This action thriller will catch you right from the beginning. Human cloning is strictly prohibited, or so we thought. This is the story of Dr. Julius Hansen, renowned scientist, whom the religious group called "The Second Coming" makes the proposal to clone Jesus of Nazareth, using the DNA from the sudarium of the Cathedral of San Salvador in Oviedo, Spain. At first he refuses, but his scientific curiosity and attraction to the unknown make him secretly accept the request. But when the boy reaches his first year of life, Dr. Hansen decides to run away with him so as not to subject him to any kind of religious fanaticism, and both disappears for four years. Now Joseph, the clone of Jesus, is five years old and Dr. Hansen decides to come out of hiding under pressure from a dangerous satanic sect and an extreme religious group who manage to locate them, unleashing a ruthless hunt to catch them and murder the clone child. Fortunately, on their way they meet former marine David Cranston, who decides to protect them using his military knowledge and experience in the war in Afghanistan, leaving a trail of death in his wake. In this scenario, detectives Mark Forney and Doris Ventura of the New York Police, will investigate the motive, still unknown to all, of the deaths in the city, while a sagacious journalist tries to anticipate them with the exclusive of her life. Meanwhile, without being fully aware of it, Joseph will develop important "skills" that only someone like him can have, changing the lives of the people around him and showing that his birth may be part of the many plans God has for this world. A fast-paced story full of action and emotion, developed as a trilogy. This is book One.
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As usual, Thomas Robertson stayed awake beyond midnight, after heading the customary weekly sacrifice. Sitting in front of the window behind his desk, he looked thoughtful, and his face as always was grim. He had been leading to the satanic “Brothers of the Averno” sect for about ten years now, and the number of followers he had "harvested" through all those years already exceeded a thousand, only in New York City. In all those years of activity he had never felt greater concern than to please his “Lord of Darkness” as he said to Satan, seeking with his sacrifices, initiation activities and devotion, to win his favors and complacency. But now a shadow of concern was stopping him from sleep: a scientist had managed to clone Jesus of Nazareth on behalf of "The Second Coming", which meant a direct threat to his group and the loss of his effort throughout the years. Despite being a creation of man, he couldn’t risk that person emulates what his predecessor did more than two thousand years ago, much less to strengthen Christianity in the world, so he had decided to do everything possible to eliminate it. He was engrossed in these thoughts when his cell phone rang. As he answered, he heard from the other side the voice of a young man, perhaps twenty or twenty-five years old.
“I made the call as you requested me, sir,” the voice told him. “As expected, he got scared and left England with the boy bound for the United States”.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir. Our contact at London airport confirmed their passage through customs. They are coming here to New York.”
“Perfect.”
“Sir, can I ask you a question?”
“Ahead.”
“Why didn’t we go to look for them to London, if we already knew their new identities and their location?”
“Because our Lord asked us to do so. He wants his sacrifice to be made here in our home. We just have to wait for them to arrive.”
“It’s okay, sir. I’ll keep you informed.”
Thomas cut the communication. Of course he already knew that they had left London, her Lord had told him a few hours before and so he asked his man to make that call. He still couldn’t shake the impatience and concern he felt.
Some hours earlier in some other place in New York, in the makeshift hall where they worshiped their Lord, and in the midst of the praise of the day, the leader of The Blessed Ones, Charles Green, learned something truly disturbing, and he communicated it to his followers:
“Brothers!” He shouted, getting their attention. “Tonight I received the terrible news by a member of another brotherhood. The arrogance of man has once again consummated the greatest disrespect for our Lord, our God. The unclean sinner has dared to challenge our Creator! He has violated the rules of Christianity and created an abomination!”
He paused to see the expectation he had created.
“Brothers!” He continued, raising his voice higher. “A man practicing science and everything contrary to God has created a being who wants to pass off as our Lord Jesus Christ! Have you seen such a sin?”
Among those present there were murmurs of disapproval and regrets.
“And the saddest thing of all is that he did it with the help of The Second Coming brotherhood! They have profaned the holy sudarium and offended our Lord by using his holy blood to commit this aberration! But we must not stand idly by! We must end it! That monstrosity is not our God, is not our Lord Jesus Christ, it’s the product of the Devil who manifests himself through science and that worldly and sinful man called scientist!”
“Let’s kill him!” Shouted one of those present, and almost everyone in the room immediately seconded, shouting in one voice that phrase. The Blessed Ones were characterized by their radical stance towards anything that threatens their beliefs and way of life. They were able to use violence to impose their vision on Christianity, torturing in most of the times anyone who was against their “truth” about the understanding of the Bible, and even the occasional human sacrifice to alert the infidels.
Charles Green raised his arms asking for silence, and once achieved, he sentenced:
“We must kill that abomination! Whoever manages to kill him will have a safe place in paradise with our Lord, for having defended his word!”
Everyone present began to shout death slogans, visibly excited.
“I have news that the scientist and his abomination will soon arrive in our city. It looks like a child, but it isn’t! It’s the Antichrist manifested through that child!” He raised his arms again to finish. “Go and find it! Destroy it! Death to the abomination!”
“Death to the abomination!” They all yelled, getting ready to leave.
Charles Green had learned all about it through an emissary sent by Thomas Robertson, posing as a member of another Christian brotherhood.
Mark and Doris were chatting with David and Karen when the door of the safe house opened, giving way for Hansen and Joseph, the latter plunging into his mother’s arms. Karen kissed him repeatedly and asked how they had been with the President.“He’s a good man, but very serious”, Joseph told her. “He doesn’t want David to be with us.”“Why? David asked. “What did he say, doctor?”Hansen sighed disconsolate.“He said even though you were acting in self-defense, and in ours, you should be investigated for the deaths of those people. Like me, because of what I did.”“And what’s the President going to do?” Karen asked.“He’ll have the NYPD look after us until he decides what to do with us. He has a lot of pressure from The Vatican and Israel ...”“Pressure?” Mark interjected. “Why are they pressuring him?”
Joseph’s existence could no longer be hidden. The armed religious group in front of the One Police Plaza had brought to the fore the truth about the events of last few days, where many witnesses to Dr. Hansen’s words spread everything he had said on social media, and practically everyone knew a scientist had managed to clone Jesus of Nazareth, and religious groups and satanic sects had tried to kill the clone child, considering him an abomination or a threat to their existence and raison for being. In many cities of the world, groups of people gathered in public places, such as squares and avenues, and held vigils asking for the life of the child Jesus and for him to be presented to the world as their new Lord and Savior to follow him. Others, very small, continued to affirm Joseph was the product of the devil and considered he shouldn’t exist, because he violated God’s laws. The most cautious kept to the expectation of what might happen, arguing that God&rsq
Darwin Conrad was really angry when he called Darlene to her cell phone. He strongly reproached her for the advance she made on the event at the police station, where she raised the possibility that a clone of Jesus of Nazareth was involved. His bosses at CNN headquarters in Atlanta had called him about the "strange and confusing" report from the headquarters in New York, and were also concerned about the wave of rumors and speculative news were taking place throughout the country, as a result of the report. Darwin wasn’t used to questioning his reporters in front of their bosses, so he promised to investigate and delve deeper into the event and have a concrete answer before the end of the day, reassuring them at least for the moment. Now he had his star reporter on the phone and he was upset not so much by the fact she had said all this on the air, but because she didn’t wait for his order to do so.“Now you’re going to have to justify all what you sa
Thomas saw absolutely nothing. At the back of the room he began to make out two red dots were gradually appearing. He was glad his Lord came at that very moment, and he told him so, as the two points slowly approached him.“It’s time for a change”, his Lord said.Thomas didn’t understand, and began to sweat profusely. He felt enormous heat.“I don’t ... understand, my Lord ... What change?”The emergency lamp lights started flashing again, faulty. Thomas could better see the black shadow with two red dots in front of him. Strangely, it was becoming less dark, as if lightening, and taking the form of what appeared to be a man. Suddenly Thomas found himself in front of him: the shadow had taken his shape, and he began to feel fear. The other Thomas walked up to his side, put his left hand on his neck, and as if he were just a piece of paper he lifted him from the chair, holding him in front of him. Thomas began to c
David and the others had already entered New York followed by Mark and Doris. Mark gave them a lights change and David looked it in the rearview mirror; Mark was ordering him to stop. They pulled up to the side of the street and once he had got out of the car, Mark approached them.“You have no idea where to start looking, right?”David and the others shook their heads.“Some time ago we did a raid on a house where satanic rituals and things like that were performed. The house is closed, but one of the detainees lives nearby. We can start there, questioning him to tell us where the child could have been taken.”“And you think that man could have taken him to them?” Karen asked.“It’s most likely. If their own attempts failed more than once, they could turn to that man to do what they couldn’t.”“Okay”, said David. “Let’s go there.”“Follow
Darlene spent the night awake sorting out the information she had about the events and looking for any data or clues could tell her what was going on. She reviewed the names of the owners of the houses where the shootings had occurred and thought it would not hurt to search for some kind of information about them on the Internet. The first one to enter was, of course, the owner of the house the first event: John Moses. The first thing came up with his name was information from Facebook, and then a press release. Nothing else. The rest was information referring only to John’s first name or Moses’ last name, with no connection between them. She decided to read the press release. In it, an achievement obtained by Dr. Julius Hansen in the cloning of human organs was presented to the world, and the name of John Moses only came out as a part of the reference of one of the photographs of the event, as a close friend of Dr. Hansen. She thought about it for a moment: if the first
The three of them opened their eyes at the same time and the choking they felt made them take a long, deep breath. David sat up, panting from the sudden lack of oxygen, and saw in front of him fell the tip of a bullet. He looked around and recognized the hotel room. Hansen and Karen were also sitting on the floor with heavy breathing and wide eyes in surprise and fear. When he caught his breath a little, David remembered Joseph, and looked for him around desperately.“Where’s Joseph?” He asked. “Can’t you see him?”Hansen also recovered and got to his feet quickly. A sudden dizziness caused him stagger a little and he grabbed the railing of the balcony. He also looked for Joseph.“I don’t get it,” Karen said, seeing the two red spots on her blouse and starting to cry. “How is it possible?”Hansen walked over to her and helped her up. He looked at her eyes.“It’s Joseph,&r
Darlene arrived at the address Phil had given her. It was an old house in the suburbs of Queens. When she found that it was the house she was looking for, she knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again and also got no answer. When she was about to leave, discouraged, a man with long hair and thick mustache arrived to the house and looked at her suspiciously.“Who are you, and what do you want in my house?” Tommy asked her.Darlene feigned a friendly smile and held out her hand.“Hi! I’m Darlene Lowell from CNN. I’m looking for the owner, Tommy Sanders. Are you?”Tommy left her hand outstretched, walked past her, and went to open the door.“I have nothing to tell the press. Please go away.”“Are you Tommy Sanders? Look, I’m just investigating the murders occurred in the last few hours. The public has the right to know ...”“I don’t give a damn wh
They sighed with relief when they passed the checkpoint. Hansen hugged Joseph happily, and then Joseph threw his arms around Karen’s neck from behind her seat and kissed her on the cheek. David made the remark that they needed gasoline. A few miles later they found a gas station and stopped there. David began dispensing the Chevelle, while the others went to the store to see what they bought. They were hungry. Inside, the manager was behind the counter reading a newspaper. He barely glanced at them. Hansen and Karen took some chicken sandwiches and some sodas, as well as water bottles.“I don’t like to give him soda so early,” Hansen said, “but today we can make an exception.”Joseph went to a counter where there were several compact discs for sale. He reviewed some and recognized one of his father’s favorite groups. He took the disc and headed toward him, who was already paying what they had bought.“Can you buy t
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