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Angels of Hope
Angels of Hope
Book One “Angel of Glory” By Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly He shone, as brightly as the sun. As brightly as the dawning of a brand new day. He was the Angel of Glory, the Archangel Gabriel, God’s favoured son and the Glory of God’s most precious heart. And he shone – oh, how he shone. Heaven was something to behold. Something very special to behold, flying above the Diamond cities, hundreds of metres high, their radiant glory shimmering throughout the whole realm. Heaven, the pinnacle of God’s design, home to trillions upon trillions of angels and humans, all living in peace and harmony with each other, loving their beloved God and father who had brought them to be to enjoy such beauty and splendour. And highest angel of all, Gabriel, the chief Angel and special messenger of God the most high. But Gabriel was saddened. Despite the glory which he enjoyed each and every day there was a part in his heart which could find no peace. A part which could find no consolation. For his beloved younger brother, secondborn of the angels of heaven, dearest Michael – Michael was gone. Long missing from heaven, presumed kidnapped by the dark lord himself. And Gabriel wept at nights, his misery great, but God would not console him and when he prayed to his eternal father all God would say that Michael was were Michael had to be, and that Gabriel must go onwards, ever onwards, into the eternal future before him. He flew downwards, coming near a park full of oak trees, and landed. Jael was sitting on a park bench, his younger angelic sister, and smiled at him as he approached. She opened her bag, pulled out a small bottle of juice and handed it to him which he drank thankfully. ‘Thank you dear Jael. It is just what I really needed.’ ‘Dear Gabriel. We love you, greatly. But we miss him. Oh, how we miss Michael. Can you not persuade our father to tell you were he is? Can you not persuade our loved creator to guide you to our missing one, the one we long for, to touch and hold again.’ Gabriel sat down next to Jael on the bench and she laid her head against his shoulder. ‘I know dear sister of the longing in your heart. I feel yours and so many of the brethren’s longing each and every day. But father is insistent. Michael is gone from us, gone were he needs to be, gone to some other realm, some other eternity, some other plane of existence. But have no fear, dear sister, for I am with you. And I will always be with you, to comfort you, to love you, to lead you on in our eternal future. I am with you and will not abandon you, dear sister.’ ‘You give me hope, Gabriel. So much hope. And I love you for it, indeed I do. Yet if only Michael were with us. If only our beloved brother would return to us, would come back to heaven, to soar once more in the heights of heaven and enjoy the love and peace of our divine fellowship.’ ‘If only,’ responded the Archangel, comforting his sister. * * * Ramiel was pleased. Very pleased. Michael was in danger, now – grave danger. Of the 700 Angels of Light which had joined Michael in the war with the sons of Darkness, they had killed over 300 now. And there own forces still numbered just over 1000. Satan himself would be pleased with their work. But despite the pleasure in his heart, despite the power he enjoyed partaking of, there was something within Ramiel, some tiny little voice right at the back of his mind, some tiny little voice which said, ‘Remember your glories, remember your passions for love and truth, remember your love towards the one who created you.’ And despite trying to shrug off each and every day these voices, Ramiel could not. He simply could not. And now, despite the very pleasure in his heart towards the defeated angels of light he had fought for so long now, a choice had come to his mind. And sitting there, in an alcove of darkness, in the heart of hell, he came to his conclusion. And then, careful not to be seen, he walked out of the alcove, came to the cavern of hell, and flew upwards. He flew upwards and upwards, ever upwards, his destination sure in his mind. For he knew were the Angels of Light resided, and he would fly up, now, to do what was seemingly once unthinkable. He would join the Angels of Light, for the Light he once so greatly disdained had penetrated his heart, and he would now let the God of infinite glory rule him once more, and see just what peace and joys that would give the heart of Ramiel the Seraphim. * * * Michael was weary. He was hungry, thirsty and he missed home. Yet he was committed, so committed, to the task God had assigned him. And to win the ultimate respect of his brother Gabriel he must complete the task and defeat once and for all the Angels of Darkness. For if they were to ever once more penetrate heaven – well, only chaos would result. His followers were dedicated to him now. Deeply devoted and loving towards their leader. So many had died in their wars, but they would not give in. They would not surrender. They were here, trapped in Purgatory, half way between heaven and hell, serving in the duties which God had assigned to them. And until the last demon had been slain they would not be allowed home, such being the mission they had accepted, such being the price of the glory they craved. But Michael knew they missed home, that they missed home greatly. And he continued to pray each and every night in their age long struggle with the dark ones that God would comfort his friends and give them the peace of heart they so desperately needed. • * * Gabriel sat with Jael in Joniquay tower, the chief tower of the Diamond city of Joniquay. They had been in prayer that morning and Gabriel had sensed something. Some words from his God were written in his mind now and Jael had said she also felt such words being carved into her mind. And as they sat on the couches, concentrating on letting the words come forth from their minds onto their tongues, a spirit suddenly came forth from before them, grabbed them and lifted them upwards, and the words were uttered from their throats, seeing them in their minds in letters of golden flame. ‘The Final Battle Awaits. Go ye now, meet with the ones you seek with your whole heart, and take you the legion of heaven. For the dark ones punishment has long slumbered.’ And then, dropping to the ground, Gabriel looked at Jael stunned. ‘Michael?’ said Jael. ‘We are going to meet Michael, at last.’ Gabriel nodded. Such seemed to be the case. • * * ‘Very well, Ramiel. We accept your repentance. We accept your words and that you have indeed forsaken the way of evil, returning to the light.’ Ramiel took Michael’s hand, shook it and said, ‘I am so very grateful, Michael. For I could no longer, no longer serve him. For the price was becoming too high and the way of light was becoming too strong in its love for me to ignore. I am in your service and will faithfully follow you.’ ‘Then we have greater hope, now, Ramiel, in our war with the darkness. We have greater hope.’ ‘And with that hope we shall triumph,’ responded Ramiel. ‘Let us hope so,’ responded Michael. ‘Let us hope so.’ THE END * * * Angels of Hope Book Two “An Angel Undefeated” By Daniel Radrius surveyed the scene before him. He was currently in Hell, at an unguarded outpost of the Sons of Darkness. From what he could see there were about a dozen of the Sons of Darkness at this post. There was an extensive food garden were they obviously grew the food they ate and a number of other minor shacks besides the largest one were he sensed the majority were currently at slumber. ‘Perhaps 50 of them, tops,’ he thought to himself. Far to many for him to handle alone, but upon his return to Michael he could let him know of this outpost and they could come in forces, slay the demons, and achieve a major victory over their opponents. He carefully retreated from his hiding position when, suddenly, a demonic voice yelled and, the demons having spied him, about 7 or 8 of them started giving chase. Radrius heart beated wildly – he was now in for the flight of his life – and to be an Angel Undefeated he would have to fly like the wind or taste bitter death at the hands of his malevolent foes. * * * Michael stood at the pinnacle of Purgatory and looked downwards, into the vast world of Purgatory below. In this giant realm trillions upon trillions of angels and humans were going through repentance, learning the lessons which the Most High was teaching them as necessary to be able to return to the heavenly abode for the angels and enter for the first time, usually, for the humans. Michael and his assembly of Angels were stationed at the top of purgatory, there base, from were they engaged in war with the sons of darkness, many miles beneath purgatory in Hell. In the depths of Hell were numbers beyond imagining of lost souls who had made the final and ultimate choice of evil, never to return to the ways of goodness and light. Michael pitied them but realized such had been their eternal choice. Giant shafts went downwards from the top of purgatory to its nether regions, scattered here and there throughout the enormous realm which was trillions of miles in diameter. Michael and his forces usually travelled down the primary central shaft when engaging in their warfare with evil. But they had security sensors which monitored all the other shafts to alert them to any attempts by the sons of darkness to escape hell and fly through purgatory to the one and only single shaft above purgatory leading to heaven above. But while Michael doubted strongly, should he and his angels ever be defeated, that Satan’s forces would have the power to go through the gate of eternity at the top of that shaft, he would take no chances and continued to keep his position atop the centre of purgatory to guard heaven from the sons of evil. Yet, he believed, an end was coming to the conflict one day. An end in which he would hopefully be the victor and then, finally, return to his beloved brethren in heaven, and find the peace and consolation he so desperately missed. * * * Radrius was scared. He was hidden in a cavern beneath the nether regions of purgatory, but he knew his pursuers were all over the place, searching viciously for him. If he moved from his position it could mark his final moments. He lay there, breathing heavily, exhausted after his long flight. He thought on home above, at the top of purgatory, and the pleasant array of foods awaiting him, for he was suddenly quite hungry. Michael and his angels flew in through one of the gateways into purgatory to harvest food from the many gardens scattered here and there throughout the edges of purgatory, in special zones restricted from the rest of Purgatory’s inhabitants. Those zones had been put in place long ago for reasons their heavenly father would never specify, but they did provide Radrius and his companions with their daily sustenance. He was thirsty, now, and thought if he could escape his followers he would fly into purgatory, into one of the zones, and find some water and drink. But for now he would exercise caution, be patient, and let his pursuers move on. * * * Gabriel looked at the Legion of Heaven assembled. They had been permitted to only take the First Legion of Heaven – 1000 brave Warrior Angels – but that had been God’s wisdom, and thus would it be. He knew many of them by name, personal friends after aeons of friendships. They were brave souls. Brave and true, and soon, very soon, after God had given them the date for their departure, they would fly down to purgatory, meet with Michael and his Angels, and then engage in the final dark and bitter war with the Sons of Darkness. It would be a battle to remembered, Gabriel thought to himself, and thanked his God silently that the fate of that war was already known. * * * The one solitary demon who had remained searching the caverns had spied him as he had tried to escape and now Radrius was engaged in combat with this demon, each of their swords drawn, circling and looking at each other with unveiled hostility. ‘You will die, Angel scum,’ said the demon with pure evil in his voice. ‘Not before I have scattered your fowl carcass remains to the pits of despair, devilspawn.’ And then the fight began, swords clashing, egos fighting and suddenly, blood. Blood spurting from Radrius’ shoulder, and an agonizing angelic scream echoing through purgatory. Radrius backed off, holding his right shoulder with his left hand, but knew he would have to go through the paint to survive. The Demon grinned at him, flew into the air and lunged down at him, but Radrius had a move prepared. As soon as the demon was about to strike, he lunged sideways, grabbed the demon, through him at the ground and the demon thumped into the dirt. He was dazed, about to get up, when angelic steal pierced his heart and screaming obscenities at Radrius, he departed from his life, off to Sheol, the world of the dead. Radrius held his shoulder tenderly, almost wanting to cry, but he was proud right then – so proud. He was an Angel undefeated, and could boast to Michael of one more fallen demon – one less enemy of the sons of darkness they would now need to confront. THE END * * * Angels of Hope Book Three “An Angel of Valour” By Daniel Radrukiel, bravest of the warrior Angels in the Camp of Michael who was the Secondborn Archangel of Heaven, the Angel Radrukiel respected most of all, surveyed the battle scene in front of him. 7 Angels had fallen, slain by the Demons of Hell, but the battle was progressing well, all things considered. For in their strength they had slain over 50 of the Demonic spawns, Ramiel’s tactics working true wonders on their foes. And now, now it was time for the Angel of Valour, Radrukiel himself, as per Michael’s planning, to enter they fray and wreak havoc on the forces of evil. He readied his sword of power, sharpened nightly for the past three weeks, and took to the skies, a harbinger of death upon his bittermost foes. * * * Kalzaxriel fought bitterly and long against Radrukiel, but Satan’s chief most warrior, the most vicious of the demons of hell, finally fell, slain by the sword of power Radrukiel wielded. As he lay there, deaths hand starting to enshroud his soul, he thought one last thought on the life he had lived and the commitments to Satan he had made and then, breathing his last, died and felt his soul and spirit fall ever downwards to the neverending death of the pit of Sheol. * * * Michael watched as nearly the remainder of the demon’s fled the battle scene, returning to the pits of Hell, to their dark Lord Satan. And then, seeing a few foolish demons fight on against Radrukiel, determined to slay him, he called the Angels to himself to watch the entertainment. As they watched Radrukiel fought with skill and determination, making cut after cut on fowl demon flesh, one by one sending them down to Sheol. Finally, facing the last of the demons, Radrukiel rushed forward, plunging his sword of Glory into the chest of the demon who cried fowl obscenities and collapsed to the ground. Radrukiel wiped his brow, wiping of the sweat, turned and looked at Michael and the Angels and came over. ‘You could have helped me finish them off,’ complained Radrukiel. ‘And not enjoy the master at work?’ replied Michael. ‘Nay, you have given us the greatest of entertainments I tell you, for we were certain that you would not fall.’ ‘Aye, we were certain,’ replied another angel, those words then echoed by the others. ‘Shall we pursue them now,’ asked Ramiel. ‘And bring a final end to this conflict once and forever?’ Michael considered that but replied, ‘Nay. The time is not right. For they still have the numbers and in Hell they will have all the advantage of their home turf. Nay, the time is not yet right. But soon, brothers. Soon. Soon we will have our vengeance and be returned to heaven, our home of glory, returning in splendid magnificence, praised by all I do hope.’ ‘Aye,’ said the angels as one. * * * Gabriel sat with Jael in Joniquay tower, reading the Book of the Divine Creator, the holy text of the Angels of Hope. Jael spoke up. ‘I full well know the power of evil and darkness, Gabriel. I full well know that Satan is the lord of evil and would destroy and kill us all if he could have his way. But for us to cast him down to death, the pit of Sheol. Well, is that not a great punishment? Is that not such a great punishment, perhaps, even to great for the evil of even Satan?’ Gabriel comforted Jael, putting his arm around her shoulders. ‘The ways of the Most High are often difficult to fathom, Jael. Often difficult and hard to discern in right and truthful understanding. But we must trust our divine creator, mustn’t we? For in the love and devotion to goodness and truth we show each other and our God he continues to bless us. And we know this to be the truth, that goodness must prevail, for there is no peace in the heart of the wicked. No peace, no rest, no quiet consolation. For the heart of darkness has abandoned the love of its creator, preferring instead the heart of its own pride, as if it were something of Glory, some great thing which it had created of its own merit. The judgement upon Satan is just and proper, Jael. And when he tastes ultimate death, well, he will know he has been responsible for his own state of darkness. But, one day, I could speculate. Perhaps an eternity from now, after his suffering of his punishment has been duly completed. Well, perhaps then, in the repentance which we may one day hope finds home in his heart. Well then he may once again know the ways of life and love. But of such mysteries only God himself has the answer dear Jael. Only God has the answers.’ She nodded, consoled somewhat, and stared at the fireplace on the wall facing them burn its bright flames, her heart lost in the flames, thoughts of Satan disappearing with the smoke. * * * The Angel of Valour, coming into his abode in the Angelic Keep atop Purgatory, laid his sword down in its scabbard aside his bed, and laid down, closing his eyes. His thoughts were on the final battle which they had been discussing on the way home. On the final battle and, what were in Radrukiel’s plans, his idea to confront Satan himself and slay that dark lord. He knew Michael himself might desire such glory, but Radrukiel desired such glory likewise. Such glory for his name in vanquishing the power of darkness once and forever. But, despite his intentions to defeat the lord of the fowl, there was a voice in his heart now, a voice which said ‘bloody men rarely find rest for their souls.’ And Radrukiel listened to that voice as he lay there, considering the wisdom perchance it offered. Satan was evil, he knew that much, but perhaps to delight in the slaying of that fowl lord, as if such a slaying brought glory, well perhaps, as the voice suggested, that was just vainglory. A glory born of evil rather than good, not realizing that evil must simply be vanquished because of what it represented, and not vanquished as if some great glory and pride were associated with those who withstood its fowl power. And in such a conviction Radrukiel found slumber, drifting off to the realm of dreams, perhaps a newer understanding on the virtue of goodness entering his soul. THE END * * * Angels of Hope Book Four “The Angel and the Devil” By Daniel Shadray was a holy Angel. In fact, according to Michael’s own words, of all the angels in his group Shadray was deemed the holiest of all the Angels. And Shadray, after words with Radrukiel on the vanity of trying to gain glory from destroying evil, had decided it was time to consider implementing his long held plan – teaching repentance to Satan himself in the hope that evil would be vanquished with new hope for goodness, rather than the final measure they had resorted to. He had studied the Books of the Divine Creator for so long now and felt, now, it was time to pursue his dream of sanctifying Satan to the hope of his restoration. As he exited the Angelic keep atop of purgatory, no other angel bothering to ask him of his purposes, Shadray came to the edge of the keep, flew to the great shaft, and fell. He fell, soaring downwards, ever downwards, towards the pit of hell and, hopefully, the redemption of their greatest and most evil foe. * * * Jael was distraught. Totally beside herself, and as Gabriel inquired whatever the matter could be, all she would say that there was a conflict coming – a dreadful conflict – in which evil would unleash its greatest power, never yet unleashed. And as she trembled before him Gabriel could only wonder what on earth she meant. * * * Shadray gazed at the cavern of hell from atop the barrier between hell and purgatory. In the centre of the enormous domain of hell lay the Grand Castle of Damnation, as it had come to be called. In the castle of the damned were the spawns of Satan, and Satan himself, hidden somewere amongst its many horrible and crooked pathways. It was now or never Shadray thought to himself as he flew downwards and, landing at the entrance to the castle, sucked in a breath, and entered the hallways of the damned. * * * ‘I just can’t find him anywhere, Michael. He has disappeared.’ Michael looked alarmed at Radrukiel’s words, wondering where on earth Shadray could have possibly disappeared to. ‘Well, I am sure he will turn up eventually, Radrukiel. I am sure he will turn up eventually.’ * * * As he walked along the fowl smelling corridors, heading inwards, Shadray thought on his mission ahead of him. Preaching the knowledge of the Divine Creator would surely convert the heart of Satan. It surely would. But he remembered, all those aeons ago, the time when Satan rebelled against God and led astray numerous angels who fell into demonic form. It had been a horrible battle in those days before Satan was vanquished, cast down to hell. And then, when Satan had broken through to Purgatory, headed upwards to wreak his vengeance on heaven, Shadray had volunteered alongside Michael to fight the forces of darkness. But now, his hope was in this final message of repentance and love he intended to preach to Satan, that a better solution – a solution of hope and peace – would be chosen. A solution in the best interests of everyone. Turning a corner, he came to a large room were three demons were sitting at a table, eating meat and drinking. One of them spied him quickly and yelled ‘We are under attack.’ But Shadray rose his hands and said, ‘I come in peace. To see Satan. To talk with him. Nobody is with me.’ The demons came forward, grabbed him, and looked in the corridor to see if he was accompanied. One of the demons said, ‘take him to Satan. If he is foolish enough to come alone he may as well be Satan’s fun for the afternoon.’ The demon grabbed Shadray, propelled him forwards, and they started walking further into the heart of the Castle of the damned. * * * Jael was shivering. ‘It is nearly time, Gabriel. The time of destruction is nearly here. We must be prepared, for I fear heaven is about to feel the wrath of evil. We must inform everyone. We must.’ ‘But of what, Jael. You have given me no idea of what lies ahead. What must I inform them of?’ ‘Just warn them to be ready, Gabriel. Just warn them to be ready.’ ‘Very well.’ * * * Shadray stood before the throne of evil, looking intently at Satan who gazed down at him. ‘Repent, Shadray? You want me to repent and accept the ways of love and goodness? Heh heh heh. Surely you jest, young fool.’ ‘Nay, I jest not, lord of the dark. For the war is ending, as you know. We will soon have the upper hand over your minions, of that you can not possibly doubt. And then repentance will be no longer available to you, for you will surely taste the sword of angelic fury. I plead with you Satan, one final and ultimate time. Repent of your evil and accept the goodness of God. I am without doubt that in his mercy, with your repentance being complete, he will allow you back into heaven. You simply need to trust in the Lord.’ Satan laughed, a wicked laugh, and then made a decision he had been waiting for the right time to make. ‘Lucifer,’ he said, to a demon nearby. ‘It is time. It is time for their destruction. We need not wait any longer for we have enough resources now. The attack is to be launched, now.’ ‘Yes, my master,’ responded the demon Lucifer. ‘Oh,’ said Satan, ‘Take this Shadray along with you. Let his sit and watch the destruction. It should prove most entertaining viewing for him.’ ‘As you wish, my master.’ Lucifer came forward and grabbed Shadray, who turned to look at Satan and sensed, right there and then, that the final fate of the Lord of Evil had come to pass. But so be it, he thought to himself. So be it. THE END * * * Angels of Hope Book Five “The Angel and the Scroll of Evil” By Daniel Ambriel took the scroll from the shelf, finally satisfied that the time was at hand. For 15,000 years he had waited for this day. Waited anxiously, preparing himself and his words for what he would say to Gabriel with the news of the words of the scroll. And now, with the announcement going through heaven that Jael had received a haunting premonition of evil to come, Ambriel knew the time was now to share with Gabriel the words of the scroll. The words of the scroll of evil. * * * Radrukiel heard it first, the thunderous noise coming from below, and after summoning Michael and the others, they flew to the edge of the great shaft and gazed downwards. Lights were shining from down below, down near the bottom of purgatory, gradually rising upwards. And the noise from around these lights was getting gradually louder and louder, an ominous sound of chaos approaching. Radrius turned to Michael and spoke. ‘I don’t know what the hell is coming up here, Mike. But it looks like Hell itself, if you take my meaning.’ Michael stared downwards, a little scared, a little more scared than he had ever been in his life, and made a quick decision. ‘Quickly now, follow me. Quickly, mind you.’ As he led the way they flew to another shaft descending downwards, and waited at the edge, staring towards the central shaft. Michael spoke. ‘After they have come up they will destroy our keep. And I fear, now, they will break through to the heavenlies. We will wait to see what manner of beast is rising and then descend to one of purgatories outer zones until they have risen to attack heaven.’ ‘How do you know heaven is their target?’ asked Radrukiel. ‘I know Satan, Radrukiel. I know Satan.’ As they watched on, the noise getting louder and louder, the beast indeed did arrive. A ship – a beast of a mechanical ship, hovering on fans blowing downwards to lift it. And on that ship were large cannons, too many too count, vicious looking weapons as far as Michael could discern. As they watched the ship approached the Angelic keep atop purgatory and from the large cannons exploded bolts of metal, tearing into the Angelic Keep and obliterating it. And then a stream of flame burst forth from one of the cannons, engulfing the keep, the heat even noticeable from the distance Michael and his Angels were hiding at. And then, as the Angels watched on, the beast rose upwards, ever upwards, to the barrier of heaven. And then, a huge explosion, and then the barrier was torn asunder, and the beast continued its deadly rise. Michael turned to his group. ‘Come, we rest in purgatory for the remainder of the day. Tomorrow we will re-enter heaven and see just what destruction that fowl beast has wrought. * * * As Gabriel finished reading the scroll of evil he looked at Ambriel, now understanding more clearly Jael’s premonition. ‘Then we have but a few hours left until this beast is here to wreak Satan’s vengeance.’ ‘Yes,’ responded Ambriel. And as the scroll maintains, there is but one avenue available for defeating the beast. A dreadful choice we all must assent to.’ ‘Then it shall be as such,’ responded Gabriel. ‘It shall be as such.’ * * * The beast arose from purgatory and, on the outer edge of the Diamond Cities, began destroying them with it furious power. Not only did flame and metal come forth, but red beams of light at intense energy, which ripped apart all that stood in its way. Humans and Angels screamed and died and as Gabriel became aware of the Beast’s presence he prepared his heart for the decision he must soon make. The ultimate sacrifice to save those he cared for with all his heart. * * * Michael stood on the brink of the barrier, looking out over heaven. It was, indeed, good to be home, even if it had come at such a high price. The group looked in the distance and saw the first of the Diamond Cities burning in flame. The Beast had indeed wreaked havoc and Michael knew they must now fly directly home, directly home to Joniquay, to join Gabriel in the final battle with the sons of Darkness. ‘Come, let us fly,’ said Michael, motioning to his Angels to follow him. As they flew past the first Diamond city, the sights to horrible to comprehend, Michael silently swore to himself that Satan, now, would taste dark vengeance. Satan, now, would know the wrath of Archangel Michael. A wrath he would never forget. THE END * * * Angels of Hope Book Six “The Angel and the Dark Lord” By Daniel ‘Raphael. I am afraid we have no other choice and, as third-born, gifted with the greatest speed of any of us, you must face this task with all the braveness and courage you can possibly muster.’ Raphael was scared at Gabriel’s words but, looking around the room of desperate angels and men, he knew he must comply. For the Beast had destroyed, now, countless of the Diamond Cities and their fate seemed sealed. Sealed unless Raphael could complete this most dangerous and daring of tasks. ‘Very well, Gabriel. I will accept this commission. But as I fly, pray for me. Pray that our heavenly father will grant me speed.’ ‘We will, Raphael. We will.’ * * * Satan stood in the front deck of the Beast, surveying the destruction in front of him. Another of the Diamond cities had fallen and they were getting closer and closer to Joniquay. His vengeance was being satiated and he was supremely happy. He looked over at Shadray, looking depressed, watching the havoc in front of him. ‘I hope you are enjoying the destruction, Shadray.’ ‘You are evil, Satan. You are evil.’ ‘Yes, I know.’ And the beast of death continued onwards in its devastating pathway of destruction. * * * ‘This is it,’ said Ambriel, handing Raphael the sword. ‘The Sword of the day of Judgement. The sword which represents God’s final vengeance upon sin and lawlessness.’ ‘And what do I do with it, Ambriel?’ ‘All I can say is you will know what to do when the time is right. That is all I can say.’ Raphael took the sword, swung it around, and sheathed it in the scabbard at his waist. ‘Then we go to slay evil,’ said Raphael, and Ambriel nodded grimly. * * * ‘There it is master, Joniquay. Capital of Heaven,’ said Lucifer, pointing to the Diamond City afore them. Satan grinned to himself. ‘At last. Our final vengeance will be completed.’ Yet, just then, in front of the beast, an Angel appeared. An angel wielding a sword. Satan looked at the angel and signalled for the beast to halt. ‘Let us go confront this fool,’ said Satan to Lucifer. As they flew out to meet Raphael, Raphael steadied himself. When Satan neared he knew instantly it was his close brother from childhood, Raphael, and sneered at him. ‘So the mighty Raphael has come to defeat the forces of darkness with a simple sword and no help. Perhaps his pride has finally defeated him.’ ‘Mock if you will, fowl lord of darkness. Yet you will taste death this day, and regret your very words.’ ‘We will see about that,’ said Satan and, signalling to Lucifer to follow him, returned to the beast. As Shadray watched on, Satan gave the signal to shoot the flame of death at Raphael. Yet, looking onwards, Raphael had the sword pointing towards the beast. Then, when the flames shot forth, they came to the sword yet instead of destroying it and Raphael the flames clung to the sword and grew, extending from Raphael’s sword into an enormous sword of flame. And then Raphael, wielding the sword, struck the beast, which at once started to cleave. Attack after attack, cut after cut, and the beast was being destroyed. Satan was screaming and then, suddenly, with an opening made in the hull of the deck, Shadray managed to escape. And then, Raphael twirled the sword which suddenly turned bright green and, with one final heave, struck the beast which exploded into flames and crashed down to earth. And thus, as it was written in the scroll of evil, fell the Morningstar of destruction, damned to the fate of eternal death within Sheol from which no man or angel had ever returned. * * * As Michael looked over the wreaked Diamond cities, Gabriel standing beside him, Gabriel spoke up. ‘The final defeat of evil has come at a heavy price, Michael. A heavy price. But it is an eternal lesson we have all learned and by the grace of God one which we will never have to learn again.’ ‘May it be so,’ responded the Archangel Michael, secondborn of the Angels of Heaven. THE END * * * Angels of Hope Book Seven “The Angel and God” By Daniel The Tears of Elenniel flowed and flowed as she looked at the destruction before her, the destruction wrought on the Diamond Cities of Heaven. So many of her beloved brothers and sisters in Angelicdom and amongst Humanity had died in the conflict with the Beast of Evil that she was not certain if her mourning could ever truly, really end. And thus her tears flowed, they flowed and flowed, like a river, falling from heaven to earth below. And then God spoke. ‘CHILD OF GOD, FEAR NOT. LET YOUR HEART NOT BE DISTRAUGHT. FOR ALL THAT HAS BEEN HAS BEEN PLANNED SINCE THE DAYS OF ETERNITY AND MUST, OUT OF NECESSITY, HAVE COME TO PASS. FOR SUCH IS LIFE, DEAR ELENNIEL. SUCH IS LIFE. YET WORRY NOT FOR THOSE GONE FROM YOU FOR THEY YET REMAIN IN MY HEART. THEY YET REMAIN THERE, READY FOR NEW LIFE AND NEW BEGINNINGS IN A REALM WHICH IS YET TO BE. SO GO FORWARDS, EVER ONWARDS, BRAVE DAUGHTER OF GOD, NEVER FORGETTING YOUR LOVE, FAITH AND HOPE, AND LET THOSE TEARS TURN TO JOY AT THE NEW BEGINNINGS AND NEW LIFE AHEAD. BE AT PEACE, BRAVE CHILD OF GOD.’ And Elenniel, strengthened by the word which her heavenly father had spoken to her, took one last look at the destruction and then turned, heading for Joniquay, and the peace and consolation of her brethren. THE END |
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On Dec 1, 3:59*pm, saruviel wrote:
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Joe wrote in news:31a9fe7c-df3a-4acb-a374-f0766689f054
@k30g2000vbn.googlegroups.com: On Dec 1, 3:59*pm, saruviel wrote: snip This relates to home repair how? Joe You never said to yourself, "Boy, I hope this **** works.". |
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