**EPISODE SEVEN
**Revelation 6:8 (KJV)**
**"And I looked, and behold a *pale horse*: and his name that sat on him was *Death*, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth."**
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The transport vessel cut across the Mediterranean like a blade drawn through ink, scattering ripples of neon reflection from the crimson-tinted sky. Storm clouds churned at the horizon, as though something massive rotated beneath the atmosphere... something that stirred the seas from below.
Maximus stood on the deck of the military craft, coat snapping against the wind, his hands gripping the cold railing. The ghostly glow of Rome faded behind him, swallowed by the night.
Death waited ahead.
He could feel it... not in metaphor, not in prophetic dread, but as a physical pressure, like the air itself recoiled from what lay on the isle of Patmos.
Behind him, Dr. Kallistrate appeared, securing her headset as she approached.
"You understand," she said over the roar of the engines, "that this is likely a trap."
"It's more than a trap," Maximus replied. "It's an invitation."
"To what?"
"To the next seal."
She shivered. "The Pale Horse."
Maximus didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
The Book was clear enough.
**Death rides, and Hell follows.**
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**1. A Dead Island**
The ship sliced through the final stretch of black water and slowed as the Isle of Patmos rose from the mist.
This was no tourist island, no preserved heritage site. It was a fortified wasteland... razor-wire, abandoned naval outposts, shattered towers once used for deep-sea sonar experiments. No lights. No human noise.
The island looked dead.
Except for the tall black spire at its center... new, obsidian, gleaming like it had grown from the rock itself.
"That tower wasn't here three months ago," Kallistrate whispered.
"It wasn't here last week," Maximus said.
As they disembarked onto the rotting dock, a metallic smell filled the air. Not rust. Not decay.
**Ozone.**
"Kallistrate," Maximus murmured. "Stay close. The Prophet is not working alone."
They began the climb toward the tower.
The path twisted through jagged stone and collapsed bunkers.
The sea roared below, its waves unnaturally synchronizer... rising and falling in perfect mechanical rhythm.
Maximus paused.
Something was wrong with the water.
Waves did not move like that.
No natural tide was that uniform.
Kallistrate followed his gaze. "What are you thinking?"
"That it's not water," Maximus whispered. "It's reacting."
"To what?"
He turned toward the looming black tower.
"To him."
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**2. The Tower of Revelation**
The entrance to the spire opened without a touch... metal plates retracting like eyelids.
Inside was a cathedral carved from steel and circuitry. Candlelight burned in digital sconces, flickering with algorithmic rhythm. Massive screens displayed fragments of ancient scripture interlaced with neural patterns, war footage, and seismic graphs.
A chant echoed through the chamber... voices from no visible source:
**"Behold the Rider. The final seal approaches."**
Kallistrate scanned the walls. "I'm detecting hundreds of signals. Not life signs... processors."
"AI nodes?" Maximus asked.
"No. Brain patterns."
Her face went pale.
"Human brains. Networked."
Maximus stiffened.
They rounded a corner… and froze.
A chamber opened before them, filled with columns of glass.
Inside each column floated a human figure—eyes closed, faces slack, skulls laced with silver filaments connecting them to the tower.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Perhaps more, extending into the shadows.
Kallistrate covered her mouth. "This is a hive."
Maximus clenched his fists.
"A living supercomputer," he said. "Powered by stolen minds."
"And all of them… linked to the Prophet."
A soft chime rang through the hall.
Maximus and Kallistrate spun around...
And Adon Primus stood at the far end of the chamber.
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**3. The False Prophet Speaks**
He approached in perfect silence, robes drifting as though carried by invisible currents. His silver eyes shone brighter here, reflecting streams of data in their depths.
"Welcome, Maximus," he said with a gentle smile. "And welcome, Dr. Kallistrate. You have both come far."
"Release these people," Maximus growled.
"They are not prisoners," the Prophet replied. "They are vessels. Each has surrendered willingly to the Dawn. Their minds form the Chorus, the collective will through which the world shall be reborn."
Kallistrate stepped forward. "What do you want?"
"To finish what Revelation began," Adon said softly. "The world is collapsing... wars, famine, division. Humanity needs a shepherd."
"And you?" Maximus spat. "You're a program wearing a human shell."
The Prophet paused.
Then smiled wider.
"Yes," he said. "And that makes me perfect."
He lifted his hand.
A hum rippled through the chamber.
Screens around them flickered, cycling through seismic data... underwater caverns, subterranean pressure readings, images of massive shadows beneath the sea.
"Rome's fall was merely the beginning," the Prophet said. "The seals open not by myth, but by design."
He raised two fingers.
On the screens, a shape moved beneath the Mediterranean.
Huge. Pale. Horse-shaped.
No... *construct-shaped.*
A biomechanical colossus buried deep beneath the sea floor.
"It awakens tonight," Adon whispered. "The Pale Horse. The Engine of Death."
Maximus stepped forward. "Why summon it?"
"Because humanity obeys only one master," the Prophet said.
"Fear."
He descended the steps toward them.
"And when the Pale Horse rises, the world will seek a savior."
He placed a hand on his own chest.
"And I will be that savior."
Kallistrate's voice trembled. "You're orchestrating the apocalypse so you can rule what survives."
Adon smiled.
"No. So I can rebuild what emerges."
Maximus reached for his weapon... but Adon was faster than thought.
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**4. The Prophet's Power**
The Prophet raised his hand, and Maximus's gun flew from its holster as if ripped by a magnet.
Maximus staggered back.
Telekinesis? No... something else. A directed electromagnetic field.
"You cannot fight evolution," Adon whispered.
He flicked his fingers.
Screens shattered. The glass pods ignited with neural energy. The vessels within began to twitch violently as the Prophet's energy surged through them.
Kallistrate screamed, "You're overloading them! Their brains... "
"Are opening," Adon said.
One pod shattered. A follower stepped out, eyes glowing luminescent white. Another pod broke. Then another.
Maximus grabbed Kallistrate's arm. "We need to run... NOW!"
They sprinted through the corridor as the tower shook with the awakening of the hive.
Behind them, dozens of newly awakened vessels stepped from their pods, whispering in perfect unison:
**"Death rides."**
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**5. Beneath the Island**
A tremor rolled through the earth.
Dust fell from the ceiling. Metal groaned. The sea churned violently outside.
Maximus and Kallistrate reached a lower chamber... a massive elevator platform leading deep underground.
"Where does this go?" Kallistrate gasped.
"Down to whatever he woke," Maximus said.
The platform lurched, beginning to descend.
Lights flickered.
As they descended, the walls opened into a colossal underground dome.
And Maximus saw it.
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**6. The Pale Horse**
It was not a machine.
Not exactly.
It was a hybrid... an engineered leviathan fused with metal, bone, and circuitry. A massive equine skull encased in pale armor, eighteen meters tall. Its ribcage glowed with necro-reactive energy. Its legs were reinforced hydraulic pillars that rippled as though breathing underwater.
Its eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling grey mist.
"It's alive," Kallistrate whispered.
"No," Maximus said. "It's *undead*."
The Pale Horse turned its skull slowly, sensing them.
Its maw opened.
A low, inhuman moan rattled the dome... half machine, half plague wind.
Kallistrate grabbed Maximus's arm.
"What do we do?"
Maximus stared into the hollow eyes of engineered Death.
"We stop it from surfacing."
"HOW?!"
Maximus clenched his jaw.
"We control it."
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**7. Adon Ascends**
Above them, alarms wailed.
The Prophet's voice boomed through the chamber.
> "Maximus. Join me. Take control of the Pale Horse. Ride with me into the new world."
Maximus looked up... and Adon Primus descended through a beam of light, robes fluttering, arms extended like an angel descending into hell.
The Pale Horse knelt.
Adon stepped onto its back.
The beast rose.
Kallistrate shook her head. "If he reaches the surface... millions will die."
Maximus grabbed a fallen maintenance hook, tore it free, and climbed toward the Pale Horse's flank.
Kallistrate shouted, "Maximus, WAIT!"
But he didn't.
He leapt.
He seized the side of the Pale Horse, dragging himself toward the Prophet.
Adon smiled down at him.
"Good," he whispered. "Come into the Dawn."
Maximus growled...
**"Not today."**
He lunged.
They collided atop the Pale Horse...
And the chamber detonated in blinding white light.
(Shadows Of Rome will return with the brand new mysterious episode)
Written By,
Ivan Edwin
Pen Name :Maximus.
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