The First Chronicles of the

Children of Destiny

The Celestyel Angel Aphrayel

“The End”

by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

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© 2009

59,801 HY

‘I am telling you this for the millionth time, Sammy. I am perfectly safe. I have addresses every area of ergonomic concern, healthy eating, morality and what have you for thousands of years now. I am perfectly safe dear brother. Worry not, ok.’ Samael looked at her, very worried that his sister, with only 199 years to go, that she would have the attitude necessary to survive the final two centuries to the ‘life blessing’ promised by father. And then, knowing he once bore the name ‘Satan’ a thought came to him on life and justice. If she was ready, if she was truly ready, humility would be her hallmark and pride would not claim the day. So Samael thought on a little trip, just to test wether his sister really would accompany him on the great and grand trip of eternal life.

* * * * *

‘Come on Sammy, Sandy. It is perfectly safe.’ Aphrayel was at the top of a particularly high mountain out in Mitraphora, higher even than Mt Zadar, standing on the anciently constructed ‘Playhouse’ at the top of the mountain on a shaft of rock just away from the side of the mountain. There was a short 20 foot bridge which lead to the playhouse. ‘I don’t know, Aphy. I don’t think I trust that bridge,’ said Samael, a little grin at the side of his mouth which Sandalphon had been eying suspiciously all that morning. ‘Its safe, Sammy. Look, I can even jump on it.’ Aphrayel proceeded to step onto the bridge and jump up and down. ‘I told you,’ she said while jumping, ‘it is perfectly…….’ WHOOOSH. And suddenly, the bridge collapsed, and Aphrayel began a long plummet downwards, seemingly to her death, caught up in the bridge and the collapsing playhouse and shaft of rock following her down.

* * * * *

The funeral was a simple affair, so used to death had the angels become. Sandalphon, since the accident and having searched the rubble for hours, was remorseful. Somehow he knew Samael was to blame. Somehow he expected his brother.

Later on that day, Samael and Sandalphon were in Samael’s room, Rhaemliel sitting next to Samael, now seemingly enjoying her brother’s company, when suddenly the door burst open and Aphrayel, clothes dirty and in tatters, limping on what appeared to be a broken leg, wings ruffled and scrapes, cuts and bruises all over her body, came towards Samael, looked in his face, and said, ‘YOU, YOU, YOU……..AAAARRRGGH.!!!!’ And she left in similar a manner.

Samael could not help but grin, noticing Logos in the doorway who had probably shared some of Samael’s ideas with Aphrayel. Still, in the end, she had survived. She had survived.

THE END