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The Part 40 Undead
LAURENCEVILLE HIGH SCHOOL.
After school the four of us were already in this school environment. Not going inside, just waiting in the front yard of the school, close to the guard post. Roger's brother was chatting with the school security guard. We deliberately came to this school to find out who the other day was looking for me, even he seemed to know me. Or someone named Angelina Demitri.
This garden chair became where we waited for the man. Bintang already told him that we are going to this school. We were curious, really, not just about him knowing me, having my picture, or all about me, not just because of that, but because he mentioned Dagon's name back then. The Dagon we met in the Land of Borneo, we believe he also knows what and who Dagon is.
"Bryan!" kak Bintang screams waved to the crowd who had just walked out of the school hallway. The person in question then returned the wave of the hand, said goodbye to his friend and approached us.
"Hey, sorry old, there is usually little business" Brian said as he shook the hands of Kak Bintang and others. As she looked at me, her eyes looked deep and implied something. This certainly makes me a bit uncomfortable, and angst at him.
"When are you back?" ask the three men in front of me.
"Yesterday. Oh yes, know this Nabila, Bil he's called Bryan," said Kak Rayi began the conversation. I was originally sitting in a chair, then stood up and tried to give a good impression to this man in front of me.
"Hi, Brother Bryan, I ...."
"Hi Angelina, finally met you too." The four of us were certainly a little surprised and a bit clumsy with the situation.
"I'm sorry, I'm Nabila, not Angelina."
"No, you're Angelina. Come with me now," he asked. We followed him and he took us to his residence. Quite far away from the city, I even initially thought he lived in one of the luxury residential complexes, but as we followed him he continued walking to the mountainous area which was quite far from the city.
Bryan rode a private motorcycle, while we continued to follow behind him. We arrived at a luxurious house that was the only one standing in this neighborhood. The gate opened automatically, Bryan immediately entered and parked his motorbike near the door of the mansion.
"Yuk, come in," he asked. The door of the house was opened, then a magnificent house was seen in front of us now. "Just a minute, yeah, change clothes first. What do you want to drink?" tanyakanya.
"Anything, Yan. If it can be cold - cold."
"okay."
We waited in the living room, quite entertained as there were some unique items in this room. The collection of paintings seems to have the deepest history and emotions when painting them. I'm interested in a painting that looks familiar. A man in a battle robe looked authoritative in the painting.
"Well, you pinter judge the artwork, Bill," praised Brother Roger who now stands close to me.
"It looks like someone, but who, huh?"
"Who? Bokap lu? A little cool, the muscles, but the face is different a lot of times," he said.
"Not yet."
"Keep who?"
"Forgot!"
Brother Roger is still observing the painting, Brother Rayi then approached us and involved with this discussion.
"What the hell on," Kak Bintang interfered with this conversation. Everyone is trying to guess the object. Until finally Kak Rayi pointed at the bottom corner of the painting.
"Oh yes. Name's unique. Wirasena Ganendra Gardapati? Uh, very classic. This pure java people. Must have been a soldier of war in the past" said Kak Bintang.
"Old sorry." Brother Bryan appeared from the inside carrying a tray containing several glasses that looked cold from the outside.
We turned and sat on the sofa in the middle of the room. "Drink first."
The hot weather made us drink the drink immediately. The lychee-flavored ice syrup is refreshing.
"So why did Brother Bryan call me by that name?" many spontaneous. It didn't feel like it would linger long to hear that explanation from his mouth.
Bryan looked at me inside. Then he took a box that was on the nightstand corner of the room.
"I don't know, if suppose you won't believe the same story that I'm about to tell you. But this is what really happened."
"...." - ".All silence does not want to cut what Bryan's sister is about to say.
"There used to be a battle between angels and demons. Where Azazil led an army to attack the angels. Until - to make the world jolt g dog with the effect. Long story short, there is a prophecy, where Azazil will lose if he faces a female witch named Angelina Demitri. He was a great wizard of his time. Azazil mobilized all his troops to search for the witch. Until finally, he found it. Angelina in the husk, not immediately killed by Azazil. Because there was no way he could kill Angelina. Until finally, Azazil discovered the woman's weakness. His daughter. Azazil captivated Angelina's daughter, enslaving her until the girl died in a terrible way. Angelina was wrathful, and blew up the place, killing countless demons and devils. But Azazil did not die, only confined in an eternal confinement. Until finally a few years ago, he was free, but died right then and there."
"Why didn't Angelina kill him? Just shutting it up?" my many.
"Yes, because if that happens, the balance of nature will be broken. Azazil's death was not the right answer. Because now is the impact. When the Azazil is destroyed, there will be another race that will rise. They are called Undead. A creature that can never die. One of his followers was Dagon. I'm sure you've met him, indirectly."
"So we have to kill Dagon?"
"Yes, right, and that race. But ... That was really hard. Do you know why that race is called the Undead?"
We shakes.
"As the name implies, the race will not be able to die. The sky is chaotic there. War is in the sky, and it will be on the earth. When the angels descend there will be a great battle on earth, and our duty ... Must stop that battle before it gets to earth!"
"Blesson, who the hell are you, Yan? Why do you know all this?" ask Brother Roger.
"Gue's? One of the descendants of the Nephilim. Not real blood, but there's Nephilim blood in me. Since all the Nephilim were destroyed, angels and demons alike pursued them. Only a few of the original Nephilim descendants survived. And it's our job, to protect the earth from that battle."
"Keep Nabila ...." Rayi did not continue his sentence.
"Gue was sure, she was the reincarnation of Angelina Demitri. The proof of his face is exactly the same. Look at this book." The box he had been holding was opened, then an ancient book he had given us. "That's Angelina's book. There are many spells to paralyze any demon in this world."
"Sister Bryan said, Undead can't be killed, so what should we do. Then where are they now."
"Undead was buried in deep soil. But Dagon was trying to open the iron trellis to get them all out. Dagon is a loyal follower. But Dagon is not just 1. They live in colonies."
"So we have to stop Dagon from opening the Undead's grave?"
"Yes. Right."." Right."