John was sitting all alone in the veranda. It was in the darkest side of the night. Everyone in the house should have been sleeping but slumber would not befall to John. He gazed towards the sublime sky. He could see millions of bright stars glimmering over the towering mountains and tall trees. The added attraction that night was the full moon so magnificently beautiful in the coaly night- a ghostly disc that occurred every 29 days of the month. Besides the moon and stars shining and flickering above, the surface of the earth was also illuminated by millions of light bulbs. These light bulbs kept of flickering, glimmering, illuminating like fireflies dancing in the night. The lights that shine the path of every human as not to stumble in the dark! During full moon, it was believed that evil spirits were lurking in the dark, tempting, pestering and stealing human souls.
“Awesome flickering lights bulbs at night! Hmm Humphry Davy was such a talented and witty guy to invent light bulb. He had earned this invention because he was the original inventor. If not for his invention, the earth should be dark at night. Every human would be groping in the dark. Every human would be unproductive. God indeed had given men so many talents but only abused it not propagate,” John murmured to his self.
John gazed back to the sky. “Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, look out on a summer’s day, with eyes that know the darkness in the soul…but I could I have told you Vincent, this world was never meant as beautiful as you.” John was humming the song of Don McLean. He spoke again to his self. “If Vincent Van Gogh was alive today, would he still be able to conceptualize starry starry night in his paintings differently? Would he still capture the elegant beauty of the night in his sanity state of the mind without too much self-affliction? Could he paint the fate of the fallen angels? He was such a greatest artist but my only regret is that, he curtailed his life due to bipolar depression.”
Veranda was the most significant portion of Khail’s house. This was the rendezvous for him and Khail whenever he wanted to sneak secretly into Abigail’s situation. Spring was the most splendid weather in Japan. Cold breeze of the winds were invigorating and the cold wind filled his nostrils to his lungs. It was so enticing for him to float in the air without any problem of gravity pulling him down - watching the enormous beauty of nature that God had carved in His bare hands, watching how time was variably odd and paradoxical, watching how the world evolved into the lives of the fallen angels. John instead opted to sit and remained standstill. He was quietly sitting on a leather chair with his right leg crossed over the left and his chin on his right hand. He reminisced the past how they stole the astronomical wealth at the bottom of the Red Sea. Shibboleths of memories were overflowing…. On the other hand, he never sensed that Abigail had unexpected visitor.
Like a time capsule, John’s mind was journeying deeply to the past....
Zar and Khail were dramatically preoccupied discussing the strategy on how to plunder the astronomical treasures hidden below the Red Sea whereas; he and Khail’s son were steadfastly listening to the discussion. There were instances that John pushed his eyebrows together for it was hard for him to comprehend the angelic language his father and Khail spoke. When they spoke in their own language, it seemed like it was forbidden for them to hear. It seemed like it is a forbidden fruit- the more forbidden, the more Eve was tempted to eat the fruit of knowledge. Figuratively, the forbidden fruit symbolize by an apple had opened the world to sin and mortality. In John’s case he felt the same thing.. The knowledge of the fallen angels incredible richest was like forbidden for them to hear. The more he listened, the more he got curious what was all about but later on gave-up and sighed.
“Dad, what are you talking about? We don’t understand both of you. What are our involvements?” stubbornly asked John. Zar turned to face John. “It is free flowing for us to speak in this language rather than the language of men. Nothing is forbidden here. We don’t like to encounter a "feet of clay" with the plan once it is laid down; we still need to have tedious discussions with the legions of the fallen angels back in the Himalayas. We need to patch holes. Out there, the Temple of Nowhere is guarded by thousands of demons and monsters. We don’t want to underestimate their powers because they were posted there to watch the treasures until Satan had his chosen one. There is one already, August! Our only edge, I have memorized the “Riddle of Rebellion”. Our populations are outnumbered. Don’t be too impatient kid, ” underscored Zar. John then seated patiently and observed the two.
They patiently laid down the plan. When Zar moved clockwise, Khail moved too into the direction of Zar. They were like gravity pulling together in the orbit like the moon rotating around the sun. Their actions were somewhat choreographed. There was kind of magnetic field attracting them together but both of them were flexible. They were like this for few hours. The best thing about Zar and Khail, they understood each other movements without talking much. They had strong friendship that even a spell couldn’t break it. They were chanting and moving all the time yet there was sense of solemnity inside the house. The house was like filled with musical notes. John just fixed his attention in awe to both of them then he slowly dazed to sleep. His subconscious mind could hear their chanting but his eyes were too timid to open. He succumbed to sleep.
He had a REM (Rapid Eye Movement) when he felt a soft hand touching his head and heard a voice. “Son, let us go back to Shangri-La. Khail and his sons we’ll be coming with us. We need to have a thorough dialogue with the legions. We have to sail now”, lamented Zar. They opened their wings behind them. So off they went airborne again. They were like Unidentified Flying Objects against the dark blue sky. They flew smooth sailing behind the thick clouds. John and Khail’s kids were having fun. They were competing who had the fastest speed to reach Shangri-La. They were laughing loud and giggling in the sky. Khail and Zar were behind them. They flew so fast that the flocks of birds in the sky were so alarmed of their speed. The birds were scattered everywhere and they lost their formation. They were chirping, burping and slurping. Ah these birds were confused of to see humans flying. Their leader called them. They gathered again in one formation and dived down to the trees.
To be continued
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