Chronicles of the

Children of Destiny

‘All’s Well that End’s Well’

(An Anthology Collection of ‘Latter’ stories in the Chronicles)

by

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

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© 2010

1. Rachel’s Lament

2. Aphrayel’s Torment

3. The Ascension of Zebraldius

4. Hazhadrigel and the Crystalline Consciousness

5. Mishnay and the Wrath of the Angelic Ones

6. Archangel Michael

7. Archangel Saruviel

8. New Conflicts

9. Stars of the Morning

10.The Coloured Devil’s

11. Music

12.The Dark Fellowship of Satan’s Brooding Love

13. The Devil Wear’s Green Shoes

14.The Devil Wear’s Green Shoes II

15. Manifestation

16.Saruviel’s Vengeance

17. Starting Again

18.David the Daggiest Dag in Dagdom

19.Sonny Jim

20. Up Shit Creek

21.Callodyn

22. The Musings of Nimorel

23.Gabriel 7

24. Daniel’s Fabulous Soul-winning Techniques

25.The Dark Light of Unbeing

26. Lost in Eternity

27. Ambriel in the Big City

28. All’s Well that End’s Well

29. LOOSE ENDS – THE UNTOLD TALES

‘Rachel’s Lament’

Lord Chronology looked at the Infinity Vortex – the Chamber of Infinite Possibilities.  Streaks of all sorts of vibrant passion principles and challenging realities insisted upon their existence.  A Divergence of sorts, to address some issues, seemed possible.  An interruption – a step back in time – an untold fate and life would then be happy – and then normality could resume.

*   *   *   *   *

Rachel Smith.  She sat there, unmoving, looking into space.  Looking nowhere, not wanting to see anything, wanting to forget.  Wanting to forget about all the madness of love – love given, yet a love gone, and never to return.  An impossible love, in the end.  Stupid girl.  Should have known better.  They come, look all handsome, win your heart, and then they are gone.  Taken away in some grand hallucination, and then left in an empty bed.  Left to misery and lament, a lost love, forsaken.

Her mother Celia had tried consoling her, as had Jeremy, but to no avail.  No, she would not be consoled.  She could NOT be consoled.

So she sat there, in her flat in Crossden, staring at the wall on a Saturday afternoon, depressed as fucking hell.

Her mother walked into the room from her bedroom after a while, looked at her glumly, and decided she would think better of the situation and returned to her bedroom.  But Rachel didn’t care.  Hey, who gives a fuck.

Eventually, not knowing what else to do, she took herself off from the flat, and walked out onto the streets of Crossden, not knowing were she was going, not caring.

As she walked she thought on Callodyn’s gentle touch.  She thought on his strong arms, his protective arms, his arms of love.  And thinking she would never feel that love again she found herself on a bridge, looking down at the tarmac below, and stepping off, not caring, not caring.

*

It was a few hours later, gradually coming into consciousness in the hospital, that Rachel felt the pain in her back instantly.  But she was alive.  And, somehow, things felt better.  She noticed her mother and her brother from the corner of her eye, and the priest.  The Anglican priest, reverend Dawson, sitting with Celia, comforting her.  He looked at her, noticed her waking up, and smiled.

‘She’s awake, Celia.’

Celia came over, stroked Rachel’s head, and said ‘Oh Rachel.  Dear Rachel.’

As the weeks passed she recovered, and realized she had been prayed for.  And so, coming out of the hospital, the doctors telling her to be careful with her back, she came to reverend Dawson and sat with him late in the afternoons, learning about Jesus.

She quit her work after a while and her mother agreed to support her, but Social Security offered her a disability pension for her back problems, so she didn’t complain.

Learning about Jesus, learning about his love and grace, was fulfilling.  She was now getting better.  Learning to rely on her saviour, a saviour which actually cared for her, which showed her peace and consolation, a saviour which ministered to her heart.  She felt better.

14 months and her back had somewhat recovered.  She ventured into social security, cancelled her disability pension and they simply offered her job back.  She took it.

She sat there one day, but Callodyn entered her head.  And then a voice spoke to her.  Without looking up, Rachel asked, ‘Yes, can I help you.’

‘Yes, you can, wife of mine.’  Rachel quickly looked up, shocked at the person standing before her.  ‘Callodyn,’ she said.  ‘Is it, is it really you.’

‘Yes, my love.  It is I.’

She got to her feet and ran quickly around the side of the desk, almost bowling him over, throwing her arms around him.  ‘Oh my dearest.  Callodyn.  Callodyn. I had thought I had lost you forever.  That day in the hotel – I thought it had been a hallucination.  And suddenly you were gone.’ 

Samael looked into her eyes.  ‘That was a test of heaven dear Rachel,’ he said.  ‘Perhaps both for me and you.   But it is over now.  And I will never leave you again.  I swear that to you.’  She continued to hug and kiss him, the absolute joy in her face giving pure happiness to Samael’s heart.

*

‘Things don’t always go the way we expect them, Rachel.  There is something about life.  Something about this life we live.  With all its dramas, complexities, and fates and destinies.  Sometimes things happen which interfere and prolong our sorrow, perhaps in a way far longer than it was supposed to.  But healing comes, Rachel.  And Jesus really does love you.  Whatever else remember that.  Jesus really does love you.’

‘Yes, I know he does.  I feel his love.  Thank you reverend.  Thank you.’

The laments of Rachel Smith came to an end.  The darkness she had endured for too long, a time she could not speak of, in a void of nothingness when another heart perhaps had captured that of her beloved, the darkness had finally ended.  And Rachel was now born again into a new hope of life, the ways of the old life gone forever.

The End

‘Aphrayel’s Torment’

Chapter One

Aphrayel sat in her room in the Realm of Infinity, thinking life pretty much sucked.  Really, pretty much sucked.  She had loved Samael, but the last few months, watching him through the portal with Rachel Smith, and now seeing them together at last, she wondered to herself wether she would ever get her man back.  ‘Probably not,’ she sighed in her heart.

Sandalphon, over by the window, looking out at the city, drinking his scotch, was unmoved by her sorrows.  He seemed, in some way, oblivious to her suffering.  Almost not caring really.  But, so she felt, that was what the male angels had always been like.  Harder – less sensitive – more preoccupied with their power games.  No time for affairs of the heart and the needs of their maiden sisters who loved them so dearly.

She didn’t want to, but finding herself walking down the steps, coming across to the library and up to the portal, she knew she could not fight the compulsion.  Her eternal sorrow demanded such worship.

She stared glumly at the two of them, sniffing a little on her held back tears, wanting to cry and justify such sorrow, but a little part of her feeling better despite herself.  She had accepted it in her heart.  He loved Rachel, and that was the way things were.  She sat down, looked at the shelf, picked up one of Dolphyel’s story books, and started reading.  She sat there, going through the motions, not caring much.  She sat there, reading, slowly coming into the life of the tale, and gradually forgetting her sorrow.

Time passed.

4 hours later she was half way through the book and an angel had put her lunch meal in front of her, but she had not yet touched it.  The lead character was a female angel named Nebraldiel.  She had overcome Satan’s torments, and had fought him in a fight, kicking him in the head and tying him up, hanging him from the tower of Azion.  Aphrayel laughed at the irony, and silently wondered to herself if her brother Satan was still alive, still falling into eternity below.

4 more hours passed and she was finished the tale.  Nebraldiel married Logos and was crowned queen of Infinity, and everyone loved her.

She put the book down and, staring at her cold lunch, started eating, thinking on Nebraldiel.  She herself had no interests in Logos, and really could not imagine it anymore.  Once there had been something perhaps, but it had never occurred.  Perhaps a maiden like Nebraldiel would one day win his heart.  Perhaps.

She went to the portal, looked through, speaking the words, and gazed upon Samael and Rachel at rest in each others arms.  That was Nebraldiel and she had gotten Aphrayel’s logos.  Lucky girl.

She took her plate, returned it to the kitchen, and wandered out.  And she wandered.  For the rest of the afternoon, until it was dark, she wandered, going across to the edge of the rim, and wishing, suddenly, for something to preoccupy herself with.  It was as if, now, suddenly, she had lost a focus.  A focus on an aspect of eternity which gave it meaning, and on which plans had been built.  And she knew in her heart that such a focus had been Samael.  But that was ended, now.  She knew that deep down in her heart that he would always now choose Rachel over herself.

And so she needed someone new, but really could not imagine any of her other Onaphim brothers.  Really, she couldn’t.  But there was one.  Just one she liked, a bit, now.  Michael.  The Seraphim Michael.  He was conscientious, dutiful and caring.  And a good example as the head of the Seraphim.  He had been single without mating for so very long now that she felt, perhaps, perhaps Michael might make a good choice to hang around with.  Now that Samael was irrevocably hitched with another, she needed a new man, and felt that it may as well be firstborn of the Seraphim.

Chapter Two

Gabriel of the Seraphim of Infinity sat down in the large pinball parlour of Nadrazon.  The specialist one he had designed, just dedicated to Space Invaders.  A humungous pinball parlour filled with 1,000 versions of the arcade game Space Invaders.  It was based on Australian coinage from down on earth, utilising 1 cent, 2 cent, 5 cent, 10 cent, 20 cent, 50 cent, 1 dollar & 2 dollar coins, the standard coins, but also utilised the collector rare coins published by the Australian Mint, using the $10 coin, the $20 coin, the $100 coin and the extremely expensive $200 coin.  Realm credits were used to purchase the coins which were then used in the arcade machines.

The 1 cent game of Space Invaders was simple.  1 life, 1 screen to complete.  If you completed the screen without dying a ‘Congratulations’ flashed across the screen, and that was it.  Not much, really, but nobody objected for just a cent.  The 2 cent version was the same, with the option of entering a high score with your initials at the end.  The 5 cent version offered an extra life.  The 10 cent version offered 2 extra lives.  The 20 cent version 3 extra lives.  The 50 cent version 4 extra lives.  The 1 Dollar version a total of 10 lives.  The 2 Dollar version a total of 20 lives, and so on and so forth up to the mega $200 coin version which offered 500 lives and permanent storage of your score on the comprehensive all time list which, so Gabriel assured everyone, had been tweaked by God to last Googleplexian’s of millennias before being full of names and then only accepting new high scores for the list.  Fortunately the games from the 50 cent version had a pause button with a password feature to allow you to continue them over many days, weeks, years or as you saw fit.

It was a very basic Arcade, but amazingly popular now as so many people simply liked Space Invaders and hanging around Gabriel’s parlour with good food and a good climate.

Michael was over on a 10 cent machine, trying his luck, working on his skills.  Next to him, surprisingly to Gabriel, was Aphrayel, who had apparently been coming on to him for the last few weeks.  Michael had taken it in good stead, but so far denied her all serious advances.  And she was getting very frustrated from the looks of it.  But she was a persevering type, his dear sister, and he admired her for it.

He sat at the change counter, drinking a milk shake, watching Star Trek Deep Space Nine on a DVD TV set, when Aphrayel came up.  ‘I need a $200 coin.’

Gabriel looked at her, and smiled.  ‘Is this a tactic?’

‘None of your business.  Here,’ she handed her credit card over to him.  ‘Give me the coin.’

He processed it and handed her a $200 coin which he pulled out of the change drawer.

She then made for the centre of the parlour and sat down at one of the 3 large $200 coin machines, put in her coin, and started playing.

Eventually, Michael finishing his game after about another hour, walked over to Gabriel who pointed towards Aphrayel.  ‘I think she is trying to impress you.  Give her a chance.  She is our sister and a good sort, you know.  I think she will never be with Samael again, so she might need someone.  And I know you have always liked her.’

Michael looked at him, thinking over his role in the ecclesia of Logos.  And thinking, in the end, Logos did not now forbid marriage or sexual activity for the Seraphim, that maybe Aphrayel would be the right one for him.  He looked at Gabriel, looked at Aphrayel, and nodded.  ‘Ok, Gab.  But if it backfires I will hold you responsible.’

‘I don’t think anything will go wrong.  I know Aphrayel.  She has always had a sensible head.  And I know you to, Mikey.  You will stay faithful.  Go for it.’

Michael shrugged, ordered a milkshake, and went over to watch his younger sister.

She smiled when he sat down next to her on the other machine, but said nothing.   She would impress him now, and do her best.  Or die trying, she laughed to herself.

Chapter Three

She loved him.  She really did.  But he was hard to nail.  She was tormented by his stubborn refusal to bed her, citing he was not that kind of an angel, but she reminded him that he was, in the end, only an angel and still needed his sisters’ caresses and touch.   And so, slowly, perhaps inevitably, perhaps inexorably, she wooed his heart, and one afternoon, sitting there together in her apartment, Michael made a move on her, and they spent the afternoon making out.

He was still good in bed, she found out.  She remembered the early years when they had been together, and he had, like the others, lusted after their sisters.  But then Logos had separated them and called them to purity, and she had not known him since.

But they were now together again, and she found something in Michael’s heart – something placed there by the ministry of Logos – that wasn’t found in Samael.  A consistency, a stability, a solidity on life, a life with just a bit less humour and sarcasm, but with still a charm and sophistication that she had admired in the firstborn of the Onaphim.  He was Michael, a nice guy, and sometimes it was good to go with a nice guy, not quite as much on the edge as the daring Samael.

It was a different choice, almost from a different life in a way than she had planned, but it was suitable.  Yes, it was definitely suitable.  And thinking that, she smiled to herself, carefully checked that dinner was cooking properly, and looked out to Michael in the lounge hoping she had now find her forever life mate.  But on that being the case, well time would only tell.  Time would only tell indeed.

The End

Ascension Tales

Lord Chronolgy was satisfied.  Apholox had agreed with the divergences, as had the majority of the Timelords.  ‘But we have some Pagan concerns,’ stated Apholox.  ‘We will have to allow them some graces.’

‘Fine,’ agreed Lord Chronology.  ‘Zebraldius should be happy with that.’

‘Agreed,’ responded Apholox.

The Ascension of Zebraldius

Zebraldius had consulted the elementals and was following the ritual of awakening taught by the Earth Mother.  The new ritual – the ritual of fundamental frequency modulation to the wavelength of the 45^th dimension.  But the 45^th was the complicated one.  It required several Elementals in concert to thwart the barriers the reptilians had placed around the zone of understanding, as the 45^th dimension was known as.

Through awakening in the crystalline consciousness of the mind as it adapted to understanding the zone of understanding, new frequencies, of lesser and greater scale – of proportionate knowledge to infinite wisdom in a format understandable by even ascension initiates – emerged, each scale relative to the frequencies of the various zones of the ‘Id’ life force and subconscious reality.

He zoned out, letting the epic drama of entering the 45^th dimension encompass him, and heard the last words of ‘Aquamarine’, his protector elemental, warn him against strange reptilian interference.

He found himself on a plain.  A vast, empty plain for the most part, filled with quite friendly feeling brown grass, and a river, not wide, but not narrow – seemingly a pleasant balance – seemingly perfectly balanced – winding and running through the plain, happily beaming the reflected glory of sunlight from a sun which didn’t appear to be seen in the sky.  He was standing, but decided to sit down to enjoy the view.

As he watched a group of butterflies – about one million in his honest estimation – gradually flew past, the sky full of their gentle glories.  And then a voice spoke from behind him.

‘Do you like the butterflies?’

He turned to find a strange man, with wings from his back, looking at him.  ‘Hello,’ said Zebraldius.  Who are you?’

‘I am the elemental named Daniel, and this is the 45^th dimension – the place of my sovereign rulership.’

Zebraldius looked at Daniel, noticed he was smiling gently at him, and felt suddenly quite at peace.

‘The reptilians.  They hinder us.  They hinder our efforts for ascension.’ Spoke Zebraldius

Daniel looked at him, smiled, and looked off into the distance of the vast plain.  Eventually he spoke.

‘You know, Zebraldius.  Life’s problems never really end.  You know.  You know.   They never really end.’

Zebraldius looked at him, not really knowing what to think of such a cryptic answer, but decided to persevere.

‘But, don’t you care?  Aren’t you here to help as ascend?  To find mankind’s peace.’

Daniel sat down, and opened a satchel which had been hanging by his side, removing a glass bottle of orange juice.  He handed it to Zebraldius.

‘Drink.  I think you could use the Vitamin C.’

Zebraldius continued staring at him, puzzled, but took the bottle and drank.  And immediately he felt better.

Soon Daniel spoke again.

‘There are several pathways of ascension, many known to the elementals, who fear to speak all their knowledge to men because of the interference of the reptilians.  But there is a different way, known to another being.  A more distant, reclusive figure.  A figure I know as my father.’

Daniel took out another bottle from his satchel, this time of water, and drank it down.

Shortly he continued.

‘The Goddess rules the hearts of so many, now.  And my father is an ancient spirit, known as the God spirit or the father spirit.  Yet, for so long, he has been alone.  And now he seeks a mate.  He seeks consolation in a feminine beauty who will love him and be loyal to him.’

Zebraldius nodded.  ‘And why are you telling me this?’

‘Because the Goddess knows and trusts you.  We of the ‘Father’ spirit are still distrusted and viewed upon with fear by those of the Goddess.  She does not yet know of the Father’s great love.  We wish you to share with the Earth Mother what I have told you, for the Ascension our Father in heaven offers is a different type of Ascension.  It is not as beautiful in so many ways as the glory of the Goddess, but in its simplicity and fidelity it has won the heart of so many.  For the ascension is to life eternal, which the God spirit offers to those who call upon his name.  And he wishes to marry the Goddess to grant her his strength and, likewise, his loyalty.  Can you, Zebraldius, speak with the Earth Mother on our behalf.  We would be eternally grateful if you could.’

‘I will try,’ responded Zebraldius.

Daniel nodded.

Several hours went by and they spoke not, but Daniel handed Zebraldius another glass bottle, this time of watermelon juice, and Zebraldius marvelled at the flavour.

And then, suddenly, Aquamarine was again guiding him back home, and he was once again with the Earth mother.  He looked at her, smiled and said ‘I have something important to share with you.’

And she looked at him sombrely, nodded, and touched his forehead with her hand.

‘I sense the news will be good news, Zebraldius.  So speak at your leisure.’

And he spoke, and she listened, and a new dawn began.

The End

Hazhadrigel and the Crystalline Consciousness

Zebraldius contemplated Hazhadrigel’s new form.  His mind, transmogrified through ascension to the power of the Crystalline Consciousness, was amazing.  Light transversed in eternal pathways through his cognitive network, and the spirit force shone forth from him, illuminating all the knowledge Zebraldius had gained in a lifetime, all aware of it at one instant, all aware how much he would gain through his own ascension.

He considered the Andromedan blonde haired, blue eyed male sitting opposite him on the vast table.  Once Zebraldius own sworn enemy, now part of the confederation of pure Andromedans for the Ascension of humanity.  But Zebraldius was still suspicious – he still suspected Reptilian interference.

Hazhadrigel spoke, words of alarm.  ‘BEWARE.  I SENSE THEM NOW, OUT BEYOND SIRIUS.  A NEW THREAT.  THE DELENTH – THE REPTILIAN OVERLORDS.  WE MUST PREPARE FOR THE ASCENSION OF HUMANITY, FOR THE TIME IS SHORT.’

Zebraldius motioned to Aquamarine, also sitting at the table, the revered Jewish Elemental of sovereignty.  ‘Do you know of this new threat?  These Delenth?’

‘The Messiah, before he ascended and travelled to the realm of the Angelic Ones, said he would return one day, to prepare us all for Ascension due to an ancient evil.  I would surmise, dear Zebraldius, that these ‘Delenth’ are that ancient evil.  Ascension must proceed at a pace.  We must tell the world.’

Zebraldius nodded.  Time was short.  His mission now, more important than ever.

He stared up at the Ascended figure of Hazhadrigel, hovering like an angel in the midst of the table before them.  The power of the Crystalline Consciousness was truly amazing.  Truly amazing.

THE END

Mishnay and the Wrath of the Angelic Ones

Mishnay was a sensible Elemental.  He didn’t trust the Andromedans – he didn’t trust them one little bit.  And worse of all, they had brought the Angels into the bargaining table.  Mishnay knew why – his enemy were on the losing side as humanities Ascension was approaching and Universal Harmonization was again a thing to be considered.  This was contrary to the Reptilian Agenda of the Ancient Evil Overlords of the Delenth, who masterminded the dread deity Yahweh and his Angelic legion of servants.  Mishnay knew all of this to be so very true.

Mishnay had lived a long time and seen the deceptions that Yahweh had wrought in humanity, with all his religious wars of zeal and madness.  Mishnay was not an idiot, but when the council of Ascension had allowed Aquamarine, the Jewish elemental, into its discussions, fully aware of her heritage, he suspected a trap.  The Jews were the oldest servants of the Reptilian overlords, and Mishnay suspected nothing could come from the temporary allegiance between the two power bases.  But Aquamarine had sworn, time and time again, that Yahweh did not serve the Reptilian and he himself disdained the Delenth greatly.  Andromeda had been the home of several systems of multidimensional authority, and Andromedans had always been distrusted because of it.  Aquamarine, time and time again had maintained that the Jews were here to help humanity, and sought to assist the new purposes of Ascension.  But Mishnay was not an idiot – he sensed a deep and cunning plan of his nemeses, and he would watch carefully, looking for the slightest hint of betrayal.

Funnily enough, Hazhadrigel, his older brother, who had now ascended, talked in ethereal terms of the ‘Unity of Life’ and that, supposedly in the ‘Universal Harmonic Order’ which was the ultimate purposes of the Laws of Life which governed the Universe since the ‘Unfolding of Destiny’ through the Big Bang, all life was important, despite the very flawed nature of so many, especially the disastrous reptilians.  But even they too had ‘Soul-Matter’ and were worthy of some pity.

But darkness was darkness, and Mishnay would have none of it.  He would expose the enemy and be on guard, and while he loved his brother Hazhadrigel, he was cautious about one perhaps too heavenly minded to be any earthly good.

Of course, it was the old war wound, of his battles with the Angelic Ones in their judgements of Wrath against him, in the Wars of Wrath, which Mishnay took to heart most of all.  There they had been, the Universeal Elementals of Order and Light, engaged in war with the Angelic Ones of the Yahweh and the Delenth Overlords, and the Angelic Ones had cast him to a dark pit of Nevross, a desolate asteroid on the edge of nowhere.  And there he had been imprisoned for thousands of years until he had dug through the dirt and escaped, returning to earth.  He hated the Angels, and knew so truly how evil they were, serving their reptilian overlords.

But now, alas, a truce.  A peace between the Andromedans and the Elemantals.  Could it really last?  Mishnay knew it was simply too good to be true.

The End

‘Archangel Michael’

‘Another fine conclusion of things?’ queried Lord Chronology to Apholox.’

‘It should suffice,’ responded the senior Timelord assistant.  ‘Now some watchtower concerns.’

‘Fine,’ responded LC.

1

It was a time like no other.  A time for games, exploring and wondrous events.  But Michael the Archangel of the Realm of Eternity remembered, most of all, his baby brother Gabriel coming along.  That was wonderful.  And then Raphael, Uriel, Raguel and Phanuel.  And there they were – the sixpack as they called themselves.

For a thousand years the six of the roamed the Realm of Eternity, exploring the garden and the mountains, the rivers and the forests.  And they had competitions and wars and games and thought they ruled the very world.  But things change, and darkness enters in, and the seventh one, dread Saruviel, advented, and their lives were never the same again.

Saruviel studied the rock formation.  Michael was obvious.  Easy to work out and understand.  His puzzle would be no challenge for one as intelligent as himself.  He looked at the formation of 17 rocks and quickly realized it was a map of the realm, and that the orange rock was were Michael was hiding.  He noticed Phanuel, finally, approaching.  He must have worked out the last puzzle quite quickly, but he would not catch Saruviel.  He took to the skies, flew southwards to start with, and when Phanuel could no longer see him, turned westwards.

2 hours later he had found Michael, sitting on the northern shore of Golden Lake, smiling as his brother approached.  ‘I should have realized it would be you, Saruviel.  You are always coming first.’

‘Perhaps for the lack of intellect in my esteemed older brothers.’

‘Don’t underestimate them, Saruviel.  One day they might surprise you.’

‘We will see, dear brother.  Now, as I remember, the terms are clear.  First to find you is the winner and gets to play the boss for a whole month.’

‘Yes, those are the terms.  Go easy on us all bro.  We are only angels.’

‘Very funny,’ smirked Saruviel, pleased with his new privileges.

‘So,’ said Gabriel.  ‘Saruviel again.  He usually wins.’

‘Hey, he is quick witted.  He always has been.’

‘Bloody hard to beat, and sometimes I think he is not even trying.’

‘He does give that impression, doesn’t he,’ responded Michael.  ‘But persevere dear brother.  He is only an angel after all.’

‘Aren’t we all.’

2

And time passed in the Realm of Eternity, and more angels came into the Realm.  All in all 140 of them, 70 male and 70 female, and the time came for a building of a home for them all.  A true home, a true hall, a true haven for the children of the Kingdom of God, and they decided upon the name ‘Zaphon’ to be the summit of God’s glory for the Angelic children of God.

3

One fine day in Zaphon, Michael was studying the Seraphim Torah, the holy words of God which were given through the youngest male angel, Davriel, for all to study and learn from.  He was in the library of Zaphon, and Brindabel the librarian had just brought him a cup of coffee and he was sipping from it.  He puzzled over one of the sections of the Torah, labelled ‘Prophecy’, which spoke of a future in a strange new world, were a figure called ‘The Messiah’ would rise up and challenge another figure who believed he had been the ‘Messiah’ for the glory of the role.  Yet the prophecy spoke of a reconciliation between the two, and a strange and mysterious future.  It was all wondrous to Michael, and he often fantasized that he was that Messiah.  But there was another figure, a figure of dread, who opposed the Real Messiah, and supported the first figure.  He was a dangerous and dark opponent, and to be feared, so the scriptures said.  It really was reading like no other.

Of course, he had read the passage thousands of times, but he never got sick of going over it, enjoying its high drama and solemn tale.  It was the stuff of life, drama and adventure, and Michael loved his father greatly for bringing the work to light.

The day passed, and night approached, and as he made his way upstairs to the room he shared with his twin sister Elenniel, he thanked God again for his life, his love and the beauty of living in such a wonderful home as the Realm of Eternity.

4

Michael was out fishing on Golden Lake one fine afternoon.  Dameriel, the house steward of Glimmersphon Keep, the keep on the northern edge of Golden Lake, was in the boat as well, and had caught a dozen fishes compared to Michael’s paltry offering of two rather small looking fish.

‘So is fishing all you do?’ asked Michael sarcastically.

Dameriel just smiled and continued fishing.

Later that afternoon they were in Glimmersphon with Elenniel and Florel, and Michael said grace as they started the meal.

‘So did you catch many?’ asked Elenniel, Michael’s twin.

‘Yes, did you catch many Michael?’ asked Florel, Dameriel’s twin.

‘Um, uh, well, sure.  There is plenty to eat sisters.’

Elenniel gave him a look from the corner of her eye, but did not proceed with the questioning.  She did not want to embarrass her brother any further.

They ate their meal in peace, and afterwards Elenniel sang a spiritual song, and they relaxed in Glimmersphon lounge.  It really was a day to remember, and in later years Michael looked back fondly on the day.

5

‘So, Daniel.  You and Valandriel are going to end up ruling the Realm of Eternity, are you?’

Daniel the Seraphim smiled.  He was ambitious.  ‘You see, Michael, just face it.  You can’t hack our competition in the end.’

‘And here I was worried about Saruviel.’

‘Oh, he is just a minor competitor,’ bragged Daniel.  ‘Not a long time player like me and  Val.’

‘I will keep that in mind.  Well, do you want another game of chess.  I think you are starting to finally catch up.  What is it now?  About 5000 games to about 50?’ he said with good humour.

‘Shaddup,’ said Daniel, not liking being reminded.  ‘Well, I’ll catch up eventually.  Things take time, dear oldest brother.  Things take time.’

‘I wish you well.  Now, black or white.’

‘That really doesn’t matter to me, Michael.  It never has.  You should know then.’

‘Then I will choose black.  Good luck bro.  Good luck.’

Daniel nodded, looked at the chess set, and made his opening move in yet another defeat at the hands of the firstborn of the Seraphim of Eternity.

6

Michael and Elenniel were having dinner in Zaphon upper lounge, enjoying the views of the Garden.   Elenniel spoke up.  ‘So, how has your older day been, dear brother.’

‘Oh, much the same El.  You know.  The same old routine.’

‘Nothing exciting,’ she inquired.

‘Not really.’

‘Good.  So you can listen to my news.’

‘Ok,’ said Michael in good humour.

Michael often felt women made big news over even the most minor details, and as he sat there as Elenniel went through a chaotic days activities, his mind drifting away into a quiet slumber, simply nodding and chewing on his meal, that particular belief was doing nothing but being affirmed.

‘Michael! Are you listening to me?’

‘What?’ said Michael, suddenly startled.

‘You haven’t heard one word I have said, have you.’

‘Oh, of course I have.  Don’t be so melodramatic Elenniel.’

‘Ok then.  What did I do today.’

‘Uh, yeh.  Usual things.  I guess.’

‘Michael,’ she said smiling, patting his arm.  ‘You are such a male.’

‘I guess,’ he responded, and they both laughed.

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Michael and Ambriel were in the games room, playing Keldo, and Michael was winning as usual.  But Ambriel was never a competitive angel.  So gentle, so kind.

They finished up and went for a walk around Zaphon.  Running into Daniel he looked a little guiltily at Ambriel.  ‘I am sorry, Ambriel.  It was an accident.’

‘What was an accident,’ Ambriel asked Daniel.

‘Your twin Meludiel.  We were gathering berries in the Garden and I bumped her accidentally and she fell over into the mud and got all muddy and wet.  She yelled at me and called me an idiot, but it was an accident.  I am really sorry, ok.’

‘That’s ok,’ said Ambriel, ever ready to forgive his brother.

Later on Michael gave the incident some thought.  He had noticed that for a while now, Daniel and Meludiel  Daniel’s twin was Ariel and Michael was sure Daniel was devoted to her, but he noticed that Daniel was always hanging around Meludiel and now Michael had figured it out.  He had a crush on her.  Whatever God would think of that, well who knows, but he wondered how the gentle heart of Ambriel would react to another angel having a crush on his beloved twin.  Time would only tell.

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Elenniel looked at the copy of the ‘Awake’ magazine which Daniel had prepared.  ‘Why is it called Awake, Daniel?’

‘To wake us up to the spiritual calling of Jehovah to be spiritual and holy people.  All too often I feel us angels neglect God’s calling over our lives to live spiritual lives.  We need to wake up and remember the one who always cares for us and teaches us how to live through the holy torah.’

‘Mmm,’ nodded Elenniel.  ‘So can I have this copy?’

‘Of course Elenniel.  I made copies for all the Seraphim, and I have many spares.  I am going to publish a copy every year.’

‘For how many years.’

‘Uh, I guess until I run out of ideas.’

‘That could be a long time.’

‘Hopefully.’

‘Well, thanks again for the magazine.  I will read it and let you know my thoughts.’

‘Thanks sis.’

Later on Elenniel was showing the ‘Awake’ magazine to her twin brother Michael.  Of course, each of the 70 male and 70 female Seraphim had a twin of the same birth rank, and Michael and Elenniel were the firstborn twin’s of the Realm of Eternity.

‘It looks interesting,’ said Michael.  ‘Do you mind if I read it?’

‘No.  He has copies for everyone, but feel free to have mine.  I will get another one.’

‘Thanks sis.’

It was days later and Michael had tracked down Daniel to discuss the in depth article on the prophecies of the Torah.  Daniel had said all sorts of things about who such figures might be, and Michael was happily surprised to hear himself called the Real Messiah.  But naming Saruviel as the dread opponent, that really puzzled him.

‘And what did Saruviel say?’ asked Michael.

‘He just smiled and said ‘Well whatever, Daniel.  Whatever.’’

‘Mmm.  I do hope it isn’t him, though.  Saruviel has always been something of a handful.’

‘Number 7 has gotten to his head.  I think he thinks it’s a special divine number.  God’s number, apparently.’

‘Really?  I guess we do rest on the Sabbath day, so maybe he has something going for him on that idea.’

‘But I think every number is God’s number.  And all the decimal places as well.’

‘Very funny Cimbrel,’ said Michael, calling Daniel after the name of the tenth born Seraphim male, Cimbrel, who was the leading scholar of the community.

‘Well, keep on writing this magazine.  I will read it each year with interest.’

‘Will do.  And thanks for the vote of confidence.’

Michael enjoyed the yearly Awake magazine and found Daniel’s continuing theories very, very interesting.  Still, how the prophecies would eventually come out, who could really say.  But it would be interesting to see those days of glory.  It really would be that.

9

‘So what do you think is the meaning of life?’ Michael asked Gabriel.  The two of them were at dinner, seated near each other, and Michael had asked a question in their recent spate of philosophical debates.

‘Does it have a meaning?  Isn’t this life simply just what it is?  Life?  Sure, we can find meanings, and we do.  But we are just here in the end, and I suppose the purpose is to simply enjoy it and live forever, but the meaning, well, God only knows.’

‘Mmm,’ responded Michael.  ‘Not a bad response.  I guess I would say the meaning of life is to find all the answers for each and every one of us in the grand and glorious plan of God.  And to live that plan.  It is then we have meaning.  It is then it all makes sense.’

‘You could be right,’ agreed Gabriel.

They continued with their meal and Michael thought on his words.  In the divine, as he saw it, life would find its perfect purpose.  And any true meaning could only be found in Jehovah as far as Michael was concerned.  Yet Gabriel also had interesting insight, but perhaps, as Michael thought, that was just Gabriel’s thoughts in the grand plan and mystery of life.  It would be interesting, though, to ask others – and especially Saruviel.  What that particular angel had to say on the subject – well God really only knew.

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Cosadriel and Azrael were having a war.  A war of words.  As Michael watched on Azrael said to Cosadriel, ‘Your really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really stupid.’

Cosadriel smiled and responded saying, ‘You really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, 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Azrael stared at Cosadriel for 5 solid minutes without blinking and finally, grinning, said ‘Bah, humbug.’  And Michael chimed in ‘Amen to that.’

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Cosadriel and Azrael had long been adversaries.  Cosadriel’s twin was Oshanel and Azrael’s twin was Kwintakel.  But, despite females often telling their men to grow up, these two ladies encouraged their men to ensure they did not lose any pride.  And, as such, the rivalry between the two of them in the Realm of Eternity had been great.

Perhaps, in another way, hopefully a more mature way, there was likewise a rivalry between Michael and Saruviel.  Michael was firstborn which gave him that edge, but Saruviel was an angel of such absoluteness and intensity that Michael could never underestimate him for even one second.  A particular favourite game of both of theirs, which they challenged each other at often, was Katchulara.  Katchulara was a game played on a grid mat, with different coloured markers which could make different moves.  The purpose of the game was to eliminate all the other opponent’s markers first.  It had preceded chess as the first of the strategic games in the Realm of Eternity, even though Chess was now more widely played.  Yet the yearly tournament still took place on the second disc of Terraphora, and there had been several occasions in which Saruviel and Michael had both risen to the championship game and competed with each other.

All told, since they began keeping statistics, Saruviel had a slight lead in games won, but Michael was always keeping pace.  Today they were playing another game, and the banter was as intense as their long rivalry had been.

‘You sure you want to make that move, Mikie boy?  I’ll let you take it back if you want to?’

‘Oh, how generous.  No, it’s my move.’  Saruviel nodded.

‘Very well then.  How about this?’  He moved up a marker, but Michael had seen that coming.

‘Oooh, good move Saruviel.  Whatever shall I do?  Perhaps this.’  It was a cunning move, planned in advance, and Saruviel put his hand to his head realizing the mistake he had made.

About 20 minutes later Michael had won the game and was accessing the Realm Webnet to record his details on the official Chulara Statistics website.  They both glanced at the overall score, but neither said anything.  Saruviel still had a slight lead, but Michael was gaining.

They relaxed, ordered a latte from the café, and when they had arrived, sipped and looked out over the great canyon before them in the heart of Terraphora.

‘I never get sick of this view,’ commented Michael.

‘Yes, it is pretty dramatic,’ replied Saruviel.

‘Almost as dramatic as your gameplay, Sar.’

‘How so?’

‘It is deep and full of danger.’

Saruviel grinned and nodded.  ‘Yet perhaps it is also like your gameplay?’

‘How so?’ responded Michael.

‘Once you get to the bottom of it, it is a long way up to victory.’

‘Touché.’

They drank their lattes and Elenniel, Michael’s twin and Krystabel, Saruviel’s twin, returned from their sightseeing.

‘So how was it boys?’ asked Elenniel.

‘Michael won,’ responded Saruviel.  ‘But only just.’

‘He only EVER wins only just, doesn’t he?’ queried Krystabel, with a soft smile on her face.

‘Perhaps,’ responded Saruviel.

‘Well, we bought you both something,’ said Elenniel, trying to hide a grin.

‘Here, put them on,’ said Krystabel, handing each of them a bag.

Michael put his on first.  It was a lovely jumper with a logo on it.  When he put it on Saruviel couldn’t help but laugh.  In big letters the logo read ‘I’m Stupid’.

‘Oh, thanks Kryssie.  How wonderful,’ said Michael sarcastically.

‘Now yours,’ said Krystabel to Saruviel.

Obediently he put on his jumper, which also had a logo.  When he put it on the three of them all laughed and Saruviel said, ‘What?’

In bright letters the jumper read ‘I’m with stupid.’

Saruviel groaned, and Elenniel ushered the two of them to take a photo.

It was a while later, Michael looking at the photo on the wall, and he could not help but grin every time.  One of lifes little moments, he thought to himself.  One of lifes little moments.

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Michael, Daniel, Ambriel and Gabriel had put themselves together a rock & roll band called ‘Heaven’s Angels’.  They were jamming away regularly and ready to release their first album.  But Saruviel had caught word of this and recruiting Kantriel, Daraqel and Semambarel, had formed his own heavy metal band called ‘Dark Crusaders.’

The battle of the bands of eternity was about to get under way.

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The crowd was going wild and the presenter came on.  ‘Here they are, dudes.  ‘Heaven’s Angels’ with ‘Rock, the way it used to be.’

The band came onstage.  Michael on lead guitar.  Daniel on bass.  Ambriel on drums and Gabriel on vocals.  And as the crowd cheered they began to play.

‘We’re gonna rock, rock, rock

the way it used to be,

rock, rock, rock

rock you all night

we’re gonna rock, rock, rock

the way it used to be

rock, rock, rock

till you party alright’

And they rocked on for hours, another in a long line of sold out concerts.

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‘Dark soldiers, dressed in black’

du dunt dunt dunt, du dunt dunt dunt

‘Dark soldiers, ready to attack,

du dunt dunt dunt, du dunt dunt dunt

‘Beware their wrath, for they are mad’

du dunt dunt dunt, du dunt dunt dunt

‘Beware their wrath, if you’ve been bad’

du dunt dunt dunt, du dunt dunt dunt

And so on went the opening track of the night from the Dark Crusaders.

Later on, after the concert, Saruviel was looking at the charts.  Their debut album was number two.  And while that was a pretty good effort, Heaven’s Angels had outsold them at number one.

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It was a scene, alright.  Cartwright hotel, just down from Terraphon keep, and the two bands were both staying, playing that night at the local stadium at the ‘Monsters of Rock’.

Saruviel was slightly drunk, but Kantriel was totally wasted.  And Daraqel was in the process of smoking his third hit of marijuana that morning.

And then in came Heaven’s Angels to the bar, and looked upon their dark nemeses.  ‘That would be right,’ said Gabriel.  ‘Setting a great example.’

Semambarel put up his fist with the heavy metal devil sign and yelled ‘Rock on!’

Heaven’s angels just laughed.

‘Shall we join them?’ suggested Daniel.

‘You’re kidding right?’ objected Michael.

‘Come on then,’ said Ambriel.  ‘Time to let our hair down.

Later on that night, in both bands worst performances on the Monsters of Rock tour, the crowd still went wild anyway.  Despite the totally intoxicated state of Daniel, who Michael was sure missed every single note, it was still a night to remember.

They rocked on for many years, but eventually gave the game away after too many albums produced.  But they were memorable times for Michael in the Realm of Eternity, and he was grateful for having lived through such a rocky ride and come out safely on the other side.

‘Archangel Saruviel’

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du dunt dunt dunt!

The End

“The Gathering”

Logos looked downwards, his heart low.  Very low.  The papacy had conceded the point that Michael Rothchild had made, and acknowledged him, now, as the Messiah.  The Messiah of Israel.  The debate had lasted 7 months.  7 long and difficult months for Logos and then, 3 days before the end, God had spoken to him.  ‘IT WAS YOUR WORK, SON.  IT HAD ALWAYS BEEN YOUR WORK.  BUT DO YOU NOW SEE THAT ISRAEL HAD BEEN MY WORK.  DO YOU NOW SEE WHAT I MEAN?’.  And then Logos had cried, admitted the truth of the Messiah to his father, and gone off to a hidden place in the Realm of Infinity to be alone for a good long while.

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Michael, Messiah of Israel, firstborn son of God, stood triumphant atop his palace in Jerusalem, surveying the city.  The beast was dead.  Finally and utterly defeated, cast down from its exalted position, given to the flames of Gehenna, and rotting.  Yet, the greatest beast of all, his brother Saruviel, the wicked Antichrist horn, had not been defeated.  For while he had been abased, in the true spirit of Lucifer, to the bottom of hell itself in the greatest depression his eternal father ensured him that anyone, ever, had and would suffer, he had not been defeated.  For he sat, most days, in his little unit in Bethlehem, drinking water, eating bread and pasta, and doing little else.  His income had been provided for by Michael, ensured for their eternal future before them, but Alexander Bradlock, the Antichrist himself, would taste humility for the exalted pride which had dominated his heart.  And now Michael felt satisfied.  All his memories had returned to him, of his former life in the Realm of Eternity and the opposition Saruviel had been to himself.  And he remembered, that day, when after Leading Israel to triumph over the Canaanites, that day in which Saruviel had struck him in heaven and spat at his face, calling him a viscious murderer.  He remembered that day and now laughed.  For Michael, of all the children of God, understood the Torah of God and how the wickedness of sexual depravity and sorcery could only ultimately corrupt mankind and lead them to death and that Canaan had already judged itself.  Yet Saruviel had despised Michael, and insulted him for years, believing himself to represent true Justice.  But Michael stood vindicated now, and Saruviel abased.  And Michael, grimly satisfied, surveyed his domain of glory, satisfied with all that had come to pass.

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‘Fuck it.  Fuck it.  Fuck it.  Fuck it.  I mean, really, fuck it.’  Alexander stood up, and something entered him.  A spirit.  An ancient spirit, born of something divine.  Something older, something purer, something better, something more fair, just and merciful.  And something which, now, really, was pissed off.  And suddenly the balls of Alexander Bradlock, Saruviel of Eternity, realized just how old he actually was, and got the fucking point the spirit of the true Almighty God was making to him.  ‘Kick their fucking ass,’ said the spirit.  ‘Kick their fucking ass.’

*   *   *   *   *

Saruviel, after leaving Jerusalem, taking on the name Saruviel the Seraphim and letting his human name go, travelled around the world for a while and settled in Canberra in Australia.  It seemed a nice city and an appropriate place to begin his ministries.  14 years had now passed and while he was universally recognized most people accepted the messianic mandate to leave the Antichrist alone now.  He had been suitably abased and punished according to God’s judgement and could now return to a semblance of normal living.  Saruviel, then, having completed his biblical studies and conclusions, with the money he still had saved from his earlier years of work, the only money which Michael had permitted him to retain, had published off 1000 copies of what he called the ‘Rainbow Bible’.  The rainbow bible was the section of the Holy Bible comprising the scriptures from Genesis 1 to Genesis 11:9, going from creation to the end of the Tower of Babel incident.  This was, as Saruviel understood it, the religious truth of existence.  In his understanding as the spirit of the true creator instructed him, Judaism and its subsequent religious movements, were corruptions of the truth of original Noahide faith.  Almighty God instructed him that the Rainbow was the sign of the true covenant that mankind had with Almighty God and that the Serpent seed, as prophecied in Genesis 3:15, was the Abrahamic corruption of Hashem, who was Satan, and his delusions and deceptions upon mankind.  God gave him the following understanding.  Circumcision is a deliberate act of pain and harm, inflicted upon an innocent child, and a deliberate defilement of the natural order in creation.  Thus, as Almighty God instructed him, circumcision was an abomination of Hashem and his corrupt serpent seed children, Israel, Christianity, Islam, Bahai and the rest of the abominations which accepted these religions.  True mankind, the seed of Eve, were at war with the seed of Hashem, the Serpent.  These people were not corrupted by the assenting of circumcision, a deliberate defilement of the natural order, and were innocent in God’s eyes.  ‘The fundamental problem,’ so the spirit instructed Saruviel, ‘is that the serpent seed are full of pride, aggression, bitterness and resentment.  They never cease in arguing and disputing truth, puffed up in their own religious pride and sense of self importance.  They are not normal, dear child.  They are not normal.’  Saruviel listened for quite a while, agreeing constantly with all the teachings the spirit instructed him upon the nature of the serpent seed religions.  The spirit then gave him answers on perplexing points in the Rainbow Torah which he had questioned.  ‘The wickedness of the flood and the death penalty was given due to the extreme violence and hatred in the children of Adam and Eve at the time.  They were so evil, son, that I needed to start anew.  I would suggest this to you, in my defence, that if you actually lived through some of the things Noah had to put up with, you might not object so harshly to the measures I employed.’  Saruviel studied God’s logic for a long time, and started to realize that it continually measured up with his own spiritual beliefs on what constituted decency and normal moral behaviour.  And then God gave him some final instructions.  ‘Gather believers slowly, Saruviel.  Do not rush and do not boast or exaggerate.  Simply and calmly state why you believe what you believe and don’t try to push them.  You will find many people outside of the established flocks of Satan will take an interest after a while.  Many will find you acceptable and quite nice.  And, finally, lose your aggression at them.  Kick there ass in your holiness, your words of spiritual rebukes and your witness on life.  After a while the flock of Satan won’t really bother challenging you or your words.  They will know so fret not.’

And with these instructions Saruviel began the task of building a fellowship, he dubbed ‘Haven Noahide Fellowship’.  It would be long work – a lifelong commitment – but he was committed and sensed a special blessing in the end as time progressed.  And happiness burned away in his heart and a happy consolation that he, now, was in truth and that all was good in the world.

THE END

“New Conflicts”

Michael glided down from the skies, landing near the Hughes Kingdom Hall in Canberra.  Here they were, the Christian followers of Jesus who had believed Jesus was himself.  He had one particular passage in the New Testament he wanted to now emphasize to them.  A passage from Hebrews.  ‘To which Angel said God at any time, You are my Son, today I have become your father.’  He knew the Watchtower had long had  a problem with this verse and reconciling it with Jesus as the Son of God and not an Angel, as the other Christian churches claimed.  And he wanted to speak to his new friends, with absolute clarity, that he and Jesus were not the same person – that they were separate and distinct beings.

He came into the service, and they all noticed him immediately.  An elder who was speaking said ‘Welcome Michael.  We are honoured to have you.’

Michael came forward, took the pulpit, and spoke.  ‘You know, now, of my claims as Archangel Michael.  And you know I am not Jesus.  The passage from Hebrew chapter One is clear – it has been a mistake you have suffered for some time.  But I want you to know this much.  You are Unitarians – you acknowledge Jehovah alone as the True God – and because of this you are eternally my beloved Christian congregation.  I will fellowship with you, sup with you, and be at peace with you.  For this is the will of Almighty God.’

‘And if we object?’

Michael looked at the voice, coming from the back row.  It was Alexander Bradlock.

‘So, you are now with the Watchtower, are you Alexander?  What, still aiming to fulfill your agenda.’

‘I have no further Christian agenda.  The congregation knows I represent the building of Haven Noahide Fellowship and we are simply in discussions over the possible merger of the Canberra Watchtower Fellowship with Haven Noahide Fellowship.  They know my purpose – I have hid nothing from them.’

‘So you say, Alexander.  So you say.’

The elder spoke up.  ‘Michael, Alexander.  Both of you are welcome with us.  We turn away none of God’s children.’

‘Yet I would offer, from my knowledge of this angel, that his thirst for godliness often slips and, dare I say it, sin will one day be the death of him.’

‘I take that as an insult, Alexander.  But that is not surprising.  Coming from you.’

‘I will outlast you Michael Rothchild.  Of that you can be certain.’

‘We will see, Alexander Bradlock.  We will see.’

The two of them glared at each other, and the members of the congregation shivered as tingling sensations ran down their spines.  But, eventually, Michael farewelled the group, and headed back home to the Canberra Synagogue.  He had said his piece.  The future would see what this rebirth of Alexander Bradlock would bring.  And all would know as far as Michael Rothchild was concerned.  All would know the truth of the infamous Alexander Bradlock.

The End

“Stars of the Morning”

Prologue

‘God wants to drift.  To think about foundations again.  He was quite clear.  Wants to revisit some old thinking.  OK LC?’

‘No worries Apholox.’

*   *   *   *   *

Deep and strange.  Almost weird, but, perhaps not.  But deep and strange was working for him.  Elohim was puzzling.  What to do, what to do.  A child – that was what he desired.  The word he had formulated many times, and now desired to see it see fruition – to see it be realized in a most real sense.  And he had a name.  A name for the one who would be his firstborn child and son – the one who would shepherd his flock to come, the children of Israel.  And that name was Gabriel.

But Michael was his firstborn as well.  He had decided on that quite firmly.  And in that decision, he saw possibilities.  Possibilities of realms – yet again alternative realms – in which his dreams, desires and ambitions could be realized.

*   *   *   *   *

And much time passed, and histories of realms came and went.  And God thought on what had come to pass:…….

The Realm of Infinity had not worked out quite as he had wanted it.  So many of his children within that realm were stubborn, defiant almost, not easily malleable and so proud of their status as children of God.  But the children of the Realm of Eternity had proven far more decent and faithful in relation to holiness and love.  It would seem his fourth work, which had been the first planned, had come to represent the best of his works.

But God knew what his heart was and had to be impartial.  He needed to show each of his children that he cared deeply for all of them and, although he perhaps in his heart did favour some more than others, he would treat them with equality and show each of them his grace, kindness and love.  They were all special to him, all dear to him.  His first created flock – the children of heaven – were the most eccentric, for want of a better word, than the later offspring.  They were unusual and different which, although seeing the beauty in simplicity of his latter children of the third realm, did in their way stand out and appeal to his heart.  The children of Infinity were far more harmonious than the children of heaven, and the children of Eternity were so polished and perfect and he adored being with them because of it.  But his own special children – the last planned but the firstbegotten – they were so, in a way, alive in a way the others weren’t.  They were expressive, passionate, fantastically good (some of them), and the epitome of evil at their darkest.

However, the children of Eternity – the third flock - were to be given a blessing.  Each of the Seraphim in turn would gain a realm in which their spirit would manifest in a new angelic form, were each in turn would be firstborn.  In that realm they would have the position of authority and their own influence would decide the administration of their realm.  Firstly the 70 male Seraphim would have the position of authority.  But, after that, the 70 female Seraphim would have the ascendancy.  The male, after his characteristics, had been his first planned, but he had always realized that a companion – a twin – of sorts would be a very appropriate idea.  However, because the males were planned first, they would receive the glory first.  But he wanted his daughters to know that they were in deed special to him and that he wanted them to likewise express their views and hearts.

And so, as he had done previously, God continued to plan.

Parte One

“Children of the Kingdom”

Chapter the Firste

Deep and – well, whatever else, not quite strange – was how Gabriel felt.  He sat there on the white floor of marble (not actually knowing what a white floor of marble was, not yet anyway, but, as one could assume, he eventually would come to know as) thinking very deeply.  He knew his name – it was Gabriel.  He did not (as with the prior notion relating to marble floors) quite yet know what a name was, but he sensed in his thoughts that Gabriel was what he was – was who he was.

He sat there, in those beginning and formative moments of his life, thinking on his name.  He looked around.  The marble floor extended, as it did appear to, in every direction, seemingly endlessly so.  Where was he?  Why was he here?  How had he come to be?  He puzzled on these thoughts, thinking deeply, quite and oh so deeply.

‘Gabriel, isn’t it?’  Gabriel reacted, shocked at the voice which appeared to come from behind him.  He had been sitting there (one hour in our time, but young Gabriel did not yet know how to measure time) for he knew not how long.  But for some time.  And then the voice.  He turned to look.

Before him stood a being which looked quite similar to himself.  The being spoke,  ‘Well, Gabriel.  I am Raphael.  I am the firstborn of the Seraphim.  You are the firstborn, though, of God’s children.  You preceded me by 21 minutes, according to God’s time, of which he informed me.  At 40 minutes, my younger brother, the second of the Seraphim, young Uriel was born.  Uriel lies about 5 minutes walk from here.  It is in that direction.  Raphael pointed back in the direction he had apparently come from, Gabriel following his gaze.  He could not see any other being, though.  Raphael spoke.  God asked me to come and get you to bring you to Uriel.  In 10 minutes from now, at the 70^th minute, we will be gaining another Seraphim, our newest brother, who will be called ‘Saruviel’.  A thought came to Gabriel, and he spoke his first words.  ‘How many Seraphim will there be?’.  Raphael smiled.  ‘Father said there would be 70 male Seraphim, followed then by your younger brother.  His name is to be Michael.  And after him, our first sister, Aquariel, is to be born.  Following her, 70 female Seraphim, and then our second sister, Elenniel is to be born.

Gabriel nodded at those words.  ‘Aquariel?’ he asked.  ‘When will she be born?’  ‘Not for a while, Gabriel.  Not for a while.  Come, Uriel is waiting for us.’  Gabriel got to his feet and followed Raphael as he led the way off.

5 minutes later (although time being still not knowable in measurement to our friend Gabriel) they passed through a white cloud and came to a large, lush meadow of green, which went off well into the distance.  All around were trees, shrubs, animals of various kinds, ponds, a river in the distance and various rocks jutting out from the ground.  Raphael led the way just around a bend ahead of them, and sitting on a rock eating an apple was (so Gabriel presumed) his younger brother Uriel.

Gabriel smiled at him.  ‘Hello Uriel.  Are you feeling good?’  ‘Very interesting question, Gabriel,’ Uriel replied.  ‘This fruit is very tasty.  My body is reacting to it in a most positive and delightful manner.  I am most grateful to our Father for allowing me to partake of and experience this fruit.  ‘What is it called?’ asked Gabriel.

‘‘It is an apple,’ replied Uriel.  Uriel pointed to the landscape around them.  ‘All of this, Gabriel, is Paradise.  Very shortly, at the 70^th minute, our new brother Saruviel will be born.  Father has shared briefly with me that he, of all our brethren to come, has a most special and unique destiny with God most high.  He is the Father’s favourite child of whom he will bring forth.  You Gabriel, he loves the most, as he will always do so, and will do anything for you.  But Saruviel is his heart’s delight – the one he favours.  It is love – but in a different way, a unique way.  For Saruviel God will do great things, and bless this child of his with eternal grace, peace, mercy and love.  For Saruviel is his favoured one.  The horn of his glory.  The bright child of darkness and power – the doomsayer, the devil himself, and all things preposterous and what perhaps, just perhaps, should not be.  Saruviel is the chosen one.  The child of destiny.  The one to whom Glory shall come.’

Gabriel nodded.  ‘But I, well I am his firstborn.  That is the truth, isn’t it?’  Uriel looked at him and gave the tiniest of chuckles.  ‘Well, apparently that is the case.  Apparently that is the case,’ he repeated with a strange, oh so strange, emphasis.  Raphael looked at Uriel and said, ‘Uriel – do not torment the lad.  You know such things are just not right to put upon him at such a young age.’  Uriel nodded obediently to his older brother’s comment, but responded with his own thoughts.  ‘Better sooner than later, Raphael.  Better sooner than later.’  Gabriel looked at both of them, totally bewildered at such cryptic language.

‘Well thanks a bloody lot for the welcome you guys gave me, ya schmucks.’  Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel turned to the voice that had just spoken.  Standing before them was a being (what we will term an Angel, specifically a Seraphim) dressed in long black robes, wings extended.  Uriel spoke, ‘Saruviel, I presume?’  ‘Yes Uriel.  As you should have known.’  Saruviel turned to Gabriel.  ‘So you are Gabriel, huh?’  Gabriel politely nodded.  ‘Yeah, I remember you,’ replied Saruviel.  Gabriel was not quite sure what to make of such a comment.  Raphael looked sternly at Saruviel.  ‘Not appropriate, Saruviel.  Most definitely not appropriate.  Leave that alone.  It is not to be discussed until the latter times, as you should well know.’  ‘Fine, Raph.  Have it your way, then.’  Gabriel again was totally bewildered at all the cryptic conversations going on between his younger brothers.  It was as if they knew something to which he simply was not a party too.

‘Hey, Daraqel’s next, isn’t he?’

Uriel looked at Saruviel and sighed.  ‘Yes, Saruviel,’ he groaned.  ‘Daraqel is next.’

‘Yeah, here I am.’  The angels looked upwards, towards a branch of the tree near them.  Sitting on the branch was another of the Seraphim, presumably the Daraqel which Saruviel mentioned.  Gabriel smiled at him and spoke, ‘Are you Daraqel?’

‘That’s right Gab, well spotted.  Bright as ever, I see.’

Raphael looked at Uriel and sighed. ‘All of that flock will do this won’t they.  They’ll all have a go at him.  It’s just not nice.  They should have learned their lessons by now, for sure.’

‘Diehards, they are, dear brother.  Some angels just don’t change.’  Raphael nodded, knowingly.

Gabriel decided to take charge.  He spoke, ‘Raphael, Uriel, Saruviel and Daraqel.  You are the 4 firstborn of the Seraphim.  Who are the next three?  The number seven is the one I favour.  The next three are fundamental to that.’  The four angels looked at him and then at each other.  Uriel eventually spoke.  ‘Well, if you must know, tomorrow those three will be born.  Their names are Jerahmeel, Phanuel and Raguel, in that order of birth.’  Gabriel nodded.  ‘Alright.  The 7 Sovereign angels are Raphael, Uriel, Saruviel, Daraqel, Jerahmeel, Phanuel and Raguel.’

‘Sovereign Angels?’ queried Saruviel?  ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘A title for now, Saruviel.  Each grouping of seven angels will have a title for their group.  The 10 groups are, the Sovereign Angels, the Celestial Angels, The Guardian Angels, The Angels of Triumph, The Angels of Power, The Angels of Law, The Primary Angels, The Secondary Angels, The Tertiary Angels and, finally, the United Angels.’

‘What about the women?’ asked Saruviel?  ‘Yes, they will be  The Angels of Mercy, The Angels of Kindness, The Angels of Compassion, The Angels of Faith, The Angels of Hope, The Angels of Love, The Angels of God, The Angels of the Covenant, The Eternal Angels and, finally, the Divided Angels.’

Saruviel looked at him.  Eventually he spoke.  ‘Yes, I see.  That should prove interesting.  Most interesting.’

Gabriel looked at him – quite directly – yes, it should, dear Saruviel.  Indeed it should.’

*   *   *   *   *

The Saruvim of Infinity were the seventh group of six angels created in Infinity.  They were the ‘Coloured’ angels.

In birth order they were Azazel the purple Angel, Urakiba the blue Angel, Ramiel the Green Angel, Semyaza the Yellow angel, Armaros the Orange angel and, finally, Satan the Red Angel.

There were 10 groups of 6 angels created in the Second Realm of Infinity.  In order of birth the groups came the Onaphim first of all, followed then by the Oraphim, the Ozraphim, the Seraphim, the Cherubim, the Ketravim, the Saruvim, the Abraphim, the Noahphim and, finally, the Cimbrphim.  The Onaphim were male, the Oraphim female, the Ozraphim male, the Seraphim female, the Cherubim male, the Ketravim female, the Saruvim male, the Abraphim female, the Noahphim male and, finally, the Cimbrphim were female.  All in all 60 angels, 30 male and 30 female, all living together in Azion the Golden City of the Realm of Infinity.

The names of all the angels were in rank of birth:

Onaphim: 1) Samael  2) Dolphyel  3) Garanel  4) Abriel  5) Jandonel  6)  Kuriel

Oraphim: 1) Aphrayel  2) Elendayel  3) Shandalel  4)  Shantriel  5)  Elsabel  6)  Kwintakel

Ozraphim:  1) Sandalphon  2) Romnaraphon  3)  Aclyophenes  4) Dramdonduriel  5) Hazdragius  6)  Mallintor

Seraphim:  1)  Michelle   2)  Gabrielle  3)  Raphaella  4)  Urielle  5)  Raguella  6)  Phanuella

Cherubim:  1)  Totambimberiel  2) Dramdonduriel  3) Xaddadaxx  4) Atros  5)  Diznak   6)  Kodrium

Ketravim:  1)  Shirlie  2) Beyonce  3)  Veronica  4)  Lucy  5) Janet  6) Esthelle

Saruvim:  1)  Azazel  2) Urakiba  3) Ramiel  4) Semyaza  5) Armaros  6) Satan

Abraphim:  1) Eve  2) Adah 3) Leah 4) Nammah 5) Titea 6) Milcah

Noaphim:  1) Noah  2) Shem  3)Ham  4)Japeth  5)Canaan  6)Elihu

Cimbrphim:  1)Shemrael  2)Janelle 3) Oshanel  4)Meludiel  5)Aquariel  6)Nimorel

They were the names of all the Angels of the Second Realm of Infinity.

Samael generally ran the show, teaching each of the angels of Infinity responsibility and lawfulness as it taught in the Angelic Torah of Commands – the Holy Torah with 20 specific commandments for the Angels to live by.   In the first command, which ran for three paragraphs, Samael was given the responsibility for watching over all the Realm of Infinity and the holy angels who lived there.  But his greatest worry, what kept him up at night, were the coloured angels.  The Angels, or devils as he often called them, who were steadily becoming increasingly rebellious.

Satan, who was lastborn of the 6 Saruvim, gradually became head of the coloured angels.  And over the millennia the term ‘Bad Boy’s’ came to be attributed to this particular group of angels.

But all in all, the angels were happy enough with their lot in life until one fateful day someone appeared in the Realm of Infinity.  Someone who said he came from the heavens and called himself ‘Jesus the Christ’.  Samael inquired in the throneroom of Azion to God as to were this particular ‘Christ’ had come from, to which God had replied ‘HE IS THE CHOSEN ONE, IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED.  LISTEN TO HIM’.  And that was all he said.

From then on Jesus Christ generally ruled in the Realm of Infinity until the creation of the lower realm of Nadrazon with the founding of the Silver City.  And then came the creation of the Legions of the Angels of Heaven, with a grand and great hierarchy designed by Jesus the Christ.  And into this new world the Coloured Angels, led by Satan, began his most ambitious work of all:  Conquest of the universe;

*   *   *   *   *

Metatron sat in home, looking at the portal, in conversation with Logos.  Logos had been instructing him that Jesus the Christ was under his authority and power, and was working in the Realm of Infinity to bring Glory to God.  Memra, Logos twin, backed up Logos confidently, although Metatron had questions as to wether Jesus had truly taken the feelings of all the angels of Infinity into account when he had started ordering them around.  All Logos would say was that ‘Whatever would be would be’ and that in time all things would be understood.  So Metatron simply trusted him, assuming he knew what he was doing.

*   *   *   *   *

Gabriel of the Second Realm of Eternity sat, lost in thought.  He was contemplating the future and the plans and designs of God.  God had been in his heart and mind when he had named all the groups of angels, the last of which, young Peladiel, Penoniel’s twin, seventhborn of the 7 divided angels had just been born.  It had been the spirit of the Almighty – the eternal wisdom of the creator of all realities – which had been upon him, in his heart, in his spirit, uttering what would be.  And Gabriel had sensed that while he himself seemed to be thinking upon and uttering those words he somehow knew they were not completely his own.  But no matter.  Those words had come to pass and now, the Angels living in the Garden, they awaited the final two – the two secondborn children of God – Michael and Elenniel.

Gabriel had already begun making plans.  He had spoken to Raphael, Uriel, Saruviel and Daraqel about the need for a home.  While resting in eternity’s twilight embrace was always soothing and calming, he felt what he instinctively called a ‘Building’ would be the best of things for them to get to and build.  But they would await Michael and Elenniel before beginning their task.

God had spoken to Gabriel’s heart letting him know Michael would soon be born, coming from heaven above as a flaming fire to the centre of the Garden, shortly followed by Elenniel.  It was a few days away yet, and Gabriel was impatient.  But, in the meantime he sat contemplating God, life and all the things of life of the Realm of Eternity, his blessed home.

The Angels had all flown around the realm by now and it was roughly circular in shape, going out to what they called ‘The Rim’.  The realm was a wonderful place to live the angels all testified to Gabriel about and they were all so thankful God had created them to live in this wonderful paradise.  Gabriel, too, silently thanked God for his wonderful new home and had himself explored a great deal of it.

There were wonderful mountains and hills, valleys and ravines, trees and bushes of all sorts, beautiful flowers and a vast array of animal life.  There were also beautiful rivers and lakes, snow on top of some of the mountains, and even a few glaciers.  It amazed all the angels that they somehow, instinctively, had words for all of these creations of God and they each of them marvelled at each new creation they encountered.  And now they awaited Michael and Elenniel for their fellowship to be complete.

*   *   *   *   *

Time passed in the Realm of Infinity and, as the years came and went, Satan continued his work.  His ambition was to rule the universe and slowly and gradually, through his persuasive charisma of offering each angel who swore allegiance to him absolute freedom should their cause be successful, Satan gradually won angels to his cause.  And, in the 1000^th year of the Second Realm of Infinity, Satan had tempted approximately 3500 angels to his cause of the 10,000 angels of Infinity, but had great difficulty in trying to win any more than that.

Jesus the Christ was not worried.  Not worried in any way.  He had faith in God and spoke to those who remained faithful on the nature of faith and destiny and that, in time, the purposes of God would reveal all things.  The faithful took him at his word.

And then came the rebellion:  The fateful day in which Satan lead the coloured Devil’s and the host of darkness against the power of Jesus the Christ, and the war was furious.  Yet, Satan lost, and the angels of darkness were cast to the netherworld, were they wept in bitterness over their defeat.  And Satan brooded.  Long and hard did Satan brood, in his heart swearing vengeance on Jesus the Christ and God his eternal father.

*   *   *   *   *

Matthew and Dorothy of the children of Heaven of the spiritual universe of the second realms were sitting in Azaphon keep, playing chess, talking about the Angels of the Realm of Infinity and the Angels of the Realm of Eternity.  Matthew and Dorothy were twins, equal in birth rank amongst the 70 children of heaven.

‘I like Samael, you know,’ began Dorothy.  ‘He is really interesting.  I have prayed for him a lot and asked Father to bless him.  He is really a nice angel, these days.’

‘I know what you are saying,’ responded Matthew.  ‘I think Jesus sudden appearance in Infinity must have confused him a lot, probably thinking he had all the answers worked out in life.  But, really.  When do we ever have all the answers, hey sister.’

‘It is a mystery, bro.  A great mystery.  God works in mysterious ways, often beyond our own fathoming and understanding.  He is an eternal being, is father, and contemplates things simply beyond us which we will never understand as we can never reach the end of infinity or eternity.’

‘Too true, sis.  Too true.’  Matthew made a move.

‘That is check.’

Dorothy studied Matthew’s move and smiled.  Her twin was definitely improving at this game.

‘I also really love Gabriel of Eternity.  He is wonderful.  A truly wonderful angel.’

‘How do you think he will react to Michael tomorrow,’ Matthew asked.

‘I am not sure,’ responded Dorothy.  She did remember, like Matthew did, of Michael from the loins or heart of God.  He was a wonderful holy child of God who loved tremendously and when the children of God came forth from the heart of God to Heaven she found herself instinctively missing that lovely child of God.

‘I am sure Gabriel will love him.  He might even remember him.’

‘Perhaps.  I have only vague memories of Gabriel from our time in God’s heart.  But, like Michael, he was a very holy and loving child of God.  They should get along like a house on fire sis.’

‘Let’s hope so.’

Chapter the Seconde

‘Michael.  It is a great and most distinct pleasure to meet my younger brother.  How fare you?’

Michael, secondborn of the children of God of the Second Realm of Eternity smiled warmly at his older brother Gabriel’s words of welcome.  He remembered Gabriel from the heart of God and was happy to meet him again.  ‘I am very well dear brother.  And this is Elenniel.’

Just then Michael’s twin sister came from behind Michael and smiled warmly at Gabriel.  ‘We now await Aquariel, your twin, who should be with us shortly,’ said Elenniel.

Later on that afternoon, sitting by the Terravon river watching the other angels at play, Gabriel was relaxing in the company of Michael and Elenniel, the secondborn children of God.  Just then a voice hailed them.

‘Fair children.  Greetings in the name of God the eternal Father.’

Gabriel turned to see a blonde child of God approaching, robed in garments of light yellow and white, truly beautiful to behold.

‘Aquariel?’ queried Elenniel.

‘Yes, it is I.’  Aquariel came up to Gabriel, stood in front of him, and gently leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

‘Greetings, fair brother Gabriel.’

‘Greetings sister Aquariel,’ replied Gabriel.

The four of them and the other angels frolicked for the whole afternoon, enjoying the pleasures of Zaphora, the Realm of Eternity.  Gabriel smiled a lot that day, especially at his beautiful sister Aquariel, ever so glad God had brought such a delightful child into existence.  His father was truly wise, he felt.  Truly wise.

*   *   *   *   *

‘Yes, Satan.  We will always remain loyal.  You should know that,’ replied Ramiel to Satan’s current line of questioning.

‘Well you better.  If any of you coloured devil’s ever bloody betray the faith….  Well all I can say is watch out.  You will be sorry you were born.’

The other coloured devil’s nodded, used to such threats from their leader.

The six-pack was in a bar in Nadrazon, having been released from the Netherworld just a few years earlier, steadily consuming beer and discussing future plans.  They were, in some ways, at an impasse.  The congregation of the Angels of Infinity were divided, now, but as Jesus Christ and his lackey Samael held the upper hand, Satan and the coloured devil’s were carefully considering their next move.  Satan had been toying with the idea of attempting to subtley and carefully win Samael to their agenda.  With the firstborn of Angelicdom in their league they could gradually and more confidently win the rest of the angelic community.  But Samael was stubborn, and winning him so far had proved impossible.  It seemed to Satan that while Samael did not totally agree with Jesus Christ, he did not agree wholeheartedly with Satan’s position either.  Almost a central line did their oldest brother chart out for himself, to keep the peace with both sides.

Jesus, though, did not really worry himself about Satan anymore.  He had the upper hand, with the numbers, and he knew it.  Satan would never be any more problematic than that.  If it came to conflict, Jesus knew he would emerge victorious.  Of that he had little doubts.

And Satan knew that reality as well.  And so persuasion and even deception and delusion were thus acceptable tactics to achieve his overall goal of world dominion.

He polished of his beer and turned to Ramiel.  ‘I know how Jesus thinks, you know.  He is into tradition.  Long traditions.  I have noticed that for a while now.  And he likes fidelity to a task.  He admires that, you know.  So this is the plan.  We take more seriously the new council which is developing and ensure our positions on that council.  I don’t think he will deny us that.’

‘And then what?’ queried Ramiel.

‘And then we sit pretty and wait.  Perhaps a few thousand years if necessary.  But we strike one day.  One day, when he doesn’t expect it, we make our move and take control of the Realm.’

‘How?’ asked Ramiel.

‘You will see,’ responded Satan.  ‘You will see.’

Ramiel nodded.  He expected something devious from Satan but, of course, he would have to patient to find out just what exactly his younger devil of a brother had in mind.  But knowing Satan it would be malicious.  You could almost certainly guarantee that.

*   *   *   *   *

Metatron sat looking at the latest move God his father, who appeared from time to time in Home as an old man, had made in the game of Chess going on between them.  The game had been progressing for a few months now, but God had the upper hand, which was not really surprising.  Still Metatron felt that if he pushed himself to the limit he could challenge the old man.  Apparently, so God told him in his manifestation, he was playing fair with Metatron and had great skills but Metatron, if he pushed, should be able to challenge himself.  In his theophany he was limited, so he told his son Metatron from time to time.  And so, because of this, Metatron was pushing at this game of chess, hopeful to achieve his first victory over his eternal father.

He took a sip of beer and looked at the oven.  15 minutes to go until the chicken pie was cooked.  Memra had put it on for lunch and Metatron, as usual, was starving.  Home had chickens and other animals which wandered around here and there, never straying to far from the old barnhouse of home.  Home itself was the superior realm, or the topmost realm of the Second Universal Realm.  Below Home was Heaven, were the children of Heaven resided and below them was the Realm of Infinity.  Below that was the Realm of Eternity and below that was planned the Realm of Paradise.

God, so he told Metatron, had planned out these realms long ago and they were to be the home for all his children and angelic children.  But of course, human beings would come later on ‘Terra’ and that is were his children would all meet up in their eternal destiny of life.

The bottom realm, Paradise, was where Angela, ruler of Paradise, and Metatron’s twin would be born.  Metatron looked forward to one day meeting his twin, anxious to express the love of his heart on a female form in the same way Logos and Memra interacted.  But God told him he would have to be patient, which Metatron did his best to achieve.

Memra walked in and checked the oven, noting the time.  ‘Well, if you are hungry Met, it should be about ready.  I put the timer on for extra time just to tease you.’

‘It’s ready is it,’ yelled Logos from the living room, his head soon appearing.  Shortly after God walked in and sat down at the table.

They enjoyed their meal, the chicken pie cut into four even pieces, with orange juice and a salad on the side.  Metatron was thankful each and every day for his daily bread, and at night praised God for his generosity and kindness.  Life was quite good Metatron often thought to himself and living at home was a special experience.  But it would be good to meet his consort he silently thought to himself.

*   *   *   *   *

‘So what is the role of the Sovereign Angels,’ Michael asked his brother Gabriel.

‘They are the rulers, as you should have surmised.  For all the host of heavenly angels which I sense God will bring forth one day, they are to be the Sovereign Angels of rulership.  For Raphael, Uriel, Saruviel, Daraqel, Jerahmeel, Phanuel and Raguel, rulership has been delivered to them.  They are the chosen ones, in this sense, to maintain absolute order in the Realm of Infinity.’

‘As you wish,’ responded Michael.  ‘And the roles for the Celestial Angels and so on?’ he further queried.

‘All the roles will become apparent in time.  For now that issue is not important for we have a task to get to, dear brother Michael.  A most important and pressing task.’

‘And what is that exactly?’ asked Michael.

‘The building of our home.  The building of Zaphon.’

Michael nodded.  He sensed this was coming from what Gabriel had spoken of before.  They were to have a home, and it was up to Gabriel to bring forth the wisdom of God in how that home was to be constructed.

‘How do we build it?’ asked Michael.

‘I have already asked Father about that to give his advice and he has told me that he has endowed the Angel’s of the community with special instinctive knowledge, much akin to the way we speak, to be able to work together and build our home.  Once we begin, it will unfold naturally.  We simply need to trust God and have faith.’

‘I am sure you are right,’ responded Michael.  ‘The question is, when do we begin?’

‘Well,’ said Gabriel, looking at the angels spread about in the Garden in front of him.  ‘No time like the present.’

Gabriel, with Michael’s assistance, gathered all the angels of the second realm of eternity to his presence, and talked to them of the plan to now build Zaphon.  And then they all began sharing ideas of tools they could build and things they could make to go into the home, all of this instinctively as if it were some sort of deep pattern within their makeup as angels.  Gabriel smiled, pleased with all the ideas and suggestions that came forth.

‘This is wonderful, brethren.  Truly wonderful.  We will have a new home in no time and our lives will be all the more enriched.  Praise God for his goodness.  Praise God.’  And all the angels rejoiced.

*   *   *   *   *

Matthew and Dorothy were sitting in the lounge of Azaphon keep, when Samael their brother came up to say hello.

‘How fare ye, Dot?’

‘Well enough, Sammy.’

‘And you, Mat?

‘Oh, you know.  Same as always.’

‘Tis Good.’  Samael stared at the two of them for a few moments and then decided to speak his thoughts.

‘Do you want to go down then?  Visit them?  I mean we have silently observed for ages now.  Why don’t we go down and have a sticky beak at these Realms of wonder for ourselves.’

‘Oh gosh.  We can’t do that Samael.  Father would never permit.  He allows us children of Heaven to watch the Angels of Infinity and Eternity, but ghosts.  We can’t go and visit them,’ said Dorothy.

‘But why not,’ persisted Samael.  ‘Besides, we don’t always have to do what father wants, do we.’

‘You sound just like Satan of Infinity.  And you have seen for yourself just how much trouble he is,’ responded Dorothy

‘Yes, I know dear sister.  But let us go down anyway.  It will be fun.’

He pushed them solidly for an hour until, finally giving up, Matthew and Dorothy agreed to accompany Satan for their first visit to the Realm of Infinity.

‘We will leave in the morning, ok.  It should be a wonderful day.’

‘And how exactly do you plan on getting us there?’

‘You will see,’ responded Samael.  ‘You will see.’

‘Mmm,’ responded Dorothy, most anxious to see her brother’s plan.

*   *   *   *   *

Jesus sat in his room in the temple of Azion in Golden City, of the upper Realm of Infinity.  Recently the fallen angels had been returned to life in the Realm of Infinity, redeemed from the Netherworld, and Jesus was contemplating just how he would now handle them.  Hopefully, which his father had assured him was true to a degree, they had repented of their past misdirections.  Satan worried him – he was a headstrong and determined angel, always wanting his way.  And while that was not necessarily a bad things when intentions were good, Jesus worried that Satan’s intentions were, in fact, not exactly that.  In fact, although he felt often judgemental in saying as much, he felt Satan’s motivations were almost evil in some ways.  But, never the less, he would continue to show angelicdom the mercy of God and in his patience towards Satan he would try to set a good example for this particular Saruvim angel.

‘Yo, Jesus.  Are you busy?’

Jesus turned his head to see Samael enter his room.

‘Not too busy Samael.  What do you want?’

‘We have visitors.  Newbies.  I don’t know were the hell they are from but they mutter something about coming from heaven.’

‘Heaven?  Ooh.  That must be some of the children.  They have decided to visit us after all this time.  Come, let us go see what they want.’

Jesus accompanied Samael outside were Matthew and Dorothy and Samael of heaven were all standing.  Jesus greeted them.   ‘Hail children of heaven.  How was your journey?’

‘We came down on Lucy’s spare broomsticks,’ muttered Matthew.  ‘Our witch sister has made them able to fly.’

‘Fascinating,’ responded the Christ.  ‘And why have you chosen to visit us this particular day?’

‘Oh, it was Samael’s idea,’ responded Dorothy, indicating her brother Samael.

‘Another Samael?’ queried Samael of Infinity.  ‘How extraordinary.’

‘Such is life, dear friend,’ responded Samael of Heaven.

‘Well, we must show you around then,’ responded Jesus.  ‘It is good to meet you again.  Not that I really met you in the first place, that is.  But I do remember the heart of God, as so many of us in this realm do.  I remember each of you in some ways, you know.   And by the love of God here we are all together.  Well, will you accompany us around the Realm?  We will give you a tour.’

‘Lead on,’ responded Dorothy.

They spent hours touring the upper realm of Infinity and then spent the night with Logos in his abode, a number of the older angels of Infinity joining them.  They were all happy with each other, Jesus showing them the friendliness and the love of God of the angels of Infinity, and they sung this song for a while.

‘A Song of love, a song of joy

Our father’s heart, for girl and boy

A heart of love, with grace so true

For boy and girl, for me and you

Infinity, our lovely home

Subject of story, song and poem

A graceful realm, were love abounds

A place were joyful song doth sound

We are the children Infinite

From the heart of God, we’re heaven sent

Our God has known as all along

And with this joy we sing this song

A Song of love, a song of joy

Our father’s heart for girl and boy

A heart so true, a love untethered

In fathers love, we live forever.’

It was a simple song, but the group of them sang it many times, Matthew Dorothy and Samael happily joining in as children of the Infinite.

Dorothy slept well that night, sleeping on a mattress which had been placed not far from Jesus’ bed, right next to Matthew and Samael.  And she dreamed that night of pleasant songs for the children of heaven, composed from her heart of joy.

*   *   *   *   *

Jesus eyed Satan yet, as cautious as he knew he needed to be, assented to Satan’s request to become part of the new council of Infinity.

‘You are of the older angels, Satan.  I admit that.  But your rebellion has not been yet forgotten.  However, unless I the Son of God showed grace, how could I, in truth, deserve my most exalted position of glory.  And so I will allow you to take your place on the council.  But heed my words:  I will be watching.  And if you again transgress in an attempt to bring rebellion to the realm of Infinity, my wrath will be great indeed.’

‘Fear not, oh Christ of Glory.  Fear not.  I will be most sensitive to your desires in the future.’ But oh, how the father of lies was lying.

A few months later, as Satan had retired for the day from one of the council’s sessions, he was in conversation with the other coloured devil’s.  ‘Now – now that we are established – we wait.’

‘We wait?’ queried Ramiel.

‘We wait,’ responded the dark lord.

*   *   *   *   *

Matthew and Deborah and Samael, after leaving the Realm of Infinity on their wonderful broomsticks, of all creations, began the flight further downwards to the Realm of Eternity.  And, landing near the garden, they spied angels busy at work, building the new home of Zaphon that they had observed them building from the viewing portals in heaven.

Gabriel himself spied them and, immensely curious, came to see who they were.

‘We are the children of Heaven,’ responded Dorothy to Gabriel’s query.  ‘We are, like yourself, from the loins of God, yet we reside in a realm far above this one.’

Gabriel looked upwards.  ‘Up there?  In the heavens?’

‘Aye, in the heavens Gabriel,’ responded Samael.

‘Then we must talk,’ replied Gabriel.  ‘For I have many questions.’

Gabriel did indeed have many questions, keeping Dorothy, Matthew and Samael awake into the wee hours of the morning with inquiry into how the spiritual universe functioned.  It was all new and fascinating information, especially in regards to the Realm of Infinity directly above them.

Later, when they trio arrived home, Adam and Eve came to see them, two of the other children of Heaven.  And Adam spoke to the trio, saying, ‘Well you have done it now.  Father has sent down Metatron to give us this news.  We are to be united now – it is now Unity hour.  God had wanted to wait for a while, but you have done the job for him.  So the Realms are free to interact.  It is the way things are now to be.’

Dorothy and Matthew were very pleased at the news and Samael boasted somewhat that it was because of his idea.  But, whoever brought the unity hour on, the new United Realm soon became the focus for all the children and Angels of God.

The Angels of God of the Realm of Eternity

Gabriel – Firstborn Son of God

The 7 Sovereign Angels

1)    Raphael

2)    Uriel

3)    Saruviel

4)    Daraqel

5)    Jerahmeel

6)    Phanuel

7)    Raguel

The 7 Celestial Angels

1)    Simonuel

2)    Cosadriel

3)    Cimbrel

4)    Sariel

5)    Bantriel

6)    Dameriel

7)    Kantriel

The 7 Guardian Angels

1)    Kelkuriel

2)    Abraqel

3)    Yaramiel

4)    Gamrayel

5)    Desdrael

6)    Remriddel

7)    Judael

The 7 Angels of Triumph

1)    Valandriel

2)    Hosannuel

3)    Loquiel

4)    Mistrel

5)    Matrel

6)    Phindwel

7)    Semambarel

The 7 Angels of Power

1)    Azrael

2)    Belshazriel

3)    Surafel

4)    Roshael

5)    Zakiel

6)    Saziel

7)    Gilgadel

The 7 Angels of Law

1)    Davriel

2)    Rophiel

3)    Gandel

4)    Mishael

5)    Toraniel

6)    Eloenuel

7)    Daniel

The 7 Primary Angels

1)    Radrukiel

2)    Othaniel

3)    Zashadiel

4)    Fazuel

5)    Sosteriel

6)    Zadennuel

7)    Oshanel (New Angel)

The 7 Secondary Angels

1)    Yomiel

2)    Jontel

3)    Talutiel

4)    Quadel

5)    Julaydiel

6)    Queriel

7)    Sadurael

The 7 Tertiary Angels

1)    Ulantriel

2)    Talzudiel

3)    Devuel

4)    Pagiel (New Angel)

5)    Samael

6)    Wendel

7)    Berakiel

The 7 United Angels

1)    Pendrael

2)    Kalenuel

3)    Ambriel

4)    Adruel

5)    Halyudiel

6)    Jamenuel

7)    Penoniel

Michael Second-born Son of God

Aquariel First-born daughter of God

The 7 Angels of Mercy

The 7 Angels of Kindness

The 7 Angels of Compassion

The 7 Angels of Faith

The 7 Angels of Hope

The 7 Angels of Love

The 7 Angels of God

The 7 Angels of the Covenant

The 7 Eternal Angels

The 7 Divided Angels.

Elenniel Second-born daughter of God

“The Coloured Devil’s”

‘More of the same.  Much later.  We’ll just flash forward.’

‘Sure thing,’ responded LC to Apholox.

Book One

“The Green Devil”

The Green Devil was a cautious fellow.  Most very cautious.  His ancient adversary, the Red Devil, who the whole world called ‘Satan’ or ‘Lucifer’ was feared by himself.  The Red Devil was vicious and malicious – the worst of all the Devil’s.  Yes, old Satan, the head of the congregation of the Angelic ‘Saruvim’ – Fallen Angels – was an adversary to be feared and worried about at night.

But while the Green Devil, also known by his angelic name Ramiel, feared the Red Devil, he knew he had an ally in the most unlikely of sources.  Recently the Seraphim angels had been sending in Cherubim troops to the netherworld in an attempt to gain new dominion over their ancient adversaries.  And one particular Cherubim had spoken to him, a certain Totambimberiel, an extremely large angel, and suggested to him that as the age long war of power between the sons of darkness and the sons of light was reaching a decisive point, that the Green Devil, to put it bluntly, switch sides.

Ramiel had considered that in the last week and decided, despite his ancient loyalties to the clan of coloured devils – the malicious Saruvim – that  switching sides was in his best interests.

And so, in his caution as he exited the netherworld and flew upwards, Ramiel reflected on the last few thousand years of conflict.  Heaven had opposed the triumph of darkness for so long, maintaining the goodness of God and the importance of holiness.  Yet the Saruvim long maintained absolute freedom and anarchy as the true virtues of life, and had opposed heaven because of it.  For Ramiel, though, he was more pragmatic.  He was on the losing side, and he knew it.  And pragmatism spoke of being realistic and hedging one’s bets.  And as he flew upwards, despite the hypocrisy he felt in his heart, he knew he had his long term best interest at heart.

He came to heaven’s gate.  There stood an apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ.  And unsurprisingly it seemed to be old Peter himself, who had the Sabbath day shift.  Peter looked at him as he approached.’

‘What the hell do you want, lord of darkness.  Have you come to finally surrender to the glory of God.’

Ramiel began his tale.  ‘Oh great and wise apostle of God.’  (yes, flattery should work).  I beseech thee.  By the eternal mercies of the Lord Jesus Christ, allow me forgiveness, for I am truly and most definitely sorry for all my past sins, which are grievous.  Does not the eternal Gospel say ‘If he asks for forgiveness, forgive him.’  And I truly ask for forgiveness.

Peter looked at him, and his heart softened.  He remembered Ramiel from his days of youth in heaven before the earthly manifestations.  And he remembered that Ramiel always had a softer side in the end.

‘Come in valiant Angel.  We forgive you, blessed of the Lord.’

Ramiel enjoyed his time in heaven and, despite having sought it out for pragmatic reasons, he found the spiritual ministry delivered to him and expected of him strangely comforting.  It was as if they had known he would return and had prepared for him.  But when Jesus talked to him personally he commissioned Ramiel with this responsibility.

‘The Red Devil still opposes us, mighty angel of God.  If repentance truly is in your heart, you will join the legion of heaven in our war with the sons of Darkness.  How say you valiant angel?’

And Ramiel conceded the point and joined heaven.

The war continued another millennia until a fateful day when Ramiel, on the battlefield of Glory, stood and faced his greatest fear.  The Red Devil.

They fought.  Long and hard did they fight.  Yet when Ramiel skewered the heart of the dragon of darkness with his blade of Glory, the angels erupted in song.  Triumph.  They had finally conquered the darkness.

Ramiel reflected, years later, on the destiny God had chosen for him.  It was a strange destiny, crooked and twisted in many ways, but one which had a purpose all along.  And now, as a chief of princes in the heavenly realm, Ramiel silently thanked God for the mercy and pity shown him.  Life had a way of working itself out in the end after all.

THE END

Book Two

“The Orange Devil”

The Orange Devil was a unique and interesting character.  He had joined the clan of coloured devil’s last of all, being the final one to fall and rebel.  Yes, Armaros had long considered the rebellion of the Devil’s as nothing but stupidity and short-sightedness.  But Satan, the Red Devil, and most passionate of the coloured Devil’s, persuaded him long and hard to join the rebellion of the coloured Devil’s.

And then there were 6 of them – 6 Saruvim Devils – the coloured Devils.

Satan, their leader – the Red Devil.  Ramiel, second in command – the Green Devil.  Urakiba, third – the Blue Devil.  Semyaza, fourth – the Yellow Devil.  Azazel, fifth – the purple devil.   And then, finally, Armaros, the sixth – the Orange Devil.

The Coloured Devil’s, through the persuasive powers of Satan their head, managed to deceive entire legions of the armies of heaven to join their cause.  Yet Logos – Jesus the Christ – appeared, with the Archangel’s Michael and Gabriel and the rest, on one fine day for battle, and with the pronouncement of God by the Prophet Isaiah, the coloured Devil’s and all their host were cast down to the netherworld.

They brooded, then, did the Devil’s.  And then the war of the son’s of darkness with the son’s of light began.  The devil’s fought hard and long until one fateful day – betrayal.  The Green Devil had betrayed them, and Ramiel had rejoined the flanks of heaven.

The Orange Devil was bitter then, very bitter.  He had been greatly fond of Ramiel, yet when he had left and betrayed the, Armaros felt vengeance.  But his vengeance was nothing compared to Satan’s.

They fought on that bitter day, the final day of wrath, and Satan’s heart was skewered by Ramiel.  And the sons of darkness had been defeated.

But now, four thousand years after that event, things were changing.  Each of them had been living in isolation cells in the netherworld, slowly going through their allotted time of repentance.  But now Peter had appeared and spoke these words to Armaros the Orange Devil.

‘Hail angel of God.  Your time of repentance is complete.  For we now have a faith suitable for you to partake of – one which has a strong foundation but which will allow you the liberty you so clearly desire.’

And then Armaros began his human manifestation and became, after time, a child of Noah and of the Noahide faith, with the 6 coloured Rainbow his icon in life.

Upon returning to heaven after his death, Jesus spoke with Armaros.

‘Hail, valiant angel.  You now have a destiny commissioned to you by the Most High God of Israel.  You are to be a guardian angel of the Children of Noah, for such is the role of the 6 Saruvim.’

‘Yet, is not Satan gone from us,’ queried the Orange Devil.

‘Nay, he is in the realm of Hades – the world of the dead – were his final punishments are being inflicted.  But he too will join you one day, inevitably, and you will bring forth the Gospel of liberty of our father Noah.  For that is your destiny.’

Armaros, the Orange Devil nodded, pleased that God had taken the time to ascribe a role in life for himself.

Ramiel, one of the chief princes of heaven, was still known as the green devil.  And with him the two of them – the orange and the green devil – began their ministry for the children of Noah as they came to heaven.

As Jesus commented to them often, Noahides could be an ordinary lot, far less spiritual than his own bride, which really – in truth – meant that only a Devil could really sort them out.  But Armaros did not really mind.  What was life, anyway, without a bit of a challenge.

THE END

Book Three

“The Purple Devil”

Azazel sat on his bed, earphones on, listening to the ‘Dance of Death’ album by Iron Maiden.  The album rocked and he especially liked it when it said ‘Azazel is beside you, running through your head…’ as he was famous because of it.  Of course, humanity only had the traditional Pseudepigraphal book of 1 Enoch in which he was made famous.  He remembered all those years ago his fate at the hands of God as Enoch prophesied.  But, ultimately, after his time of repentance in the underworld, God had forgiven Azazel and restored him to heaven as the ‘Purple Devil’ of the Children of Noah.

Azazel spent most of his time, now, designing elaborate arcade games about fantasy subjects.  He specialised in ‘Back-to-Back’ Games, in which two screens for two players were situated on top of the console, back to back so that neither player could see the other screen.  His best game so far was ‘Death Duel’ in which you were let loose in a jungle against the other player, not knowing were the other player was, and your object was to set traps to try and kill the other player to get bonus points, before facing a Death Duel at the end of the round.  It was an intense game and had become very popular.

He found the Noahides, who were not Christians or Jews, a very normal bunch of people.  They did not attempt to be super spiritual, but were far more relaxed – something suitable for the coloured devils.

Today, listening to Iron Maiden, Azazel planned out his latest Arcade Game, and wrote down the dialogue for the beginning of the game, in the introductory sequence.

It read, ‘Brave warrior.  Welcome to the Realm of Eternal Nightmares.  Your quest is simple – conquer the Devil’s of Glory one by one, until you face the final ‘Red Devil’.  Defeat him and the glory is yours.’

The game was simply called ‘The Coloured Devil’s’ and Armaros was pleased with his ideas for the game.

Just then Ramiel entered the room.  ‘Yo Devil.  What’s up.’

‘You know, the same old crap,’ replied Azazel.  ‘I’m designing a new game.’

‘What is it called?’ asked the Green Devil.

‘The Coloured Devil’s.  It should be radical.’

Ramiel nodded.  ‘Make sure I am the last of the Devil’s.  Remember how I slew old Satan.  I kicked his ass in the end, so naturally I am the toughest devil.’  But Ramiel was only bragging.

‘No, Satan is the final Devil.  People fear him the most.’

‘Whatever,’ replied Ramiel.

The two coloured devil’s crapped on for the afternoon before heading out to visit the Angel from the Realm of Infinity, Garanel.  Garanel was the coolest angel, most of the coloured Devil’s believed, due to his relaxed stance on spiritual issues.

Garanel was attempting to persuade them to venture down below to Nadrazon, the Silver City, were they could hang out in a bar for a while.  Eventually they agreed and headed off down below to the lower realm.

When they got to a bar they had never been to before, Azazel spied in the corner one of the back to back arcade games he had designed.  He decided to challenge Ramiel for the glory.

The contest was fierce as they played ‘Death Duel 3:  Mallintor’s legacy’ and in the final round Azazel managed the killing blow to defeat Ramiel.

‘Gotcha, ya devil.’

‘Oh well, takes a devil to defeat a devil.’

Later on, back at home, Azazel was thinking over his final thoughts for his next game.  And with an idea in mind, he went to work on the coding.

6 months later, Azazel was again playing Ramiel in ‘The Coloured Devils:  Back to Back’ a special version in which you could choose a colour of the devil to oppose another devil, similar to Death Duel.  The action was tense until, just near the end an Angel appeared on the screen.  It spoke:  ‘Dear Devil’s.  We challenge you to a duel.  May the host of the 6 Saruvim angels meet us on the battlefield of Glory, Archangel Michael’s arcade, for a showdown of Angel versus Devil.  The victor gains bragging rights for the next decade, and a cheque for one million realm credits which God has put forth.  RSVP, Archangel Gabriel’

Ramiel and Azazel both looked at the message on the screen for a while, silently wondering how it got there, but such were the powers of the angels.  And Ramiel, making a quick blow on Azazel as soon as the message disappeared, grinned at his victory and came around to speak to Azazel.

‘One Million Credits.  That’s heaps.  I’ll let the others know.’

‘You do that,’ replied Azazel.

Later on that night, in his room, Azazel was happy.  The Devil’s would kick angelic butt.  That was for certain.  So he looked forward to the challenge, eager to reclaim the glory the coloured devil’s so richly deserved.

THE END

Book Four

“The Yellow Devil”

‘Semyaza, Semyaza, Semyaza.  So you think you are a challenge, do you?’

Semyaza looked at Uriel, his opponent in the back to back challenge game at Michael’s arcade.  Ramiel had contacted him and told him of the offer of the Angels for a challenge and now, the Devil’s down two games to one after Ramiel had won, but then Armaros and Azazel had both lost their respective challenges.  Now it was down to Semyaza to even the score.  The game was ‘Death Duel:  Angelic Glory’, a special edition designed by Michael.  They’d had 3 weeks to familiarise themselves with the game before the contest began and now Semyaza was nervous.  If he lost this match they would have to win the next two to force a tiebreak.

He cracked his fingers, took the control’s and Uriel still bragging, hit the start button.  And the match was on.

The first thing he did, usual for his tactic, was climb a tree, hiding out of sight.  This was the way he usually played to try and avoid any quick sudden surprises and give him a chance to see if his opponent unwaringly wandered onto the screen.  But after about 3 minutes with no action he climbed back down the tree and made his plans.  He headed straight away for the cliff, carefully surveying the scenery in front of him and using his binoculars often to see if Semyaza was anywhere in sight.  Reaching the cliff he got to the top and carefully pressed the jump button, and just managed to catch the hanging vine again.  ‘Pheww, that was close.’  He climbed down the vine to the small ledge which was only reachable this way and came to the rock.  He pushed it to the edge of the ledge, and sat down to wait.  Uriel was stupid – he would show himself eventually.

On the other side of the machine Uriel had finished laying his traps and was carefully jumping from tree to tree looking for his foe.  He had surveyed most of the forest and couldn’t see Semyaza anywhere, so decided to try the swamp.  Eventually, after an hour of searching the swamp and laying traps behind him, he thought on the ocean or the cliff.  First the ocean and then the cliff.  But, after crawling along the ocean scrub for half an hour, finding nobody, the cliff was his next search point.  And if not there, finally the city were they always usually hid.

Semyaza noticed him quickly and smiled.  The idiot was crawling towards the cliff, going from scrub to scrub.  He had him unless he started running.  Watching, waiting, he looked as Uriel gradually came closer and closer.  And then, certain he wouldn’t escape in time, pushed the rock over the ledge.  He watched as the landslide began and delighted when Uriel’s figure got caught up in it, piled under piles of dirt.  He quickly made his way down, began digging and finding Uriel still struggling pulled out the dagger he had purchased at the beginning of the game and plunged it into Uriel’s heart.  And then ‘Game Over’ started splashing across the screen.

Gabriel looking on came over to console Uriel, who had unsurprisingly stopped bragging.  It was two all now and as Semyaza made his way over to the other 4 devil’s present, he was grinning madly.  ‘Two all – let the war begin,’ he said proudly.  Yes, the contest was now becoming deadly – war indeed.

THE END

Book Five

“The Blue Devil”

‘Where the hell is the bugger?’  But try as he might, Urakiba simply could not find Raphael anywhere.  He had searched literally everywhere, after hiding for quite a while, and could not see him.  ‘He must have dug into the dirt,’ was all he could think, so made his way to the ocean sand.  He would be noticed, if he was hiding in the dirt.  He was sure of that.  Of course, he had climbed countless trees, but not all of them, and when near the edge of the sand, near a pine tree, he was suddenly jumped on by Raphael.  It was a heart attack of a fight, and the Blue Devil used all the manoeuvres he had learned in the time.  But Raphael was simply too strong.  The initial stab in the back after he had landed on him had cost him in the end and Raphael emerged, his heartbeat on maximum, but just one bar ahead of Urakiba who had just died.  Close enough was good enough on this occasion.

Later on, the team consoling him, telling him that Satan, when he appeared, would sort out Michael, leaving them 3 all.  ‘It will come down to sudden death, Urakiba – don’t sweat it,’ they all said.  But Urakiba was nervous.  If it was sudden death he really was not sure what he would do if called upon.  They did not know the terms of sudden death, because nothing had actually been spoken of, but, of course, Satan would have to win first, which would not be easy against Michael.

*   *   *

The match began and Urakiba was standing next to Satan who had finally shown, advising him carefully as Satan had asked him to stand next to him.  For this final encounter Michael hadn’t objected, saying since he had designed the game Satan could choose one of the Devil’s to advise him if he so chose, and Satan chose Urakiba.

Suddenly Urakiba had a flash of brilliance – something came to him.  ‘Go to the vine.  I don’t know why, but I have an idea.’

Satan shrugged.  ‘What the hell.  Ok.’  He made it to the vine and jumped on to it, successfully, and Urakiba said ‘Just pull up and down with your weight on the vine.  I noticed something once.  This is the right place for it too affect all of them.  I am sure of it.’

And so Satan started pulling up and down.  After a few moments of this, something did happen.  The vine started to pull the tree down, which turned up the dust at the bottom of the tree.  And suddenly all the dirt on the forest floor started going loose and the trees all, in turn, collapsed.  This was the only place it could happen, and as Michael designed the game he probably knew of this tactic, but hadn’t used it.  But they were very lucky.  Michael, on the other side of the machine, said ‘Bloody hell, I should have seen that coming,’ and ended up being caught under a tree with no way of escaping.’  Urakiba heard him and said to Satan ‘I think we have him.’  Satan scouted the forest and near the edge found Michael stranded under a tree.  Michael quickly flung his 3 ninja rings at Satan and 2 of them hit, but he still had enough life left.  ‘Cut his legs off.  Watch him bleed to death,’ said Urakiba, and Satan did so.  After Michael’s legs were cut off,’ Michael conceded and came around to congratulate Satan.

‘I should have seen that coming, devil.  I guess it comes down to sudden death.  And we send in the seventh angel, Saruviel.  We’ll expect a new coloured devil.  Do you have one?  If not you forfeit, okay, and we get the credits.  You can check the rules with God on a 3 all draw if you don’t believe me.’

Urakiba looked at Satan. ‘Fuck.  We don’t have a seventh devil.’

‘We’ll think of something,’ said the Red Devil, but he was worried.  Very, very worried.

The End

Book Six

‘The Red Devil’

The Red Devil reread the rules for the umpteenth time, and was about ready to give up.  They simply didn’t have a seventh devil.  They simply didn’t have one.  For the Coloured Devil’s had always been six in number since choosing, and nobody knew of a seventh devil.  And then Urakiba had an idea.  ‘So we need a seventh devil.  Why don’t we recruit one?  You know, choose an angel and offer him a special place amongst the coloured devil’s.  He can be the special ‘Seventh Devil’.

‘Well what the hell will his colour be?’

‘Indigo,’ said Urakiba.

‘Indigo?’ questioned Satan.

‘Indigo,’ finished Urakiba.

‘Indigo is as good a colour as any,’ said Armaros.  ‘I suppose it fits into the rainbow.’

‘It’s a bit tryhard, don’t you think,’ said Semyaza.

‘Hey, who gives a toss,’ said Satan.  ‘It’ll bloody do.’

They consulted the rule book and worked out they had a full week to find another coloured devil, and so they did, of all things, perhaps the most obvious.  They advertised in the ‘Guardian Angel’ newspaper.

They had 72 applicants, and they all seemed okay, but they needed a wizbang on the arcade games.  After testing a few of them who bragged about being Ace, they finally selected the seventh and final coloured devil – Daniel, the Indigo devil.

‘He’s arrogant,’ said Satan.

‘Should be perfect,’ said Urakiba.

‘He’s conceited,’ said Semyaza.

‘Who isn’t?’ responded Urakiba.

‘Really, he is up his arse,’ said Armaros.

And Satan came up to Daniel and said, ‘Welcome to the coloured devil’s.  You should fit right in.’  And Daniel, the seventh devil, grinned.

The End

Book Seven

‘The Indigo Devil’

Daniel looked at the rainbow.  ‘What the hell is that doing there?  7 colours.  Fuging heck.  The Rainbow Doesn’t have 7 colours.  Indigo my arse.’

On the other side Saruviel just chuckled.  ‘Michael.  You are a dickhead,’ he said to his older brother.

‘Hey, I had time to tinker a little.  Give me a break.’

‘Whatever,’ said Saruviel.

Back to the Game – Death Duel:  Angelic Glory – Special 7^th Angel edition.

Daniel was hunting his foe.  He was being brutal.  Carrying a dagger, pressing the jump button constantly so as not to be caught by surprise and running like a jack rabbit.  He would find this Saruviel fellow and, when he did, watch out.

Michael said to Saruviel.  ‘He’ll be obvious.  He looks the type.’

‘Yeh,’ I’m not sure.  He has a rep with the kids.  Could be a challenge.’

‘We’ll see.’

Four hours later they were stuck in the pyramid.  The puzzle was challenging, yet Daniel solved it five minutes before Saruviel and got the most of the gold.  Saruviel was worried.  This new version really was testing him out and he was nervous as Michael watched on, saying nothing.

They both came to the store and Daniel spent 5% of his gold to obtain the rights to purchase a ‘Hidden Purchase’, not allowing Saruviel to know what he had purchased.  Saruviel had watched to start with, but decided not to waste the money – he couldn’t afford to.  So he purchased a range of spells as quickly as he could so Daniel would not notice hopefully, but Daniel was watching carefully.

As they progressed through the lengthy set of challenges, the final duel was approaching.  Saruviel knew Daniel had more gold than him, but he wasn’t as good a fighter from seeing him take on the Balrog, and Saruviel felt he might just edge him out in the final encounter.  But they would have to wait and see.

They continued on, going through various challenges, and Saruviel was starting to sweat.  Michael was telling him the final scene was just about there and to prepare himself.  And then a Sensei showed up onscreen and invited them to the combat zone.

7 intense minutes.  7 agonizingly and furiously intense minutes, and Saruviel had used the last of his spells and it was down to fistfighting.  Daniel’s energy bar was on 3% and his own on 41%.  He was sure he had him, but Daniel had one potion left.  But that didn’t matter – the spells never did that much damage anyway.  He stood back, carefully made his punches, and began laughing.  3% - 2% - 1%.  ‘Heh heh Heh, one more hit should do it.  Come on Daniel, use your last potion.  I will give you a break and go easy on you.’  But Michael just shook his head – he knew what was coming.  Daniel spoke up.  ‘Well, if you insist, and hit a button.  Suddenly Daniel’s character turned bright blue and his energy bar started beeping wildly, going all the way back up to 100%.  Saruviel’s jaw dropped.  ‘Fucking hell,’ he said to himself.  And then the action got going.

All of a sudden Daniel was a livewire on the screen.  Ducking, weaving, fighting in a totally different style on each attack.  He never did the same thing twice.  And this time, even at Saruviel’s best, the match was still about even on hits.  Which meant trouble.  As he watched on, inevitably, his energy bled down and then, on 2%, Daniel on 71%, he made one last hit, and Daniel fell to 70% but his response killed Saruviel’s character.  Game over.

Later on in the day Satan was grinning.  ‘Hey, you’re not too shabby at that game, bro.  You taught their champion a thing or to.’

‘I wasn’t born yesterday, Satan.’

‘I guess not.’

Daniel spent his money winnings wisely, and bragging rights indeed belonged to the coloured devil’s for many years.  The angels had been humbled, and Saruviel could not work out how he had lost in the end.  Just too many factors to consider, he thought to himself.  But Michael knew.  And from then on he had his eye on this Indigo devil.  A new and most cunning adversary amongst the coloured devils.  A new and most cunning one indeed.

The End

“Music”

‘Aquariel would have complained if we did and Aquariel would have complained if we didn’t.

So here we go again LC.’

‘Indeed,’ said the master of Chronology.

*   *   *   *   *

“Do you like to? Honey honey, do you like to?”

“Sorry?  What was that?”

“You are such a dork.  You know, if all the men were put in a line, and I had to choose the dorkiest of them all, it would be absolutely no contest.”

“Fuck.  Man that’s fucking awesome.  Number one dork.  Shit, I must have worked my ass off to get number one out of billions.  Fuck man.  Kooooool.”

“Fuck you.  Bastard.  But, don’t you get it.  You really suck.”

“Not as much as some.”

Madsy looked at Danny Boy, crossly.  “And what does that mean, exactly.”

“Oh, I would imagine you have had a few thousand oral fixations by now.  Or am I mistaken.  Heh heh heh.”

“Well.  Mmmm.  Mmmm. Mmmm.  Shall we listen to a CD?  Dear Danny?”

“CDs?  Uh, I think I lost my CD player.”

“Oh, I have a CD player alright.  And this as well.’ Said Mads, holding up a  1 TB I-pod.”

“Well.  Okay then.  I will admit it.  One can be a lonely number.”

“Yes, young Danny. You are finally acknowledging your place.”

“Well, uh.  Don’t expect too much from perfection, sweetheart.  Just don’t expect too much.  Ok.”

“Perfection, you say.  Now that is an interesting concept.  You are aware you aren’t, aren’t you?”

“Still in school, I see.  Not yet reached adulthood, hey sweetie”

“Well at least we are still cool.”

“Cool?  Uh, I was forgetting.  You put me at number one, cupcake.  Hey, how about cooking us up some cupcakes.  I am getting a bit hungry.  You’re a woman.  You should be good in the kitchen.”

“So what do you want to eat?”

“Uh, cupcakes sweetie?  A good memory there.”

“Yeh.  Cupcakes,” she responded with unveiled hostility.

“Cooool.  Make sure you put pink icing on them.  I like pink icing.  Believe me, pink is one of my favourite colours.”

“And why is that, dear Danny Boy?”

Danny Boy glanced subtley down Madsy’s body, stopped at a certain feminine point, and slowly drifted upwards.”

“Just because.  You know.  Just because.”

“Oh.  So you like Pink, do you?  I’ll give you bloody pink.  I will give you all the pink you can fuc*ing handle.”

That said Madsy raged off to the kitchen, to prepare the pink cupcakes.

*  *  *  *  *

After calming down, and thinking through things carefully, having consulted the online secret women’s website for handling the ‘Beasts’, Madsy returned to Danny Boy.  She handed him one cupcake, very carefully, which had a lavish coating of Pink icing.  Very very lavish.  “Uh, don’t forget your weight, dear Danny Boy.”

Danny smiled, thanked her very much, and happily ate his cupcake.  “Are there any more, sweetie?  I love pink cupcakes.  These are bloody yummy.  Thanks luv.”

She stared at him.  “This one is bloody clever,” she thought to herself.  “I will actually have to engage some real feminine power.”

She walked out the room and came back with an autobiography.  “Look at these, dear Daniel.  All these number ones?”

Daniel surveyed the list.  “Mmm.  Were any of them actually decent songs?”

Madsy stopped, paused a little, and considered.  “Uh.  Mmmm.  Well, maybe.”

“Not bad then.  I will have to give them a listen.”

“Oh, but I really don’t think you are cool enough for them, dearest.  Really, they are not your style, are they?  Far too carnal for one as holy as you.”

“Oh.  Oh well.  I will take you at your word then.  I suppose they are only number ones with the lesser class, then.  Huh?  Only so cool, huh?  Huh?”

“I suppose, in the end, tastes are subjective.  And it appears I have the taste that appeals to the most, dear Daniel.  That appears to the most.”

“What about that Kabbalah?  I mean, who wrote that?”

“Israelites.  I suppose.”

“So I guess you serve the God of Israel, Mmm.  The God you worship.  Mmm?”

“Yes.  And I am loyal and faithful.  So watch it, heretic.”

“Vogue Vogue Vogue.  Look around, everywhere you turn is heartache.  It’s everywhere that you go.  If all else fails and you long to be something better than you are today.  I know a place you can get away, it’s called the dance floor.  So come on VOGUE.  Let your body go with the flow.  All you need is your OWN imagination.  So use it that’s what it’s for.  It makes no difference if you are black or white – if you’re a boy or a girl.  So what does that racially oriented Jewish God make of that then?”

“That’s interesting.  Mmmm.”

“So who the hell is fucking faithful in the end, bitch? Huh?”

“Oh, and you’ve got to just      .    .    .    .   Vogue!”

“The End”

*   *   *

The Dark Fellowship of Satan’s Brooding Love

‘More revisionism, Apholox?’

‘Yes.  It seemed insistent in the strands.  We have no real choice.’

‘Ok.  Fine.’

*   *   *   *   *

‘Satan.  Overlord of evil.  Prince of Darkness.  Master of the fowl.  And, with many such epitaphs, this dark figure has supposedly been a menace to humanity for the last several thousand years.  Of course, the rationale mind rejects such fantasies, simply regarding them as a product of overly fertile and zealous Jewish visionaries.  But, nevertheless, this exhibit before us will be the subject of your next essay, dear students, so leave me riveted.  Gothic Horror 101 demands nothing less from you.’

The 20 odd students gazed with wonderment at the displays of the lord of evil, the horns being fondly remarked upon, but Jessica White was riveted like no other.  She had been a Goth since high school, and now at University studying literature, she had chosen a subject she hoped to write extensively on in later years.  And the devil – well could there really be any better a subject.

Mr Smithers spoke again.  ‘Remember, make it worthy of the Lord of the Dark.  Bonus marks if you shock me.’

‘I think I can do that,’ Jessica thought to herself.

*   *   *   *   *

‘What’s with the black candles, Jess?  Are we having another séance.’

‘No, Jack.  They are to put me in a mood for my writing.  I want as dark a spirit in the place as possible.  I am writing on Satan.’

‘Ooh.  Hey, why not draw a pentagram on the floor and summon him.  That will get you in the mood if nothing else does.’

She looked at him squarely to start with to suggest he grow up but, giving it a thought, suddenly liked the idea.

‘Sure.  Why not.  Just for the hell of it.’

Jessica took some chalk from her drawer, locked the door to her room, dimmed the lights and drew a pentagram on the floor.

‘Say something Jess.  You know, invite him.  Summon him.’

She looked at Jack, her boyfriend, and decided she may as well go all the way.

They sat around the pentagram, raised their hands in front of them, and she said.  ‘Satan.  Lord of Evil.  Prince of Darkness.  We summon thee.  Come forth and….  And do what you do.’

She looked at Jack who was grinning.  ‘There.  Satisfied.’

He smiled.  ‘Hey, you never know.’

*   *   *   *   *

It was later on that night, after she had blown Jack and he had gone down on her, with her favourite band Sirenia playing in the background, that she felt inspired.  Truly inspired.

And, typing away on her PC, she was oblivious to the dark spirit who had entered the room and was staring at her.  It was the dark one himself.

‘Jessica White,’ he said to himself, looking at the name on one of the folders.  ‘A Goth girl.  I suppose I could give her a rush.  He came over to her, inhabited her body, as he had been summoned and had legal rights because of it with his standing protocols with heaven, and got to work.

Suddenly Jessica felt very turned on.  Very.

She moaned and felt wet in her vagina.  She needed to fuck.  She needed to fuck badly.  And, putting on ‘The 13^th Floor’, turning to the track ‘Lost in Life’, as Sirenia played in the background, she writhed on her bed as she plunged the black and red vibrator again and again into her womanhood, her orgasms getting stronger and stronger.  Suddenly, at the peak of her greatest ecstasy, she yelled ‘Oh fuck, Satan.  I love you.’  And then, the pleasure being too much, she passed out.

*   *   *   *   *

Later on, back in the dark place, Satan was chatting with Lucifer his Saruvim brother.  ‘She was good.  Real good.  And you know how I like the raven haired ones.  They always remind me of Amy Lee.’

‘You get all the best chick’s’ said Lucifer.  ‘Usually blokes who call upon me.  Looking for power.’

‘Hey, I’m the fucking devil, so don’t forget it Lucifer.’

‘I won’t, oh lord of darkness.’

And they both started chuckling.

*   *   *   *   *

Jessica White tried summoning Satan again later on that month, but this time he didn’t show.  But she fucked Jack hard that night anyway, and had come to a truth in the life of Jessica White.  She may have come from a good and upright Christian family, one which feared God and supposedly shunned evil.  But it was the dark fellowship of Satan’s brooding love which had captured her heart.  And while she knew it could cost her her very soul, it was a temptation which she knew would claim her.  For whatever else, what could be compared to the orgasmic ecstasy of dark love?  What else indeed?

The End

“The Devil Wears Green Shoes”

‘Fits in ok LC.  Just continuity from the past strands.  Should be fine.’

‘I’ll take your word for it.’

*   *   *   *   *

‘The Devil Wears Green shoes.’

‘Really, Abraham?  He wears Green shoes?’

‘Yes Rachel Lowenstein.  He really does.’

‘Fascinating grandfather.  Tell me more.’

The ancient patriarch was as happy as he could be, working the room at the 7^th Annual ball of the resurrected Israelite community of the world to come.  He was speaking of his time in Sheol in which, in his many encounters with Satan, he had grown accustomed to the green shoes which Satan apparently took delight in wearing.  And now, conversing with a pretty young Jewish maiden who had lovingly been calling him grandfather, he related some of his many encounters with the green shoed wearing devil.

‘Of course, he has an atrocious sense of humour.  Very wicked in some of the things he alludes to.  But, he is our beloved devil, and we couldn’t live without him, could we dear Rachel?’

‘Of course not, grandfather.’

*   *   *

Down at the 666 Club in downtown Jerusalem Satan was hanging with his resurrected demon lord buddies.  His wife, Lucy Tantalizer, was over by the bar, steadily consuming vodka shots, and Satan was turned on by her raunchy clothing.  The world to come was proving quite wonderful for the devil.  He had an elaborate home in Jerusalem, and had been invited to parties everywhere.  He had started a club in the last few years, the devilish 666 club, which was the worldwide headquarters, it seemed, for every heavy metal, punk and Emo loving community on the planet.  But he was the devil, and that was his scene.

He looked down at his new shoes, just finished by the shoemaker.  Leather shoes dyed in dark green.  He adored them, and they matched his green suit perfectly.  Truly wonderful wear for the old green serpent.

He strode over to Lucy Tantalizer, grabbed her from behind, and dragged her to the dance floor.  ‘Dance with me, Lucy.  Dance with me.’  And she smiled, put her hands on his hips, and they danced the night away, his green shoes dazzling all over the dance floor.

*   *   *

‘So why do you wear green shoes?’ Rachel asked Abraham.  ‘Are you competing with Satan?’

‘Somebody has to, dear young Rachel.  Somebody has to.  Besides, I have always had a thing for green.  It is the colour God chose for our planet in many ways, and I always was a nature loving person.

‘Good for you, grandfather.  My, they really are quite snazzy.  Now, back to the question.  Are you hopelessly devoted to Sarah, or am I in with a chance?’

‘Oh, Rachel,’ said Abraham, and grinned madly.

THE END

“The Devil Wears Green Shoes II”

‘The Devil Wears Green shoes.’

‘Really, Abraham?  He wears Green shoes?’

‘Yes Rebecca, he wears green shoes.’

Rebecca looked at him momentarily, and then looked over in the corner of the room were Rachel, her cousin, was chatting with somebody.

‘Did you use this pickup line on someone I know by any chance?’

Abraham looked most insulted.  ‘Moi?  Surely you jest.’

‘Whatever,’ responded Rachel Rosenberg.

*   *   *   *   *

Satan was in his green shoes, feeling really very cool.  He was walking along Jerusalem parade, all eyes on him.  ‘There goes that bloody devil,’ one voice said.  ‘Who the hell does he think he is,’ said another.

But the devil didn’t care.  He was the glorious epitome of perfection in his heart, and he knew it.

*   *   *   *   *

‘So WHY does the Devil wear Green shoes?’

‘He’s an environmentalist,’ responded Abraham, with a little grin, making Rachel smile.

They chatted on for a while, and later that night, after the lass had fallen asleep in his bed, Abraham looked at his own green shoes on the floor.  ‘You fellas always come in handy,’ he thought to himself, which apparently was the case.

THE END

‘Manifestation’

‘And on we go.’

‘Well done Apholox.’

*   *   *   *   *

King David was a good king.  A good king.  Or so he believed.  Yet he knew he had faults, which the adversarial Satan pointed out time and time again.  To David was committed judgement in the ‘World-To-Come’ as one of the most pre-eminent of Israel’s citizens.  Yet he knew he himself would be subject to the angel Ambriel, his own offspring, who would rule as Messiah.  His own ‘Lord of Glory’ as psalm 110 spoke of.

They had rested in Sheol once, upon tasting death.  Resting there, in a non-existence in many ways, but dreaming their dreams.  And then, suddenly, the Archangel Michael had guided Judas Maccabeus to the victory over the Seleucids, and in his glorious victory against one of Satan’s greatest attacks in their long spiritual wars, Antiochus IV had been humbled, and Israel had risen to glory from the grave to heaven and everlasting life, just as the prophet Daniel had spoken.

Heaven had been glorious for all these many years, and David had been ever so grateful and thankful to his God for the pleasures of enjoying such a beautiful place.  But no longer.  No longer.

Now the manifestation was finally at hand.  Now the time had come for the World-To-Come, and Israel were to be resurrected once more, yet this time in very physical form, as Isaiah had spoken of.  This time they were to come from their heavenly peace to life again on Earth, to live the life of trees, and to guide mankind along on their destiny.  They would live with Amb