The city streets were unnervingly silent.
Windows glowed faintly with the red pulse, as though the light were seeping through the cracks. The hum of thousands of voices grew louder the deeper they traveled—no longer distant, no longer vague. It now throbbed beneath the pavement, vibrating up through their shoes.
Elara hugged her arms around herself.
“This place… it feels alive.”
Jonah muttered, holding his broken radio like a shield,
“Or possessed.”
The angel didn’t correct either of them.
Daniel felt something pulling him forward. Not physically—spiritually. Like a hand on his heart guiding him.
At the intersection ahead, the red glow brightened.
Something moved.
Daniel raised a hand, slowing the group.
A cluster of small figures stepped into the street.
Children.
Six of them, youngest around four, oldest maybe thirteen. They stood barefoot on the cracked pavement, eyes shimmering with the red pulse, faces expressionless.
Elara gasped softly. “Where are their parents?”
The angel spoke, voice low and weighted:
“They are the first to hear the awakening.”
Jonah whispered, “Hear what? That thing in the center of the city?”
Daniel’s stomach tightened.
“What have they heard?”
The children spoke in unison.
Not loudly.
Not angrily.
But with eerie calm—
as though their voices were a single sound.
“Come and see.”
Daniel felt the words hit him like a strike to the chest.
Elara grabbed his arm. “Don’t listen—something’s controlling them!”
But the angel held up a wing, slightly.
“No. Not controlling. Calling.”
Daniel stepped forward cautiously.
“Hey… what’s your name?” he asked the oldest girl.
She blinked slowly, eyes glowing crimson.
“We have no names here.”
Jonah whispered, “Oh, that’s comforting…”
The youngest child stepped forward—a little boy with tangled hair and dirty cheeks. He looked up at Daniel, and for the briefest moment, his eyes flickered blue instead of red.
A glimpse of the child underneath.
He whispered, voice trembling:
“We didn’t want to follow the red light… but it calls us in our dreams.”
Daniel knelt down, heart aching.
“What dreams?”
The child reached out—touching Daniel’s hand.
And Daniel was slammed into a vision.
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The Vision
The city burned red like molten glass.
Skyscrapers pulsed like hearts.
People wandered the streets aimlessly, their eyes glowing with the same crimson hue—
all walking toward the center.
Toward the light.
Toward something rising from beneath the earth.
Daniel saw its shape only in fragments—
horns like shadows,
wings made of smoke,
eyes like wells of hunger.
The creature stood on a cracked foundation,
drawing the city’s people like moths to a forbidden flame.
Its voice slithered through the air:
“Come and see what you desire.”
Daniel felt the seductive pull—
the temptation to know, to witness, to possess forbidden revelation.
But somewhere in the darkness, another voice whispered:
“Do not look.
Do not listen.
Only obey.”
The child’s hand slipped from Daniel’s.
The vision shattered.
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The Plea
Daniel gasped, falling back onto the pavement. Elara caught him before he hit the ground.
“Daniel! What happened? What did you see?”
He shook his head, breath ragged.
“Something is calling these children. Something at the center of the city. It’s using desire—curiosity—to draw them in.”
Jonah swallowed hard.
“So… what do we do?”
The angel stepped forward, wings slowly unfolding to their full height. The red glow shimmered against them like fire on glass.
“We free them.”
Daniel looked up. “How?”
The angel pointed to the children.
“Through obedience.”
Daniel stood, still shaky, and approached the children.
He looked into the eyes of the youngest boy—
the one who’d given him the vision.
A tear slipped down the child’s cheek as Daniel knelt before him.
“You don’t have to follow the red light,” Daniel said gently.
“You don’t belong to it.”
The child whispered, “But it says we do.”
Daniel took his hand.
“No. You belong to the One who calls you by name—even when you forget it.”
The boy’s eyes flickered again—red to blue, blue to red.
A struggle.
Elara stepped closer, voice shaking but firm.
“You’re not alone. We’re here. And we won’t let anything take you.”
Jonah dropped to one knee beside her, radio clutched to his chest.
“Kid… I don’t know much about God. But I know this—fear lies. Every time.”
The children trembled, the red in their eyes beginning to dim—
But then a harsh sound ripped through the air.
A low, guttural thrumming—
like the growl of something enormous awakening.
The ground shook.
The red pulse intensified, throbbing faster, more urgently.
The children gasped, eyes widening in terror—
Then turned their heads in unison toward the city center.
Toward the source.
Toward whatever was rising.
The angel’s voice thundered:
“It has sensed us.
The throne awakens.”
Daniel grabbed the boy’s shoulders.
“We have to get them out of here!”
The angel spread its wings wide, a shield of radiant fire.
“Then run. Now.”
Daniel took the boy’s hand.
Elara gathered two more.
Jonah grabbed the remaining three, struggling to hold them steady.
The ground shook harder—
cracks splitting across the pavement like veins of lightning.
The city roared.
And the children screamed as one:
“IT’S COMING!”
Daniel looked toward the heart of the city—
and saw the first hint of shape rising from the red-lit smoke.
He felt the call tug at his soul again.
But this time, he resisted.
“Hold on!” he shouted to the others.
And together—
prophet, watcher, skeptic, angel, and six terrified children—
they ran from the pulsing heart of a city awakening to judgment.
Divine Revelations 
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