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Many were their names across creation, in the worlds and realms they devised. Nine were the choirs for the most part they worked unseen. Much could be said of them for they are legions uncounted and they will unfold in time and patience, for even the Great Spirit did not know their full promise at their conception. The Spirit loved them dearly for they were once part of its own being and their absence caused emptiness. This the Spirit had never experienced before and it felt sadness, but also joy for it had never experienced CHNKWKS %TEXTTEXT4FDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPPFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPCFDPC FDPC The Secret History of Heaven By David Monteith For Michael When I write, I write for you. Seven are the stars in heaven s crown, Seven are the hallows of renown, Seven are the stones beyond the cave mouth, Seven are the sisters who rise in the south, Seven are the are the homes of the dead, Seven are the colours of the babe s head, Seven is the number spoken seventy-seven times Contents Prologue The Apocryphon of Genesis 4 Chapter One Before the Beginning 5 Chapter Two A Shadow Grows 9 Chapter Three The Crown on the Throne 13 Chapter Four Trouble in Paradise 16 Chapter Five Dark Fates 19 Chapter Six The Awaking of Lucifer 23 Chapter Seven The Guest 24 Chapter Eight The Wedding 27 Chapter Nine The Wax Face 31 Chapter Ten The Storm of Tears 33 Chapter Eleven Broken Angels 36 Prologue The Apocryphon of Genesis I may speak now, at the end of days. My story was unknowable to mankind for aeons, for its making was in dreams and bound in fow. I will tell you of the creation and destruction of the Eli, called angels by some, their lament at what was lost, their triumphs and their mistakes. I will tell you of the birth of the shining ones, men s stewards through the secret war, children of the light bringer, Lucifer Morn-star who was lost. I will tell you of heroes, vanquished foes and their return, of how legends came to be and how they were undone. I will tell you how it began and how it ended, alpha, omega and the hidden secrets that occurred in between. Through me is knowing and understanding of the fate of not just this world but all worlds that were, are and still could be. Through these words you can travel, beyond myth and mind to realms perilous and wonderful, in light, in dark, and in between. So take this tale forfeelings of yearning beyond itself and treasured its loss. So before the veils were closed at their departure into time, a prophecy was spoken.  Go now my cherished architects and artisans of creation, my Eli. People of beauty, go now and prepare. Devise wonders great and sublime, minute and delightful, for there will be a day marked by flame when your king The Light Bringer will come and you will love him and know not why. Greatest of you, he will be most learned in all your arts, versed in poetry and wit, strongest in the arm and also in the heart. Go now and prepare, for his coming is soon. Know that I love you my children and you are not alone, even though darkness may come. Trust and believe, for all stems from me. I am the seed and source. May all the grace that I have be passed to you, my children, until your return. Then in sadness, but also in joyful anticipation, the Great Spirit retreated back beyond the three veils which are called to the Eli, the Ain, the Ain Sop and the Ain Sop Serphia, closing them, waiting for the return, waiting for aeons unmeasured, waiting in hope that his children would find the way. However, before the last of the veils were closed between space and void, this and that, here and there, a shadow slipped through unnoticed and hid in the dark night, in the valley of moons unseen. Thus the Eli devised their creations each adding something to the others work and thus the symphony was begun. They rolled fire in melody and matter in song, and set galaxies spinning through time. Magics they weaved into the very nature of creation and life they brought to emptiness, never tiring never ceasing in their work. But it was no labour, for joy was within them, at the arts they performed and art it was. Each choir had a part to play. The Seraphim being, the architects and dreamers, were designers of destiny and fate, the Cherubim, being the craftsmen, built the very stars and worlds which they forged in dreams and sciences singing them into being by will alone. The Thrones held the forms of shape brought into being by imagination. The Dominions, by merit of logic, divided the elements contained in the worlds, such as night and day warmth and chill, maintaining the edges of matter so others could fill the space. The Virtues, subtle in their art, gave qualities to matter, atmosphere and moods so that each moment would be different from another and no time the same. The Powers added drama and motion to forms so that the universes could dance like water around them. Then the Principalities gave the substance to life. They formed the helix which they hid in the hearts of worlds into which all living creatures were born. Then finally there were the Archangels and Angels themselves. They were the most in matter for they were the Stewards of creation, most like the ones who were yet to come and they have the greatest part in this story. Their task is to herald the creatures born in matter, fused with soul. Many cities deep in space they wrought. They circled about stars distant, moons and worlds yet to be, drawing their power from the tiny exchanges of matter and light to fuel the cities of the eternal choirs of the Eli. Filled with wonders they were, music lifted above their spires of glass, banners and domes, one calling out to the other, in the dwelling places of the Eli,. Each being added to the harmony of the symphonies of creation as it unfolded and began its path through time. The one world in the vast reaches of space and many universes which the Eli played, the one which they treasured more than any other, was Eden. It was paradise, an emerald jewel of blue waters and green fertile earth, draped in clouds and light. It was the fairest and most delightful of all of the vast creations of the Eli. And the shadow waited& Water covered the greatest part of Eden in seas and oceans and veins of rivers and lakes, nourished its soils. The lands to the north and south were green and fresh, with mountain meadows and vast forests. Snows capped the southern and northern extremes with pure white tinged blue with dancing auroras hung about with long night. Heat marked the central lands in stark relief, with sandy deserts, and rocky barrenness. However in all of Eden there was one particular where the Eli made their home, for a there was a miracle unparalled and thus it was there they built their First city. Their organic structures were constructed with lines and vast glass domes drawn from of the living stone of the steep plateau that swept to a plain before dropping into steep cliffs all around. Water cascaded from the mouths of caves deep set into the limestone. Ringed by white-grey lofty spires, green pastured, mountain rose to peaks capped by pure snows and glaciers of blue. Nested into the sides of these mountains were temples to learning and arts, science and knowledge, yet they were not forced into nature s design but made use of the natural features and contours of the rock. Caverns became homes and cliffs became amphitheatres. Their designs were like light clouds carved from white stone, The Citadel and library, at the heart of the city, was formed by three natural towers of white rock that rose like slender shards, piecing the clouds with banners atop spires, It was a marvel to see for the land and the Eli s designs were forged as one and could not be separated. In the morning, when mist covered the land, then the Eli would fly into the air singing and playing in a new dawn of a fresh sun illuminating the undulating sea of mist below, held in hallows and caught between hills like a golden ocean. In all of creation no world surpassed this sight. The Eli were filled with wonder however, for in this place was a miracle not of their hands. Before the citadel, in a garden surrounded by a high wall, was a garden. Turf lawns and great trees grew about springs and streams flowing into a lake drained by a river that spilled in a fissure in the earth. Its woods and meadows were filled by fruit and flowers of every season, sprung, all at a time, no matter the season, such was the magic in the soil. Extraordinary colours and patterns, tastes and smells were held there. Everything that the eye rested on, or hand touched, was a treasure. Strange wonderful beasts, now long demised, roamed this garden and played in its glades. But there, in its centre, was a tree unlike any other, a tree of light, a tree of promise, the miracle tree of life. It had always stood there and its image was full of hope to those who gazed on its lithe boughs, raised to the sky, thrice taller than any angel. When the sun shone though the misty morn it sprung leaves in moments. These leaves were radiant with green-gold and a rainbowed sheen buds opened at the mid morn and blossomed into full scented flowers at noon, filling the air with a lightness that brought mirth and good humour to the hearts of the angels. By the eve, while the sun descended over its crown, the flowers became full fruit of honey and deep dew that quickened the Eli in their pleasure and caused dreams. As night darkened and stars appeared, spreading rich and dark from the eastern skies, it became bare as winter, the leaves evaporating, awaiting the spring of dawn once more. Its miracles did not stop there. It grew not in soil but a pool of crystal water that rose about deep roots in spiraled waves, although no wind moved on its surface, so that the Eli called it  the water of mind , such was its sentience. Three great birds made roost in its crown. Wondrous they were, with song and long plume, slender beaked, and of vibrant hue that changed colour from moment to moment while their perpetual song held this garden in enchantment. Their tune was sublime, full of melodies cascading, and harmonies compelling. All who listened to this music felt their deep heart stir knowing beauty beyond words and music in colour. Three of the Archangels tended it, one from dawn to noon, one from noon to dusk whilst one watched through the long night, he three were Raphael, the poet and scribe, herald of dawn, Michael, the warrior of the southern skies and Gabriel, the Physician, maker of night. And the shadow waited and grew darker& The Eli worked on their opus for aeons uncounted, never tiring, never ceasing, such was their joy at simply being what they could. Worlds about suns they wove spinning and the seeds of life they planted deep within them to be stirred by comets in future times like strange fruit in the night. They placed stars in the patterns of fate so that the ones yet to come could learn of what had been, what was, and what would be. They nurtured creatures of a myriad different shapes, from tiny beginnings in pools of water, to mighty beasts taller than trees. And the shadow waited and grew darker with bitterness and envy. And it moved by stealth of night into Eden s garden. And sank beneath the waters of the miracle tree, unseen. Only Michael stirred in his dreams troubled by a passing dream and then fell into a deep sleep once more. Chapter Two A Shadow Grows Meanwhile far away, further than thought, beyond the rim of galaxies and stars, came a ship of glass. Filled with soft silver light, it illuminated the emptiness of space. It flew by sails bellowed before it by unknowable winds cast up by the fires of stars. Its hull was long and slender, translucent like some glassblowers masterpiece. Its course set through time was filled with expectation. Towards Eden it flew with quickening speed, for the awaking was at hand and on board was the bride. Beneath the tree in a hollow secret in the earth, domed by the crystal clear waters that danced of their own will, was a passage way. It was deep and made of grey living stone, as if it had flowed into this shape of its own playful accord. It was beset with many shining jewels, each holding a promise yet to be spoken. Down this passage the shadow moved. Down a spiral stair it flowed until the rocks became warm and steam billowed into the air. Still the shadow continued, undeterred, and in dark malevolence, down, down, down. The Eli saw this wonderful ship and sent word, in song, faster than thought, to the holy city of Eden, to the angel Raphael of the east, for of all the Eli he had the most desire to sit with the king. Down, down, down, and then the passage way opened into a small chamber with smoothed walled and domed vaults. A soft twilight filled the chamber and a sweet scent also, as if meadow flowers grew there. At its centre, in the cradle of the earth, a carved rock stood, oval and hollow. Swaddled in white and red cloth woven by some unknown midwife was the Babe, slumbered in sleep, oblivious to all, slight breath on its lips. The Babe King thus lay soon to awaken. *** Raphael stood in the library of arts not yet knowing of the imminent arrival. It was Michael who brought him the glad news wanting to witness the delight on his young brother s face. About him were the dark wood stacks, filled with scrolls that towered above for tens of feet in this cavern created library deep beneath the citadel, here were the ten spheres of learning kept by the Angel, Metatron. Michael found Raphael, his head buried deep in a scroll of dark parchment studying some arcane teaching on microcosmic matter. In a future language, these would be called atoms, principles would make a sonnet for the angels of the Sepherim, the serpents of fire, who Raphael loved to watch dance in their fiery splendour.  Raphael? The bright blond youth looked up, his hand brushing long locks from his divine face. Naked as his sword, he was lithe and golden skinned, his wings red as dawn break in the eastern skies.  Michael! his voice was surprised and a little sarcastic as he added, Are you not meant to be on some great task for the glory of the Eli? Playfully referred their last conversation, mere hours ago, on the  importance of doing one s duty..  Indeed I was set to travel to the far side of the sun, to assist the making of the moons of the ringed planet of time, but on my way I heard a call through the stars and returned to give you its word, Michael smiled a broad grin on his handsome, mature face. Broad backed like mountains, Michael was, strong in arm and in heart. His hair was tight curled and blond-brown, while his short beard was the colour of saffron wood. About his head was h a soft light, a sun halo, while his eyes held the colour of the sky at noon. His wings were green as the earth itself and he wore an armour of bronze alike to the long spear he carried, for he was chief of the warriors of the Eli. He was older in appearance and demeanour than his brother, Raphael, whose youth was untamed and wild. Raphael stood still, for he sensed something of importance in the attitude of his friend.  What news do you bring? Raphael s voice was full of curiosity.  The ship of glass has been seen. Michael s eyes blazed as the expression of his younger friend broke in rapture and delight.  Really? Raphael dropped the scroll and hugged his friend, jumping with delight,  Really. It will be here before dawn, assured Michael.  He comes! He is coming! His voice echoed throughout the formerly quiet library.  Calm thyself, hushed Michael in amused tones,  act with the decorum of the Eli my friend. However, Raphael just yipped and flew into the air knocking scrolls from their stack singing;  The King, the King, the King is coming! The commotion caused the library s spell of silence to be broken and the many angels, white winged, diligently at work, started talking in excited voices themselves, for angels are creatures of passion as well as science. Michael laughed, shaking his head and with a motion of his mind levitated the scrolls back to their place. Then flew after his friend for he knew that in all of creation the most exciting place to be for this awaited event, would be by Raphael s side. *** As the ship of glass, long and curved elegant, passed the inner stars, the sun and moon at breathtaking speed, on hidden winds, the babe stirred in the cradle of the world, soon to wake and rise as its Lord and true king. The Eli prepared and the darkness waited& The shadow stood over the child, hands clutched in anticipation of its prize. Long in the cold of night it had waited, sheltered from the light of the Eli, the light that it hated since it had first birthed from the very soul of the Great Spirit. It looked down at the Babe sleeping before its dark presence. The tiny face moving from some unknowable dream, chest rising and falling little murmers. The shadow brushed its cheek almost hoping that such an action would wake the babe and then, slowly, the babe did open its eyes and yawned, much to the shadow s pleasure. The Babe s bright eyes were full of golden light which lit the room completely. The shadow withdrew from the light. Then with a laugh of gurgling mirth the babe opened its mouth and the Star Stone fell from it. Shadow hands flew to grasp it and even as it grasped the stone, it slipped from fingers of darkness and shattered into seven shards each long and sharp as glass. As the Star Stone struck, it broke the earth, The earth caught to flame, The waters held within boiled, And caused a rushing wind The shadow moved, fleet footed, through the primal elements that filled the chamber, cast by the stone. Shadow hands collected the pieces gleefully, holding six tight, although the seventh it missed. Then, in madness, a thought came to it, and with dark hands, it prized open the tiny child s mouth by force and stuck its thumb within it. The child had wit, and sharp teeth, and bit down hard on the shadow s thumb severing and swallowing it. The shadow screamed and the sound welled upwards to the garden troubling the three birds of song that flitted in the tree but none noticed, for all were busy in preparation. So in his malice the shadow slapped the child hard about the face and cursed it to the depth of its being, to death eternal. But innocence protected the child and all the shadow could do was send the babe to into deep sleep once more. Then with all the skill he could muster, the shadow wove the shards into a crown which shone with light of such awesome brilliance that it could not look directly into it. Then in one final act of hate it sealed the cave with all the dark arts of power and stones unmovable so none could open it save him. Gloating in its own cleverness and wallowing in the new powers that flowed and fluxed within it s being, and bathed it in terrible light, it climbed towards Eden moving with the flame and wind of the Star Stones alchemy. *** Above in the garden, at full noon, standing about the tree and filling the air, the assembled masses of the Eli were in preparation. The ship would soon arrive and Raphael was orchestrating the host of angels on wing and foot about the garden and an impressive display it was. Banners and flags were hung and flown on every ledge of the city, lanterns and garlands of every colour and flower were draped in temples and homes. Even the mountains that surrounded the city had fires brightly lit atop their slopes so that their light filled the city, reflecting off the glass domes. All of Eden was in excited anticipation. Far above, the ship of glass approached, guided by an unknown beacon. Its speed slowed and it hung above the emerald world listing as in some cosmic swell. Angels played about it in delight swooping with sheer joy for they knew it brought good tidings and perhaps more. From its side a door appeared and a smaller appeared. This craft had no sail it but was otherwise alike in design to its mother. It skimmed the atmosphere and flame danced on its hull as it broke into the air. It roared as a flame through clouds, descending closer to its destination, and as it drew closer it slowed, great wings unfolding, smooth as glass, and all this while the angels about its prow and leapt in its wake. The ship then shone with a hundred lights and hovered over the garden. All the assembled Eli roared and cheered as it descended. The ship alighted gently in a clearing upon the turf of the garden, near to the tree, and the garden was glorious to behold, dappled with a prism light of all colours from lanterns and the great ship. All the angels filled the skies with wings beats, torchlight and cheers. An opening then appeared on the ships hull and a gantry delicate as a stem slipped to the earth, from mist and lights within they came. Seven female figures emerged, wingless. They walked downwards to the grass each cloaked in soft grey, their faces hidden, pausing before they strode towards the Tree at the heart of Eden. They circled the round pool and they spoke in the ancient tongue, arms raised,  Holy, Holy, Holy, our Lord God is Holy, Wonder has come to us this day, Wonder and joy, marked by fire and flame, As the Great Spirit foretold before drawing back beyond the three, The king of all has awoken, The king has come, Long live the king, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God is Holy The Eli joined the chant and lifted their voice as one and melody wove in harmony and as they sang flame sprang from the pool. It rose upwards and spiraled towards the sky, driven by a wind that swept upwards from beneath the trees roots, a fire that did not consume. The Birds of song flew unharmed in the flames that danced on the waters and their song was the only sound for all who witnessed this sight were dumbstruck in awe and rapture. Then thee waters about the pool broke, and they saw a brilliant light that blinded even the flaming of the tree. It was the Crown, sharded like glass, filled with awesome power, and all trembled as a figure bathed in brilliant light rose tall as the tree arms raised in welcome as the figure stepped from the pool. Such is the powers of the star shards that even angels could not look upon it, and within the light the shadow hid and none could see his true form. It strode from the pool a full head taller than the angels, and walked with purpose towards the citadel. Then as one body, lead by the grey figures, the angels on wing and foot followed as they raised the chant.  Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God is Holy! over and over and over again. When the garden had cleared, the final voyager came from the ship, its navigator. He was old, cloaked, and tattered, hooded and grey. He stepped onto Eden and knew he could do nothing to save it. He watched in his mind, the flames of the tree die and fade so no trace but memory remained. Only the birds saw and called a welcome as the silver dawn began to break in the east. Only the birds saw him open a great book, moving his hand across its pages, looking heaven ward. Only the birds saw him close it and seal it. Only the birds saw him turn, not to the citadel but downwards, hurrying on some errand, and they remained silent. Chapter Three The Crown on the Throne Above the garden was the citadel formed out of living stone. It was tall and elegant and held many arch ways and courtyards full of gardens and fountains in clefts that spilled joyfully about it. Its cloud piercing spires held many rooms full of the delights of the Eli. To walk in this place was sheer pleasure for at each turn and winding stair was a e wondrous vista of immense, rolling hills, mountains or cityscape. There were rainbows thrown up by cascades of water spilling over edges or windows of glass stained to emit light of many shades and domes of clear glass. Each room was hung with tapestries of the kingdoms of the Eli, each room was dedicated in purpose to some task such as mapping stars or nurturing plants. Labourers and artisans worked together for they were one and the same to the angels. However it was the throne room that held the most majesty. This room of such size that a thousand angels could stand between its great pillars, held a platform with three steps, carved from some crystal glass. On this was set the eternal throne of the King. On the high vaulted ceiling was every star in the firmament but not set and unmovable but dynamic and alive for it was a window to all worlds. Fountains flowed in the king s courtyard through an archway to the south with waters sweet and alive and all who drank from them saw visions of greater works that they might achieve through their art and skill. Four windows set in each quarter let in light from the day and starry dusk at night. They were always open for the Eli flew through them sometimes three wing tip to tip with messages and words from all the corners of creation. The figure in light strode, head tall, up the three steps and turned to the hall, paused for dramatic effect and sat on the throne. The hall was full of joyful cries and cheers for the day had arrived, long awaited, for which the Eli had prepared. The figure raised its arms and the hall became silent though the excitement was palpable. Then the figure in light spoke words that caused the stones of the earth to tremble.  I, Lord Ja, have arisen from beneath the tree where I have slumbered for an age. Has the way been prepared for me? Raphael leapt forward and knelt before the throne. He shone with joy, full of energy and excitement; the day he longed for had arrived.  My Lord, he sang in joy,  We have prepared much for thy coming, would it please you to see and hear of our work and labours? Ja motioned with his hand and said;  It would amuse me. Let me see your toils and all that you have done for my glory! With that Raphael leapt to the air and sang of the wonders of creation from the dawn when matter was found in one tight ball that heated and threw out all that would be in light and flame cold, and because of the magic worked into the very stones of the hall, his voice was joined by the celestial choirs in unison. They sang a song of all they had accomplished each taking their own part as their purpose was revealed. The vaulted ceiling shifted and seemed to grow without getting larger. Each star marked in its dome became alive with fires Worlds spun round them revealing, each in detail, the glory of its creation. Angels flew into the throne room carrying flowers and petals which scented the air as they scattered them in every direction, fruit sweet and full were brought and laid before the throne. Gifts of jewels and stones of metal, raw in form but glorious in detail and design, were placed before Ja s feet, until the room heaved in beauty and sensation. Even the Great Birds of Song left their roost and carried a single fruit of the tree round and golden. This was dropped onto the lap of Ja as they perched on the back of the throne, the room fell silent as they opened their slender beaks and sang a song unlike any other they had ever sang. It was slow and almost sorrowful. As they sang their plumes took on a dark sheen with reds of blood within it. The Angels looked puzzled at this lament which continued for only a short moment before they flew once more to their home in the crown of the miracle tree. Short though it was it was long remembered, and silence filled the hall. Ja knew then his coming was not hidden to all. Somehow these birds suspected his true nature, but he would deal with them in due course and so he made light of the matter laughing with all the humour he could fake.  These Birds must be weary of the celebrations as I too have become tired. So now bring me the maidens from afar and let me talk with them. The angels parted and the sisters came forward bowing before the throne.  My Lord, they said as one in a voice, clear as diamonds, and brilliant in resonance.  From where and for what purpose have you come? spoke Ja smoothly.  We are the sisterhood from beyond the winds and we have been sent to be thy handmaidens and consorts. Ja was pleased by this answer and bid them continue.  From across the black of nothingness we flew, until we emerged on the rim of galaxies, navigated by Uriel of the starry wisdom, to your garden of Eden.  This Uriel, Ja questioned  where is he now?  The journey was long and took much of his essence to achieve. He rests now and it will be a time before his strength returns. The one voice of the sisterhood rang out as a clear bell. Ja stroked his chin and pondered,  Who amongst you is the greatest? The sisters looked between themselves from beneath their hoods and then one stepped forward and drew back her hood. All in the room saw her beauty resplendent and bowed their heads in respect and admiration.  Tis I, Sophia". Her clear voice was a joy to hear, yet humble,  Your betrothed. She was fair beyond compare and beautiful like no other. Her hair tumbled like dark water over a cliff and her skin was pale as snow on the peaks of mountains pure. Her lips like blood and her eyes, deep as well waters, full of gentleness, were held downward. However, there was a sense of power behind her humility that could not be masked. Ja looked at her and knew fear and desire, for he sensed that she could be his undoing, but also his making if he had wit and cunning.  I have need of your company this night fair bride. Ja s voice was soft  If you would consent, go to the upper chamber, in the tallest of the towers of the citadel and make ready for an audience with me. This night we will see if the Great Spirit was wise in his unfolding and made in you a wife bride to tend me. Ja s words were artful but his mind was full of deceit.  If we may but ask of you some things my Lord? For we are curious about some of the events as we have seen. Sophia said.  There will be time enough this night. Go now and prepare for I am weary and have need of rest. Ja raised his hand for silence and spoke,  Go now it is my will.  As you wish Lord Ja. spoke the sisters as one. Then with a look to each other they withdrew to their ship to prepare, the angels closing the space they left.  Now my subjects I grow weary and tire of these spectacles. Your work is satisfactory but much is there yet to do. Go now and sleep, so that on the morrow you may prepare for my wedding to Sophia. Ja then started to rise. Raphael quick as thought once more flew to the foot of the throne.  My Lord are you pleased with our work? He implored. Ja snapped  Who art thou angel to question what pleases me, addressing me without my consent? Speak now!  My King his words were timid and unsure.  It is I, Raphael of the eastern skies, your poet and scribe. I meant nothing by my words except--  I need not heed excuses! .Ja broke in, his voice full of chastisement and the crown flamed about his head.  Do not address the throne unless given my permission, scribe! Know your place and be content within it, now do my biding and leave my presence! Raphael was shocked by this decree and could only murmur;  Yes. Then the assembled angels flew from the room somewhat puzzled by the exchange, leaving Ja on the stolen throne of Eden. Ja stood and gazed at the wondrous vaults above him.  Mine, he whispered to himself and then left the chamber carrying only the golden fruit of the tree. Chapter Four Trouble in Paradise Raphael sat on a cliff high over the city watching the stars bright and new, shining over the eternal city. His wings drooped on his youthful shoulders and even his light halo which shone soft and carefree like sun through spring clouds had dimmed somewhat. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, however, and his emotions were yet unchecked. Such is the temperaments of poets, for their feelings are their source. He picked a smooth stone and played with it in his long fingered hands tossing it from one to the other. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he threw it badly over the cliff edge. With a clap, great wings like thunder on distant hills, Michael rose on the air before Raphael who jumped startled by his friend's sudden appearance.  Was there any need for that? Michael spoke somewhat brashly while he rubbed his head where a small bruise was fading with blood running back to the wound. His wings emerald, green plumed, beat to keep him aloft.  Sorry, said Raphael  didn t know you were there. What are you doing here anyway? Few know that angels can huff even better than mortals.  Looking for you, but I see you are in no mood for company. Michael folded his great arms and tilted his head, his lips turned in humour, the wound now healed,  Perhaps I should return when you re not trying to slay innocent angels on their wing?  I said sorry, didn t I? Raphael looked at his friend and sighed.  Do you want a seat? Raphael moved to the side to allow his friend to alight from the air. Folding his enormous wings he sat down crossed legged.  I would ask what troubles you, but I can guess. You should not let it bother you. Michael looked sympathetically towards Raphael whose eyes were fixed on the distant lights of the citadel domes that rose skyward, its heights lost in the clouds.  I just thought that, well, that& . the poet had no words.  You just thought that it would be different? offered Michael.  Yeah, sighed the distraught angel.  Well, that is the trouble with expectations, they seldom live up to that which occurs. Raphael turned to his friend as he spoke this and the poet s eyes, deep brown as wood, looked acceptingly at the truth offered.  I know, continued Michael,  that you above all the others looked forward to the King s coming. Remember, I was at your side when the Great Spirit created you, moments after me. I heard what was spoken to you and the promise that you would be loved by the King and would tend to him as no one else.  Then why did he chastise me! Raphael blurted out.  I was only asking a question! The pout on this mighty angel s mouth was extraordinary, so much so that Michael laughed slightly till Raphael shot him a dirty look.  Sorry, it s just that sometimes you re more like a child than a being from before the days. There was enough humour blended with sympathy in his voice to soften Raphael and it brought a smile to his lips. With a sigh, he turned his body to Michael. The moon hid between clouds rolled, near full, from its shelter lighting the pair in silver.  You're right, I suppose, Raphael conceded,  I should be more... well, dignified. His body straightened a little.  You re a great poet, and you have enough charm so that even the Sepherim have grown warm to you. Michael s words were flattering and this cheered Raphael somewhat  That means a lot from you. Raphael learned into Michaels shoulder and nudged it playfully. Michael laughed a deep chuckle.  You are prone to flattery though.  So? Perhaps I like to be appreciated, the poet replied in mock indignation.  And you know I do appreciate you. The song of valour you wrote for me is remarkable. Michael s voice was sincere and his gaze steady  I know you do. You, above all others, take my moods with the humour they deserve. Raphael smiled.  Thank you. Raphael looked thoughtful  Do you think Lord Ja will, though; he seems to be hard towards my talent.  He has just risen so perhaps he is still unused to our ways? Michael offered.  Perhaps&  The youthful look on Raphael s face brightened.  He does seem& grumpy.  Raphael! Michael nudged his friend s shoulder.  You should not speak of the King like such.  Well he does! Raphael sounded more like his playful self.  He does not seem to be good at awakenings.  Nor are you, Michael jibed,  to wake you in the morn, herald of dawn, is sometimes impossible, so Gabriel says.  Perhaps I just don t like being wakened by her! The youth s face looked away.  So you fake sleep to avoid her? Michael questioned.  Sometimes, she s scary Raphael grimaced  Well so is Lord Ja, yet you seek his company. Michael s words were clever enough to make his friend pause.  True.  You speak well, for a warrior. Raphael s face looked concerned again.  I just seek his favour.  And you will find a way no doubt, Michael said stroking his chin.  Perhaps he will soften and grow to like me more, given time. Raphael then sat up his face suddenly excited with delight at some idea.  I know! I ll devise some grand entertainment for him. Yes! That s it! An opus to his greatness and glory like no other verse heard in all of creation and then he ll see my worth. Yeah, the song of his wedding tomorrow will be remembered as my greatest work.  That is a good plan, but don t rush in and make a fool of yourself! said Michael in  I know what you're like, and you need some patience at times.  Tut, sounded the young angel,  I will. Besides, how could his heart not soften when he hears my melodies to his greatness and nobility, or of his bride the lady Sophia. Will he not call for me to sit by his side ever after! And with that, the angel rose to his feet and unfolded his wings.  Remember what I said of expectations, Michael warned.  I heard you but this song shall be perfection itsself Raphael voice was quickened in excitement.  Well I had best come too, and make sure you don t land in some perfect trouble. Michael laughed.  Like what? Raphael spoke innocently.  Oh, like dropping rocks on the head of Lord Ja? said Michael, pushing his friend over the edge of the high cliff. Raphael swooped and gained height on the winds and high above the angel of the southern skies shouted;  You ll have to keep up old bird!  Old bird? When I reach you, this old bird shall deliver a strike so hard it will make your pin feathers drop out! Michael shouted in mock anger as he dived from the rock cleft, gaining speed by his fall then smoothly raising in a spiral about his friend who play fought him in the air laughing. The pair of angels, light on the wing, flew downwards over the city circling each other laughing as they went. Chapter Five Dark Fates Ja entered the tallest tower of the citadel. He set a guard of fourteen angels, about the entrance and climbed the winding stair alone, plotted as he went. In its topmost room, with white marbled vaulted ceiling and square black checked floor, the sisters felt him draw close. Each in plain white, cloaked and hooded, so none saw their faces they each held a soft flame at their breast that burning with no wick. Sophia was resplendent in beauty Her under dress was cream covered in transparent pale blue silk that moved with her gentlest breath. Tiny stones covered the blue silk in graceful lines curved to her form and shape. They shone iridescent and radiant without any need of light. Her hair was tied up in two buns with tiny white blossoms plucked from a thorny tree in the garden below.  Sister? spoke one.  Yes sister? Spoke Sophia hesitantly.  Do you really trust this Lord? He seems to have little kindness in his heart.  Indeed, spoke another,  His treatment of the scribe was harsh.  My protective sisters, does he not wear the star shard crown? This power alone gives him the right. Maybe he was tired from a long day. Sophia had an uncertainty in her voice.  The power indeed is mighty, spoke a third,  it is the very soul of creation he wields and much can be done and undone with it. All we say is that his gentleness and heart is in doubt!  Tis true, said a fourth,  However much mystery is there and we know not the mind of the Great Spirit.  Then what should I do, flee into night and leave my future destined alone? Sophia moved to the window and there a dove, grey and white, settled upon her hand cooing meekly. So the fifth sister spoke;  Our duty is to those that are yet to come. We must question him and find his true mind before the union!  Very well, sighed Sophie her eyes drawn out of the great window in the north of the chamber,  I know my duties and will not yield before we know his heart, I only wish for happiness to fill this day. So the sixth sister spoke;  You have our support and support no matter what. Though I wish Uriel was here, his humour would be valued. Sophie raised her hand and the dove flew into the eves of the room cooing softly  My sisters all we know is that we must be here, Uriel will no doubt have a part to play and so do we. Trust and believe in the Spirit for all things are found at that source. Prepare thyself sisters for our king approaches. The door opened and Ja entered, the light from the crown blinded all within but the shadow of their hoods protected them.  I see you are ready and willing for our union. Ja strode forward and touched her chin with his light enshrined hand.  Kneel before thy king! he commanded. Sophie, eyes down turned for fear of injury, spoke softly; My Lord, I would be willing if you would remove thy crown so I might gaze on your face, so that I could grow to love it? Ja snorted lightly,  Do you not admire my power and majesty? His hand reached towards her.  Do you not lust for my touch? Ja spoke with an arrogance that caused the sisters, stood about the circled room, concern. Sophie gathered herself and felt the minds of her sisters grow strong about her,  Power I do not admire, but kindness and compassion, they are the keys to my heart. Ja s voice was raised.  Kneel, I said and kneel you will and love me from there, kindness is weakness and compassion is for fools. Such qualities are not those of a Lord and King! Ja s voice held an arrogance in it for the power of the star shards was corrupting him further and lent a twisted power to his dark soul. The angered sisters stepped forward drawing the circle closer and spoke as one.  Such qualities are indeed the marks of greatness and your wisdom seems shallow! Ja turned to them, his hands on his hidden hips, taller by a head to the sisters.  You would do well to remember your place and respect mine, which is above you and her! Ja pointed to Sophia who stood before the window, set between two pillars, one white one black. The sisters rebuffed his words.  She is to be your Queen and equal by your side. Do not command her in such a fashion for her will is still her own and thus she may decline! Their heads rose to face Ja. Ja reached forward and took Sophia s arm and flinging her to the ground.  Dare not speak to me I have about me all the power and might I need. Her will is mine, as is all of creation! The crown blazed with lust.  Bow! Ja s voice shook the room and the sisterhood perceived his true mind. They stepped forward again and spoke in one voice.  Pretender you are. What right have you to wear that crown? Shadow is your mind and dark is your heart, You shall not have her as bride! Ja turned to the sisters, and sneering laughter filling the room  Dare you seek to overthrow me while I wear this crown? All will bow to my will! For what I endured, it is mine by right of might! I was never made to be in light and now I am the light of all worlds!  Your Great Spirit, whom I served for ages uncounted, in void and timelessness, before his love turned from me, These angels with their wings and gifts of beauty, are mine now to command for all eternity and I will shape creation in my image! The sisters then knew what evil Ja truly was and as one stepped forward and drew back their hoods their eyes ablaze with power unyielding Each candle flame they carried broke in two and became a twin sword of fire. Winds sprang up about them, lifting them into the air.  We are not as weak as you think demon-god, Demi-urge! Your arrogance is your undoing! Like fluid they attacked the figure of Ja shrouded in light. As each swung their blade it struck the light about Ja which flared and deflected each blow, casting them backwards smashing them against the stone walls, but again they stood attacked and again Ja rebuffed them laughing in his deluded power, growing in size and shape, arms raised.  You are like the Babe I took this kingdom from, hapless, unable to even protect himself. Yield and give your will to me! The six sisters stood once more but Sophia could see their power was dimmed. They drew themselves to their full height and spoke levelly, their eyes fixed on their foe.  As long as we can stand we can fight! On what would have been the third strike, Ja s arms raised uttered an enchantment of undoing and thus the six sisters froze in a circle around him and became dark stone transfixed in battle. Calm rage upon their faces their skirts bellowed though now fixed in granite, the swords died withered to embers. Sophie crawled backwards towards the window, fear on her face, and tears on her cheeks.  My sisters, my sisters! You demon from the void, I know you now Ja! I will never be with you! My sisters&  She stood, her face in shock.  Yield and be my bride and you will have power, all the powers your heart desires. This creation will be your footstool and you will have riches beyond all compare Ja moved closer, his voice, though dark, had yearning within it.  Yield and give yourself fully to me. Forever be one with me. Ja stretched his hand towards her and she looked in disbelief.  You think I would be with you after this dark deceit! My sisters you robbed from me and& and& No! Your heart is poison and your words full of lies and lust, never! Her voice was a whisper. Then she moved swift as an arrow and leapt from the open window, but Ja moved swifter and before she had fallen ten feet he simply held her in the air with his mind, fist clenched before him.  Do not act in haste, he spoke, a dark sweetness in his voice.  Your demise would benefit none but the flowers on your grave. He motioned his hand and Sophie came to him floating before him over to the wedding bed.  I will have your love and your heart will be mine. She floated after him bound by invisible ropes head thrown back. He leant to kiss her but her lips did not soften, tight shut to the advance.  Love me and I will spare you, for you are fair and I long for you and your comforts!  Never! she simply said in whisper through clenched teeth.  Love me as your king then. He pulled back her head by her hair unravelling the flowers scatted to the floor.  Love can only be given never taken. Through tears she spoke the first in all creation, and with that she closed her eyes. So Ja released her head, hair tumbling to her waist, and he summoned all his power and skill. A wind rose about them.  Then your heart, I shall bend to my own will, and he tried to enter her heart twisting his mind through hers, he saw warmth before him and felt grace within her and reached out with his will and found a void greater than even his power could bridge but he fell into the mind s abyss, for it is beyond the power of even the Great Spirit itself to make another fall in love, against their true will.  Yield and be mine! Ja growled in bitterness, helpless against the wall about her inner being. Sophie simply breathed her breath. She relaxed, even before such a monster, for she knew he could never attain what he desired and thus he was already conquered.  Then suffering is yours, eternal! He slapped her hard, causing her eyes to dim. Ja then summoned a shade from the dark nights of moons and placed it within her. Sophia s soul was loosened from her body, trapped within the tower, bound never to leave, incorporeal and voiceless, made to watch her wedding night surrounded by the stone sisters whom she loved. If tears she could of wept she would of but instead her will grew strong and focused on her dark foe. Ja had his wedding night indeed, and though he could command her every action and nuance in his thoughts, the shade within the body of Sophia did not give him the comfort and release he yearned for. In the corners of the room he felt the spirit of his bride watching and this gave him some dark pleasure. Thus, even then, Ja was defeated, for the first battle is always in the heart, but the war was far from won. Chapter Six The Awakening of Lucifer Below the tree, deep in slumber, dreaming in the cradle of the world, was the Babe. Cold as the stones that surrounded it, the vital breath did not flow between its tiny lips. Dark as tombs it was, and there it may have stayed for all time but chance played a subtle hand. A spider, blacker than the vault, lowered itself on a silken thread. Imagine the world through its multi-faceted eyes and you will realise the scale of this tiny creature action. It traveled a distance, like that between suns to reach its goal, spinning, spinning, spinning its way and finally dropped onto the Child s and then simply tickled it with its tiny feet. The foot trembled and the babe s eyes shot open and poured forth light that filled the chamber, driving away darkness with its gentle radiance. Its tiny lungs swelled and took in the air and when warmth entered again into its body a laugh was heard and it floated on some secret way to the garden above and the three birds of song woke in the night and sang with longing and new hope looking to the east as new star appeared in the sky. Bright was this star and so full of colour so that it would have lit the dark moonless nights guiding travelers to far lands and home again In seven breaths the child grew seven years. It grew twice that in years and became a boy with long white hair, like lambs wool, down his back. He had eyes, golden, yet somehow blue and a smile that could content even the coldest heart. The boy smiled and lifted the spider in his hand watching it climb. The spider moved up his arm till it sat on his shoulder close to his blond shoulder hair. The boy s head leaned towards it, his ear seeming to pick up on some unspoken word and then he jumped down from the rock table and descended into the crack in the earth made by the star stones strike, leaving the chamber. Yes, hope still breathed and a chance survived, and sometimes that is all we can hope for. Chapter Seven The Guest High to the north of the city, atop a peak surrounded by a glacier, stood the temple to the four winds. It was set into the grey white stone which jutted out of the snows and formed a natural overhang shaped by an artful arrangement of eight tall and thin pillars into an entrance. It led into the rock face. Within a central chamber, in the typical curved ellipse archways, sat Gabriel on a low stool her wings folded, blue like the deep ocean after storms. She was looking into a cup of light wood with three white stones set about its rim. Gabriel was an Angel unlike any other. Her white dress flowed long and silver and silver hair tumbled about her eyes. Her eyes were completely black, so much so that to look into them, for any length, was to forget yourself until your gaze was released. She was seldom seen outside of the temple of the winds and many angels were secretly glad of this, so unsettling was her gaze. Physician, the Eli called her and skilled in all healing she was and the sweet scent of lily s that lingered long after her going. Bu many whispered that her true gifts were somehow darker, although others insisted that this was said merely because of he appearance. Few had need of her as the angels did not wound easily or suffer from disease in the golden age before the war and so she was left to her devices high above the Eternal City. Michael entered the chamber from a side passage that led deeper into the mountain, his halo bright in the low silvered light which descended from above.  Are you ready? he inquired to Gabriel, his voice almost curt.  Almost, the soft reply came.  There is just something I must do first. Gabriel looked up at Michael.  It is nearly time and Ja has commanded that all must be witness to his wedding. Michael turned to the entrance.  Come.  As I said, I need to do something and I need your ear and words. Gabriel stood, her robe wafting about her like clouds as it always did, although no wind passed. She was not usually given to such obstinacy, thought Michael so he turned.  What do you wish? There is not much time. His voice was now strained  Tell me what concerns you, my friend, for you are at unease. She smiled kindly though Michael did not respond in like, turning again.  We do not have time for these games Gabriel. Thank you for your concern but Raphael awaits us.  Well, said Gabriel smoothly,  If you will not share your mind with me, then I feel I can not reveal my secrets. At the door Michael stopped and turned once more, his face in a grimace.  No games, I am not in the humour! Gabriel smiled innocently.  Very well great warrior, I shall tell you mine first. Then, if you feel able&   I'll tell you mine? He was not enjoying this.  We have a guest from afar. She pointed to the far side of the room and the light lifted. There on a wooden bed, carved like a wing, hidden in the dim light, a figure rested, hands clasped on his chest.  He came on the ship of glass. Michael s expression changed to one of curiosity.  Is this the navigator? He walked across the bare flagstones to the bed side.  Who is he? In the silver light, Michael saw the face of an old man, with a wispy grey white beard and bushy browed bald, deep trouble lines ingrained on his face. He slept with the eyes wrinkled through the ravages of time occasionally wincing at some distant dream. A deep scar ran down his face, old and red, like a deep talon of some bird that had rended him in the past. His cloak and garb were a tattered and worn steel grey. Only at close inspection could you see the embroidery; once fine, in silver thread of stars small and eight pointed.  He has not spoken. He simply fell through the doorway and collapsed on the floor. All he carried was a book, fastened shut, with a name upon it in gold letters. It is here with him. Gabriel s hand went t the cloak and moved it to reveal a book, black bound with gold letters that said only  Uriel on the cover that was fastened by a brass. Michael lifted it.  It is unlike any scroll I have seen? His hand moved across it and he tried to will it open but it would not.  I have tried to cast my sight inside it but to no purpose, it remains closed. However there is a more curious enigma. Gabriel motioned to the scar with a long finger.  This wound is old much older than it could be.  The enigma here is your words! said Michael with a look.  I mean it seems to be older than all worlds, centuries in fact. Gabriel shook her head and silver bells woven into her strands jingled lightly.  To my knowledge this wound is ancient beyond time.  Why do you say he came on the ship? inquired Michael.  Did you witness him leaving it? Gabriel smiled assuredly.  No, but where else could he of come from? He has no wings! she put simply. Michael looked shocked and then pulled the cloak about his shoulders and saw it was indeed true.  No thing can approach Eden or the city without my sensing it!  And he arrived at our chamber mere hours after the arrival, so therefore&  Gabriel s head tilted in an elegant nod.  I see your point. Then why did he not go to the citadel where he would be acknowledged and given rooms? And why his apparent illness? Michael s voice raised only to have Gabriel place a hand softly upon his.  Quiet great warrior, you may wake him and much sleep he needs. She drew him back towards the chamber s centre.  These questions I can not answer for they are not in my knowledge though there is one who may know.  Yes the Metatron. I should consult the spheres themselves, why did you not? Michael questioned, but he already knew the reply. Gabriel sighed and withdrew her hand.  My company is not welcomed, and besides I am needed more here with my charge. You though, would have meet more counsel in the library. So Michael, now pray tell me, what troubles you so? Is not my mystery great enough to merit your thoughts? With a deep breath Michael hesitated.  Come now, what could cause fear and hesitation in the first warrior of Heaven? she was good at cajoling information.  It is mostly Raphael. His voice was still reluctant.  What is that boy done now? laughed the angel and then waited for a heart beat  It is not him, but rather, Lord Ja, he finally said.  Oh? Gabriel sat once more on her stool, the cup by her feet.  I was there as the spirit spoke the words of chastisement to Raphael yet he, above all, should have been welcomed with open arms by the king, yet he spoke with, well&  Michael was uneasy speaking of the king in this way.  & with bitterness.  Are you concerned for your friend or the King? Gabriel asked lightly though the question held the weight of worlds in it. Michael looked at her, drew a short breath and then whispered;  Both.  Now your speech is enigmatic. Gabriel s wit was well timed and Michael smiled.  I know Raphael and I fear his impetuousness may lead him into trouble with Lord Ja, but also, his voice lowered and he looked about him,  it troubles me, for in my heart I fear him and my warrior nature rises in his presence as if he conceals some threat. Gabriel s eyes widened.  You know what you say?  I do, which is why I have kept it to myself until forced to speak! Michael looked at the angel with a furrowed brow,  Keep this to your self as a word in the wrong place would assure my fate. I know my instinct, but I may be wrong  I will, and also no word of our guest. Gabriel nodded. Michael nodded in return.  We will go to the wedding and watch all that takes place, and then we shall find the source of the mystery and expose its source! If indeed there is a mystery at all.  I hope you are correct, Gabriel lifted her cup with her mind and it floated before her,  but I see smoke and feel a fire close by.  Come, we must both attend, we need ears and eyes aplenty. What of our guest? What if any other arrives here, particularly Raphael -- he will ask too many questions. Michael knew all too well his dear friend could not contain a mystery  I will hide him. Go, you will be missed more than I. And with an after thought she said;  Save me a place.  I will indeed, for to have such an escort would be a privilege. Michael bowed and smiled for he knew few of the angels could be in her presence for long and it was a shame for her company was delightful.  Thank you kind sir, she beamed as Michael flew out the door towards the city. Then Gabriel rose into the air herself and summoned her splendor which lit the room in a light of the warm blue shallow seas and the guest floated into the air held gentle by her mind. She drew close to him and with her hand laid on his shoulder they disappeared down a passage way deep into the temple and deeper into the mountain where few ever dared go, for it was Gabriel s own chamber. Chapter Eight The Wedding In the courtyard of the King the Eli assembled. The courtyard could have held a hundred angels shoulder to shoulder across and its edges were filled with white lily flowers and fruit vines that tumbled over two waterfalls set each of the doors that separated from a single source above it. Carved into the rock were the only images in all of creation, the three birds of song in flight set above the door. All about the citadel angels in flight carried flags and banners in displays of nimble acrobatics and tumbled turns of daring. The atmosphere was electric. Gabriel flew high above the scene and waited for a cloud to pass beneath. She never felt at ease among so many as she felt them all in he soul s eye. Each mind as it turned in thought, each passion as it burned, each being that looked upon her was at once part of her and she felt their excitement of the day but also uneasiness towards her and this caused her grief. As the cloud, white wisped, passed the sunlight caught a bronze image unmistakable in the bright light of noon and she smiled floating earthward on a calm wing. Below Michael looked skyward and saw the dark silhouette of Gabriel against the sun, still far above, her gown billowed with her wing beats and he raised his spear in greeting. Raphael who stood beside him looked up and said in a worried tone  Is she coming down?  Yes, Michael looked at his colleague askance  and you would do well to be civil!  She s scary. Raphael pulled back his lips in a grimace  Don t be like that, she actually think an awful lot of you. Michael implored  Awful is right Raphael jibed then with a look Michael silenced the pun  It s just that& .well Raphael stuttered  Her gaze is unsettling, and she often says things that make you feel deeply. She is unsettling for she has depths that many fear would swallow them up. She is like the water s depth. Michael s tone had admiration within it.  You re riddling. Raphael dismissed him, turning towards the crowd  You need to look more with you heart than your eyes, and for a poet your grasp of metaphor is weak. Raphael pouted at Michael s words and he smirked and continued,  She is great and mysterious like an ocean, but like an ocean you need only to relax and then she will float you in peace.  Well it s not just me Raphael tried to excuse Michael just shook his head.  It is strange, my friend, that we are beings of such brilliance but yet this only makes are follies more grand. Why we are made thus is beyond my reckoning. Raphael had turned from him and looked more intently into the crowd, pretending not to listen. Michael too turned and looked upwards. Gabriel descended over the assembly and saw Michael smiling up at her and Raphael with a looking huffy. She guessed it may have something to do with her and smiled an accepting look at Michael who moved a few angels with his arm to make room for her. She alighted gently beside him, folding her deep coloured wings moments before her landing so not to knock the huddle around her.  It s good to see you! Michael stated a little too enthusiastically.  Thank-you for saving me a place, Gabriel was aware that the crowd about her gave her slightly more space than the she really needed,  It s good to see you too Raphael. I hope to hear some of your poetry today. I expect you have worked hard to produce a prose unrivalled to mark such an occasion. She spoke kindly and her smile faded slightly when she saw it wasn t well received. Raphael looked awkward avoiding her eye,  Thanks, err yes I wrote a piece. In fact I best join the choir to insure my position, err& hope you enjoy it, good day. Michael scowled at Raphael as he took to the air and near knocked two angels over in his haste.  Sorry about that, he is young in spirit. Michael excused.  Don t be concerned my friend my function is difficult and so is my company at times though I mean nothing by it. I do not hold it against him, I just hope that maybe one day he'll understand and may sing to me some sonnet he wrote. Gabriel smiled acceptingly.  Now have I missed much?  Not at all. In fact it s running later than expected. It is a little past noon and there is still no sight of the King! Michael looked about over the heads of the others.  They must still be preparing?  You speak too soon. Look they come. Gabriel pointed towards the central spire of the citadel and there were four angels carrying a litter between them, dressed in white and spread with lily flowers. Soft silks wafted about it, as they slowly glided, spiralling about the spire three times, until the path drew level, and swooping once above the garden and city, their path brought them to the courtyard. A fanfare sprang up, announcing the arrival of the bride. The angels in the courtyard made room for the party to enter the door way, taking to the air as the trumpets sounded, showering petals scenting the air with their blooms. Hovering for effect, the four angels with cream and white wings , glided into the doorway. They followed, chanting sweet sounds and light melodies. The throne room was amazing. The vaults were ablaze with nebulas and spiraled arms of distant galaxies birthed in honour of the event. Garlands filled the room and all the greatest of the Eli were there. Even the unseen choirs were felt in the images of stars. Faces of unimaginable vastness could be half seen. The Speririum in particular were easiest to spot, taking the form of comets fire and ice blazed across the dome of the room. While others of the hosts merged in dust trails and clouds barely able to comprehend the minutia of the events such is the vastness of their minds. The four angels carrying the litter hovered before the throne and then gently floated, with wings outstretched, to the chequered floor beneath setting the load onto the ground. The litter was draped in flowers and white satin sheets that fell over a golden backless chair, upon which Sophia sat shrouded in white veiled and gloved. She rose and walked towards the empty throne, standing poised on the lowest step waiting& & waiting, waiting for just a moment too long. The trumpets sounded again and their tone changed and from the rear door light blazed in. Red and silver blue was the terrible light of Ja as he strode into the room. His form grew so that he was seen a full two heads above the assembled Eli who averted their gaze from his power. Fourteen angels followed him each holding a sword of flame, seven on each flank, they were dressed in black armour striking against their white wings. A silver crown was emblazened on their chests. Their faces were beautiful, though set, like stone carvings. A cheer rang out amongst the Eli as Ja sat upon the throne and from above in the mysterious ceiling, a face formed in the nebula. All their knew it as the Metatron the angel of the voice, so powerful this Eli was, that its form could not be contained in space but formed the substance of space itself. When it spoke worlds were formed and destroyed in its wake.  Lord Ja, all the Eli heard it reverberate inside their beings. Ja responded  I am Lord Ja! King of all the Eli,  Would you take Sophia as your Queen to sit by your side and share your majesty? the face moved like clouds and the voice arrived just before the mouth moved.  It is my wish Ja responded outstretching his hand which Sophia took and then walking up the remaining steps.  Sophia, do you wish to be Queen, bride of Ja his consort and comfort? Great swirls of clouds expanded and contracted, swirls that one day would become stars in the firmament seen from afar on many worlds.  I do. she said flatly there was a pause, a wait for more but nothing came. Gabriel touched Michael s arm and he glanced at her. About her eyes was a look of concern. Michael looked back at the ceremony with a renewed interest. Then the great face simple spoke;  Thus sworn, thus co-joined, may this union be blessed. Let it be so! and it faded back to cloud. A cheer and chorus welled up and all looked towards Sophie, expecting the drawing of the veil and the kiss. Instead Ja stood and raised his arm for silence.  Your praise is welcomed, and so is your admiration. To mark this day I give you all a gift Ja clapped his mighty hands and from each window an angel flew into the room.  These four angels are most honoured. They will stand about the throne giving eternal praise to this day! They will utter perpetually my praises so you will all remember your love for me, This is my gift to my subjects. Also my Queen will speak. Sophia turned and without gesture spoke  I must now withdraw from the world, my subjects. I go now to the tower were my sisters await me to sit in meditation and tend to my husband. I charge you all, Great Eli of Eden trust in your Lord and serve him with all your will give to him completely as I have and you will be given all you wish. This is my will now given to my Lord Ja forever and ever, Goodbye. A murmur went round the room as Sophia went to the litter with the four angels that carried her there still stood about it. Ja paused and looked around some of the assembled clapped and slowly it was taken up.  Now go double thy efforts for there is much work still to do for my creation is far from complete. Create works that glorify my image! Ja turned and walked with trumpets ringing to the litter the fourteen angels followed their swords ablaze against their armour. Silence was over the crowd. So Raphael who had been stood to the right of the throne turned to the choir and they started a chant and as Raphael turned back his mouth open to sing his gift the four angels had already departed through the courtyard door, with Ja, Sophia and the Black armoured angels flanking them swords ablaze.  A strange occasion? Gabriel spoke turning to Michael whose eyes were fixed on Raphael who rose into the air and left the throne room by the east window in an obvious emotion.  Yes it was indeed. Michael looked at Gabriel uneasily.  We have much to do. Chapter Nine The Wax Face As the last of the wedding party left the throne room above in the tower room, with its statues of six maidens frozen in circled battle against an absent foe, Ja lay on the carved bed of wings, with the Shade Sophie standing before him still in her wedding gown.  Undress, he commanded,  slowly. She moved awkwardly and pulled at the gown which ripped under her grasp. Ja muttered and took hold of her with his mind, controlling her fingers more elegantly. Each movement he had to summon and control. She did move with much more grace and flow the curve of her hand the shape of her legs all willed into action. The gown slipped but her veil remained. Her body slim and toned stood like wood carved with the greatest of care and detail, but somehow the artisan that created the sculpture had never seen a woman and so had missed some vital clues that would bring life to the piece. Ja sat upright, his passion still aroused and he spoke softly, but still edges surrounded his voice like a dog s growl uttering prose.  Remove thy veil! Her hands took the gossamer cloth and it slipped over the back of her head reaching the floor lightly as a feather. Her face still held all the features of beauty but somehow the enchantment was gone and then there were her eyes; once full of gentleness now only vacant emptiness.  Come, he spoke,  tell me of your love for me. She moved towards the bed but no words did she speak, her mouth only opened and closed like a fish taking air.  Speak I said! Ja s voice raised but still no sound passed her ruby lips. So Ja once more reached into her and found the shade of night implanted into her with malice cowering in some distant part of her being, and there he spoke to it,  I commanded you to speak, why do you not? The sliver of night tried to hide before the dark light  Speak Shade! Ja s will went to it and crushed it so it squeaked.  Lord, please. Its voice was stressed and diminutive  Why do you disobey me? Why do you not speak? Ja filled the entirety of the shade s world pushing it on all sides with his rage.  I do not know what to say master! Tell me the words, tell me the words and I will say them, the shade trembled.  Summon them yourself, have you not the wit I formed in you! Ja s mind reached to crush the spectre feeling its essence squirm  He can not Ja, for it is not within him, soft came Sophie's voice all about in the void of mind.  I did not seek your wisdom Pistus. Ja moved around the ether looking for the source but found none.  This shade can not speak of love, her voice was all encompassing and full of gentle mocking,  for no love is within it, only fear. The shade cowering, slipped away from the will of Ja franticly searching, searching for some safe place. Ja screamed in his mind against the truth;  Silence wench or your destruction is assured.  What harm can you do me? the mocking continued,  You made me nothing, so now I am in everything.  Silence! Ja lashed out, striking with wild power.  Yes Lord Ja, your highness, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... The voice echoed and jeered in the void of mind. Ja in his rage struck again and the shade screamed in blind panic, then struck it again, taking out his rage on the sliver, struck it again and in fear it searched...  & yes, yes, yes, yes, yes&   Silence, I crave and silence I will have! Again he lashed out and shook the void of mind within Sophia s vacant frame.  You can have all you desire except that which you truly wish. Ja continued to lash out screaming at these words softly spoken but unrelenting,  I pity you, for you have no conception of what the poetry of love truly is, and you will never know the true bliss of it!  I have your body, what more do I require! Ja s words came scathingly.  You will watch eternally as I take my pleasure with your frame.  Have my body, but it is not what you wish. Her voice came sweetly in the void.  You desire to be held and comforted, to have the joy of knowing that someone cares for you. Lust and desire are merely the vehicle of love, but unless animated by some higher spirit, it is empty like this vessel. I am not my body, but the thing behind it that you can never reach. That is what you crave, that which you will never have. In the void of mind within Sophie, Ja crooned.  I will still have my pleasure, and though I must command its action and motion to my will I will savour your beauty and take delight in my dominance. He retreated from the mind void cast up by him. Feeling the room once more fill his senses his sight returned. His lust was strong and he stretched out to the Shade Sophie, the shape of matter reforming about him, malice burning in him as strong as his passion. Ja looked towards the Shade Sophie and his feeling froze. Before him was a body but twisted, her left arm bucked back and disjointed, her hips slanted as one leg protruded from above it like some twisted marionette, her body once beautiful and soft now twisted like rope, but it was her face, her once revered face that shone with moonlight had become like wax near a fire. It had drooled down her neck, her left side grotesquely malformed her teeth and jaw protruding and her tongue slithered within it as she breathed, drooling like a dog, twisted by Ja s power, beauty sublime deformed by his rage. Ja understanding what he had done pounded his chest and cursed his being, his rage swelling and flaming, his dark light twisting his mind further. A storm gathered by the rage of Ja, swelled suddenly above the Citadel, clouds seething and lightning forking. And the shade, released by Ja and forgotten in his rage, found deep within the vacant body of Sophie somewhere to hide, a way to escape, deep, deep inside her. And Sophie watched all& Chapter Ten The Storm of Tears Raphael arrived full of angst at the tower entrance. The fourteen angels of the guard stood by its great wooden door newly placed. It was thick and heavy with black metal driven through its beams. This was strange to the younger angel as he had never been barred from anywhere in creation. The guard stood eyes fixed before them their swords a blaze with red and white flame against the black armour with the motif of the silver crown emblazon across it. He approached and the guard came to life stepping forward one spoke.  Halt angel what business have you here? there tone flat their eyes unlooking.  I seek an audience with Lord Ja, his voice unsure of the situation. The guard angel paused and half closed their eyes then opening once more  He knows of your presence. Raphael puzzled said;  Are you not the angel Leiqel? The angel looked blankly ahead,  I am lieutenant of the Fourteen Sword Angels, Guard of Lord Ja. The response seemed almost automatic. Raphael was hesitant and whished to retreat remembering Michael s words of pateniance rather than persistence however his curiosity spoke  Leiquel old friend, remember we once went to the other rim of planets together to collect matter for the hosts? Raphael inquired. The angel made no response  Do you not talk? There was a long pause, the angels face was wooden. Raphael s brow furrowed.  This is most strange. Do you not recognise me for I do you? Silence was the only reply, so the bright angel of poems stepped forward. The guard then responded and raised their swords,  None may approach without the approval of Lord Ja! Raphael withdrew in shock never in all the worlds had such a thing occurred.  I m& sorry! he stammered.  I only wished to speak with the King, perhaps I should leave instead. The guard lowered their blades, still blank in expression.  The Lord comes, kneel angel! The door to the tower flew open with a crash of wood and stone and through its portal stepped the dark light Lord Ja. The guard withdrew to allow his passing, eyes fixed. He strode towards the stunned Raphael as Ja s light was imbued with rage. Red and blue arcs flamed about him and his presence drew terror from the young Eli.  Did my guard not tell thee to kneel! Ja s voice angry as storms the crown flaring red light dark and tempestuous. Raphael frozen, managed to nod.  Then kneel and show your servitude! Raphael knelt quickly, his body trembled. Ja sounded pleased in his rage spoke,  Why do you interrupt my wedding night poet?  I meant not to disturb my Lord, only to seek his counsel. Panic was in the angel s voice.  To what end does this word smith want? Ja moved forward, standing before the naked angel towering over him.  I wished to ask a question, but& but, I shall leave and trouble you no further, he trembled.  You are impertinent enough to inquire as to my will, to come to my chambers and then withdraw with no good cause. Is there a greater sin? Ja s voice boomed and the light about the hallway grew dim.  Tell me your question poet, and tell it now .  My Lord, I will go with your leave  Raphael looked to the gray flagstones hoping for release.  Tell me! Ja rose his hand and energy arced to the point the bright angel looked causing Raphael to jump.  I only wished to ask you- Raphael swallowed,  & why you do not favour my poems? Raphael visibly curled back.  What pray does a word weaver thinks he could offer me? Ja sneered  Who are you to think you may question my will? Speak! Raphael drew his resolve deep within and spoke well and clear, though his being shook  My Lord I am Raphael of the eastern skies. I am scribe to your will and a poet by your side Raphael s voice began to tremble as he spoke. The atmosphere darkened more, the light from the windows turned to night though the storm was high. The howl of wind growing the lighting forking. The angel, naked, with his hair of long gold and wings red as the breaking sun over clouds felt lost in a storm of rage about him and knew not why.  I am sorry Lord I will go. I anger you and will leave?  Again you speak out of turn! Ja s voice tinged with madness,  I have no need of such poetic devices as yours and you would do well to know your place which is were I decide! I and I alone will decide what pleases my eyes and ears! Ja stood and the light from the crown grew to terrifying brilliance his voice high and unchecked.  I am the king! I am the Lord, me and me alone! Only I know of the mind of the Great Spirit! Closest to it I was, for aeons uncounted, before you! I am Lord of all! King of Eli! I have no need to heed sonnets and poems for I am that I am and I see all. Omnipresent and Omnipotent, and I have no need for you, and your trivial words of art!  But my Lord&  the bright angel welled up spilling tears onto the floor unchecked.  Long have I waited to be by your side for the great spirit that formed us all, each to their own function, gave me the charge to be your console, messenger and scribe, please Lord I have prepared much music and poetry for you, to lighten your heart and&   Dare not speak to me with such impudence. I will decide my own council. You anger me again and again with your arrogance and words that you think are so delightful. You are banished from my presence forever. Leave, for your image is a thorn to me! Ja rose his hands in flames and as he stood, the light from the crown filled the room. Raphael remained, sobbing. His tearful eyes fixed on the malignant Lord whom he had tried to please, and Raphael tried so hard.  I am yours to command Lord, his words ached in disbelief, conceding to this monster.  My heart yearns only to bring joy to you and sit by your side. Please, do not cast me from your presence! Ja s hand took his head and forced it to face.  Then gaze at my glory and know me. The malice in Ja s voice was unbridled, full of glee. Raphael eyes wide open, looked at the light of the crown, which flared like the heart of a bitter sun and he screamed. The scream of an angel is a holy horror, too terrible to describe. Raphael s eyes, bright lights of his soul, brown as deep wood, eyes that had witnessed so many wonders of creation unfold, were burned to ash in his face by the dark light he tried to love.  Banished are thee angel of dawn spoke Ja, Raphael, lay writhing and screaming in pain the dark light arced about him on the cold stone. Ja s words were spoken without remorse, indeed there was a certain pleasure in his voice at destroying such beauty. The four guards, as one, moved forward and picked the limp broken angel from the flag stones carrying him to the window and smashing it, they threw him into the storm raised about the Citadel. Dark light arced from the vacant holes in Raphael s skull, crippling his youthful body. Through rain, Through lightning, Through darkness, He fell& He fell& He fell& Chapter Eleven Broken Angels Below in the garden Michael found Raphael in the king s court yard before the citadel. He felt the battle in his being and it drew him like a flame in the night. Michael, greatest warrior in creation, felt shame at not having protected his friend. He tended to him in horror, weeping slow uncontained tears. He found him limp, crumbled wings broken with the fall unable to mend.. He knelt and held his brother in his arms and covered his body with his wings.  Raphael, what caused this? Your wounds are so deep. His voice was deep, like thunder rolling above spring meadows, soft in compassion. His hand moved close to the burned cheek, the burns that blackened Raphael s soft face like dark caves into his skull.  Lord Ja& , sighed Raphael,  I have done wrong& went beyond my place, foolish fool that I am&  Raphael s voice was crippled; his chest heaved and laboured each breath.  He did this! Him! Disbelief turned to anger.  He is not deserving of you! You simply wanted to please him! Michael saw the distress in the brow of his friend and all the angel of lyric words could do was whimper. Michael realised he did not comfort Raphael, so he drew breath and tried to speak slower, trying in vain to comfort his brother. He pressed his hand into the soft hands of his friend and held it clasped about his in the hope that his strength may pass into him by some grace. The birds of song took roost above them on the edge of the door lintel. Their plume was Jet black and they sang the first lament. Mournful it was full of regrets, lost love and despair.  Keep close to me&  Raphael lowered his head to his friend s chest and next to his heart. Michael wept great tears his chest heaving in grief unrestrained.  Darkness has cast its shadow over paradise and I can not understand why. This time was to be our happiest and yet we weep, for is not our king meant to be the most noble but he chastises our gifts and takes beauty from our presence, destroying are kin. Michael s chest swelled with emotion,  I will find the cause of this mystery even if I must pull asunder all our workings and burn the three veils so I might consult the Great Spirit its self! However Raphael implored him,  No, no, no, do not hate! The words pained him to speak, but he raised his head and looked blindly at his friend.  Do not act in vengeance for you will be lost. Michael softened in shock at his friends distress realising might was not the way,  Ja is indeed foolish to dismiss your council for it has much compassion in it. Raphael looking blindly at Michael s face and smiled weakly, falling back into the great Archangel s chest. Michael hugged him in his great arms and his voice softened trembling in grief  Let us go find Gabriel who through some arts known to her hands might heal you.  I will carry you, until your bone and flesh are one again . But Michael knew that Raphael s spirit would be scarred, for he knew the depth, the measure of his feelings. These qualities are what made his poetry so great for through him, others could feel. This is a poet s gift and burden. However he hid his misgivings and raised his voice in hope,  Gabriel s skill is great and she will soon mend even your eyes so that you may see further than before! Michael lifted his broken friend gently in his great arms and the youth lay limp between them. They rose in the air as the storm still raged over Eden and together, they were swallowed into its wake. 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