The Isolation of Simon Doddard

Chapter 136: The Isolation of Simon Doddard

 

 

 

 

 

            Trevor woke to see a revelation. In his dream, Azazel was at the football stadium of his old highschool. This would be a perfect place to meet the last of his dark foes. Her he planned to move out with the group and handle his business. He would arrive at the football stadium with his team and jump the fence, but wait…. In his dream he (Azazel) was surrounded by people. Maybe he should wait till Friday night to go there. That would give him time to prepare anyway.

            The days went on as Trevor waited, biding his time until Friday came around again. He already called all the intercessors to let them know that they should meet him at the highschool at the time of a football game. Now there was only silence in Trevor’s room for hours and hours as he read his book and drank beer. He fell asleep reading with his book on his lap.

            He rose Friday morning to find himself groggy and disheartened. He didn’t know if he could face an angel and win. To do so would be a great victory to the cause and would send a message to the rest of the angels, fallen or not, that these kids were not to be trifled with. Now the time had come. Tonight would be his final battle against foes that needed him dead. He’d known this day would come since the moment he gained power.

            So this was the deal, he had to clip Azazel’s wings and get right with Don before he could do any more. Tonight was the night. He texted all the intercessors including Blaine to make sure they were all coming. As they were, Trevor made his way to the football field early. There were already people lined up to get in and standing at the top of the parking lot, he could see many small festivities going on there. He decided to join one group of seniors that had cigarettes lit and a cooler full of beer out in the open because it was too early for security to be roaming around.

            He drank a couple and mingled for a bit, asking questions about final exams and the senior exit project. Trevor never once choked when engaging right now which was odd for him. He usually could only express himself thoroughly when writing. When the time came around for the game to start, he had already had six and felt okay. That was when he saw David’s truck and Jamie’s car arrive. Jamie had Simon with him and David Alex.

            The four of them moved down the way and Trevor followed. “Hey guys.” he said creeping up behind them. “How’s it going chief.” David uttered. “I’m going to ask you one thing. Are you all ready?”

            “Ready as we’ll ever be.”

            “Alright then. Where’s Alan and Blaine?”

            “Alan will be along soon. I have no idea about Blaine.” Jamie said. “I’ll have to Tracebook him then.” Trev whipped out his phone and got on the application. He had to message him three times and he said he was already on the way. This was good. He had assembled everyone to take care of Azazel and put an end to all this misery. Life would go on, hopefully. The dusk was beginning to set after two hours. Blaine made it there safely, but soon it would be too late to back out.

            That’s when Trevor saw him. Up on the hill, standing beside a couple girls who seemed to be taken by him. Azazel was here for whatever reason and it occurred to him that this would be a horrible place to confront him. Maybe that’s what he had planned on. “There he is.” said Trevor. “Oh goodie.” Blaine retorted. This was the time for action and there was no leverage to break any rules that could have dire consequences. They’d just have to keep a low-profile. As he walked up to him, he put his hands in his pockets and strolled up the hill towards him. The others soon followed once they figured out who he was looking at.

            “Hello, Azazel.”

            “How are you Trevor?”

            “I’m fine, I think you know why I’m here.”

            “To kill me? How typical?”

            “No, well maybe so, but I came for something much worse.”

            “Okay then, try me.” He snapped his fingers and suddenly they were in a dark secluded room in the shape of a circle with brass moldings all over the walls. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Azazel said. “Where are we you monster?”

            “Well Don has his Origin. This is… my own personal hell.”

            “How do we get out?”

            “You don’t. We fight.”

            “Oh, so that’s your game is it?”

            “No. My game is that Belial set me up with this place for safe keeping and you’re safe keeping.”

            “Is that so, we’ll just see about that.”

            “Uh uh, not so fast. I just have one more thing to say to you. See you in hell.”

            He smiled a creepy unconvincing smile. It was at that moment that Trevor realized that Simon was not present. All the other intercessors had been zapped here but he hadn’t. It was time to put the whallop on Azazel. Azazel flew straight at Trevor without much time to think. Alex bombarded him with an energy explosion that knocked him back to his feet. David shot an energy burst at him but Azazel knocked it astray with a flick of his hand. Trevor went in for the kill.

            He pushed forward with Azazel smiling at him like a mad banshee. He wasn’t about to be deterred. To determine his next move would be next to impossible for Trevor had no time to react when he danced around him and kicked him in the back. Alan sent a beam flying at him and hit him in the back of the neck. He was unaffected, in fact he said, “That tickled.” And continued to beat on Trevor. Trevor was taking it hard and he spun around and punched Azazel right in the face. His nose bled and he said, “Ow, that really hurt.” And punched Trevor right back.

            This time Blaine stepped in, hand aglow red and tried to hack Azazel to death but was being dodged at every corner. At one point he almost got him, but he sliced through his clothing and ripped a hole in his shirt. “This was my favorite garb.” Azazel griped.