoded in the Bible, and I firmly believe that this is God’s way of telling us what he wants us to do.”

Leo leaned forward and placed his hands on the table. “Some of you have heard rumors about what occurred in the cavern this morning. I will tell you now that we face an evil entity that grows stronger by the minute and that there may be more than one of them down there now. They are endowed with terrible powers and can play tricks on the mind.”

“We believe an entire British convoy encountered the entity out there over sixty years ago,” Lev added. “Thirty heavily armed soldiers were no match for it. Every one of those men died a horrific death. Those who will be on the first team tonight were chosen by God for a reason, and we believe He has given us His blessing and divine protection in this mission. The second team will only be supporting the first team from a distance. If they don’t hear from the team down in the cavern after midnight, they have strict orders to leave the area at once. The first team will have no backup from the second team after that time period. We will be left in God’s hands at that point.”

Both men looked around at the silent faces staring back at them. The mess tent had taken on the aura of a church, and it seemed an appropriate time for Father Leo to ask everyone gathered together, Christian and Jew alike, to join him in a prayer. After everyone bowed their heads, the priest clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

“Father, we beseech you. Grant us your protection in the hours ahead. We face your avowed enemy, Lucifer, and his dark angels here on earth. We call upon you to give us strength as we do battle against him in your name. We call also on Michael the Archangel to come to our aid with his most holy army of bright angels in this fight against an unspeakable evil, and we humbly ask you to bless us as we strive to be worthy of your everlasting grace. Grant us your peace in the days ahead, and protect those of us who enter that dark world below tonight. Give us your holy armor against the demons we face in your name, and throw down your mighty sword against them. If any of us shall perish, please forgive us our sins and welcome us into heaven this very day. Amen.”

Father Leo raised his head and scanned the room. Everyone remained with their heads bowed, lost in his words.

Then one of the Jewish staff members asked to say a prayer for the safety of the Christians.
“Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam. Blessed are you, Adonai, our God, ruler of the world. Protect our Christian friends in their fight against the evil that lies beyond in the desert and give them the strength of Almighty God, for they are our brothers and we are theirs. Amen.”

Leo broke the silence that followed. “I want to thank all of you who will be leaving camp for your service to this expedition and your willingness to stay in the face of great danger. Those who are evacuating back to the villa, please grab only your personal belongings and find a place in one of the trucks or other vehicles. We want everyone out of the area within the hour.”

The camp sprang into accelerated activity as the two teams of five prepared for this last ditch effort to find the unknown object hidden by Satan in the desert. Alon assisted Nava while she flushed the sand from the air intakes and went through a complete preflight check of the helicopter. She didn’t want any mechanical problems tonight. Gabriella, meaning
God is my strength
in Hebrew, was performing preventive maintenance on the rescue hoist they would use to lower the first team down into the cavern.

Out at the excavation site, everything around the cavern had been loaded onto trucks and transported back to camp. The crushed backhoe had been winched up out of the cavern with the help of two large truck-mounted steel cables and a large bulldozer that had just arrived from Jerusalem. Now, only a large, bare hole remained in the desert floor.

Since the camp was being abandoned in place, there was no equipment to be packed away, and soon, those leaving were ready to go. Within minutes, a small convoy began to roll out of the desert toward Jerusalem. From the rear window of the mobile kitchen, the little brown dog began to bark at the ten team members who were remaining behind. They all stood alongside the path of the departing vehicles and waved until the convoy faded into the distance.

Lev turned away and motioned for Leo to accompany him to his tent. When they were inside, Lev invited the priest to sit while he poured each of them a small glass of wine. He sat and gazed out of the open tent, watching the orange globe of the sun sink past the horizon.

“I’ve been thinking since this morning, Leo, that, if we were able to identify the entity down in the cave, we might have the upper hand when we go down there tonight.”

“I’ve thought a great deal about that,” Leo said, “and I think I already know what it is we’re dealing with. Right before I took out my cross, the demon was changing shape. He appeared briefly to look like some sort of winged beast. It probably already knew I was a priest, but when it realized what I was about to do, it focused its full attention on me just long enough for me to recognize it. I believe we’re dealing with none other than Agaliarept himself, the grand general of hell. He was known among the Assyrians and Babylonians as one of the most malevolent forces in the Middle East and has long been considered by the Church as one of the most terrible of all demonic entities. In the Old Testament, he was described as one who conceals himself in black robes and dwells in the vast desert wastelands. He is represented as a strange jackal-like creature with wings and is known to be a messenger of the Beast. He is the most ruthlessly destructive demon of them all. He possesses the power to discover all secrets and represents the destruction of human life itself.”

Lev took a last sip of wine before setting his glass aside. He had heard of this demon in a mythological context as the dark angel of the fatal winds, or a carrier of plague. People of the Middle East recognized him as a pestilential being representing chaos. He was especially good at stirring up enmity and distrust among men. Now, led by a Catholic priest and an Israeli Christian prophet, five human beings were deliberately entering the demon’s domain in God’s name to search for an unknown object, an object that the grand general himself was bound by Satan to protect. It was almost too much for any of them to comprehend.

“It sounds like you know exactly what we are up against, Leo. I should have realized you had some idea of what it was you came face-to-face with this morning. Is there anything else we can do to prepare?”

“I think we’ve done all we can. God has chosen his lions; the rest is in his hands. The confrontation with the entity this morning was just a prelude to the real battle yet to come. What really haunts me is how easily it gave up. I would have thought it would have come at us with everything it had. It’s almost like it’s leading us into a trap.”

Lev raised his glass to Leo in a final salute. “Well, if it’s a trap, then we’ll all be in the trap together.”

God’s chosen ones were running late as they made their preparations for the coming battle. It was after ten o’clock when they finally congregated in the communications tent to run the Bible code software on their laptops one last time. It was their final chance to gather as much insight as possible into what awaited them below the surface of the desert.

John strapped on his backpack before approaching Leo and pulling him aside. “I need to talk to you, Father. I’m worried about Lev.”

“Lev? What’s wrong with him?”

“Ariella said he’s made some connection with the demon. He even told us himself that he’s been receiving flashes of the thing’s thoughts. What if it’s influencing him in ways we don’t understand yet?”

“I don’t think you have to worry too much about Lev, John. He’s been in tune with the entity’s emotions ever since it appeared to us. The demon is communicating with Satan now, and despite its desire to keep its thoughts and activities a secret, its unconsciously revealing itself to the professor. I’m convinced Lev was born with a gift ... he’s a lot more sensitive than the rest of us to the presence of evil forces.”

“But what if it works the other way? What if the demon can pick up on Lev’s thoughts? If it knows our plans, it could endanger the whole mission.”

“When you’re dealing with the supernatural force of a demon, anything’s possible. From everything I’ve read on the subject, anyone who comes into close contact with one is vulnerable to its power to read minds. There are scores of famous stories in the church about exorcists who’ve had to fight the mind control capabilities of demons.”

“But you’re the one who confronted the demon down in the cavern today, Father. It was you who saved all of our lives. Why isn’t it trying to communicate with you?”

“I don’t think it’s trying to communicate with anyone. It’s trying to protect something. We’re not dealing with the demonic possession of a person here. We’re dealing with the possession of an area here on earth, and the demon will protect its territory with all of its fury.”

The thought of facing an enraged demon that could read their minds seemed totally unreal to John. He didn’t feel like a brave man, but he knew he had to face his fears and go with his friends down into a dark and terrifying place ... a place from which they might not return. Like a young soldier before battle, he needed reassurance from someone like Father Leo that they all weren’t just going blindly to their deaths. “Do you think you’ll be able to expel it from the cavern like you did this morning, Father? I mean, as an exorcist with God on your side, wouldn’t the demon be afraid of you now?”

“All Jesuit priests are required to study the rite of exorcism, John, but that doesn’t make us exorcists. I’ve never even been present at an exorcism except for today, and I’m not sure that would be considered a true exorcism. That title is reserved for those priests who specialize in such things, and from what I’ve heard, they don’t live long, happy lives. I carried the cross and holy water into the cave because we were entering an area said to be inhabited by Satan or one of his servants, and like any soldier of the cross, I wanted to be prepared. The entity hasn’t been banished from the area by my presence. All I did this morning was ask for God’s help in allowing us to escape. The demon is still down there, and I’m afraid he’ll be even better prepared for our return. It probably knows what we’re planning now, and it’s expecting us.”