Chapter XXIII: The Legacy: The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

It was 10:00 a.m. The sun was almost soaring and burning when I glanced below through the glass window of the airplane.  I could see from far that today Greece was a combination of modern, renaissance, classicism and medieval flourished architecture. The temples were built on higher elevations or on top of rocky mountains. Constructing buildings or structures  on the higher ground would be more conspicuous to the eyes the opulence of Greek architecture. The structures were mostly lavished inspired Italian architecture brought about by the influence of the Roman Empire. Such grandiose view from above with my telescopic vision eyes!  As I continued to survey Greece, the atmosphere gave me a certain déjà vu. Not of the past but more of the future event to happen. I shrugged my shoulder and sighed. I’d like to ignore the hunches for a while. “No remote viewing at this point in time,” I told myself in whisper.  I need to unfold the truth about this mission.

I felt the engine of the robot plane slowed down. The speed was reduced for the aircraft to find a perfect angle for the smooth landing. Then I heard the robot plane saying; “We are about to land to our destination. The weather is perfect today and for couple of days. Enjoy exploring the glory of Greece.” The radio transmission got static and for few seconds gone.  The plane pivoted down slowly when the runway was cleared. With a minimal speed, the aircraft touched down the runway gracefully.

I wore my Ray Ban sunglasses to cover my violet raging eyes just in case there were people sneaking into my privacy and cover my head with the hood of my jacket when my feet first stepped the ground of Thessaly, Greece.  Modesty aside, the winds in the runway were too gusty that it could toss my hairs in different directions.  With my height of 5’7” at 12 and my angelic face, I knew I could create an attraction in the airport. They may think I was a Hollywood star.  I was glad I did not make anybody curious or else I was obliged to perform some tricks to hush them away. I was allergic to pandemonium of crowd of people. I was not used to this kind of scenario. I grew-up with only few people besides me. “Gosh, I am now missing my cat,” I murmured to myself. I was walking between Mikhail and Joey. We were silent. There were two masculine men tagging behind us carrying our baggage. “Ah these angels are great artist posing everywhere for my safety,” I speak to myself again.  I glanced back at them and smiled amiably. They smiled back at me. Their eyes blazing! For sure, they knew I recognized them. Darwin and Stephen were walking behind the two masculine men.

As we walked out of the airport premises, I felt a sense of freedom. I felt I and the legions of the fallen angels were destined to be on earth with one ultimate purpose – to protect the earth.  My heart was touched to see human creatures from all walks of life. Every beat of their hearts I could hear. Every blood that was pumped inside their fragile bodies, I knew that was a matter of choice between good and evil.  Every second, I knew it was a survival for them to stay alive. Despite of the hardships of life. Despite of poverty and anguish. Despite that bounty of life was only for few people. Life itself is a continuing struggle for existence until the end of time.

I heard a masculine voice calling my name just from a few distance. He waived at us. Joey waived back. For a blink of an eye, he was already walking with us. He was right beside Joey. We stopped momentarily when Cody and Joey embraced and tapped each other shoulder. Their smiles were up to their ears.  “It has been a long time Joey. I feel honored to see you once again after the battle,” said Cody. “I am overwhelmed, Cody. Good to see you,” Joey replied.  Afterwards, they were talking in a strange language for few minutes. The language that often times I failed to comprehend. It was in their angelic language. I guessed it was a top secret agenda or whatever they were discussing, I smelled a tension of concerns between them. Whatever those concerns, I kinda felt beleaguered but I don’t want to dare to ask. Not this time when my mind was preoccupied. I want to accomplish the mission first. 

When they quieted, I blurted, “you are Cody, right?’

“Haha, yes I am Cody, Abigail. Goodness, you metamorphosed to be a beautiful, charming and mysterious lady. You were once a cute babe when I saw you in Italy. You grow fast. Full of intelligence, wisdom and extraordinary powers.”

Cody was the secret agent that dad was telling me. Such refine structure of an angel. With dark blue eyes, dark brown hairs, athletic built body, copper toned skin and clad in denims and white t-shirt. Wherever I met angels, they were always having an exotic appearance.

We were ushered to a black Mercedes BMW Cadillac limousine. Very luxurious and expensive by appearance per se!  Inside were leather sofa, TV, stereo, a small bar and sophisticated gadgets. What most struck me was the picture frame hanging the wall of the limousine. The image of Michael, the Archangel with a sword on his right hand and his feet  stepping over Satan which symbolized Satan's defeat.  It sent a stigma of uneasiness all over my body. When the limousine was about to leave the airport, I saw a guy standing through the limousine’s tinted window. “God, it is Alan," I silently whispered.  I transmitted a message to him through my mind. “What are you doing here?” I asked.  He did not respond at all. He was standing still his glaring eyes through the tinted window. When the engine of the limousine started to speed-up,  I shouted, “Stop the car!” The car screeched before it stopped. I went out of the limousine but he was no longer there.  I got inside the limousine and banged the door forcefully that made the car shuddered.  Joey communicated to me without speaking. “It is Alan, right?”  “Yes, I answered blankly. “Take it cool,” he said. I never answered Joey. Instead, I communicated again to Alan using telepathy. “I am meeting you halfway.”  He never answered at all.