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What If The Devil…Banished God…From Heaven…

 

Alternate History, Fantasy, Thriller, Adventure, Sci-Fi

Date Published: 2.22.22

 

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Embark on an epic fantasy adventure with reimagined divine beings in this
alternate telling of one of humanity’s famed creation stories.

Adonai and Helel are equal and co-existing on their realm of Alegion.
Together, they utilize a planetary dominion in the effort to grow an
instinctual need to create and learn about their evolving powers. That is
until an unforeseen clash of wills over how to govern humankind on Eden
commences; and the one who remained on Alegion, is not the being we were led
to believe…

Now banished to Eden, the only way to ending this conflict is for the
fallen one to lure the other onto Eden where a death blow can be
administered.

A methodical go-for-the-jugular war ravages the plane of humanity. Notable
landscapes are explored, resurrected, and manipulated. New and familiar
historical characters, along with pivotal scenes throughout civilization –
remixed in this introspective, violent, self-aware, and potentially
plausible, biblical-like saga.

Can any being overcome who they inherently are?

 

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Is this in the same vein as when Jesus tried to manipulate the world?” 

Pope Vincent’s monotone voice rises saying, “Jesus was a vessel poisoned from within. Predestined to cause harm. Yet an antidote stood with him, trying to give the Savior a choice. And when presented with said choice, he rose to the temptation of power.” 

Giancarlo’s pacing stops as he sits in the seat William Jenson occupied moments ago. 

“Temptation has surrounded our world once again,” continues Pope Vincent. “Majority of it, created by our hands. Influencing and molding us in a mental state ripe for manipulation.” 

Pope Vincent then goes over to his seat and looks Giancarlo directly in the eyes saying, “Heed these words. One being cannot change the world. A singular voice can be heard, but if only a few listens to it, what value does it really have? God understood this. And he spent centuries trying to reach those based on his worldly limitations. But there is one who refuses to believe this, as they have tried countless times since creation to prove their will is dominant.” 

Giancarlo cautiously mentions, “The Devil.” 

“Indeed. The one patiently watching from above. Testing humankind’s mettle through a universal arsenal created by he, and his fallen brother.”

 

 

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What If The Devil…Banished God…From Heaven…

 

Alternate History, Fantasy, Thriller, Adventure, Sci-Fi

Date Published: 2.22.22

 

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Embark on an epic fantasy adventure with reimagined divine beings in this
alternate telling of one of humanity’s famed creation stories.

Adonai and Helel are equal and co-existing on their realm of Alegion.
Together, they utilize a planetary dominion in the effort to grow an
instinctual need to create and learn about their evolving powers. That is
until an unforeseen clash of wills over how to govern humankind on Eden
commences; and the one who remained on Alegion, is not the being we were led
to believe…

Now banished to Eden, the only way to ending this conflict is for the
fallen one to lure the other onto Eden where a death blow can be
administered.

A methodical go-for-the-jugular war ravages the plane of humanity. Notable
landscapes are explored, resurrected, and manipulated. New and familiar
historical characters, along with pivotal scenes throughout civilization –
remixed in this introspective, violent, self-aware, and potentially
plausible, biblical-like saga.

Can any being overcome who they inherently are?

 

 

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Date Published: May 1, 2021

Publisher: Freedom Thorn Press

 

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Fifty years after a coup replaced President Franklin D. Roosevelt with a
fascist dictatorship, America is a land of hopelessness. Ben Adamson, a
19-year-old farm boy in southern Illinois, wants only to spend his time
fishing and hunting. But when his dead brother demands justice for his
suspicious fate in a colonial war, Ben and Rachel, his brother’s
fiancée, are drawn into an underground revolutionary movement.

After staging a rally against the war, Ben and Rachel are arrested by the
Internal Security Service, who have perfected the science of breaking
people. Ben is given a choice: betray the rebels, including his best friend
from childhood, or Rachel will be lobotomized.

Although traumatized and addicted to a powerful drug, Ben refuses to doom
anyone he cares about. Can he find a third option? Can he free Rachel and
strike back at the dictatorship, while dodging the suspicions of police and
rebels alike?

 

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The New Bethany Town Square was a small grassy space in front of the county courthouse. The year after I was born, 1965, was the twentieth anniversary of retaking the Philippines from the Japanese, forcing them into an armistice. Every town got a statue. In New Bethany, the government erected a marble Marine in the middle of the town square, rifle held high in triumph. It wasn’t an ideal spot to call for an end to war, but it was the only public space in town. 

Rachel lived only a few blocks from the square, but I insisted on picking her up. The police would have seen the flyers by now, and might want to arrest her before we even started. 

I was late again. Rachel stood on her front porch, wearing her funeral dress and tapping a foot. She carried a paper shopping bag in one hand, and scowled at me. 

“Sorry I’m late.” At Rachel’s insistence, I’d put on my suit, and it took me forever to get the damn tie right. “Are you sure you want to do this? Talking to people one on one is a lot safer.”

Her face tightened even more. “It’s a little late to back out now. Besides, God blesses the righteous and Jake will be with us.”

I led Rachel to the truck and opened the passenger door for her. “Let’s get it over with, then.” 

I parked on Lincoln Street, just off Main, and we hopped out into chilly gloom. Dark clouds gathered in the west, threatening rain. I focused on the task—swung down the tailgate and pulled out the mike and amp I’d borrowed from Jesse, the band’s bassist. He’d kill me if they got wet. 

The amp had a power inverter so you could run it off a car battery. Together they weighed at least a hundred pounds, so I’d strapped them to a stand-up dolly. No mike stand, but I had enough to carry as it was. I handed Rachel the black microphone case and cables and she slipped them in her bag.

A couple dozen people were in the square, wearing coats over Sunday suits or dresses, the women’s hats sprouting feathers of near-extinct birds. I recognized Alyce and maybe half the others. 

Rachel’s face fell. “I was expecting a lot more.”

“Maybe they’re afraid,” I said. “Or it’s the weather.”

“Or they don’t care. The weather is fine.” She straightened. “We’re early. More will come.”

My stomach seized. Figures squatted or lay on rooftops around the square, pointing guns and cameras. 

Atop the three-story law office building, a suited man held a long-lensed camera. Next to him, a man in black body armor braced a high-powered rifle on a tripod while another peered through binoculars. Opposite the courthouse, on the First Consolidated Bank roof, more of the same. On the east side of the square, city police aimed guns out the second-floor windows of the column-fronted City Hall. 

The courthouse itself had a peaked roof. After the coup, the government had added a wooden bell tower on top, from which, I supposed, you could see the whole town. Beneath the purely decorative bell, half hidden by white columns, a dark-suited man stared at us through binoculars. A sheriff’s deputy pointed a rifle with a fancy scope. 

I’d never seen anything like it. Security for visiting politicians, sure, but nothing like this.

The clock on the bottom of the tower read 12:18. We had twelve minutes to prep or escape. 

“Do you see the snipers?” I whispered to Rachel. 

“Yes.” Her voice quivered. “But we’re not doing anything wrong. They’re just trying to intimidate us.”

She was probably right. They wouldn’t actually shoot us. Or would they? We were easy targets, standing still in the open. They could take their time and go for a head shot.

Past the bank, I spotted Paul standing outside the New Bethany Diner, sipping soda or something from a jumbo-sized paper cup. No sign of the others. Not surprising, since the group hadn’t approved our rally. And it was better Sarah wasn’t here—that would just add to my worries. 

Rachel hugged Alyce and other people she recognized, then reached in her bag and pulled out my brother’s portrait, the one that had been propped on his casket at the funeral. She leaned it against the base of the soldier statue. 

Behind the picture glass, Jake smiled at me. I plugged the mike into the amp and clipped the amp to the car battery. I flipped a switch and the power light turned green. I tapped the mike, and the speaker thumped. 

I wanted to hurry this up and waved Rachel over. I handed her the mike. “You’re on.” The battery would last at least an hour, but I doubted we would have that long.

Rachel examined her filigreed watch. “Let’s let the crowd grow.”

More people arrived. But half were cops—city police, county police, state police, and eight men wearing silver long-sleeved shirts, black pants, and matching ties. Their caps bore a perched eagle clutching a saber and whip. Internal Security. 

New Bethany’s gray-haired police chief paced back and forth, carrying a megaphone. The Internal Security troops stared at us, long batons and compact submachine guns fastened to their belts. 

My knees shook. “Rachel, I’ve got a bad feeling. Really bad. We should go, right now.”

 

 

About the Author

Ted Weber

Ted Weber has pursued writing since childhood, and learned filmmaking and
screenwriting in college, along with a little bit of physics. His first
published novel was a near-future cyberpunk thriller titled Sleep State
Interrupt (See Sharp Press). It was a finalist for the 2017 Compton Crook
award for best first science fiction, fantasy, or horror novel. The first
sequel, The Wrath of Leviathan, was published in 2018, and the final book,
Zero-Day Rising, came out in 2020. He has other books on the way as well. He
is a member of Poets & Writers and the Maryland Writers Association, and
helps run writing workshops and critique groups. By day, Mr. Weber works as
a climate adaptation analyst, and has had a number of scientific papers and
book chapters published. He lives in Annapolis, Maryland with his wife
Karen. He enjoys traveling and has visited all seven continents. For book
samples, short stories, and more, visit https://www.tcweber.com/.

 

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