The Belial War
A Belial Series Novel
R.D. Brady
Scottish Seoul Publishing, LLC
Contents
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Untitled
Untitled
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Epilogue
FACT OR FICTION?
About the Author
Acknowledgments
The Characters of The Belial War*
Books By R.D. Brady
Books by R.D. Brady
The Belial Series (in order)
The Belial Stone
The Belial Library
The Belial Ring
Recruit: A Belial Series Novella
The Belial Children
The Belial Origins
The Belial Search
The Belial Guard
The Belial Warrior
The Belial Plan
The Belial Witches
Stand-Alone Books
Runs Deep
Hominid
The A.L.I.V.E. Series
B.E.G.I.N.
A.L.I.V.E.
D.E.A.D.
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** A list of characters can be found at the end of The Belial War.**
“The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart.”
Robert Green Ingersoll
“When the will defies fear, when duty throws the gauntlet down to fate,
when honor scorns to compromise with death - that is heroism.”
Robert Green Ingersoll
Prologue
9,789 BCE
Dwarka, India
The torchlights flickered, throwing moving shadows along the Hall of Knowledge. Tall, thick pillars lined the middle of the room, holding up the forty-foot-tall ceiling. During the day, Yamini loved this room, but in the darkness of night, the shadows seemed to reach for her as she rushed past, her pale student’s shift rustling loudly in the quiet of the room.
He comes. Yamini tried not to let the terror overwhelm her. The vision had been the most frightening one she’d ever had. But she needed to keep her wits about her.
“Young Yamini, where are you off to in such a hurry?”
With a cry, Yamini stumbled to a stop, taking a step back as Jagrav stepped from behind a column. The high priest was a member of the Council of the Children, but Yamini did not trust him. She did not like how he looked at the young pages that were being initiated. He said all the right words, but he did not feel them.
She inclined her head. “Learned Jagrav, I did not see you there.”
His dark eyes pierced into hers. “Perhaps because you were in such a rush. Is something the matter?”
She forced herself to not look away. “No, Brother. It is just the shadows. I do not like being in here at night.”
He paused a beat before responding. “Come now, child, you know there is nothing to hurt you in the Temple of the Children. Unless you have seen something that has caused you worry?”
Lying was never Yamini’s way. She did not believe when people said that at times there was a reason to lie. That was a reasoning the Sons of Belial used. But right now she could not tell him the truth. “Are you never afraid in the dark?”
He puffed out his chest. “Not since I was a child.”
“Perhaps one day I, too, will outgrow these fears.” She stepped to the side. “Good evening, Brother.”
“Good evening to you as well, Yamini,” he said as she passed.
She felt his eyes on her, and she had to restrain herself from sprinting down the hall. She pushed through the tall wrought-iron doors at the end of the room, pausing to glance back. Jagrav stood in the same spot. She gave him a nod before slipping through the doors. Then she sprinted to the stairwell, taking the stone steps two at a time. She flew around the corner. Sister Maya’s door was open, a light glowing from inside.
She’s still up. Yamini had worried she would have to wake her mentor. This news could not wait. She hurried into the room, and her mentor and friend looked up. In the candlelight, some of the wear and tear of her fifty years was washed away. The wrinkles around her eyes and mouth were less pronounced, and her dark hair streaked with gray looked almost brown.
A smile crossed Maya’s face, the lines around her eyes and chin reappearing as she caught sight of Yamini. “My dear, it is late. Why are you still here?”
“Oh, Sister, I have had a vision.”
Maya hurried around the desk, ushering Yamini into a chair. “It will be all right. Whatever you have seen—”
Yamini gripped her hand. “No. They are coming.”
The council met as dawn broke. The thirteen elders sat along the long polished stone table at the front of the room. As the group’s leader,
Maya had the place of honor in the middle.
Yamini had been to meetings before, all of the Children had. But she’d never been to a closed-door meeting. Today it was only the council and their aides, who sat behind the council members, ready for their orders. The only one sitting in front of them was Yamini. Maya stood, addressing the council.
“Yamini has had a vision. Samyaza comes for us.” She nodded at Yamini, who stood and recounted the arrival of Samyaza and his followers as well as the destruction that would follow.
“Are you saying Dwarka will not survive?” Ellghad asked.
Images flew through her mind—the bodies of the people she knew and loved floating in water, their faces frozen in horror. Her voice broke. “No, Brother. It will not.”
She retook her seat as the council began to debate. Yamini only half listened, her mind replaying what she had seen. Samyaza striding down the Hall of Knowledge, his minions flaring out behind him, cutting down everyone in their path even though they offered no resistance, the giant wall of water washing over Dwarka and pulling it to the bottom of the ocean. Her hands trembled. She clasped them together tightly in her lap.
“But the knowledge must be saved,” Jagrav said. “It cannot die with us.”
“We should have destroyed the instructions long ago. No one who wants the power it yields should ever have it,” one of the other sisters added.
Yamini started. She knew there was knowledge forbidden from all but the council. She had heard rumors of what it might be, but no one knew for sure. But, of course, that would be why Samyaza was headed their way.
One of the other brothers shook his head. “We don’t know that. Perhaps there will be a time when—”
Maya raised an eyebrow but not her voice. “When humans are no longer human? When we do not want more than what fate has provided us? To allow people to awaken the power of a god within others? No good can come of that. The knowledge must be destroyed before Samyaza and his forces arrive.”
Jagrav’s mouth narrowed to a slit. “And what of Samyaza? How will we protect against him?”
Maya looked at him, shaking her head. “We cannot. If Yamini’s vision is correct—and they always are—Samyaza will destroy us all.”
“And we will just sit back and allow that?”
“We chose these paths before we ever breathed a single breath. You know that. We are put on this plane of existence to learn, to love, to embrace the beauty of humanity. If this is our destiny, then so be it.”
Yamini understood their teachings. She believed them. But when faced with imminent death, it was hard not to wish for some other action.
“We will make sure we evacuate our children and their caretakers. But the rest of us must stay so as to not let Samyaza know they have gone. Not until it is too late.”
Maya nodded to her aide, Keshini. Keshini reached down, pulling a box from underneath her stool. Yamini knew the box. It had always been in Maya’s room, but she had never seen inside it. Keshini placed the box in front of Maya. With a nod of thanks, Maya stood and opened it, a faint white glow highlighting her hands.
Maya reached in and pulled out a glowing sphere. At first glance it appeared perfectly round, but then the angles on its face became clear. A murmur rose amongst the table. Yamini couldn’t even seem to think for a moment. It’s a belial stone. Maya has had a belial stone all this time.
The stone was the ancient power source of their brothers and sisters in Atlantis—and also the method of their destruction.
“When Samyaza arrives, we will unleash the power of the stone,” said Maya. “We cannot allow him or his followers access to our knowledge. When they are in the center of the city, we will bury them.”
“And what of us?” Jagrav demanded.
For the first time that Yamini could remember, Maya sounded tired. “We will be buried with them as well.”
No one moved for a moment, but then one by one the priests at the table nodded their agreement. All save Jagrav.
“This is madness,” he said. “We should take the knowledge and go before they arrive.”
“They will run us down. Now that Samyaza knows where the Omni is, he will stop at nothing. No, this is the only way to protect the world from his power.”
“But all our knowledge will be lost.”
“Is that truly a bad thing?” Maya asked. “We have the knowledge that would allow someone to gain godlike powers, to become immortal. Tell me, which of the Fallen have demonstrated any kindness or morality with their power? Which of them is a beacon we can point to and tell our children to emulate? This knowledge is not meant for our world. The Belial are not meant for our world. Better we take this knowledge with us than allow it to fall into the wrong hands.”
Jagrav’s words lashed out. “You condemn all of us to die.”
“I condemn all of us to protect this world. That is our mission; it has been from the start. You do still believe that, do you not, Jagrav?”
Jagrav seemed to finally notice the looks the other members of the council were giving him. The anger slipped from his face, hidden behind a mask of neutrality. But Yamini could still see it lurking behind his eyes. “Yes, of course. I was merely surprised by all this news.”
“It is not easy for anyone to face their mortality. Let us all take some time to meditate on what we have discussed here.” Maya stood, signaling the end of the meeting. Yamini dropped her quill. Reaching down to pick it up, she saw a pair of sandals stop next to her chair.
She straightened. Jagrav glared down at her. “Afraid of the dark, were you?”
“I . . . I . . .”
“Yamini, I need you,” Maya called.
Jagrav whisked past her. Yamini got to her feet, hurrying to Maya’s side, a new fear rising in her chest.
The next evening, Yamini stood on the bridge of the ship along with the other refugees as Dwarka disappeared from view. Four ships had set out, loaded with four hundred people. Four hundred of five thousand. She took a trembling breath, picturing Maya the last time she had seen her. She would never see her again.
No, I will. Just not in this lifetime.
One by one, everyone else drifted away from the railing, but Yamini stayed. She stayed long after the island was out of view. Finally, as darkness fell and a cool wind began to blow, she turned to go inside. Lights shone along the cabins, and hushed voices and the occasional laugh could be heard as she made her way to her room. She would share it with three other initiates. Yamini picked up her pace, suddenly wanting their company. She did not want to be alone.
She climbed down to the second level. Her cabin was halfway down the hall. She pushed the door open, the light spilling out into the hall.
“Did any of you—” A hand slid over her mouth and a strong arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her inside. She struggled for only a minute before she went still. A small cry erupted from her as she took in the sight of her friends, lying on the ground, staring at nothing, long red jagged cuts across their throats. Men she knew stood near them, pulling sheets over them.
“Finish up,” Jagrav ordered from behind her. The other men finished rolling her friends up in the sheets, removing them from Yamini’s view.
Jagrav leaned down, his lips touching her ear and making her shiver. His voice was a hiss. “If you yell, if you make a sound that draws any attention to this cabin, I will kill you and whoever comes to help you. Nod if you understand.”
Yamini nodded.
Slowly, Jagrav released his hand then his arm. Yamini whirled around. “Why?”
“Why? How can you ask that? Your mentor dooms us to death while you escape? I don’t think so. Besides, we are on a greater mission.”
“Wh-what mission?”
“To protect the knowledge of Dwarka.”
“But we have brought the books with us already.” She paused as the truth hit her. “But that’s not the knowledge you want to save. We can’t, Jagrav. It’s too dangerous.”
“What do you know? You are
a child.”
“But the Great Mother, she chose mortality to save us.”
“Perhaps she wasn’t as wise as we were taught to believe.”
Yamini stared at him in the dim light. His hair was unkempt, sweat dotting his forehead and blood-splashed tunic even though the cabin was cool. His gaze kept darting around the cabin, his lips moving but no words coming out. That’s when she noticed the serrated blade in his hand, blood dripping from it in a pool at his side. “What are you planning?”