Seven Swords: the last figure

Chapter 1: Seven Swords

They sat around the table in the inner chamber of the court. They sat quietly, waiting for a response — seven of them. The patience exercised from the break of dawn till nearly midnight have away the brevity of the terror and jeopardy they were in; the fear that had been born ever since the Error.

So the human race will be plunged into extermination by these monsters? But then—

"Listen." it came like a rush of wind.

"My wrath will descend on the children of rebellion on two occasions; on the day of redemption and firstly, through you seven."

"I will endow each one of you with the power of the Seraphim and will reveal to you the weakness of these monsters."

"With your sword strike the nape of the Nephilim; a severe damage to thus area is all that is needed—"

"— deploy." and that was it.

The power in His speech had shaken the entire court such that the walls were cracked.

"So—" one of the bald headed priests spoke as he rose from his seat, "— what is the arrangement."

"He said we would subdue them with our swords" replied another.

" What sword?" a priest beside him asked.

"I guessed we would have to make them" a dark complexioned priest suggested.

"Very well then, let's get to work"

They set out to an underground compartment which was a blacksmith workshop. Only soldiers were required to enter this compartment but now it would be used by the priests themselves.

They toiled all night, hitting and bending molten igneous rock. They made and designed their swords in accordance to the direction of the Seraphim assigned to each of them.

Although they didn't agree on the style of the swords, all seven swords had a striking resemblance amongst themselves; the handles of these swords bore a similar cross shaped pattern.

They didn't really think much of it, but little did they know what that cross pattern was made to foretell.

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to be continued...