John Lyman - The Secret Chapel

The others backed as far as they could into a space under the rock slab while Father Leo continued to pray. They tried to shout for Leo to move away from the tunnel, but their words were lost in the churning wind and deafening shrieks of the entity. The wreckage of the backhoe blocked their way out, and the thing in the tunnel blocked their way forward.

Leo braced himself before the entity, watching it flicker and change shape like something from another dimension trying to enter the earth plane. A wall of heat struck Leo and the others, causing them to shield their faces with their hands. The howling intensified as the group grew more terrified by the second.

Leo had been frozen by fear with the knowledge that the thing was most likely a demon, but he continued to pray. He was gripped with the Jesuit warrior’s desire to fight in God’s name. The thing was advancing. It was almost in front of him when he pulled a small bottle of holy water from his shirt pocket and began to sprinkle it against the walls of the cave. He then began tossing handfuls of the liquid directly at the thing. The water hissed as it struck the entity, and the howling abruptly stopped. The red light began to fade, and the temperature started to return to normal.

Leo saw that the thing in the tunnel was gone. Whatever it was had disappeared into the gloom beyond. The wind outside began to calm, and the black clouds above evaporated into the dusty blue sky. In the sunlight filtering down from above, only silence surrounded the team at the bottom of the cavern.

“Leo! John! Can anyone hear me?” It was Lev shouting again on the radio. “The clouds just vanished. The wind stopped. Is everyone OK down there?”

Alon spoke into his radio. “We’re all in one piece, Lev. Can you have Nava fire up the helicopter and have them lower a line to us. We’re going to have to dig ourselves out around the backhoe.”

“We’re sending the second team down to help you. Hang on,” Lev shouted.

The four leaned against the wall and tried to steady their breathing. They had all clearly been terrified. Brushing the sand from their hair and clothing, the group paused to examine each other for injuries. There was no doubt in any of their minds that they had just encountered a supernatural being. It was a malevolent force that none of them ever imagined existed in reality. It not only existed, but they had seen it with their own eyes. It had appeared right in front of them and tried to harm them.

Father Leo continued to hold his cross in his outstretched hands, watching the entrance of the tunnel for any sign of a return by the entity. Within minutes, the team from above had reached the cavern floor and had cleared a way around the backhoe to reach the shaken group.

Soon, Nava had the big, gray Blackhawk positioned over the gaping hole. She watched the paramedic begin winching both teams onboard and glanced at the temperature gauges in the cockpit. “Let’s get everyone out of there as soon as possible. I think that sandstorm did something to the engines; they’re starting to overheat.”

The helicopter hovered overhead until both teams had been hoisted out of the cavern. Nava then angled it away and streaked for the camp while keeping a close eye on the gauges.

John grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Ariella. “You’re shaking.”

“So are you … I think we all are,” Ariella replied through chattering teeth. “It’s over a hundred degrees out there … why are we so cold?”

Moshe and the medic grabbed more blankets and wrapped them around the others. “You’re in shock,” the medic said. “I want you all to go directly into the medical tent when we land. You need rest and fluids.”

As Nava and Gabriella guided the big chopper toward its landing pad in camp, the medic took Leo’s pulse and frowned before hooking him up to a cardiac monitor. “What did you guys see down there?”

Leo pressed his fingers to his temples and stared at the floor. “A demon.”

The medic turned pale. The eyes of the other members of the rescue team grew wide as they involuntarily recoiled. A demon? Lev studied the priest. “Did you say … a demon , Father?”

“Yes. At first it looked like an old woman covered in black robes, but the eyes … they weren’t human … I saw glimpses … glimpses of a winged beast when it changed shape.”

Moshe looked shaken. “It changed shape? You’ve got to be kidding.”

Everyone grew silent, but the image of the thing in the tunnel continued to dominate the thoughts of those who had seen it. Had they really just uncovered an ancient nest inhabited by one of humanity’s oldest enemies? The shaken medic reached into his bag and pulled out a plastic bottle filled with capsules. “The doctor just looked at Father Leo’s heart rate on telemetry and wants him to take a sedative.” Leo shook his head and pushed the medication away.

Lev reached out and put his hand on Leo’s shoulder. “No arguments right now, Father. Doctor’s orders. You’ve just been through a terrible ordeal, and I feel partially responsible. I should have seen something like this happening.”

“You can’t blame yourself, Lev. There’s no way you could have known what was down there. That thing we saw in the tunnel was very powerful … I’m sure we only witnessed a fraction of its power … and it plays tricks with people’s minds.” The priest watched the surface of the desert slide beneath the open door as the helicopter skimmed the earth. “We all knew we were in the vicinity of an area claimed by Satan. He’s still protecting something of great value to him … and he knows we have come for it. Based on what we saw today, I don’t think there’s any question that we’re dealing with a demon, a very powerful demon left by Satan to guard whatever’s down in that cave. The tunnel is the way in, and I suspect that the object we are looking for is located somewhere past the spot where we encountered the entity.”

“What about the Bible code?” John asked. “Has anyone come up with any new information about this area since we arrived?”

“Daniel and Moshe have both been working nonstop,” Lev said. “It’s like the code has become a black hole when it comes to encoded messages about the forces we are up against out here.”

With shaking hands, Leo lifted a bottle of water to his lips and took some large gulps. “We’ve got to keep looking … there’s bound to be something. If we want to have any advantage at all over that thing guarding the tunnel, we’ll need to know more before we go back down there. I mean … we still don’t even know what we’re looking for.”

Camp the dog was barking furiously beside the landing pad when the helicopter swooped in and touched down. He ran beneath the whirling blades and scratched at the sides until the door slid open and he saw Ariella inside shaking uncontrollably. He began to whimper and followed along behind the team, refusing to leave their sides as they entered the medical tent. Still cold, Ariella picked up the worried dog and held him in her lap. The dog seemed to have a calming effect on her and the shaking slowly ceased as her body temperature returned to normal.

The only member of the team who required medical attention was Father Leo. He was showing pronounced symptoms of dehydration, prompting the doctor to start an IV and give him fluids intravenously. He remained resting on a cot with his eyes closed while Ariella quietly led Camp outside and motioned for John and Alon to follow.

Away from the confines of the tent, they breathed in the fresh air and felt the warmth of the sun against their bodies. Life was a gift … and no one had to tell them how fortunate they were to still be able to enjoy it.

John brushed the hair back off his forehead as they headed for the mess tent. “After what we just saw, I think this might be a good time to bring up the fact that I’ve been having strong dreams about a dark storm over the desert since I arrived in the Holy Land.”