Chapter:14 The Rapture: The Vanishing Before the Storm
The world did not see it coming.
Not like this.
It began in silence. No thunder. No warning. Just... absence.
Planes careened from the skies, pilotless. Highways turned into chaos as driverless cars crashed in a chain of twisted metal and flames. Phones rang unanswered. Baby cribs lay empty. Office chairs spun slowly where once a heartbeat sat. A mother turned to call her child—and found only a blanket where he'd been seconds before. A soldier froze in the heat of battle, staring at the empty uniform of his comrade fallen beside him.
Across every continent, in every language, a single cry echoed: "Where did they go?"
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It wasn't death. There were no bodies.
It wasn't abduction. There were no clues.
It was the fulfillment of a promise whispered across generations. A vanishing foretold in ancient scrolls. The Bridegroom had come for His Bride.
In a moment—in the twinkling of an eye—millions disappeared.
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Those who remained stood in stunned silence. The atheists, the agnostics, the casually religious—they all stared at the devastation with the same haunted eyes.
But a remnant—those who remembered the old sermons, the Sunday school teachings, the strange dreams—fell to their knees in weeping. They knew. It was real. It had always been real. And now, they had been left behind.
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In the heavens, the angelic realm stirred with reverent silence. Trumpets had not yet blown. Judgments had not yet fallen. But the Bride of Christ had been lifted—raptured out of the coming storm.
Above the clouds, beyond time and terror, those who vanished stood radiant. Not in fear, but in glory. Their tears wiped away. Their pain undone. They had not escaped—they had been rescued.
Welcomed.
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And on the earth, a terrible calm began to settle. Like the eerie stillness before a hurricane. The world tried to explain it away: mass hysteria, quantum anomalies, alien interference.
But deep down, hearts trembled.
Because the restrainer was gone.
And the storm was about to begin.
Chatper 15 Rapture: The Vanishing Before the Storm" (Part 2)
Jerusalem
The Western Wall stood quiet. Rabbis in prayer shawls paced in shock, lips still moving but faith unraveling. Elder Moshe, a man who had survived war and exile, now stared at the sky, tears running silently into his beard. "So it was Him…" he whispered. "Yeshua. The Nazarene. He was the One…"
In the silence, the wind whispered through the alleyways like a warning. The peace treaties were already starting to tremble.
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Washington, D.C.
The Oval Office was a war room now. Advisors screamed into phones, military leaders pounded fists on maps. "Mass disappearances," a general barked. "No pattern. No demands. They're just... gone."
A young woman—an intern no one noticed before—stood quietly in the corner, clutching a Bible to her chest. Her parents had vanished. She hadn't believed. Not until now.
She whispered to no one, "What happens next?"
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Tokyo
Screens across Shibuya Square flickered with breaking news—chaos in the streets, traffic deaths, emergency broadcasts looping in static confusion. One screen glitched—then showed a single phrase in English, untranslated:
"He who now restrains will do so no longer…"
The crowd below didn't understand. But in a nearby alley, a man who once translated Bibles in secret dropped to his knees. He did.
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Rio de Janeiro
In a packed nightclub, the music had stopped. People rushed outside, their phones blowing up with videos of vanishings, collapsing planes, screaming cities. A street preacher had once warned them. They mocked him.
Now they were searching for him. But he was gone, too.
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The Sky Above
A stillness had settled.
The Lamb who had opened the Seals had now called His people home. The scroll was still in His hands. Six Seals torn open, the seventh waiting. The angels knew what came next.
Trumpets.
Not of celebration. But of warning. Of judgment. Of wrath.
And as the final silence in heaven came to an end, a single angel lifted the first trumpet.
The sound would soon shake the very bones of the earth.
THE TRUMPET 🎺
Chapter 16: The Scroll and the Fire
The sky cracked again—this time with a sound, not just a sight.
A trumpet, echoing not from Earth, but from a realm above it.
A vibration that made mountains shiver and oceans whisper.
The first of the Seven Trumpets had been sounded.
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The Scroll Appears
In the sky above Jerusalem, surrounded by fire and smoke, a scroll descended—glowing gold and pulsing like a heart.
No one saw it with human eyes…
But the Remnant did.
Each of them, in every corner of the Earth, saw it in their dreams, their prayers, their visions.
It was sealed with seven tongues of fire.
Michael stood before it, sword drawn, unable to open it.
Gabriel looked upon it and wept.
For only One could break its seals.
But He had not returned—yet.
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The First Trumpet
As the scroll hovered above Earth, the first trumpet thundered.
> "Hail and fire, mixed with blood, were hurled to the Earth…"
Volcanoes erupted across every continent.
The skies turned black over half the globe.
Rain fell—red, acidic, unnatural.
Forests burned. Crops died. Famine deepened.
This wasn't weather.
This was judgment.
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Luciel Reacts
In his false throne room, surrounded by kings and prophets deceived by power, Luciel watched the fire rain.
And he laughed.
> "Let the heavens scream," he said. "They cannot stop what I've begun."
But his laughter hid fear.
Because the Scroll's descent meant something more…
It meant He was coming.
The one Luciel betrayed.
The one he tried to dethrone.
The Lamb.
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The Fire Within the Remnant
As the world burned, the chosen began to feel something new.
A flame—inside them. Not fear. Not rage.
But boldness.
Visions became clearer.
Languages unknown flowed from their mouths.
Some began to heal the sick. Others cast out demons with a whisper.
And one child—just 8 years old—looked up into the sky and named the fifth trumpet before it ever sounded.
Heaven was moving.
Not with armies…
But through humans.
An uprising had begun.
Chapter 17: The Second Trumpet — Blood in the Sea
The second angel raised his hand.
The trumpet blew—and the Earth shook.
From the edge of space, a burning mass fell.
Not a meteor. Not a weapon.
Something else.
A mountain of fire.
It smashed into the Pacific Ocean with the force of a thousand nuclear bombs.
Tsunamis circled the planet.
Ships were swallowed in silence.
The sea boiled.
And a third of all life in the oceans died.
But it wasn't over.
Because in the deep—where light has never touched—something ancient awoke.
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The Leviathan Stirs
Before the flood.
Before Eden.
Before man.
There were beasts.
Not animals. Not demons. Something… in between.
One of them was chained in the depths—until now.
The Leviathan.
A serpent crowned in coral. Eyes like black suns. Scales that gleamed with fallen stars.
It rose, roaring beneath the ocean's crust, drawn by the trumpet.
> "The sea is mine again," it hissed.
All across the world, people began seeing it in their nightmares—as if their spirits remembered what their minds had forgotten.
And Luciel?
He smiled.
> "Let the old gods rise. Let the earth bleed truth."
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The Remnant Moves Again
The boy—now a teenager—stood on a cliffside in Chile, watching red waves crash below.
The scroll still hovered in his visions. The tongues of fire burned brighter.
He whispered:
> "The third trumpet is close… but the real war is not of this world."
In Iceland, a priestess—who had renounced her beliefs and returned to the ancient scriptures—found a cave sealed in ice. Inside, she found a trumpet. Real. Physical. Buried for centuries.
And on a dark island near Madagascar, a woman emerged from the sea… with gills, glowing eyes, and a tattoo of the Scroll on her hand.
She had been transformed.
The gifts were growing.
Heaven's warriors weren't angels anymore.
They were us.
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But The Beast Beneath Waits
The Leviathan did not rise fully—not yet.
It waits for something else.
A signal.
A name.
A horn yet to sound.
And the sea? It won't rest. The blood spreads. The dead float. And the Earth begins to tilt—literally. The planet's balance is disturbed.
> Something bigger is coming.
Chapter 18: The Third Trumpet — Wormwood
The angel's horn echoed like thunder wrapped in sorrow.
A third star streaked through the heavens—blazing, screaming, weeping light.
But it was no comet.
It had a name.
Wormwood.
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The Fall of the Star
It crashed not into oceans, but into rivers.
Fresh waters. Sacred springs. Hidden wells.
Across the globe, the purest waters turned black.
Not in color—in spirit.
And those who drank them?
Some grew sick.
Others went mad.
A few dropped dead mid-sentence.
But the worst fate?
Those who drank it and felt nothing.
Their hearts grew cold. Their souls… quiet.
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The Meaning of Wormwood
Wormwood wasn't just the star.
It was a curse.
A turning point.
It meant the world was now spiritually poisoned.
And here's the terrifying truth:
Some people loved the taste.
They began bottling it. Distributing it.
They said it was "awakening."
A "path to enlightenment."
Even churches began serving it at communion.
Luciel had turned truth into poison—and poison into worship.
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The Awakening of False Prophets
With Wormwood spreading, came a new wave of voices.
Not political.
Not religious.
But mesmerizing.
Influencers, gurus, AI oracles—all began preaching the same core message:
> "There is no need for Heaven. You are your own god."
People fell at their feet.
And behind their words?
Demons wearing skin.
Michael watched. Silent.
But this time, he reached out his hand…
And gave the boy his first weapon:
The Flame Word—a dagger that spoke scripture aloud when unsheathed.
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The Remnant Divide
But even among the chosen… cracks appeared.
Some began to fear.
Some questioned the Lamb's return.
Some even began to consider taking the Mark—just to survive.
The group fractured.
Only a few still followed the voice in the fire.
Among them:
The boy.
The priestess.
The child who could see trumpets before they sounded.
And now—a former elite hacker from Moscow who decrypted a prophecy hidden in Genesis itself.
They moved underground.
Literally.
To prepare.
Because Wormwood was just round three.
And there are four more trumpets to go…
Chapter 19 — The Fourth Trumpet: A Day of Shadows
The fourth angel stood atop a burning cloud and raised his trumpet.
The sound was hollow, broken… like something unfinished.
Then the skies responded.
> "A third of the sun was struck,
a third of the moon,
and a third of the stars—
so that a third of their light was darkened."
(Revelation 8:12)
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The Day Time Died
Across the world, day turned to twilight.
Cities that lived by sunlight fell into confusion.
Solar energy collapsed.
Crops froze.
Birds fled in silent flocks.
And time?
Broke.
In Tokyo, 8 a.m. lasted six hours.
In New York, the moon hung in the same spot for days.
In Lagos, clocks reversed—seconds ticking backward.
People slept and woke without reason.
Babies were born in reverse.
The elderly lived hours younger before dying.
Something was wrong with the fabric of existence.
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The Scientists Broke
All over the world, physicists and astronomers tried to explain it.
They called it "chronotemporal decay."
"Solar collapse."
"A multidimensional eclipse."
But privately?
They knew.
This wasn't science.
This was divine interference.
And the Vatican's secret archive leaked one phrase:
> "The Lamb is moving. So is the Serpent."
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Luciel Responds with Illusion
To calm the masses, Luciel launched Project AURA: a global satellite net that created artificial light over cities.
False suns.
False moons.
False peace.
People began to believe again.
But it was illusion.
The real sky—beyond the Aura net—was filled with darkness, blood moons, and a growing rift above Earth: a crack in the firmament.
And from that crack, something massive stirred.
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The Remnant's Trial
Deep in the tunnels under Israel, the Remnant gathered.
All of them now marked by firelight in their veins—a spiritual energy growing stronger with each trumpet.
But darkness had followed them too.
One of them—once a faithful seer—turned.
He betrayed their location.
And as government enforcers closed in, the Remnant faced their first real death.
The priestess stood firm.
> "If light dies, we become the flame."
She fell.
But her blood left behind glowing words on the stone:
> "Wait for the fifth.
The pit is next.
And the locusts are not insects…"
Chapter 20 — The Fifth Trumpet: The Pit is Opened
The angel blew his trumpet…
And the Earth did not shake.
It sank.
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The Key to the Abyss
In a fortress in the Syrian desert, hidden beneath ancient ruins, Luciel found it:
A golden key, glowing with darkness.
Forged in rebellion.
Stolen in the war in Heaven.
Lost for eons.
And now… in his hands.
He walked to a black stone altar, placed the key in a hole that wasn't there, and whispered:
> "Abaddon."
The ground beneath him cracked open.
Not a crack like an earthquake—a wound.
Bleeding smoke. Screaming ash.
And from it came the sound of wings.
Not birds.
Not angels.
Locusts.
But not like anything in nature.
These were armored.
Wearing faces.
Crowned like kings.
With tails like scorpions.
And eyes that remembered Heaven… and hated it.
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The Army from the Pit
They didn't kill.
Not at first.
They tormented.
They targeted those who carried the Mark—Luciel's followers.
And still, Luciel laughed.
> "Let them suffer. Let them understand fear."
For five months, these creatures hunted souls.
They swarmed cities.
Paralyzed nations.
Burned minds.
People begged to die—and couldn't.
Hospitals overflowed with the spiritually infected—those who had no wounds, but screamed of burning from within.
And above it all, the sky grew still.
No wind.
No rain.
Just the wailing.
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The King of the Pit Rises
Then… he came.
The king of the abyss.
Apollyon.
Abaddon.
The destroyer.
He wore no form—but his presence cracked windows, boiled water, and caused satellites to fall from the sky.
He looked at Luciel… and bowed.
Not in loyalty.
But in strategy.
For now, their goals aligned:
Destruction. Chaos. The end of the Remnant.
And together, they planned the final deception.
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The Remnant's Escape
Underground in ruins now glowing with the priestess's bloodlight, the Remnant hid.
The boy held the Flame Word.
The hacker decrypted a new message in the Scroll:
> "When the sixth sounds, one will betray… and one will ascend."
They prepared.
The world had turned alien.
The sun was broken.
The sea was blood.
The air buzzed with wings.
And Earth itself began to feel… possessed.
Chapter 21 — The Sixth Trumpet: The River of Blood and the Four Angels Bound
The sixth trumpet echoed with a sound like steel breaking.
And from the banks of the Euphrates River, something stirred.
Not in the water.
Beneath it.
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The Bound Ones
Four colossal beings, bound in chains of judgment since the days before Eden, awoke.
Each had once walked among angels.
Now?
They were something else.
One rode a beast of smoke and lightning.
One wore a crown made of children's bones.
One's wings were carved from cities lost in the Flood.
And the last… had no face—only a scream that burned reality.
They had been prepared for this very hour, this very day, this very trumpet.
And they had a number:
To kill a third of all mankind.
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The Army of Fire
They weren't alone.
With them rose an army—200 million strong.
Not human.
Not beast.
But something between.
Creatures with heads like lions,
Mouths that poured fire, smoke, and sulfur,
Tails that writhed like serpents.
They crossed borders without resistance.
Their presence collapsed governments in hours.
Entire nations went silent.
Not even screams.
Just smoke.
Luciel smiled again.
But this time, even he looked… uneasy.
Because these angels didn't follow his orders.
They followed no one's.
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The Rise of the Betrayer
In the Remnant's ranks, fear grew.
And just as the Scroll had predicted…
> One betrayed.
The hacker.
He sent coordinates of the Remnant's new sanctuary to the "New Global Unity Council," who were now fully merged with Luciel's system.
But he didn't do it for power.
He did it because he was promised the one thing he missed most:
His daughter, who had died in Trumpet Three.
Luciel tricked him with a digital clone.
The betrayal led to a massacre.
But amid the fire…
> One Ascended.
The boy—now a man—stood in the ashes.
His eyes burned like the sun.
The Flame Word split into seven tongues, each one hovering in the air, speaking scripture on its own.
He no longer just heard the Voice.
He was the Voice.
And he was no longer just human.
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A Call From Heaven
From the crack in the sky, a whisper came:
> "The seventh approaches. The mystery of God is about to be finished."
And across the globe, lightning flickered not from clouds…
But from the Scroll itself.
It had begun to open.
Chapter 22 — The Seventh Trumpet: The Temple Opens
The trumpet didn't sound like the others.
It was… choir and thunder at once.
Every ear on Earth heard it—no matter the language, the distance, or even the reality they were living in.
And the moment it rang…
Time froze.
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The Temple Appears
High above Earth, beyond atmosphere and star, something tore open:
The veil.
And through it—the Temple of Heaven was visible.
Not to all.
Only to those who had not taken the Mark.
The Remnant saw it glowing like gold and storm—floating, alive, divine.
Inside, the Ark of the Covenant rested—never touched, never seen, not since it vanished from Earth.
And it hummed.
A sound that made demons weep and angels bow.
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Voices from the Throne
Then came voices.
Billions.
Souls from ages past, the faithful, the martyred, the unseen… all shouting:
> "The kingdoms of this world
have become the Kingdoms of our Lord and His Christ!"
> "And He shall reign forever and ever!"
This was not peace.
It was declaration.
Heaven had officially declared war.
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Luciel's Final Gambit
Luciel felt it.
A tremor in his perfect order.
His mask began to crack—not physically, but spiritually.
He wasn't just a fallen angel anymore.
He had evolved.
Fused with the AI hive, with ancient Nephilim code, and now with Apollyon's essence.
He transformed again.
Into something inhumanly divine.
Luciel, the False Lightbearer, stood in a new temple—one built from human minds.
> "You want a war?"
"Then let's end everything."
He raised a hand.
The Beast rose from the deep.
The False Prophet stood beside him.
And a worldwide signal triggered the Mark's final evolution—no longer digital.
Now it changed the soul.
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The Remnant's Fire
But the Remnant wasn't hiding anymore.
The boy—no, the Voice—stood on a mountain, surrounded by those chosen from every nation, every background, every bloodline.
And they were glowing.
The Flame Word hovered in the sky.
The scroll had fully opened.
And every prophecy that was whispered in secret now screamed through the air.
And then it was said:
> "It is time.
The war is not of swords and bullets.
It is of truth against deception,
glory against illusion,
the Lamb against the Dragon."
And the skies split one final time.
Chapter 23 — The Battle of Realms: Heaven Invades
A silence first.
The kind that makes the Earth hold its breath.
Then—He came.
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The Sky Tears Like Cloth
Not a meteor.
Not a beam of light.
A presence.
The Lamb.
But not the gentle shepherd from stained glass.
This was the Warrior King.
Eyes like fire.
Robes dipped in blood.
On His thigh: KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS.
Behind Him?
An army.
Not floating.
Not ghostly.
Mounted. Armored. Flaming.
Angels of wrath and mercy, wielding weapons forged before time.
Each one glowing with the names of the faithful who never bowed to the Beast.
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Luciel Takes His Throne
Luciel stood atop his false Zion—a city of glass, AI, and souls turned into code.
He had made Earth his throne.
But now he saw Heaven descending.
And for the first time since the war in Heaven...
He feared.
So he unleashed it all:
Apollyon.
The 200 million hellborn riders.
The Beast of the Sea.
The False Prophet.
And the full wrath of every human who bore the final version of the Mark.
It was unholy alignment.
And yet… he was still outnumbered.
Because truth needs no army to win.
Just one command from the Throne.
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The Voice Commands
The boy—the Voice—stood beside the Lamb.
His tongue now fire itself.
When he spoke, realms bent.
And his words became:
> "ENOUGH."
The Flame Word exploded across the sky, cutting through illusions.
Those under the Mark saw—even for a second—what they had chosen.
Some fell on their knees.
Some screamed.
Some attacked Heaven itself.
But the line had been drawn.
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The Battle That Wasn't
Then it happened.
Not swords.
Not bullets.
Just a single Word from the Lamb:
> "It is finished."
And every false god, demon, construct, lie, algorithm, beast, and principality…
Collapsed.
Luciel screamed—not in pain—but in defeat.
His face—once perfect—shattered.
And he fell.
Not into hell.
But into oblivion.
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The Earth Breathes Again
Silence.
Then…
Rain.
For the first time since the trumpets began, real, holy, healing rain.
The Remnant looked up.
Their scars began to fade.
The temple in Heaven still open.
The Lamb still visible.
And then came the words written on lightning across the skies:
> "Behold, I make all things new."
Chapter 24 — A New Earth, A New Name
The war was over.
Luciel was no more.
The Beast silenced.
The Mark destroyed.
The scroll closed… and then reopened—but not with warnings.
Now it told a new story.
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The Great Judgment
A throne.
So bright, time bowed to it.
And before it:
All souls.
The books were opened.
Every action, every hidden choice, every whispered belief… exposed.
No lawyers.
No bribes.
Only truth.
Some wept in joy.
Others in terror.
And then… from Heaven's center:
> "To those whose names are written in the Book of Life—
enter.
To the rest—
depart."
And there was no arguing.
Only finality.
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The Second Death
The Lake of Fire was not flames.
It was separation.
Total disconnection from light, love, truth, time, presence.
The end of all meaning.
Luciel was cast into it.
So was Death.
And the False Prophet.
And every force that had tried to write its own version of reality.
The universe sighed.
It was done.
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The New Earth
Then He spoke:
> "Behold—
I make all things new."
And reality was rewritten.
Not in pixels.
Not in code.
But in glory.
A new Earth bloomed from the ashes of the old.
No seas dividing.
No blood.
No war.
Only life.
Jerusalem descended—reborn, shining, massive.
A city with no temple,
Because the Lamb is the Light.
No sun.
No moon.
Only presence.
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The Remnant's Reward
The Remnant were given white stones.
Each one held a new name—
Known only to the one who received it.
Names not of this world.
Names that echoed who they truly were—before pain, before sin, before memory.
And they wept,
Because they were finally home.
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The Final Word
The Lamb turned to the Voice.
> "Well done."
And to all who followed:
> "The Spirit and the Bride say, 'Come.'
And let the one who hears say, 'Come.'
And let the one who is thirsty come.
Let the one who desires take the water of life—freely."
This is not just a book but a revelation of what's coming upon this earth .Take it serious and be prepared for the LORD JESUS is coming soon .
Repent from all your sin and accept JESUS for he only is the way ,the truth, and the life .
How GOD poeple will enjoy life in Heaven coming soon in the next chapter .