The Nephilim: Book One (19 page)

Epilogue

He opened his eyes. There was
darkness all around, oppressive and all-encompassing. He thought he should be afraid,
but no fear came. In fact, he felt nothing.

“Do you know your name?” The voice
boomed all around him, jerking him to his feet. His heart raced, as did his
mind. It reached out for something, a fleeting memory. Someone had called his
something once, but it escaped him.

He cleared his throat, dry and
sore, “No.”

“Do you know what you are?” This
time when the voice sounded he did not jump. He almost welcomed it filling up
the abyss surrounding him.

He touched his stomach, his chest,
his face. Again, there was nothing, “No.”

“Do you know your purpose?”

He stretched his arms out to either
side of him. The air there was stagnant, and he could not tell what lay beyond,
if anything. He prepared to answer in the negative, opening his mouth, then
stopped.

It washed over him then, like thousands
of fingers pressing it into the pours of his skin, and he drank it in greedily.
It filled him up and gave him light, and he could finally see the voice’s owner
before him. “Yes.”

His master smiled, “Good.”

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