And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth. And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to everything that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat: and it was so. And God saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day. Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.
(Senester): My cherubs…you have beheld the events of Blood, Sweat and Tears…you know have followed the word…even still I see in your eyes the wonder of what Adam and Eve have to do with this.
A young boy in the front row raises his hand.
(Boy): My lord…I don’t understand.
(Senester): It is an oxymoron. It is current history. The free will of man is that which destines him for greatness or dooms him for disaster. I have initiated my best efforts. I have made awards with the utmost precision and care. I have taken and absorbed the expense of mans ignorance, his distrust, his amateur dreams, his defiance, his self-righteousness. I have given him the keys to the kingdom, and watched him fumble at the lock. I have given him answers and listened to him strain his recollection of the very question before them.
(Girl): Master…you spoke of protecting people, why not just let them suffer.
(Senester): They must be given a choice. Wounds must hurt if they can heal. A heart must be broken before it knows what love truly is. Blood, Sweat and Tears was an end; it was a beginning, and it was a middle to various works. I alone see the horizon from the heavens, and I weep for the souls of man. I weep for those who must endure the weight of their decisions. I have been benevolent in my offerings, yet man boos me, he refuses me, he rebukes me, he takes greedily from me. The fountain of Gods generosity has run dry, drained by mans greed, his sins, I can help them no more. I offer but one way out. He / She who solve the riddle shall reap its reward. In essene…today cherubs is the seventh day. The day of rest, of reflection. Tomorrow you will continue your missions…Megiddo awaits. That will be all for today.
The cathedral begins to empty of its hundreds and Senester exits the pulpit. Outside a limo is waiting and within the hour he is in the air heading back to Los Angeles, when his cell rings.
(Senester): Ahhh…Mr. President…I was expecting your call.
(??????): Mahmoud…please. Just Mahmoud to you. I understand we must celebrate.
(Senester): Our men simply did their jobs. There is little cause to celebrate.
(President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad): Then back to business.
(Senester): The construction?
(President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad): Near completion. Approximately a month, by your Western New Year. What is this summit I’ve heard of… I am disappointed that our people could not serve you further in your “other” ventures.
(Senester): It’s a matter of geography, that unfortunately Iran does not meet. Prime Minister Kan, Governor General Bryce will attend the summit where I intend to finalize the arrangements.
(President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad): And this riddle…you have online. What is it? What is the answer, I must know.
(Senester): It is the first of several, and I’m afraid, you must decipher it for yourself. I’ll be in touch.
Senester flips his phone closed and leans his head back, closing his eyes to get some rest. Hours later within the confines of Dark Horse Towers, before going to his office, before getting medical treatment for his injuries from Blood, Sweat and Tears he is a room of glistening black marble. An altar-like slab is in the center of the room with an inscription engraved upon it. Senester runs his fingers across it a fiendish smile on his face.
(Senester): The pages Parker retrieved in Cairo helped restore the original verse. The old woman Zakaria thought she could hide it from me, just like that insignificant little nothing thought that burning the book would stop me…nothing can stop me. Nothing and no one!
Senester walks out of the room, and staff are waiting for him.
(Woman): We’ve prepared everything in sequential or as you asked my lord…they are just waiting for your reply.
Senester turns his head back towards the black marble room and smiles.
(Senester): Inform the lab I will be there shortly….and tell them to suspend the Parker Project…Project LS2-TW1 is top priority…..and activate the first riddle. Let’s see who, if anyone gets a blessing.
Senester makes his way down the hall towards the elevator and the scene fades to black and the first riddle is activated.
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