Chapter VIII The Legacy: Dawn of the Fallen Angels

Oblivious to them among the million stars in the galaxy, a glorious object was speeding to earth. The maximum speed was equal to the speed of light. Then thousands feet above the surface of the earth a warrior angel pulled over and halted. He was suspended in motion in the sky. He clandestinely was watching over them. He was wearing a brilliantly glowing white sheet of cloth around his waist. His bosom bared. He was in the form of spirit not yet in the form of human – his shoulders were broad and strong, his limbs firmed and muscled. He had dark brown hair and his right hand was holding a flaming sword ready to kill an enemy when warrant and ready to go to a battle. He was the warrior of God, not a fallen angel like Zar, Khail, Haniel and the hundreds formation of fallen of angels. 

He was motionless in the air for few hours. His aquamarine eyes were glued to Abigail…watching…watching…just watching and observing the activities down. With one swift motion, he drew his flaming sword upward the sky. He motioned to fly speeding around and encircling around Khail’s mansion. He dived toward Khail’s mansion. He landed on the roof. He held his sword upward meeting the rays of the sun. A brilliant sparks of rays were created in the sky. He speed upward about hundred feet radius from Khail’s mansion. He started to encircle the mansion myriad of times until an invisible walls structure was formed protecting the mansion. The mansion was surrounded with indestructible walls with a circumference of hundred feet. He sighed and said, “It is good.” He halted once again and stayed motionless in the sky still glued to Abigail… 

I had a hunched something unusual was going on but this times not a danger but a good spirit within the vicinity trying to hide from my eyes. I was trying to penetrate where that creature was. My effort was futile. He overpowered me. I looked upward to the sky; I only saw a pigment of bright light brought by the scourging heat of the sun. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly walked towards Zar and Khail who were discussing near lines of cherry trees. As I approached near them, I trembled when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned back. It was only dad. I said to myself; “Who is that creature that I smelled surreptitious spying us? I kept this to myself as not to alarm dad or anyone of them. I was terrified that turmoil would arise once I warned their alarming device. 

Dad held my right hand as we walked slowly around the mansion. I kicked the cherry petals forcefully as we walked – the pink petals danced in the air and was amazed to see them turning back to butterflies. Dad asked me, “Is something bothering you Abigail that you made the cherry petals turned to butterflies?” I was astonished of dad’s probing statement so I answered, “Me? Turning the petals to butterflies? You are kidding me that!” Dad stopped walking and faced me. “Abigail, without your realization whatever you think, they formed to reality. Your mind power is too strong for you to handle the situation sometimes maybe because you are still too young but you must learn how to control the power of your mind in your young age or you’ll become a monster of your own self, your own imagination. Further, you are destructing your own self that I don’t want to happen. Remember your mission.” My eyes turned big. I covered my mouth with my both hands. Then I uncovered my mouth but I gulped in words before I could speak. I uttered, “So that’s it. These phenomenon that happened were controlled by my mind, you mean, dad? “Yes, Abigail. Everything is a product of your mind. You must learn to control them,” dad answered. I continued, “Dad when I stroke those petals with my feet, I was thinking that they transform to butterflies but it has not come to me that it will happen. So then I was the one who also transformed the butterflies to petals aside from creating a twister and twisting Haniel’s brain? Oh dad, am I a jinx?” Dad replied, “No Abigail! You are destined to propagate what is good from what is bad. Don’t be stubborn! I fathomed that dad was perturbed already of my behavior. He added, “Your trainings start tomorrow when the dawn comes. This is the reason why your grandfather has to see you. You go inside. I have few important things to discuss with your grandfather and Uncle, Khail. 

I marched inside the mansion. I was still disturbed of this creature that I felt intruding us. Inside, I saw Mikhail eating sushi. He said, “You want some Abby.” I replied, “Mmmmm, not now. My stomach is churning. Some butterflies in it.” Mikhail and his siblings, Darwin and Stephen loved to call me “Abby” because I was their little sissy. Calling me “Abby” tickled me. I love these guys. They were like my brothers. Modesty aside, they were my dad peers. Borne of an angel, borne of a man! I paced back and forth in the living room. Mojo, also paced back and forth with me. The cat was beleaguered of my mercurial mood. Mikhail noticed this. He asked me, “Abby, what’s wrong. Did you sniff danger?” I answered, “Nope. I guess I have to sleep. The dusk is falling. Dad said I have training tomorrow before the dawn comes.” I pinched Mikhael’s pointed nose, kissed his cheeks and said goodnight. 

I went up to my room, changed to pajama and shirt. Now I was in my little sanctuary, my comfort zone. I yawned. All I want was to sleep and have an elusive dream. Mojo was sleeping right beside me - always on guard to protect me. I had a deep slumber but my mind was travelling to my subconscious world. My spirit was floating into a different dimension. I saw pigment of lights sparkling everywhere. The lights were illuminating – one by one they represent angels. They were conveying messages in angelic language that I found it hard to construe. They were dancing around me. I was mesmerized. My spirit was still floating and weightless until I heard a voice of a man calling my name…”Abigail, Abigail…..” I trembled and instantly opened my eyes. There in front of me stood a strong and breathtakingly handsome man. I had to clear my eyes-I might be dreaming still. He was not Haniel. Haniel could not be found in my room. I was beginning to shake and rattle so I asked, “Who are you?” He answered, “Do not be afraid, Abigail! I am Joey….” 

Chapter VII The Legacy: Dawn of the Fallen Angels

I was standing next to dad when Zar called my name, “Abigail.” Haniel was just a few feet behind dad. I shuddered when I heard my name called. Zar had a soft spoken voice but full of authority. Zar lifted me up in the air… and uttered, “Abigail you are now a big girl.” While lifting me up, I was surprised to see thousands of multiple colorful butterflies flying and encircling us.  I was dazzled. The butterflies’ wings were like silver dust twinkling against the rays of the sun. One by one they vanished in thin air. The disappearances of butterflies were replaced by thousands of pink cherry blossoms petals falling down from the sky. The grounds were fully decorated with pink petals. The atmosphere smelled perfume. I felt like I was in paradise. I felt my spirit travelling into my deepest element.I felt I was reborn again with the clearer perspective of my horizon.  

Zar put me down on the ground. He knelt. He held my tiny hands firmly. He then looked me straight into my eyes. I blinked and turn to dad. Dad signaled to me not to be afraid. I turned to face his gaze then turn to dad again. Eventually I was not scared  as what dad thought but rather perplexed. Dad and Zar definitely looked like an identical twins in appearance except the difference in their ages. Grandfather was thousand years old but his physical appearance was like in forties. Dad was at his forties.  They both have green eyes, dark brunette hair, virile, masculine and breathtakingly handsome. I squeezed my eyes with my hands and uttered, “You two look alike.” 


Zar smiled at me and started a conversation. "Of course we two look alike. We are father and son. Your father came from my seed. An angelic seed combined with human seed. You are his seed Abigail. You are my granddaughter. Part of that seed in you came from me. We call that seed, genes. It means part of the blood running into your veins came from me. Part of you still has an angelic form but the percentage of having an angelic form is minimal."



I gently touched Zar's copper tone face. His face was glowing like diamond beads.  I met his gaze unfazed. I looked straight into his green eyes. I was trance seeing his green eyes turning to flaming red just like my violet eyes turning to flaming red when I sniffed danger. He said to me, "Abigail, look straight into my eyes and tell me what you see." I followed his order. I saw something that my whole body shuddered and my tears falling.  He hypnotized me to see the future. He asked me, "What did you see? " My voice stammered. What I saw was holocaust. I said, "I saw war between good and evil. I saw many people gnashing their teeth. I saw men and women wailing for mercy. I saw many dead people lying on the streets. There was bloodshed." 


"What you see will happen few years from now. You are my beloved granddaughter, Abigail. You are the legacy of these incredible treasures own by the fallen angels. Use this to propagate what is good for mankind. What is beneficial to mankind," lamented Zar.


Bit and pieces, I now began to decipher what was really my purpose here on earth...The labyrinth in my brain started to find its direction, finding its way out. I took a deep breath. Warm  blood gushing through my face. I said to Zar, “If this my destiny so be it, grandfather.  Zar was pleased. I turned into the direction of dad; he too was smiling and pleased. Zar happily embraced me tightly. 


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Chapter VI The Legacy: Dawn of the Fallen Angels

Mojo was not an ordinary cat, as I thought.  Aside from resembling an image of enigmatic, cozy and furry tom cat, he was a fallen angel. After the compact was made regarding the enormous treasures, he separated ways from among other fallen angels to find the meaning of his own existence on earth. He was a vagabond wandering from one country to another for thousand years. He was miserable finding the missing piece of his life. He was inside the labyrinth of debacle of guilt. There had not been an answer to his search what he wanted to do most on earth. He felt hallow and empty. He was conscience-stricken. He told his self that this was the punishment bestowed to him by his Creator. He wished that God had ended up his life but God had given him and other fallen angels a different destiny. A destiny of guilt for the betrayal! Before the heavenly war, he found happiness serving God. He would play harp and sing with other angels. They were obsequious to the Master’s command.  All he could hear were laughter of joys and happiness. He was lured…he was lured by Satan that they could take control over Heaven by waging war. Deceit, selfishness and greed were borne out of him. He should have resisted Satan’s temptation. His mind was all darkness…but he needed to go out from the pit of darkness. From the boundary of darkness of his mind! He had to see light. In one quantum leap, he motioned up to the air, higher than the trees and the mountains. His speed was faster than the strike of the lighting.  He flew to a westward direction to Shangri-La where Zar’s invincible abode was located. Shangri-La was utopian place to live in Himalayan Mountains.  It was a perfect paradise. When Haniel’s feet stepped the ground of Shangri-La, he was welcomed by Zar and other fallen angels.  They numbered hundreds but not proportionate to the populace of the evil spirits just sneaking in the dark grabbing millions of human souls away from God.  


Seeing his comrades returning to the folds of God sent a sting of rapture to Haniel’s heart. It was rapture beyond definition. It was only Haniel that could define. Haniel found peace at that moment.  He said, “At last my Lord, I am at peace seeing folds of your angelic creations returning back to you. On the other hand, Zar was pleased to see Haniel again after thousands of years wandering and not seeing each other.  Zar called the hundred formations of fallen angels as وجيشا من الملائكة الساقطة (The Legions of the Fallen Angels.)

When John was born, Haniel was so moved to see a child of human and angelic form. John was a perfect creation for him. John was exceptionally handsome as a babe with dark brunette hair, ubiquitous green eyes that can pierce the darkest side of the night. Modesty aside, he bequeathed his father’s astuteness. Haniel made a covenant to protect John for he sensed that the life of the child including his generation would be in great danger once the gargantuan amount of treasures would be dug. They, as angels do not need the treasures. The treasures were for the human propagation. The incredible wealth would be inherited by John as Zar’s desires but that position changed when Abigail was born. John wanted Abigail to inherent the richest which Zar and Khail agreed. The Legions of the Fallen Angels made a compact to protect Abigail. Haniel took again the stand to protect Abigail, the way he protected John.  


John was watching me and Mojo playing and fooling around at the lawn.  My peppy laughter was all around. Mojo was performing funny tricks that made me burst to laughter.  He climbed up the tree, chased and scared the birds away. He was on the top of the branches and Mojo was beleaguered how to get down from the tall tree. He of course pretended was just pretending. I heard Mojo cried to call my attention. I called my dad… “Dad, please get Mojo from the tree.” My dad obediently climbed the tree and in a split of second, he handed the whimsical cat to me.” I said, “Dad that was too fast!” I put Mojo down…in the blink of my eyes, he transformed as Haniel. I hugged Haniel tightly then I ran to dad and embraced him too. Having a bonding moment with dad was the happiest thing that ever happened to me. 

We were about again to enter Khail’s sophisticated gigantic mansion when a mammoth of white fog appeared before us. I was stunned. I felt goose bumps all over my body. I smelled danger again. My hairs rose. So many unusual phenomena started to unfold before my eyes. John felt a turbulence of strong winds spiraling to create a pressure on the surface. I was commanding the winds to kill the foreign guests. Instantly, Haniel grabbed me and my father shouted, “Stop Abigail.” It is your grandfather Zar and Khail. They traversed through time by not flying. The rapid heartbeat of my heart stopped. The twister gone! For the first time, I saw my grandfather.

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Chapter V The Legacy: Dawn of the Fallen Angels

John was haunted by phantom of memories of the past. The patterns of cobwebs in his mind kept on playing back and forth. He was not aware that I opened the door for him. I was going six years old then. My golden hair grew long already with define curly hairs. My body was gracefully slim and fit. It was too late for him to disappear from my inquisitive violet eyes. We were face to face. We were an inch away from each other. He was staring with so much love emblazoned in his eyes. I didn't recognize that the tall masculine virile man standing in front of me was John yet there was something in her eyes that reminded me of my father. I felt my heart leaped and my blood boiling deep within. There was sense of connection bind us together.

I started to open my mouth. “Hi there, are you looking for someone, Sir.”

John was a little bit perturbed how to answer my question but at the end sigh, quivered and answered me, “AAbi…Abigail…” So far that was all John could mutter.

“Yes Sir, I am Abigail Joseph, daughter of John Joseph. He left me under the care of Khail Smith when I was three years old. Khail registered me as Therah Smith. Now I am Therah but I am still Abigail. You called me my first name, Sir? Do you know me? Are you looking for me? Or are you looking for Khail? I bombarded John with questions.

John was speechless for a while. He embraced me tightly, kissed my forehead and carried me inside Khail’s house. I was stupefied of his random reaction. I had a déjà vu-I looked straight into his green eyes. This was the man who carried me two years ago. I embraced him back tightly and tears falling from my eyes. I uttered, “Dad, Daddy.”

John sat on the leathery couch. I was sitting on his firm lap when he began to talk. “Abigail, my daughter your Daddy misses you much. Forgive me for leaving you under the custody of Khail. I really need do it! I am doing this for your own protection from the darkness lurking around every bend. Staying together will put your life in danger. The evil forces have been haunting me due the incredible wealth we stole from the fallen angels. Your grandfather, Zar & Khail cannot afford to see the world in great turbulence under the evil lineage of Amon.  In due time, there will be a war between us - the remaining righteous fallen angels versus August and his minions. Zar wants you to be the heir this incredible wealth. You have to use the wealth in propagating what is good for mankind.  I am afraid to expose you as my daughter. When you were born, I was not 100% sure if you possess spiritual powers like us since you belong already to the second generation.

“Daddy, I was born with extraordinary powers oblivious to you. There are chakras emitted from body. I have bionic ears. I can hear voices, sounds and noises thousand distances far from me. I heard footsteps coming to the door. That was why I opened the door for you. I can let the objects fly in different direction. I can levitate too without wings. Maybe I can fly too,” I said.

“Khail sensed that that there are astronomical powers coming from your small body. You should learn to control these powers and only use these for self- defense, combat our enemies in a battle. You should not abuse your powers in doing destructive things. Discipline yourself physically, emotionally and spiritually. I am going to enroll you in yoga class to train you on meditation and good spiritual insights.  You should learn the techniques of martial arts and enrolling you soon would be better. Did you get my point, Abigail?” I said, “Yes Dad.”

“I love you so much Abigail,” muttered John. John hugged me tightly again, kissed my forehead and caress my golden air. We were in this position for about 30 minutes. My dad was talking of so many things and we don’t seem like to go from each other.

We were so engrossed then suddenly I heard an echoing whizzing sound at the back of the house. It was the first time I heard that hissing sound in the air aside from the sounds from flashing wings of Khail and his sons which were more particular to me. I was alarmed. I felt the enemy followed my father. I immediately stood-up! My violet eyes were turning to flaming red. My golden hairs began to rise. John saw my violent reaction when danger comes. John held my right hand and said, “Abigail calm down. It is nothing.” My hairs are still standing-up.  The objects inside were now flying in disturbed directions. I could feel my body turned hotter. My temperature was almost 50C and may go up if I could not control the situation.  John was amazed of what he saw but he kept holding my right hand firmly to control me from sprinting in the air. He felt that my body was starting to emit fire. My eyes were still flaming red. John sensed that if  he was not half human and half angel itself, his brain would twist  out from his head.  Suddenly, a Goliath guy with so many appendages of big muscles hanging on his body appeared. He was like 6’7” feet tall with brown hair and his oval face was decorated with thick eyelashes and eyebrows.I never saw this Goliath creature before. It made me more tensed. He walked straight towards John. I shouted, “Stop! Or I am going to twist your brain.” “Hush, he is Haniel, an angel soldier,” said John. “Haniel?” I repeated his name silently. “Dad, he doesn’t look like an angel. He is so huge like Goliath,” I replied. John mused, “Haniel you better introduces yourself to Abigail.” Haniel let out his right hand for me for a handshake but I did not offer back my hand. I was standstill. Haniel told me, “I am always with you, watching over you. We always played together. You would always ask Khail to get me from the tree.” “Tree, you mean Mojo, the cat, I asked. “Yes, I am Mojo the cat. I can transform myself to a cat or to any other forms. I am watching your safety aside from Khail and his sons watching over you. Then he let me see him transformed his self to Mojo, the cat. I was speechless of this new discovery. I immediately grabbed Mojo. He licked my cheeks and I started to giggle. Mojo’s presence spiked an essence of spirit within me but life was more complete and meaningful now that my father was with me and I was with him. There was an interconnection of the past and present that bind us together. It was like crossing the sands of time.

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