Continued from Part 11
Prologue
All of us turn South, seeking the Voice which interrupted our tableau, here in the Box of Hades:
- Eve, Queen of the Damned
- Minerva, her Champion
- Aphrodite and Artemis, my Advocates
- Myself, the Son of Adam
We gaze toward the far horizon, where Eve’s Multitude had wreaked their vengeance upon Adam.
I am sure it is not his Voice we just heard.
I cannot place it; though it did sound familiar.
Movement stirs at the very limits of our vision.
A pale blue light, in sharp contrast to the dim red glow of our surroundings.
I think I catch a glimpse of one like a Son of Man