Chronicles of the Infinite Realm of Majesty
By
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
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THESE STORIES ARE DEDICATED TO MELANIE B – SCARY SPICE
The Equinox Paradigm
Chapter One
Suddenly alive. 487 years stuck in limbo, Karnos, a deity of extreme perseverance to accomplish his sadistic objectives, had spent 487 years in limbo, banished there by Jaltar, a deity of Law and Order, serving the Universal Spirit of Justice. Karnos was pissed off, very fucking pissed off, and swore traditional vengeance on Jaltar. Jaltar knew it was coming, though, and had arranged for Karnos new human form to be limited to just that – humanity. And sitting there, in the darkness, he was suddenly alive, on a mountain overlooking a city, something which felt like Australia, in human form, and suddenly very thirsty. Karnos had staggered down the mountain, come to a river, and had drunk deeply, refreshing his soul and new body. And then he had lifted his hand to the skies and sworn vengeance upon Jaltar, and destruction of his assembly, the Jaltarians.
He swam the river, came to a road, and gradually followed it up, coming to the city limits. He was naked, and as he came to a main road he was honked by numerous cards. He could eat plants, he knew that, but he wanted finer foods, and would need an income. He knew English, the tongue of Australia, so made his way gradually up a road, coming to an interesting looking building. It looked like a bus terminal. He entered, coming up to a receptionist, who looked embarrassed.
‘Shouldn’t you be wearing clothes,’ she said.
‘I don’t have any,’ replied Karnos. ‘Is there a welfare centre nearby?’
‘Oh, I see. Well, Centrelink is just around the corner. Look, I will take you there. You probably need help by the looks of it.’
‘Thanks,’ said Karnos.
5 minutes later, exiting the vehicle, the woman having given him a skivvy and some pants, they came into the Centrelink office. The lady had told him they were in Tuggeranong in Canberra, and the current year was 2562 CE. He had inquired into his religion and found that Tuggeranong had a Karnosian assembly in the suburb of Macarthur. She had attended once, also attending a number of new deity assemblies, as was her habit. He had also inquired about Jaltarism and found they had an assembly in the district of Belconnen. ‘Good’, he said to himself. It was always useful to know were your enemy was hiding.
The lady who helped him told him her name was ‘Rebecca Lyant’ and that should he ever need help she was available. He eyed her suspiciously, expecting perhaps a potential enemy, but thanked her thinking she was likely innocent and unsuspecting.
He gave the centre a standard ‘I have lost my memory’ explanation, and despite them putting his face through a face scanner to try and identify him, they had no luck, so granted him a new ID which he chose himself and put him on the standard living allowance, and granted him a Government Unit in the centre of Greenway. ‘Perfect’ he thought to himself. He would strike his enemy from there.
That afternoon he was taken to his unit, which already had furniture, and was further taken by one of the Centrelink managers, following protocols, to the main Hyperdome complex to be given various clothing items, shoes and all the necessities for life. The manager showed him were all the shops were, gave him a debit card for his shopping needs, and explained that if he ran out of food the St Vincent de Paul Centre would always help him out. ‘We are here to help, Marcus,’ said the manager to Karnos in the new name he had chosen for himself. ‘We are a thriving community now and Tuggeranong has reached 2 million souls just recently. You can have a great and prosperous life here, and we are a very caring community. I do hope you find what you are looking for. ‘Yeh, well thanks’, responded Marcus, finding it quite nice to have a kind word spoken, unlike the usual torments he had faced in his gladiatorial deity wars.
Sitting in his apartment, looking out the window, there was a knock on the door. He opened it and ‘Rebecca’ stood there, holding a square box. ‘Can I come in, Marcus?’
‘Uh, sure. What’s in the box?’
‘Pizza. You’ll love it. Arnold’s is ancient, and they make simply divine pizza’s. Oh, and I brought a bottle of Coca Cola. I love the stuff.’
He looked at the coke and swore to himself. Nearly 500 years and they were still making Coca Cola – some things never change.
She put on a DVD she had brought, a music one of ‘Britney Spears’, who was still living after over 500 years, so healthy had the diets of society become and so lengthy the new life expectancies. He was surprised at that, but not too surprised. Perhaps he also had a long life here now as well.
After the songs had played for an hour or so, and they had finished there pizza, she looked at him. ‘Do you want to fuck, then? I am randy and you are cute.’
‘Sure,’ he said. They went into the bedroom and she took off her clothes and got onto the bed on all fours. ‘Do me like a beast, Marcus. Give it to me you bad boy.’
He stripped off, his manhood standing at attention, and proceeded to fuck her brains out. It was totally exhilarating.
Having a cigarette after the action, she asked him a question. ‘So what is the plan, dude? What are your goals.’
‘I have an enemy who vanquished me. He must pay.’
‘Oh, so you do know who you are.’
‘Uh, oh. Yeh. But I don’t have a name here and I had no finances or anything. I’m not ripping you off.’
‘Ok. I’ll take you at your word. Well, do you want to fuck me a lot. I will stay with you if you do. I like to fuck men, and you’re hot. What do you say?’
‘Fuck. Okay. Sounds good.’
‘I’ll go and get my stuff. Be back in an hour or so.’
‘Seeya.’ He watched her go, realized he was hitched already, but didn’t mind. She was cute and would do as a girlfriend, but vengeance was on his mind.
* * * * *
Sex every night for 7 straight weeks and Marcus had forgotten his grudge. Instead he was learning about traditional Paganism and the ‘Equinox Paradigm’. The religion Rebecca followed. And it was the ‘Equinox Paradigm’ which was to transform the life of a previously decadent of heart deity of the universe.
Chapter Two
The preacher continued. ‘For it is in ‘BALANCE’ that we find harmony. It is the completion of humanity, the centrepoint, the fundamental axis and axiom of our lives. For the extremes of the solstices bring us to the passions of life, the heat and the cold, but in the balance of the centrepoint, in the balance of the middle, in the Equinox Paradigm, we find perfection of our hearts, minds and soul.’ Marcus looked at the reaction to these words on Rebecca’s face, and it summed it all up. She was totally hooked.
Four hours later she was fucking him harder then ever, and then went down on him and swallowed all his creamy load. Fuck, she was randy, he thought to himself. If this was the ‘Equinox Paradigm’ let it keep on coming.
* * * * *
It was when the Jaltarian entered the assembly that Marcus felt stirred. This kid, whoever he was, was his enemy. He knew it instantly. The kid had a look about him, a spirit, which suggested condemnation of the ‘Equinoxian’s’. And Marcus would not abide that.
He came up to the kid, inquired into his name, found out that it was ‘Joel’, and suggested to him that this place probably wasn’t for him. Joel gave him a funny look and left, something which said it all. But Marcus didn’t care – he knew a troublemaker when he saw one, and four days later when Joel returned to give the assembly members a ‘Jaltarian’ flyer, Marcus knew what it had all been about. But he was over it, now. He’d forgiven his enemy in his heart, as the way of the Equinox taught him to do so, and let go of his grudge. Joel was simply young. Young and naive, not understanding the fuller realities of life. He could speak to him, share his newly acquired wisdom but, in the end, thought better of it. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, a quiet voice whispered to his mind, and that was the end of the issue.
Chapter Three
Marcus had 17 children with Rebecca before she left off bearing. But they stayed together anyway and ended up in the Lanyon valley. The ‘Equinox Paradigm’ became central to his way of life, and every day he studied the nature based texts to learn more and more of how to be perfectly natural. It summed up his whole life and, late one night, his wife giving him an awesome blow job, he thanked the universal spirit that things, in the end, had turned out for the best.
The End
“Vengeance of the Angel Gabralax”
(Story Two in the Equinox Paradigm Series)
Chapter One
Gabralax sensed, in the open and often hostilities amongst the superior deities of the heavenlies, that the Universal Spirit would allow him the grace of escaping the vengeance of Jaltar. For the Angel Gabralax had crippled Jaltar, sending him the wards of healing, were he had sworn traditional vengeance upon Gabralax. And so Gabralax, realizing that he’d always had the human option available to him, as all angelicdom were to taste human flesh at some point in their eternal existence, sought the Universal Spirit who allowed its son to manifest.
Waking up on a slope, overlooking a city, Gabralax wondered to himself where the Spirit had sent him. He was naked, and it was quite cold on his human flesh, so climbing down the slope towards the city he came to a river. With no apparent bridge in sight, he dived in and, shivering, walked along the road he had found coming into the city proper. Cars whizzed past and many honked at the naked man, but none yet stopped. He continued up a road, eventually coming to what looked like a bus depot. Noting it said ‘Tuggeranong Bus Depot’ he suddenly realized he was in Australia, and Canberra from memory. Good, he liked Australians. They were friendly, adaptable with a suitable sense of humour and an appropriate level of carnality for some of the practices he occasionally slipped into.
He came to a lady at the reception area with a badge reading ‘Rebecca Lyant’. She looked at him, laughed to herself, and said, ‘Here we go again. I hope you don’t expect me to fuck you straight away as well?’
Gabralax looked at her perplexed, yet said nothing. She took him to the Centrelink centre, and with the allowance they arranged for him he soon found himself in a unit opposite the hyperdome, with food, clothing and various other items. ‘We care, a lot, you know,’ were the words of the Centrelink officer who looked after him. ‘Tuggeranong is a booming metropolis of over 2,000,000 souls, and we do our best to look after each other. People can make quite a life for themselves in our district, and we work hard to maintain our strong reputation. You can make a real future for yourself here Gabriel,’ which was the name Gabralax had called himself in English.
When the officer had left, he stared out the window, thinking, ‘What next? What next in the life of the Angel Gabriel?’
Chapter Two
Gabriel soon joined the ‘Equinox Paradigm’. It was a place of spiritual teaching which resonated with him in his human form, and ‘Rebecca’ was great company. She lived with a familiar soul, which Gabralax couldn’t quite place.
Soon, though, he met the head of the Equinox Paradigm in Canberra. She was an aboriginal lady, Kooldah Smith, and she was something special to Gabriel. She was earthy, linked in some way to the ancient dreamtime spirits, and represented to Gabriel primal powers from the dawn of creation. He was instantly attracted, and they dated for several months.
She spoke to him of the Equinox Paradigm, of finding balance and harmony with nature and self. Of finding peace and unity in the central times of life, and the power and importance of Mid-Day and Mid-Night. ’12 is the completion of our clock, for a reason Gabriel. It is at these times of the day and night when we are the most alive, the cycles of time having completed many purposes over the previous 12 hours. Of course, in Judaism the cycle of Evening and Morning as the first day is completely important as well for they mark the divisions of dark and light and dawn and dusk are the quarter points, as we call them. Darkness precedes light, and we must rest before we begin our work. We must prepare, and at the time of the day’s equinoxes, midnight and midday, our rest must be the most complete and our work must be the most intense.’
Kooldah taught him much of the Equinox Paradigm, and they mated constantly. When she declared herself pregnant Gabriel was overjoyed, and at the day of the wedding, when all seemed well, Gabriel felt all the problems of life were gone from him. And that is when Jaltar struck.
Chapter Three
She laid dead, on the altar, her blood dripping from the cut to the throat. And the frightened guests all talked of a dark figure, with a scar down his left cheek, dressed in black robes, with long dark hair. And instantly Gabralax knew Jaltar had found his vengeance.
For days he was in a haze, his heart shattered, and then, coming to the river, lifting his hand he swore vengeance, and the Universal Spirit returned him to the heavenlies.
Gladiatorial combat between an Angel and a dark god such as Jaltar was truly something special, yet Gabralax would not allow his victim to live. And when the blade struck deep, severing most of Jaltar’s throat, Gabralax raised his sword and cut off the head completely. And then, his Vengeance complete, he collapsed to the ground and wept.
It was later that year, a little sprite wondered in to his sleeping room, and said to the dreaming Gabralax, ‘In Hades you will find your beloved. But beware, Jaltar’s dark might surrounds her, and her rescue will be difficult. But be brave, angel of God, and your beloved will be restored to you.’
And, upon waking, and remembering the words, Gabralax swore he would rescue his maiden, and knowing the portal to Hades, an impossible place of madness and chaos, he swore he would rescue her. For she was his love and he would not rest until she was restored to him. That much he truly, indeed, did swear.
The End
“The Final Paradigm”
(Story Three in the Equinox Paradigm Series)
Chapter One
Gabralax and Michalax inched their way forwards through a tunnel in the Insanity Abyss, near the bottom of Sheol. Raphalax and Urilax were behind them a few hundred meters, monitoring their escape route. They had fought and dispatched so many of Jaltar’s crony demonites, sending them off down to lower regions of Sheol, were the dead of the dead always progressed to, and now they were about at their destination – the central nub of the Insanity Abyss.
They came to the end of the tunnel and, on the other side of a bluey hazy mist Gabralax spied his beloved Kooldah, lying on a stone altar, seemingly unconscious. Gabralax was about to rush through the mist when Michalax grabbed him. ‘Wait. I fear this mist in front of us is the stuff of pure insanity. If you go through your mind will turn mad – it will turn insane.’
‘But what is my choice, Michalax?’ responded Gabralax. ‘I can not leave my beloved there.’
Just then Jaltar came into view and stood on the other side of the mist, mocking at them. ‘Come, come Gabralax. Take your vengeance,’ and he laughed with a mad laugh, full of pure evil. Gabralax made as to go forwards, but Michael grabbed him and held him back. ‘Wait. Let us go back and find another way in, for it is likely there is more than one. See that opening at the top of the cave?’ Gabralax nodded. ‘Let us try to find that one.’
‘Very well Michalax. But if there is no other way I will dare the mist.’
‘Very well.’
Chapter Two
They retraced their steps, found Raphalax and Urilax and, again fighting through dozens of demonites, gradually found there way to the opening above the nub. But, again, the mist was there.
‘It will surround the entire nub,’ moaned Gabralax. ‘Tis why it is called the Insanity Abyss.’
Michalax nodded. ‘Then we go as one, Gabralax. We go as one.’
‘All for one and one for all,’ said Urilax.
‘Time for action,’ said Raphalax.
And, following Gabralax, they dropped down, floating on their wings, coming through the blue mist, down into the nub of the abyss.
Gabralax’s mind reeled instantly. Visions entered his head, visions of darkness and hatred, all of the purest evil. And, slowly, his mind could not cope with such evil, slowly turning to insanity. He saw Jaltar in front of him, armed with a spear, menacingly approaching him. But while he tried to ready himself, as the others did, he could only clutch his head and scream obscenities at the evil in his mind.
And then, suddenly, a little angel appeared in front of him and asked him this simple question. ‘Gabralax, in the end, what really could possibly be the final paradigm of it all?’
And Gabralax, in response, yelled to Kooldah that he loved her.
Kooldah, seeming to sense the presence of her beloved, awoke. She seemed stunned but, looking around, saw her beloved screaming and being approached by Jaltar with a spear. And then, knowing she must defend her love, rushed to the side of the cave, grabbed a spear, and plunged it into the unsuspecting back of Jaltar. As he collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony, his soul departing for lower regions of Sheol, the blue mist gradually dispersed, and the minds of the angels cleared up.
Gabralax rushed into Kooldah’s arms, kissed her wildly, and the lost love of his heart was restored to him. The final paradigm, it seemed, had saved him in the end.
Chapter Three
The wedding of eternity was attending by thousands, and in the years ahead, as Kooldah bore Gabralax child after child, Gabralax ensure he taught all of them true religion as he saw it. For the Final Paradigm was the hallmark of his life then, and he never, ever forget the power of love. For it was the power of love which had saved him from madness and death, and he would never forget its wonderful, saving grace.
The End
Paradigms Upon Paradigms
(Story Four in the Equinox Paradigm Series)
‘Sex. Sex sounds good Gabby.’
Gabralax looked over at Kooldah, and honestly he was in fact randy enough. Time for some foreplay.
Later on Kooldah was discussing the potential for launching ‘The Equinox Paradigm’ in heaven, but all that Gabralax would say was ‘Good luck’. But she decided to try anyway.
Four days later she was inundated. She had no real idea of the population statistics for the heavenlies, but her husband Gabralax assured her the numbers were mind boggling. All she had done was gone on a message board, announced her name and her being the husband of Gabralax, and checking her email later on that day that she had posted on the message board there were approximately 47 million requests in her inbox, having used the filter, to join the Equinox Paradigm. All Kooldah would say was ‘Fucking Hell.’
‘You probably shouldn’t have mentioned you were married to me. That is, unless, you wanted to be popular. I am kind of well known, Kooly.’
‘I kind of get the point.’
It was then that the debates began. Within a few hours there were numerous people at the front door, Kooldah having mistakenly given out her address, and as fate would have it such angels were the primary pastors by and large of ‘Equinox’. They were looking for something different, something new, something not done previously. And they were happy to commit, so they told her.
But they had endless viewpoints of interpretation about balance and the heart of the Equinox. In fact, Paradigms upon Paradigms of viewpoints. Kooldah soon found her letterbox full of sample essays and statements on how the Equinox could potentially be approached, the significance of the viewpoints and how to make it last forever, amongst a whole spiel of other exciting paradigms.
Gabralax laughed, already planning a move to a new secret location, realizing he would never again have peace at their current address. But for Kooldah it was bliss, all the attention, and he decided to delay things for a while to allow his beloved her time in the sun.
The first divine heavenly council of the Equinox Paradigm got under way within one year of the first message board announcement, and freedom of sexual activity and finding the balance between too much sex and too little sex was the fundamental discussion point of the council.
Kooldah had organised the hierarchy of the fellowship as best she could in such little time, and the debates got under way.
Later on in the year, her fellowship growing in large numbers every day, and in numbers which Gabralax assured her with the ever increasing expansion of the heavenlies that would never end, Kooldah realized to herself, after her many question on earth, that life did have a plan to it. There was this Universal Spiritual Force which Gabralax her husband talked about. A force which gave birth to the dreams of the heart, and gave you untold blessings for your passionate inspirations. And Kooldah, not knowing what else to call this force, fell on her knees one evening in prayer, cried out ‘Thank you God’, and felt the best she had done in all her days of existence.
The Equinox paradigm claimed its heavenly foundation. And it was another of a long line of spiritual movements to come into the heavenly domain, each perhaps serving a purpose. Each, perhaps, being a paradigm in a neverending series of paradigms to bring life, joy and fulfillment to all the creatures of the Universal Spirit.
The End
Michalax and his Equinoxxian Mistress
(The Equinox Paradigm Series – Story Five)
‘I never liked you, even when I tried to.’
‘Oh, don’t say that honey,’ responded Michalax to Natalie, his Equinoxxian mistresses, comment.
‘And why are you still here? Shouldn’t you get the hint?’
‘Oh, babe. Come on, you know I love you.’
She looked at him, decided the creep had learned his lesson, so softened. ‘Come on then – let’s fuck.’
‘That’s it babe. Play nice.’
‘Shut up.’
‘And you are looking your best.’
‘Shut up.’
‘And I’m knocking at your door.’
‘I still never liked you, bastard.’
‘Oh baby.’
5 hours later, after an afternoon of much shagging, Michalax was feeling drained. His Equinoxxian mistress had taken him for all his force, and he was spent. But that was the way with those of the Equinox Paradigm – they were literally sex mad, and when they wanted it, boy did they want it.
Christmas was coming up, and so putting the CD ‘The Razor’s Edge’ into a letter, with the song ‘Mistress for Christmas’ circled, he sent it in the mail to his Equinoxxian Mistresses address – on the other side of town.
Christmas came around.
‘I never liked you, you know. Despite the fact I am knocking at your door.’
‘Come on babe, lets fuck.’
‘I really don’t know why you are still hanging around in my life. I must be insane.’
‘Its cos I luv you babe. And I need a Mistress.’
‘I must be insane,’ she said again, as he led her into the bedroom.
4 months later, Natalie had had completely enough. She had taken Michalax to a pub, waited until he was wasted, and got up and sang karaoke the Rogue Traders ‘I Never Liked You.’
All the time she was staring at him, and he was looking guilty.
That night they had the best sex they’d ever had, and she was gone the following morning, not seen again by Michalax for many a long year.
‘She really did wave goodbye,’ he lamented to himself one October afternoon. ‘I guess she never really liked me anyway.’
The End
The Paradigm of Patience
(The Equinox Paradigm Series – Story Six)
Chapter One
Michalax sat with Marcus Lyant, whose wife Rebecca was sitting happily, knitting, of all the womanly things to do. They had parted life on earth recently and now, in heaven, were members of the growing Equinoxxian family, as it was called.
‘So what are your ambitions, Marcus? What do you hope to achieve?’
‘You are aware, Michalax, that I am still somewhat remembered in the outer world of heaven. In Equinox I am treated carefully, but dark figures still want vengeance over the slaying of Jaltar and, it is rumoured, Jaltar still lives. He is a creature unkillable, and his vengeance will be sure if I venture forth to make my name known once more.’
‘Karnos. Forgive me, Marcus. This is the struggle of life we have always faced. Evil has long been with us in these heavenly domains, for the Universal Spirit is patient and forebearing, hoping for repentance and right action. I have long lamented his mercy, which is quite ironic, but I too have known it, so complain I do not. Yet we can not hide from evil – we must face it and, in the strength of righteous valour, overcome its dark might. Do not fear Jaltar, for you are stronger than he.’
‘Be that as it may, Michalax, he is still a thorn in my side.’
‘Then you must have patience. For the equinox way teaches, as I understand it, that in the heart of balance there is neither apathy towards life yet, also, no great frettings or anxieties towards things. There is perfect patience, perfect peace, knowing that all comes in the goodness of time. For there is a time to hide, Marcus, but a time to confront evil, Karnos.’
‘Yes,’ he nodded. ‘There is.’
Chapter Two
Jaltar brooded. How to exact vengeance upon Karnos. How to exact vengeance. But he was stuck here, now, in a much lower level of hades. For evil, when it killed and was subsequently killed, went further down into the darkening pits of death and unlife. And here he was, surrounded by malevolent demons who cared not for him, and would slay him without a moment’s hesitation if he interfered with their darkened exile. Yet power was still his – and he had access once more to the upper realms, albeit only in a vague spirit sense, a shadow of himself, yet still capable of speaking temptations to the dark to those who would serve him. Yet the price was strict, for he could not return to his bodily home for many years should he choose to leave it, such being the price of spirit self. Yet he would again choose this evil, for he despised Karnos, and would slay Rebecca, his beloved bride, if he could but achieve such dark ends.
Chapter Three
Marcus sat in the hotel, near the centre were the Equinoxxian annual conference was being held, and looked out the window at the city of Joniquay, one of the diamond cities of heaven. And as he looked he noticed something – a dark, grey shadow, coming closer. And then, suddenly, it was upon him and he felt darkness and evil trying to swallow his very soul. He fell to the ground, vomiting, and suddenly became aware of the screaming of Rebecca. He ran, he ran, he ran so quickly, but his running, no matter how much he believed he could save her, no matter how much he told himself he would arrive in time, was never going to be enough. And he had known it as soon as the shadow of evil had touched him.
And then he looked at the charred remains of Rebecca’s body, and the broken window were the dark spirit had fled to, and bowed his head and wept. For the dark lord had claimed his beloved, and this time, he knew, his descent to the lowest pit of hell would be his last, for Jaltar would not be spared a second time, for he would finish the work of Gabralax. Yet the price was a very piece of his own soul, a very piece of his own dark pity.
And as he wept, he swore again his vengeance, and it verily seemed that the angels in heaven did weep.
The End
Joniquay at Night
(The Equinox Paradigm Series – Story Seven)
Michalax, Gabralax and Urilax hovered in the night skies of Joniquay. Down on earth Marcus Lyant laid wounded, but alive. And his beloved Rebecca returned to him, after a struggle with darkness.
The 3 Archangels stood in front of a portal which shimmered in the air in front of them, the place were Raphalax had disappeared to with the ashes of Jaltar.
Michael motioned towards a nearby tower, flooded with lights of all sorts of colours, burning brightly in the night sky. ‘This city is like few of the Diamond cities. So human in its ambitions.’
‘Yet it was put aside for mostly them,’ responded Gabralax.
‘In fact the children of Men make up around 90% of Joniquay’s population,’ said Urilax.
‘90%. Really. And were di d you learn that statistic?’ queried Michalax.
‘Hey, I still study,’ responded Urilax.
The angels hovered there, wings beating slowly, and the shimmering vortex continued shimmering.
‘Down there is a baseball match going on,’ said Urilax, pointing down to a baseball park down earthwards, the ground flooded with lights in the cool evening.
‘Is it one of your teams?’ asked Michalax.
‘I don’t know,’ responded Urilax. ‘They might be playing tonight, but I am not sure. I don’t follow that closely anymore. After 10 million games you sort of get the idea of what they are on about.’
‘Still, they are our eternal entertainment,’ put in Gabralax.
‘That they are,’ responded Urilax.
Down below Marcus Lyant was feeling a little better, nursing Rebecca.
‘She seems to be alright,’ said Urilax, pointing downwards to the human they had just rescued from the dark nether regions.
‘For the nightmares we went through she better be,’ responded Gabralax.
‘Still, she is a daughter of love,’ put in Michalax. ‘She is, I feel, destined for eternal life. God would not have us so actively involved with these children of the Equinox if not so.’
‘God?’ queried Urilax. ‘You know that term is no longer in vogue. You will slip up and let on about our ancient history. You know the children of men can not stomach the ancient standards.’
‘I was forgetting. The Universal Spirit.’ responded Michalax. ‘Please forgive me brother Urilax.’
‘You are forgiven,’ responded Urilax, with a grin on his face.
The Vortex continued shimmering, a whirl of hazy colours, burning brightly in the night sky.
‘He should be back shortly,’ said Michalax.
‘The Spirit may have much to say,’ put in Gabralax.
‘Jaltar’s time has come,’ responded Michalax. ‘The Spirit will agree with Raphalax’s request.
‘Let us hope so,’ said Gabralax. ‘I have had enough with this current war with the fallen.’
‘I fear our life is of this struggle,’ said Urilax. ‘It is our destiny for some reason.’
‘There is a purpose,’ responded Michalax. ‘And the struggle is not eternal.’
‘And you know this how,’ queried Gabralax.
‘I will not say,’ said Michalax. ‘It simply has a purpose. You both will understand in the fullness of time.’
The other two angels gazed at Michalax, yet said nothing. His words had said ample.
The Vortex suddenly came alive with a purple colour, then a swirling pink, and suddenly Raphalax burst through.
‘It is done. He has agreed,’ said Raphalax.
Michalax breathed a sigh of relief, and signaled their descent.
* * *
‘It is finished, Marcus. You will be bothered not again.’
‘Thank you, Michalax. Rebecca is breathing a little easier, but still too weak to say much. Can you take us home?’
As the angels carried Marcus and Rebecca back to their home, Michalax thought on that long struggle with darkness. It was not over yet, not by a long shot, but destiny was continuing ever onwards, and the day of vindication would come one day. And then their long earned rest, and peace for the Angels of the Universal Spirit.
THE END
A New Paradigm
(Story Eight in the Equinox Paradigm Series)
Ragulax, Phanulax and the dread Saruvilax were having a conference. An important conference.
‘Now, as you know,’ began Saruvilax, ‘People are very familiar with the big four, Michalax, Gabralax, Raphalax and Urilax. They are household names to many of them. And for many years now that is how they have promoted themselves. But there are 7 divine Archangels, and it is our responsibility to let people know this.’
Ragulax put up his hand. ‘And how are we to do that, dread Saruvilax. After all, they claim this position of 4 exalted angels from 1 Enoch chapter nine.’
‘Don’t call me dread Saruvilax. I can not possibly express how pissed off I am with that term these days.’
Phanulax grinned. ‘Yeh, dread Saruvilax. Good one Rags.’
Saruvilax looked disturbed, but got back to the agenda. ‘Now, brothers. There have been contenders over the years for positions in the divine seven. Chamulax competed heavily for a while. Jeremilax, Remilax and Saraqalax were also competitors. As was Sarilax. Yes, there have been a number who have tried to claim that top 7 slots. But remember, my dear brothers. There has never been an official designation in the sacred writings which has been universally accepted.’
‘So how are we going to get those slots,’ asked Ragulax. I mean, in Enoch chapter 20 the big 7 are Urilax, Raphalax, Ragulax, Michalax, Saraqalax, Gabralax and Remilax in that order. And I am third on that list, and that is about the most official list of the 7 big angels because it is in 1 Enoch. So why would I change.’
Phanulax interrupted. ‘But remember, dear brother Ragulax, in the second parables section of Enoch, in chapter 40, there are 4 angels of the presence, and these four glorious angels are in order Michalax, then Raphalax, then Gabralax, and fourth of all, not even Urilax, but my blessed self, the holy Phanulax. So Ragulax, Saruvilax. What have either of you to offer me? And, dear Saruvilax, were not your wondrous deeds only recorded much later on in history than our grand earlier accomplishments.’
‘It is difficult to know for sure,’ responded Saruvilax. ‘True, I have been unable to find references in the earlier literature, but I was known of. I am sure of that. Besides, the holy third volume of Haven’s Pseudepigrapha clearly established me as seventh on the list of divine angels. The Chronicles were quite clear, and therefore there shall be seven divine angels, and the children of Noah have spoken. The list in divine order shall be Michalax, Gabralax, Raphalax, Urilax, Ragulax, Phanulax and Saruvilax.’
‘If you say so,’ said Ragulax.
‘You have always been ambitious, dread Saruvilax,’ said Phanulax.
‘Don’t call me that. Now, how are we going to get our fame?’
‘I know. Why don’t we hold a conference,’ said Phanulax.
‘Aren’t we doing that now?’ queried Urilax.
‘No, I mean a conference of all the 7 Archangels. In Joniquay. We can sign autographs. It will be cool.’
Saruvilax held his forehead in frustration and said ‘Why me.’
‘Now listen,’ said Saruvilax. ‘We need something dramatic. Something memorable. Something epic.’
‘How about a movie. The 7 Divine Archangels,’ put in Urilax.
Saruvilax considered the idea. ‘Not a bad one. What’s the plot.’
‘Oh, I don’t know. We save the world from the dark lord. Something tragically epic. You know how they do them.’
‘Yes. Yes I do,’ responded Saruvilax. ‘I will think that idea over. Maybe write a plot.’
‘Hey, we can co-write, the three of us,’ responded Urilax. ‘It will be cool.’
‘Okely, Dokely,’ responded Phanulax.
‘Yes, I guess so,’ finished Saruvilax. ‘Then, I guess, that is the first move for our glory. An epic movie.’
‘And heaven will never be the same again,’ put in Urilax.
‘Amen to that,’ finished Phanulax.
‘Yes, Amen to that,’ put in Saruvilax, whose mind was on his glory.
THE END
‘The Power of the Equinox’
(Story Nine in the Equinox Paradigm Series)
Chapter One
Ragulax was masturbating. That was not surprising – Ragulax had often been called a bit of a wanker by his six esteemed Archangel brothers. And so, true to his name, the semen erupted onto his belly, he turned the shower on, washed it away, and went into his bedroom, to enjoy the rush which always came afterwards. Doralax – his woman – his twin – would no longer have sex with him. They did it often, usually, like rabbits. But she had gone off, to the edge of heaven, found an angel, and was fucking him hard, or so she claimed in her emails. Jealousy? Was she provoking him to jealousy? Who knew. Who cared. Wanking got the job done anyway.
Recently Ragulax had partaken of good news. An ancient mystery had been revealed by the Universal Spirit. The rankings of authority of the 7 Divine Archangels. Apparently, although it was all shrouded in a deep and mysterious past, Ragulax was the Firstborn of the 7 Divine Archangels, and thus represented the highest beacon of power in the Universal Realm of Heaven. Bloody good news. Perhaps he should use his influence on a young, nubile angel. Lure her into his den. Fuck HER brains out. Yeh. But whatever.
Saruvilax had sent him the script that morning. ‘The Power of the Equinox’ starring Marcus Lyant and Rebecca Lyant, with Koolda Smith and the 7 Divine Archangels. A Tragic romp with the demonic powers, with a cliff-hanger of an ending. It could prove fucking funny, and a hell of a time to film. He looked forward to it.
Other things were on his mind, especially finding another chick to relieve his masturbatory concerns, and thinking that, with his new found position of absolute charm, he would set out one of these Friday nights, find a nice club, find a nice babe, have a nice fuck. Sounded perfect.
Chapter Two
‘Melanie B. You are the sluttiest bitch of the spice attack. What do you think?’
‘Don’t call me a slut,’ said Melanie, and looked at the chalkboard. ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she said in her fine Leeds accent. ‘I mean, Michalax is a great angel, and introducing with him is ok, but hasn’t it now been revealed that Ragulax is firstborn?’
Saruvilax looked at the chalkboard, rubbed out Michael’s name and wrote in Ragulax. Spice Attack had a role in the upcoming movie, and they were being asked for ideas about the new introductory scenes and endings for the movie.
Emma B spoke up. ‘Make Ragulax repenting of a recent gay encounter. That will get a laugh.’
‘Not a bad idea,’ responded Saruvilax thoughtfully.
‘Have him scratch his butt a lot,’ said Geri. ‘People always laugh at crude things. It is the way we are.’
‘Perfect’ responded Saruvilax, making the notes on the chalkboard.
‘Perhaps some VD concerns,’ suggested Victoria.
‘Right,’ nodded Saruvilax, scratching with the chalk on the board.
‘And debt concerns,’ finished Melanie C.
‘Rightey O,’ responded Saruviel. ‘Good ideas, girls.
Later on the girls were hanging around, and Ragulax had drifted in, chatting with Saruvilax, and was eyeing Melanie B.
‘Have you caught him looking,’ said Geri softly.
Melanie B said nothing.
‘He thinks your hot,’ said Emma.
Melanie B said nothing.
‘He probably has a good bank account figure,’ said Victoria.
Melanie B said nothing.
‘He could be a good shag,’ said Melanie C.
‘Good point,’ said Melanie B at last, and sidled over to Ragulax, who welcomed her warmly.
Chapter Three
‘You are a spunk, Mel B.’
‘You like to say that, don’t you Rags.’
‘But I mean it babe.’
‘Sure you do. I think, maybe, you just like a piece of ass, and thus the compliments.’
‘Don’t say that. You know I love you.’
‘Ha. Every bloke says that to a Spice Girl. We never stop hearing it.’
Raguel shot her a dejected glance, with apology written all over it, and she came over and gave him a hug.
‘Still, Ragulax, you are a good sort in your own way. A strange being – not a regular deity. Something weird about you, I think. Like the old days are still in you. The old ‘Angel’ ways.’
‘Some things never die, babe. Just the way I am. Let’s shag.’
She smiled. ‘Sure. But tell me this, won’t your twin get jealous? I am shagging her man after all.’
‘Doralax is currently being unfaithful,’ he said stoutly. ‘I don’t think I even need to care about any of her proud protestations. The bitch can screw herself.’
Melanie noted the heated expression in his eyes. Jealousy, she thought to herself.
They screwed for a while, and Ragulax went to the kitchen to get some juice. It was a hot night, and as he stared from the back porch out at Joniquay, Mel came and joined him.
‘You should call her.’
‘She’s a bitch,’ he responded.
‘I have a man, you know Rags. Deep down, our twin is the fundamental. Everyone knows that in the end. Sure, I can screw around from time to time. I do. But my bloke, Yomiel, is for me forever, in the end. I always go back to him.’
Ragulax stared at the city, thinking on her words. ‘Yes. Some things don’t change, Mel. I know that. The relationship between me and the goddess Doralax has been a rocky one for a long time. She usually does her own thing in the end, rather than committing. But, yes. We care for each other. I might call her a bitch. I might.’ He left off.
Melanie stared at the city, following his view, then turned to him. ‘You might call her a bitch?’
‘But I still love her,’ he finished. She nodded. Good for Ragulax. Good for him.
Chapter Four
‘Doralax. It’s me. Rags.’
‘What do you want?’
‘To see you babe.’
‘Ha. That’s a good one.’
‘I miss you.’
She softened. ‘Really? Your not just saying that?’
‘Sure. I miss you. We belong together.’
‘You’ve said that before.’
‘Fuck it. I’ve come to my senses. Seen the light. The Divine Firstborn angel of Infinite Glory realizes he needs his twin. Can’t live without you, I’m afraid.’
‘And If I come back. You’ll give me the attention you have lacked previously.’
‘Sure. A Rose a day if you like.’
She laughed. ‘Ha, very funny Rags. 3 days, and that will be that. I know you.’
‘Probably,’ he replied honestly.
‘Look, why do you really want me back? This is the way it is between us, isn’t it? This is the status quo? We do our stuff together, occasionally, and fuck off back to our own lives afterwards.’
‘Perhaps you are growing on me’, he said honestly.
There was silence on the phone, as if she was thinking over that point.
‘Growing on you?’ she finally said. ‘Your starting to appreciate me then?’
‘No. Just getting used to you.’
She was pissed at that, but gave him a break. ‘Well, getting used to your twin is a start, I suppose. The best of relationships start with familiarity.’
‘Exactly,’ he responded.
‘Is someone pushing you into this, Rags?’
‘There might be. A Spice Attack girl I have been shagging. Told me the twin is the biggest thing in the end. It struck me. Perhaps it’s true. Perhaps that is what works in the end.’
‘And you’d like to find out if that is true or not?’ she asked him.
‘I think so. I mean, don’t get me wrong Dorry. We have known each other forever. Since the beginning, I guess. We’ve been there for each other many times. I do love you, you know, but you have always been a sister with her own mind and will, and I’ve had to accept that. But perhaps it should be more now, you know. Perhaps we have had long enough to work out our differences. Perhaps, now, we should try and make it work.’
She didn’t respond straight away, but eventually spoke. ‘Look, I don’t know Rags. So bloody much is said about the twin thing both ways. Sure, I wouldn’t actually want to change from you, coz your great, but I don’t think we have to be man and woman together forever. I’m not sure if I want that. Do you? Really? Or is a spice girl who is making you think this?’
‘I. I don’t know,’ he responded.
‘Exactly,’ she said. ‘Look, thanks, but no thanks. Sure, I appreciate the offer, but it would have to be more than that Raguel. It would have to be you, in the end. It would have to be your own heart, your own decision. And deep, deep down, I think you know that is true. No Spice Girl can choose your eternal mate. It has to be dear old Ragulax.’
‘Your right – of course.’ He went silent. It was settled.
‘Well, you ok then Dorry? Everything’s fine?’
‘Mostly. Look, can’t talk now, and I appreciate the offer. You need to work those issues out for yourself, brother of mine. Get back to me if Raguel himself ever really means it.’ There was another voice he could hear speaking to her and she said ‘Bye’ and hung up.
He put the phone down, looked at the picture of his twin in his hand, and sighed. Wishful thinking, in reality. Nothing more than that. But, besides. She was right. It had been Melanie putting the thoughts in his mind.
He walked out the back, to the porch, sat down, picked up his unfinished juice, and sighed. Another day in heaven. A movie still to shoot. And a randy spice girl to fuck as much as possible while he was dating her. In the end, as they say, life went on. And issues like twins and romance could wait for another day, for Raguel was tired, needed some sleep, and perhaps a wank to put him to that sleep.
He finished his juice, retired inside, and after a suitable wank to a favourite porno, put to rest thoughts of Doralax being his hearts deepest answer, and dreamed happy dreams of Melanie naked, a number one at the box office, and an unfortunate spate of a particularly dastardly Venereal disease. Now where on earth did he get that, his dream self thought to itself, as he tossed and turned through another fateful nights adventures.
The End
The Equinox Completed
(The Final Story 10 in the Chronicles of the Infinite Realm of Majesty)
The Infinite Realm of Majesty was infinite. Perhaps that was an obvious way of saying it. Its scope, depth, and true majesty knew no limits, nor did its physical space or geography. It sat on a Discworld which went on in every direction for unlimited measure. In fact, so the Firstborn Archangel of the Infinite Realm of Majesty, Ragulax, assured everyone, God had told him quite precisely the realm was exactly that – Infinite.
And it was majestic – in God’s own words – truly majestic.
The purposes of the Equinox in God’s own plans were to teach the truths of the balance of nature, of good and bad, of hot and cold, of love and hate, and all degrees in between. Equinox explained the mystery of balance – harmonizing between dual forces – and the angel Melanie – Melanie Brown – a spice girl of quite vivacious personality – was God’s ultimate instrument in the purposes of the Equinox in the Realm of Infinite Majesty.
But it was a destiny unbeknownst to herself.
Ragulax was an unordinary angel, but was also markedly conservative in many ironic ways in opposition to his spirit of unordinariness. But, so he hoped, with a conservativeness which was truly expressive – if such a thing were possible.
Ragulax, having bedded the angel Melanie, was to father children later on through this angel who would become the powers of the Realm of Majesty. The Key Powers.
There were several monarchs of various new kingdoms which differing children would establish and, one by one, they would build up the centre – for in an everexpanding realm it was always the centre – and dominate the land ownership and dominate the kingdoms and hearts of the angels and men of God.
It was scaries passion. Scaries power. Scaries presence. She was a natural leader, and inspired within her offspring to the firstborn ruler of the world a passion and determination to go for broke and challenge all conventions in creation of your own glory.
And her messages to his and her offspring worked – and they prospered.
The completion of the Equinox was the completion of all things. It was harmonizing desire for growth, expansion and eternity, with the desire for sameness, stability and the unchanging finite. To master the equinox – to find the centrepoint – was to be in the centre of life, the centre of existence, were all flowed along an eternal pathway, yet all flowed with eternal stability and immovable faith in truth, life and self. And God, of course – the unchanging, unchangeable, eternal creator.
The Infinite Realm of Majesty was and is a work of the Most High God. It represents much of his glory, much of his design, much of his purpose. It sees its fulfilment in the fifthborn angel Raguel, but stands alone as a pinnacle of wisdom in its own right.
It is a creation of God.
It is loved by God.
It is a principle, a paradigm, a vision, a wisdom statement, a very principle and axiom of the divine thought.
And it is eternal.
And it is infinite.
And in it all things, ultimately, are as they should be, and all things remain in the heart of God, in the plan of God, in the wisdom of God, to be fulfilled in the fullness and goodness of God’s good and infinite time.
And all the angels shall say Amen.
THE END