02-08-2014, 09:27 PM
Almost as soon as Hasan heard the strange noise, he felt the presence: a surging, pulsing feeling of power that shoved its place in his mind alongside the raw presence of the Keramat like a molten nail driven through a wooden board. Something unexpected was about to happen, perhaps wonderful, perhaps terrible.
Hasan looked over his faithful. "Be still, may merciful God protect us--"
That was as far as he got, for the doors flew in with a crash -- the main entrance to the prayer hall opposite him and the two doors to his side. He drank in the power and held it, hesitating as he tried to assess the situation around him. Should he lash out and risk harming the crowd?
The hesitation cost Hasan the opportunity to react because the next awareness he had was being pressed against the carpeted floor, pressure on his back. The shock of the impact threatened to tear God's gift from his grasp. He reached out and clawed control of the power back by a fingernail, till it surged within him, ready to do God's will. His field of vision was limited to his guard Salamir held down with a boot to his back and a rifle pointed at his skull. The guard had a uniform that marked him as CCD.
Rage at the insult threatened to boil over. These men defiled this house of prayer with violence and tried to take him captive? And then they further insulted him by placing him underfoot? He who says the instrument of God is beneath him claims that God is likewise beneath him. It is an insult to almighty God himself!
With an act of will, Hasan quieted the feelings of anger and insult. Something was amiss and Hasan needed more information to process. Surely the CCD would know it would be offensive to take a holy man in a house of worship. It was a certainty someone was recording this, and it was probably already making its way around the world. If the CCD was aiming for peace, this would achieve the opposite.
Hasan made up his mind not to act unless he learned more. He would go peacefully and trust in God, sparing the faithful any potential harm from these vile dogs.
All this raced through Hasan's head in the moments the man spoke to him with the Russian accent. That was when Hasan noticed the tall man who was watching the speaker. Something rolled off the man -- a feeling like the edge of a sharp blade held against the neck. Power and darkness. He fought a flinch against the presence of the menacing power. Surely this man was a jinn of some sort cloaked in human flesh, a minion of Shaytan. Hasan realized he could feel the devil's strength and found it laughably weak. How could it not be against the power of Almighty God?
It was better to die in the struggle against this demon and his insult to God than to let him go about his business unchallenged. It was better for every single one of his faithful here to die, even if they failed to stop the beast. God would reward them with paradise should they give their last few moments on earth to Him by trying to stop this creature which insulted God by its mere existence.
Allah, your will be done.
The weave sprang into existence and expanded outward from him, a sphere of air and blinding light that created a mighty BOOM and threw the man atop him backwards, where he struck the wall of the prayer hall with enough force to snap bone. Hasan stood at the center of the sphere and with raised arms willed Fire into existence, setting aflame the two men who held down his bodyguards.
"In the name of almighty God and his prophet Muhammad, I deny your power, Devil!"
he roared. "Fight in the name of God those who transgress!"
He stuck out his hands toward the jinn and called on God to send lightning at the creature.
Hasan looked over his faithful. "Be still, may merciful God protect us--"
That was as far as he got, for the doors flew in with a crash -- the main entrance to the prayer hall opposite him and the two doors to his side. He drank in the power and held it, hesitating as he tried to assess the situation around him. Should he lash out and risk harming the crowd?
The hesitation cost Hasan the opportunity to react because the next awareness he had was being pressed against the carpeted floor, pressure on his back. The shock of the impact threatened to tear God's gift from his grasp. He reached out and clawed control of the power back by a fingernail, till it surged within him, ready to do God's will. His field of vision was limited to his guard Salamir held down with a boot to his back and a rifle pointed at his skull. The guard had a uniform that marked him as CCD.
Rage at the insult threatened to boil over. These men defiled this house of prayer with violence and tried to take him captive? And then they further insulted him by placing him underfoot? He who says the instrument of God is beneath him claims that God is likewise beneath him. It is an insult to almighty God himself!
With an act of will, Hasan quieted the feelings of anger and insult. Something was amiss and Hasan needed more information to process. Surely the CCD would know it would be offensive to take a holy man in a house of worship. It was a certainty someone was recording this, and it was probably already making its way around the world. If the CCD was aiming for peace, this would achieve the opposite.
Hasan made up his mind not to act unless he learned more. He would go peacefully and trust in God, sparing the faithful any potential harm from these vile dogs.
All this raced through Hasan's head in the moments the man spoke to him with the Russian accent. That was when Hasan noticed the tall man who was watching the speaker. Something rolled off the man -- a feeling like the edge of a sharp blade held against the neck. Power and darkness. He fought a flinch against the presence of the menacing power. Surely this man was a jinn of some sort cloaked in human flesh, a minion of Shaytan. Hasan realized he could feel the devil's strength and found it laughably weak. How could it not be against the power of Almighty God?
It was better to die in the struggle against this demon and his insult to God than to let him go about his business unchallenged. It was better for every single one of his faithful here to die, even if they failed to stop the beast. God would reward them with paradise should they give their last few moments on earth to Him by trying to stop this creature which insulted God by its mere existence.
Allah, your will be done.
The weave sprang into existence and expanded outward from him, a sphere of air and blinding light that created a mighty BOOM and threw the man atop him backwards, where he struck the wall of the prayer hall with enough force to snap bone. Hasan stood at the center of the sphere and with raised arms willed Fire into existence, setting aflame the two men who held down his bodyguards.
"In the name of almighty God and his prophet Muhammad, I deny your power, Devil!"
he roared. "Fight in the name of God those who transgress!"
He stuck out his hands toward the jinn and called on God to send lightning at the creature.