Armageddon Saga
Ill Wind
Prologue Four
By the Lady Sirona ladysirona@LadySirona.com
Budapest, 1998The Lady Tirla awoke with a flash of pain and hearing a scream echoing off the astral
planes. She felt the Agony of Angelus' soul as it was ripped from being in control of the
body. She sat bolt upright and fear gripped her. *Not now. Not so close to the battle when
I will need him!*She rolled out of bed and pulled the cord to call her servant. Tirla was reviewing her
books and notes a moment or two later when a young Gypsy girl entered the chamber."Yes my Lady?"
"Call the Romani Elder to me, The Watcher of Angelus, quickly girl. Time is of the
essence." Tirla turned back and looked through her notes. This shouldn't have happened."They are on the road..." She saw Tirla's face and thought better of arguing against how
hard it is to try to find wandering Gypsies. "Right away My Lady." She bowed and left. She
was glad she wasn't that Elder. It would take her two weeks to find them and for them to
get back to the Lady.Tirla looked over the en-soulment spell. It had never failed before...why did it fail now
when she needed Angelus for the upcoming battle? The Demon lord would rise soon and
would begin to gather his minions to open the hell mouths and end life on the world, as we
know it.Her ability to defeat the Demon lord hinged on Angel/Angelus...and know it was all gone!
The safety of the world and the continuation of mankind were going to rest on that one
en-souled vampire, and now once again he had lost his soul.She looked out into the moon and for the first time in more than three thousand years, fear
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