The Generals

The generals sat around an oblong table which was displaying a scene currently unfolding in the Senate of the United States. An argument over the cost of a bill was the main focus of the argument but there were several other reasons that aren't worth the time right now to explain.
Eybah leaned back and looked at Chaluqqah and Tacharah. Eybah shone darker than before as he fed on the hostility of the situation. Across the room, Choriy and Philauto, known as Phil, also shone darker as as they fed on the anger and selfishness, respectively, in the Senate.
Each general survived through feeding off of other people's dark emotions.
Eybah - hostility
Chaluqqah - division
Tacharah - jealousy
Choriy - anger
Philauto/Phil -selfishness
Quadesh - idolatry
Raveh - drunkenness
Einai - lust
Kesheph - witchcraft
Kesheph was the head general, as it were. Every emotion that wasn't pure and just, fed first into the minor general before feeding into Kesheph. But not even Kesheph was at the top of the food chain. Diabolos who was the king over the generals was the ultimate feeder.

Main book

"I mean, we all have a past. Something we wish we could go back and change. Something we wish we didn't do. All of us, except for Qir'ah, the perfect one," said Alex, whose trust in Qir'ah hadn't yet been earned.
"Woah! Me? Perfect? Wow! You know nothing about me. Josh came the night I was to be arrested, again, for ha....something," Qir'ah said as her voice trailed off.
"Again?" sneered Alex.
"What is ha...?"asked Nate.
"My life wasn't perfect. Far from it actually. The reason for all the moves wasn't just because of my dad. Most were my fault. Me and my impetuous, reckless nature. When I was four, I figured out how to hack into the NSA's secure site. From there, it was a cinch to hack into the CIA, FBI, etc. All I wanted was proof that God existed. I worked with a group of people from around the globe, in all walks of life, from all corners of the globe, who probably had no clue that their leaders was easily a-third their age."
"Wait, QS, that's you! You're the one who got that info from your contacts in...." SarahJo said.
"Lebanon. Yeah, they think QS is this really old guy or something. Most certainly not a 14 year old girl. I should have something the other night but I was too scared, I guess."
"I thought QS stood for questions, or something like that, but now I see it's your initials," said SarahJo in amazement.
"Yeah. The only person outside of you guys and Josh who knows, is Michael. He's a friend of my dad's and former Mossad. He helps me with whatever I need," Qir'ah stated rather sadly.
Alex's hidden compassionate side was stirred once more as Qir'ah burst into tears and fled the room. Nate turning to Alex, yelled, "Look what you did! She's the youngest and still adjusting to life here and now look what you did!"
"Look what I did?! What about you?! You continued this mess! You're the leader! You could've stopped this whole thing! Some leader you are!" Alex yelled back.
"Oh, coming from the Guardian. Oh, that's rich! You're supposed to be compassionate! Where's your compassion, huh?" Nate retorted.
"Hidden inside. Just like every emotion has been for the past 17 years of her life," Ka'as said quietly from the corner where he had watched the entire interchange. "Nate, you were allowed, even encouraged, to express pain, sorrow, love or joy. Your whole life, in fact. But Alex and I both lived on the streets. When you live on the streets, you have to hide your feelings. If you show pain or fear, they pounce on you and make it worse. If you show love or joy, they delight in taking that from you, til all you're left with is a shell of who you want to be. Nothing but emptiness. Nate, as the leader, you have to learn to with people's weaknesses as well as their strengths. Alex, showing emotion isn't bad. Learn to show that you're just like the rest of us."

Trailblazer Opening

The night was dark, the stars were my only guide. My only thoughts were on my father's last words: "Tell all you know. Jesus must be known to all, especially our leader. May God be with him." I paused at the corner of the building, tears streaming down my face as I thought of my father. I checked the street for any enemies and seeing none ran for the alley across the way. Hidden just in the shadows, were some boxes which announced their presence when my knees ran into them, causing me to stumble to the ground. My tears were still flowing as I sat on the ground.

My father, not quite dead for a whole day, had already left behind a coward for a son. "Tell our leader," he had said and yet when I was face-to-face with him, I ran. I ran out of fear, fear of myself, fear of our new leader, but more importantly, fear of dying. Fear controlled my every thought and my every action.

The sun was just beginning to show his colors as I took another look around me. Already, the decisions made by our new leader had reached this small town. Memories of what had been shone like the newly risen sun in comparison to the bleakness of what was now. My fear was turning to anger as I thought of all that had happened. From my father's death in Mexico and the slaughter of millions of my people fueled an anger in me I didn't even know I had. "Castro can burn in hell for all I care," I thought bitterly. The thought startled me. Was I really this full of hatred?? And yet, my father had told me to forgive the man who forced my father out of our home when I was 9. Forgive the man who ultimately forced my mother's death and my father's apparent suicide and even worse, let him know about Christ. "Forget it," I reasoned, "Castro'll kill you as soon as he knows who you are. Whose son you were. God knows, having faith is easier when nothing is wrong.