Rafael_Zimichut

The death of a professor of history at New York University during an expedition in Iraq triggers a chain of events that have been prophesied since biblical times of the flood, where The Book of Nimrod, the most powerful man, was hidden, and now the world is about to succumb to the power that God himself once feared.
Gregory Evans, when investigating the death of a boy in a satanic ritual at Trinity Church, finds himself involved in a plot of global domination where everyone is suspect and guilty, including God and the devil himself.

THE LOST PROPHECY

— WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? — inquired the priest, sketching a mischievous smile of excitement at the call he had received — Victoria found her grandfather's diary, Nicole — he said as he carefully opened the laptop on the table and started the video call.


The diary was a small volume with pages yellowed by time, whose leather cover showed the natural effect of the years. Overcome with emotion upon seeing the book, Nicole said:


— It's just wonderful that you discovered the diary, Mom.


Her eyebrows rose at such an outpouring of enthusiasm. The experience of the years made his eyes search Gregory's then, a soft glow lighting the once austere young man's eyes.


— Nothing like riding through the meadows at sunset so that nature can fulfill its purpose — murmured the woman dreamily.


— Nothing, my daughter — he said smiling — I'm happy with your enthusiasm and interest in unraveling the riddle left by your grandfather, but I'm angry that you hid your grandfather's note from me.


— Let's just focus on what matters right now.


VICTORIA DECLINED ON the digital copy of the diary examining it, it was as if she had returned to the past, she would recognize that perfect handwriting among many around the world, peeking through a crack at what had been another person's life. It was a scientist's diary, not a teenager's, filled with love quotes and phrases. But to her sensibility, those yellowed and worn pages revealed what had also been a life.


In another dimension, different from yours, full of attempts and discoveries, tombs and treasures forgotten by time. There was a timeless element there, found wherever there was a man committed to the pursuit of something:


Victoria found in one of the pages a narrative that differed from the others:


We've been digging under the columns of the sarcophagus for days. We have yet to find any evidence that this is actually the location of the secret entrance to Nimrod's tomb. A typhus outbreak is raging in Iraq. I have ordered my assistant, Jeremy Niles, to return to New York, taking with him Freddy, son of Mr. Martinez, one of the expedition's assistants; the doctors in Baghdad told the father that the boy had no chance of surviving, so I recommended him to the care of Dr. Charleston at New York General Hospital.


— Greg, look at this! — Nicole said excitedly — Freddy Martinez...


— The name of the boy they wanted to sacrifice at Trinity Church.


— Daughter... — the mother had approached the computer screen and now Greg was also next to Nicole — that's it, this boy is the key to finding the Book of Atlantis.


— But Victoria, the boy is no longer alive!


— Maybe we have another kind of problem...


CHAPTER 28