The Dracula Chronicles: For Whom The Bell Tolls

  THE DRACULA CHRONICLES:

  FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS

  Copyright © 2006, 2013 Shane KP O’Neill

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  This book is a work of fiction. To give validity to the story, I use real historical characters and set them within true historical events. Any other similarities to anyone living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Shane KP O’Neill has asserted his moral rights in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

  Published by

  Shane KP O’Neill

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9556701-3-8

  ISBN-10: 0-9556701-3-6

  The Dracula Chronicles

  The Lamb of God

  (Prequel to For Whom the Bell Tolls)

  Birth of the Monster

  (Prequel to Bound By Blood)

  The Path To Decay

  (Coming early 2014)

  Bound By Blood

  Tales Of The Black Sabbath

  Orchid

  I acknowledge that in the 15th Century the New Year fell on or around March 22nd. I only use January 1st for purposes of simplicity.

  The Dracula Chronicles has been a project in the making for very many years. I have devised the concept and written the story, but there have been very many people behind the scenes that have supported me and contributed to this effort. Now that I have taken the series back to the very beginning, I would like to thank them and acknowledge their contributions.

  For this novel I would like to thank Helen Baggott, Denna Holm and Michelle Willms for their insightful editing contribution, their expertise and great suggestions.

  As always, I want to thank the team at Blue Harvest Creative, who design my book covers and prepare my books for publication in both paper and digital form.

  My thanks go to my good friend, Sia, for the wonderful book trailer she has produced for this and the next book. I love her talent.

  To Matthew Creed, who designed the original book trailer for The Dracula Chronicles series. Matthew also maintains my website, which he and Sarah Churchill at Jammy Custard Studios designed.

  I want to thank Tone for loving me and supporting me in past times. It was she who paid for the original website I used for this project.

  My thanks go to my good friend in New York, Dr Peter Cutler. Peter has read dozens of drafts of my books, both published and unpublished, and has given me a lot of time and advice over the years.

  Also, I must thank Adrian Thomas, Andrew Nisbet, Peter Hodges, Susan Jones, David Evans, Vivian Thomas and Linda Goodman, who have all made a contribution to this project either with their time, advice or generosity.

  I must also thank Ashley Fontainne and Joey Aquilino for hosting me on their radio shows, and all the wonderful people who have interviewed me over time and featured me on their blogs. And last, but not least, to all the great people who have read my books, written me very kind messages, and written me such wonderful reviews on both Amazon and Goodreads, I say thank you.

  Shane O’Neill

  This book is dedicated to

  Robert and Julie Johnston,

  who have been such wonderful friends

  and stood by me through

  all my toughest times.

  Thank you.

  THE FIRST GREAT WAR OF THE ANGELS:

  IN THE BEGINNING…

  God, with His eldest and favourite son, Lucifer, embarks on the creation of the universe and then the earth. They fill it with the continents and the great oceans, and design a myriad of life forms to finish off their great work.

  Jealousy consumes three of Lucifer’s brothers. Michael, Gabriel and Raphael resent his relationship with God and conspire to bring it to an end. While he wanders the earth with Moloch, glorying in his work, they draw their plans against him.

  Michael and his brothers convince God that His work is incomplete. They suggest that He create man and mould him in His own image.

  The idea excites God and, in Lucifer’s absence, He creates man. He places him in Eden and from his rib He creates woman for a companion. His sons rejoice and agree that now His work is finally complete. To their delight, God agrees and falls in love with His new creation. He gives man a status higher than any other creature and the most special gift of all, the power of free will.

  THE DIVIDE…

  Lucifer returns and sees that his father now favours man even over him. He reacts violently to God’s new creation and swears to destroy all mankind. A ferocious battle ensues between Lucifer and his brothers that causes a great divide in Heaven. The angels take sides and kill each other relentlessly in the bitter struggle.

  God despairs at Lucifer’s actions. Yet, because of His love for His favourite son, He refuses to intervene and vanquishes Lucifer from Heaven.

  Lucifer identifies woman as man’s weakness and introduces her to mortal sin. She succumbs to his trickery and makes man a party to her fall from grace. In a desperate act of rage God evicts man from Eden, and her with him. He turns on Lucifer and, although not destroying him, casts him out of Heaven and condemns him to the bowels of the earth where he is gone from His sight.

  FALLEN ANGELS…

  The battle rages on between the angels while Lucifer regroups and builds a rival kingdom below the surface of the earth. In the meantime, man spreads out and multiplies over many generations. Lucifer re-surfaces and leads his legions of fallen angels against his brothers.

  Faced with the choice of destroying him or the extinction of the angels, God agrees to a truce. To end the war, He grudgingly accepts Lucifer’s demand that they must contest the soul of every man.

  Through His love for man, God bestowed on him the power of free will and the ability to choose his own path. On those terms, Lucifer accepts that he cannot physically interfere in the life of any man or woman, but that he can use any of his powers of suggestion and persuasion to influence his mind. Ultimately, the final choice for his destiny would be man’s and man’s alone. Yet the destiny of the human race hangs in the balance. If at any time Lucifer controls more souls than God, then he can return again to Heaven and cast He and his brothers out and signal the end for all mankind.

  God hands Michael greater powers and appoints him the Protector of Heaven, as His warrior Archangel.

  Lucifer uses his great cunning to turn man away from God. Seeing how easily man turns his back on Him, God destroys the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah in anger. He sends His prophets one after another to bring man back to the path of righteousness, but it is only delaying the inevitable. In one last attempt to save mankind and prevent Lucifer’s return to Heaven, God gives to the world His son made man, Jesus Christ.

  In giving His life on the Cross, Jesus wipes away man’s sins. In one deft stroke He undoes all of Lucifer’s hard work. The Crucifixion stands as God’s great victory over him. Before departing the earth, Jesus gives to Peter the authority to build His church. The Catholic Church breathes life on that very day in Jerusalem to stand as a constant reminder of God’s great victory.

  LUCIFER’S GREAT PLAN…

  In the aftermath of the Battle of Varna in 1444, Lucifer meets Michael on the desolate, ravaged battlefield. Michael reminds him of the great victory over him and of how the Catholic Church is representative of that. It gives Lucifer the determination to put into practice an idea he has harboured for
over a millennium. He realises that if he can bring down the institution of the Catholic Church, then he can turn man against God once again.

  Lucifer seeks the perfect candidate to carry out this immense task. Though he has monitored many over the ravages of time, his need to find that special one has finally come to pass. He needs someone born into a world of strife; who knows only great loss or betrayal from those he loves; who is strong and unyielding and who can fight against insurmountable odds. And one who can rise up above other men in a bitter world to take what is his.

  The religious strife in the world following the Crusades in the Holy Land gives him the opportunity he has waited for. With Saladin’s ultimate victory in Palestine, the spread of Islam continues on. The Ottoman Empire is born and presses on the borders of the eastern European states. It is here Lucifer knows he will find the candidate he seeks.

  And now he looks for this most special of men whom he can manipulate into leading the cause of Christianity against the mighty Ottoman Turk. This same man that he hopes will wade in blood for the righteous cause. He knows that in doing this his candidate will suffer the ultimate betrayal in his hour of death when he expects the angels to come and claim him. For it is only then that Lucifer can put his dastardly plan to work and conduct the fiendish experiment where he creates a monster that will bring down the last great icon of God.

  He chooses the twelve-year-old Vlad Dracula, whose progress he has followed from birth. Young Vlad is the son of the great Vlad Dracul, voivode of Wallachia. Imprisoned by the Turkish sultan, Murad II, Lucifer goes to the boy in a guise of a woman to set his plan in motion….

  JUDEA. MOUNT CALVARY OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF JERUSALEM.

  A.D. 33.

  Mary trembled and leaned into her friend for comfort. She watched the Roman soldier bring down the hammer once again. It clanged hard against the metal spike that nailed her son to his wooden cross. Those who stood around the hill closed their eyes and fell silent. The only sound they could hear above the strong breeze was the hammer and the cries of the three condemned men.

  “Come away, Mary,” John said to her.

  She resisted his attempts to spare her this torment. “No,” she said. “I cannot leave my son. If he can endure this, then so can I.”

  He held her tight when the sound of the hammer echoed again. “No mother should have to see this.”

  Mary pressed her head against his chest. She could no longer fight the tears. Her nails dug into his arms as she tried to find the strength to remain on her feet. “How can they do this to him?” she gasped. “He has harmed none of them.”

  Other friends of his lingered close by. They too shared in her pain. The torment of seeing the suffering of the one they so cherished was too much to bear. None of them could look, save one.

  “They are twisted and cruel,” another woman said. “That is how. They are less than men, and they shall burn for this. Our maker sees all.”

  John looked across to see Mary Magdalene there. If any of the others had heard her they did not show it. She took one of Mary’s hands and held it tight within her own. All the time she kept her eyes trained straight ahead. She watched another of the Romans grab the feet of Mary’s son.

  He held them firm and tied them just above the ankles to the strong wooden beam. Then he brought down the hammer on a long ugly-looking spike that pinned both feet to it. A jet of blood shot up into his face. He wiped it away with his bare wrist before striking it a second time.

  Mary moved away from John and reached out with her free hand. “Jesus!” she cried, dropping to her knees.

  John did the same behind her and cradled her in his arms. She fell back against him, her anguish etched hard into her features. His friends all stood only a few feet away. They had to stand and watch the Romans nail the man they had followed to two pieces of wood. It was as much as some of them could stand. Luke and Mark surged forward to try and end this madness while they still could.

  Still the hammers drove the spikes in deeper. The soldiers hoisted up the two other condemned men for all to see. They had their legs broken for a quicker death. A scuffle broke out below them, which neither could hear nor see. The Roman guards acted fast and drove the onlookers back.

  The centurion walked over. He had a face as hard as the rest of his body. “Stay back!” he warned them. “Lest I shall have you all removed from this hill.”

  Tears filled the eyes of each of the men. There was nothing they could do. They stepped back knowing full well the officer meant what he had said.

  Mary’s son turned his head their way. His whole body trembled with shock. He sucked in a deep, but laboured breath. “Rest easy, mother. This shall all end soon.”

  She tried to offer him a smile. He was so brave. But she was still going to lose him, her sweet boy who had grown into the finest of all men. The reality of that ripped her heart in two. She fell forward with her face pressed down against the ground, sobbing long and hard.

  The others cried with her. They all loved him. Her son turned his head away again.

  He stiffened as the soldier struck the spike in his feet one last time, his eyes rolling up in his head. The pain covered every last inch of his broken body. A black wave passed over him though the agony of his wounds kept his eyes open. The agony of hands and feet nailed to the wood beneath him. Of ribs and a back that burned from flesh torn away by the spikes on a whip. His long hair was matted and thick with blood. It oozed from a crown of thorns the soldiers had driven into his scalp.

  His vision became a blur. Each time he tried to focus a jolt of pain passed through both his eyes. For a few moments he could not see. The dark blue of the afternoon sky turned grey and then black. He felt a sudden jolt as the soldiers began the task of hoisting him up. The spikes tugged hard at his hands and feet. Again it caused him to cry out, but the shock of it restored his vision once more.

  The outline of a helmet met his eyes. He turned them slowly to the see the image of a grinning Roman. The man said a few words in broken Aramaic. It was the latest of many insults, but he was long past caring about such things. All he knew was the agony that every laboured breath brought him. And it made him wish each one could be his last.

  An old man stood back from the crowd. Balthasar was one of three kings who had travelled to this land from Persia long ago. They bore gifts and came to pay homage to a new-born child. His had been myrrh. He felt it a small token for such a privilege. For he had gazed upon the one who would save mankind from himself.

  Thirty-three years had passed since then. A month ago he returned, though this time to Judea. Word had spread far and wide of an incredible young man. One who spoke of love and of forgiving your enemy. On his first visit he had used a bright star to guide him here. Now he needed only the hope that radiated from this man.

  Yet, he felt only despair all around him. The anguish was clear from the crowd gathered there. For them, all sense of hope was fading fast. He did not need his eyes to see it. They had long since failed him. His ears told him all he needed to know. A great sadness filled him and yet he did not despair like the others. His vision extended well beyond theirs. He possessed the wisdom that this was only the beginning, not the end.

  The old man sensed the presence of another close by. Again he did not need his eyes to know who it was. The black aura was strong enough to anyone who had “the eye” for such things to see it.

  Lucifer knew the old king was aware of him, but he did not care. His eyes focused straight ahead on the lonely figure nailed to the Cross. Gasps rang out from the crowd as the soldiers stood the crucifix up. It sealed the fate of the young man hanging from it. There would be no reprieve now.

  He struggled against the spikes that held him there. The ropes around his shins and arms burned into his flesh. With both feet he pushed down so that his lungs could suck in a breath of air. Had the Romans broken his legs he would not have been able to breathe. Death would have come quicker. But they did not want that for him. He would hang ther
e until he no longer had enough blood in his veins to carry the oxygen to his brain.

  Balthasar could feel the hate coming from the Dark One. The man who hung from the Cross above them stood against all that he did. He knew this was the last thing Lucifer could have ever wanted. “You did not think he would do it, did you?”

  The Dark One ignored him. He rarely got involved with the mortals, unless to strike a deal or to claim a soul. His reason for being there was to try and put an end to the events before him. He did his utmost to make eye contact with the dying man, but he had no joy.

  The old man did not let it deter him. He knew God had blessed him with this gift for a reason. Perhaps it was for this moment. “So what shall you do? You are finished in the world of men. A bad memory that should soon be gone. A puff of dust to blow away in the wind.”

  He knew his words had struck a nerve. In giving his life, this young man stood to undo all the work of the Dark One. Lucifer knew it too.

  Some of the others glanced across at the old man. None of them knew him, but for one. Mary managed a faint trace of a smile. This man had brought gifts the night her son was born. He had aged much, but she knew who he was.

  Balthasar sensed that she had noticed him and bowed his head to acknowledge her. He could not even begin to imagine the pain she was going through, though his senses could feel it.

  One of the group thought he was speaking to the one they loved. He took offence at once to the words the old man spoke. “What are you saying, you old fool! Do you even know who that is you are insulting?”

  Mary had to act when he broke from the rest. “Be still, Thomas. He is a friend.”

  Thomas gave the old man a steely look. He mumbled under his breath and joined the group once more.