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.

To be continued....