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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.
PROLOGUE
TRINITY CHURCH – NEW YORK
THE CHURCH WAS ILLUMINATED by candles and a group of four people dressed as members of the Ku Klux Klan were carrying a Latin American boy who had been kidnapped the day before and drugged for sacrifice.
As they carried him on a stretcher, they said a repeated prayer...
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
What the fuck is going on? — Thought the boy.
Suddenly, he hears the prayer of those boys:
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Freddy looked at the altar and realized that he was facing one of the most beautiful architectural works he had ever seen in his life.
The four KKK placed it on the altar and took out a red-hot iron with an asterisk-like symbol.
— What are you going to do?
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
The taller man plunged the red-hot iron into the boy's chest, who roared in pain...
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Rex Maximus, Luciferi glorifymus!
Like a cornered game, Freddy used all his strength and kicked the head of the man who had the iron in his hand, but when he got rid of them, he grabbed a candelabra and attacked his tormentors when someone opened the main door of the church's nave:
— Is anyone there?
The man with a flashlight pointed towards the altar and focused on the boy who was bare chest bleeding.
— Are you all right, boy? — Said the watchman.
The young man threw the candelabrum in his direction and ran away.
The lookout looked down and saw the collapsed figure of four people dressed as Ku Klux Klan, took his phone and called the police.
