Novel & Cerita Ezekiel Chapter 36

*First off thank all of you so much for your time and support and your reads! Please tell me any thoughts you have so far about Brandon and Ezekiel. I would love to hear from you guys. Now lets end this!* Chapter 48 Ezekiel turned around from the wall that he had nearly walked into and began to walk in the opposite direction. He soon came to the other wall in his room and turning he began the whole thing all over again. Pacing.

The car came to a halt and happily, I rushed out of the door, our hand finally disentangling but it didn’t take so long as he offered his hand yet again and I took it without hesitation and we entered the prison where the witch was being held. Eleazar told the guards to remain outside with only his personal guard permitted to follow us. The prison was like nothing I had imagined. It was freezing and dark, only lit by a few fire stands and I wondered why a place as sophisticated as Elisora still use firewoods to lit a place. I was so immersed by what was before me that I only turned to look at Eleazar when I felt him remove my hand gently from his. My eyes were filled with question and I hate

"Ezekiel belongs to the Sapientia, which means that all the sects that originate from the Sapientia in the three states must arrive in Steinberg within three days." Sebastian finally nodded in understanding. Ezekiel was planning to cause a huge fuss, wasn't he?

"And they went to bury her: but they found no more of her than the skull, and the feet, and the palms of her hands. Wherefore they came again and told him. And he said, This is the word of the Lord, which he spake by his servant Elijah the Tishbite, saying, In the portion of Jezreel shall dogs eat the flesh of Jezebel." He was quoting something but I didn't know what. He went to the window again, this time opening a vial he took from his pocket, pouring oil onto his hand. Rubbing his fingers in it, he touched the top of the window and then walked to the door rubbing the oil on the frame.

Just a broken prophet murmuring to the empty air. "That's tragic. That's tragic. That's tragic." Nathan stepped forward slowly. "Ezekiel?" The prophet didn't respond. Didn't even seem to hear. Nathan took another step. Then another. He was close enough to touch when Ezekiel finally moved. His head lifted. His eyes—gods, his eyes—were wrong. Too wide. Too dark. Like someone had poured the cave's shadows directly into them. His lips moved, forming words that might have been prayers or curses or both.

Ezekiel stunned in reverse, letting the transformation finish and the agony die down. The sound of blasts sounded into the desolated desert. Abbadon searched for the reason for the blasts and saw one by one, her portals were shutting. Someone opened a new portal underneath Ezekiel's foot, and he fell directly into it to drop out from another on the sky. He landed yards from her, and that maddened him as his Queen was left without security.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. Ezekiel moved away from the huge tree to reveal himself, however, the four-striped pigs did not notice him since they are still eating the remains of the long-eared rabbits. Ezekiel didn't mind it and just waved his hand a little and a long white as the snow flute appeared in his palm. The flute white as the snow had a long lightning symbol engraved in it. Ezekiel gracefully held his flute as he moved it closer to his mouth.

Ezekiel gave a cold stare that seemed to make anybody docile in his presence. Ezekiel strode towards the back entrance, and as they stepped outside, a breathtaking scene unfolded before them. The grass was awash in shades of lilac and violet, creating a surreal and stunning landscape. The trees towered overhead, their beauty surpassing those of the ones outside. And ahead lay a vast pool, its shimmering waters reflecting the vibrant hues of the surroundings.

Silence. The mortals head slumped in his grasp. Ezekiel smiled, his eyes still closed he let a little bit more of his impressions pour across the mortals mind, soft warmth, peace, relaxation. He impressed these thoughts in a loop of energy and suggestion until he felt it take root, like a little blanket of energy the memory would slowly play out on its own, fading from the mortals mind completely, but he hoped that the peace and warmth would remain once his memories faded from Brandon's mind. The mortal seemed to need it.

He asked and Megara nodded before telling everything that happened there which was nothing much but just him yelling at her. "Hmm, he leaves no chance to splash dirt on me through my son even when he comes out of demise," Ezekiel said and nodded his head. "Yes, I wanted to ask about this. You can leave now." He said and opened his book again, diverting his attention from her to the book in his hand. Megara almost raised her brows at him. Did he call her just for this? Nevertheless, she bowed to him, and with that, she made her way toward Evandros' room.