Chapter XIV The Legacy: The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

The sky was once again tranquil when the evil spirits perished in thin smoke. The faunas came out from their hiding place but their eyes were wide opened. Their pupils were going left and right surveying if another pack of diabolic creatures would appear and spread terror. When they noticed that it was peaceful they all happily run in different directions to look for foods for their survival. It was almost 4 am. The morning breezes of the winds were refreshing and good to breathe. The trees and the plants were green raising their leaves up to the sky.  The smells of the cherry blossoms were everywhere. They fill the surroundings with their pink and white petals. The multi-colorful butterflies were flying everywhere meeting the dawn. Once again there was order in the surroundings. It could fill one’s spirit.

On the hand, there was still a clout of commotion in my room. That I can read from their minds although my eyes were closed. I could hear them asking questions how I passed through that invincible wall because no one ever did pass that wall except Joey. They never arrived to an answer to their questions. Those questions were grueling in their minds, playing in their minds.   I know they were astonished of the growing power in me. For me, it was just a game playing in my imagination. Subterfuge I say was my game. I transmitted these imaginations to reality. What they see was reality not just an illusion like magic. Magic is a trick. Magic could deceive the eyes and the minds. What they see from circus and theaters were illusionary product of a magician. Magicians were using ploys to fool the audience. They were using tricks to earn money. Mine was different.  At times though I felt I was losing control out of it. At my young age, I just enjoyed manipulating my thinking but inconspicuous to me, the effect was so drastic. It was out of proportion and unnecessary.  My grandfather was right, I need to control the surging power in me or I could be just big destructive monster of my own self. I got goosebumps all over my body thinking about that.  I shuddered to the thought. I woke-up from my subconscious mind – back to reality.

I yawned, and then wiped my eyes with my hands before opening them. I saw dad sitting near the window. Legs crossed and seemed confused.  Zar, Khail, Haniel and Joey were having a heart to heart conversation. “Gee,” I said to myself.  “What an adorable creatures! They all looked physically well-built and attractive. Their features were flawless and they were youthful. No trace of fine lines.”

Haniel spoke to Joey. “I know it was you talking to Abigail momentarily ago. I could feel your spirit all over me to an extent but I refused to believe it was you considering of the borderline between the Holy Angels and the fallen angels. We are no longer blessed. We are doomed but I am pleased to see you again Joseph after all these years. You are still such a brave and great warrior! You fought hard side by side with Michael, the Archangel and cast us to earth.”  Joey smiled amiably, stepped forward, hugged Haniel and tapped his right shoulder then he face them all and uttered, “I am pleased to meet you all of you.”   They all nod their heads as sign of greetings and approval. Their faces were overflowing with joy.  I could see the halo forming above Joey’s head.

“After we were outcast by God for rebelling against him, I never have peace of mind. My mind was tortured. I regret the day that I joined the rebellion.  We all separated paths after burying the enormous treasures of the earth in the Red Sea but we still continue to communicate through telepathic messages. When we were outcast to the earth, a proportionate of the fallen angels did not follow Diablo’s agenda. We thwarted him.  We cried in the wilderness searching God’s forgiveness even though there is no forgiveness at all. And that’s the pain Joseph. No forgiveness.  We formed ourselves as legions of the fallen angels and established our headquarters in Shangri-La in Himalayas. After seeing the ravage of World War II, I decided to dig the treasures for propagation of mankind. I named John as the sole legacy. Through John, we started to rebuild the ravaged of wars and put-up a more solid foundations for human existence. We build this earth a beautiful place to live for humans. All treated equally and to enjoy whatever blessings God has put on this earth.  When Abigail was born, John instead bequeaths the legacy to Abigail. John loves his daughter so much and willing to sacrifice everything. John was brokenhearted when his wife, Bethany died after giving birth to Abigail. John saw Bethany in Abigail. Bethany was born in the person of Abigail. They looked exactly the same,” Zar stated.

Zar walked near the window, gazed outside then turn about face to Joey and continue his story. “When Abigail was born and they were still living in Tuscany, Italy, Haniel who has been protecting and taking care of Abigail noticed that Bethany would suddenly appear to watch his daughter. She would bring red roses and put the roses in a ceramic base. She would then put the vase with roses in a small wooden table near the crib of Abigail. She would sing an enchanting lullaby song.  This always happened in at 6 o’clock in morning for almost one month. Haniel would just leave them alone. One day, Bethany told Haniel that would be her last visit to see her baby. She was only granted a month to see Abigail. She told Haniel that every time she came to visit Abigail, there were bunch of demons who wanted to go near Abigail, trying to harm her but was not easy for them to draw near her. She warned Haniel to watch Abigail. Bethany kissed Abigail on her forehead with tears on her eyes. She bid goodbye to Abigail and Haniel and disappeared. Haniel never saw Bethany from that day on. John was preoccupied with his mission and he spent less time with Abigail. When John learned about this, he put Abigail in close protection, never leaving his eyes from her until the day he decided to have Abigail under the custody of Khail to perform his functions.”

The words of my grandfather really hit me like a dagger. Every time I heard about my mom it brings me to insanity. I wanted to scream loud. My heart bled. I really miss my mom.

“Dad,” I called John.  Dad went near me. Kissed my cheeks and hold my small hands. “Are you okay, baby?” Dad’s forehead wrinkled and bothered. I answered, “Yes, I am fine dad. Touch me I am whole.” Dad smiled. I stood up on my bed and hugged my daddy. He hugged me back. “Abigail, you know I love you much. You are the only treasure I have. I die if something bad happens to you.” “I love you too dad.”  Dad carried me then put me down when we were near Joey.  He introduced me to Joey.  I gave Joey a hi5.  Dad was amused. “You know him, Abby? I jumbled for some words…..”Errr , yes dad about few moments ago. He just appeared instantly in front of me without even alarming me. Joey scared the hell of me. I almost screamed in terror. I thought he was an alien. A handsome alien who wanted to kill me! Ha ha ha”  There was a roaring laughter among them.  I said to myself, “Gee they are all peppy.”

There was a moment of silent. The four angels stared with each other. Their faces demonstrated exuberant questions. They were speaking through their minds most of the time. They changed positions from time to time and their movements were choreographed. They were like magnetic objects attracted to each other. Dad and I were observing them. Dad was simply irritated and interrupted their mental conversation. “Dad, can you speak in the language of men? I cannot fathom what you are talking about. It is so absurd when you guys are just murmuring to yourselves. I am here and Abigail who are involved in this legacy.” They stopped their mental conversation for a moment the Joey nodded in agreement.  Zar began to question Joey. “Joey I am still befuddled of your sudden appearance. This is unprecedented. We don’t really expect that you will protect us from vendetta of Diablo. True we are only few in numbers compared to those rotten souls yet we still have our heavenly powers which Diablo’s minions did not possess. His minions can only cause harm to humans but not to us.”

“Bethany knew that her involvement with the fallen angels would put her daughter’s life in danger one day. Although Bethany did not possess spiritual powers, she had a gut feeling that it would happen. Almost every day, she prayed so hard that God would protect her daughter and would give her a special power to protect herself. Through her persistent prayers, she indeed touched God’s heart. I was sent to protect Abigail before she was born. I have been watching and protecting her without your knowledge. God has also given her a an extraordinary power.  That’s why I am here. No one can touch Abigail until the time comes for her to face her nemesis,” Joey told them.

My heart was racing fast to hear Joey’s story. Another tour de force of my life. I could sense that my body was shaking. I have to control the situation. I inhaled deeply and exhaled. Repeating this several times. Now I felt calmer and my brain was relaxed.

Joey glanced at me. He knew. He told me, “Relax Abigail.”   I nodded. Daddy sensed this too. He went near me and said, “It is almost  5 am Abigail. Are you ready for your first day of training?” I smiled and answered, “Yes I am dad with my full head gear on it.” I could hear them laughed. “Ha ha ha ha.” Dad said, “That’s my girl.”

  

  

Chapter XIII The Legacy:The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

High above outside the radius of the impenetrable wall, there were evil spirits sneaking around in different directions. Dancing, jumping, flying, and laughing. They were on mission to get information about Abigail and the fallen angels to feed their Master – Diablo. One thing, to destroy Abigail.  Diablo had its own chosen one, August. Diablo thwarted Zar, Khail and their offspring and the legions for stealing the incredible treasures. He wanted vengeance.  He promised that Zar or his son or Abigail could not get away from his wrath. He would see to it that they vanished from the surface of the earth and he and his minions would dominate the earth. Mankind would be his slaves till eternity.

The evil spirits were gnashing their teeth and their saliva was dripping.  Their wings were dark and velvety. The thorns on their heads were thick and long. They had tails and their eyes dark red and sinister. Their claws sharp and ready to strangulate any human forms! When they get closer to Khail’s mansion, they dived with a maximum speed but they were dismayed. They only smashed the wall.  Their bodies ached and they boomerang back to space. They scratched their heads in disbelief. Their nostrils emitted gray smokes while their tongue wagging and dripping with sulfuric saliva. Their mouths  were cadaverine smell like.

Abaddon scourged with anger and shouted; “This wall is protected with indestructible wall but how? No fallen angels can build a wall such like this. This is strange! We cannot enter the premises not unless we destroy this wall. I cannot decipher that these rotten angels who used to be our comrades in rebellion turn away from us still has the power to build this invincible wall. Impossible! I report this to Diablo. You, Alva and your followers destroy the wall that protects the mansion.  I must go now and see Master. I must tell him what I found out.” Alva, the devil who liked to tempt men proudly said, “Leave it to me. I can destroy that wall.  I play with the soul of John and he’ll be smitten by me. He needs lust! That is men’s weakness. Ha ha ha ha.”  She laughed scornfully. The devils were all enthralled with the assignment. “Bwahahahaha,” they all laughed in chorus, saliva dripping.

They wantonly wanted Abigail – the sole legacy to the enormous wealth of the fallen angels, perished. She was obstacle to their Master’s plan.  Diablo ordered to smash her to pieces while she was still young. He sensed that the power in her was surging and getting incredibly strong. He was afraid that when she reached the full grown stage, she would overpower him. He feared this to happen. August was not invincible. He was a weakling, a coward but he was greedy and selfish. Besides, an offspring of a fallen angel.  Greediness was the warterloo that Diablo is manipulating in him. Diablo was the author rebellion, of greed, despair, destruction, depression, sins and the likes.

Abaddon was about to flee back to the bottomless pit, the home of devils. But lo, Joey struck his wings with his flaming sword. Abaddon wings were broken and he fell down fast to the ground. “Bang.” His back hit the ground! He cried in anguish. That was a blitzkrieg strike from a warrior angel. Abaddon did not pre-empt it.  Joey squeezed more his stomach with his right foot  so that he couldn’t move.  Abaddon snarled and cursed Joey. “You, Joseph the warrior angel of might, it is not your territory to protect the fallen angels.  You only protect humans. Get out of my way. You fool. If ever Diablo learned what you have done to me, he would torment and crush you.”  Joey snapped, “You are wrong, Abaddon. Diablo can never torment me. He is scared of us warrior angels that is why he is hiding in that bottomless pit. Look at yourself – the once handsome cherub. The once handsome, Azriel! What have you done to yourself? You are so ugly. Your mouth smells death.  What happened to that handsome angelic face?” Abaddon did not speak a word. What Joey said was true. He was so dazzlingly handsome like Joey before but he chose this path. He had no choice. He was scared of Diablo, the Prince of darkness.  On the other, he liked what he was doing. Torturing men and implicating despair, frustrations, anxiety and grabbing so many souls to hell.  For him, this was a vendetta since he was cast in the bottomless pit.  Abaddon was still lying flat on the surface. Abbaddon growled every time Joey stepped on his stomach with great pressure.

“It was my mission to protect Abigail and every person that fall within Abigail’s perimeter. No information can yet reach your Master. No harm can be done. Not this time. Not this time.  I’ll bound you with chain and throw you in the abyss of Andromeda. Not even your Master of the darkness can find you there. Understood?” stressed Joey. Abaddon grumbled when Joey chained him, including his arms and broken wings. He cursed Joey. “You cannot do this to me.” You cannot do this to me. When I get loose in this chain, I see to it that I have my vengeance one day. I am going to destroy you. You mark my words.”  “I will meet that day, Azriel.” I meet you again in Armageddon. I defeated you in the battle of rebellion. I will defeat you again. You have no match to me.  He carried Abaddon up up in the air until they reached the galaxy.  Joey was traveling with the speed of light. His direction – to Andromeda, one of the most magnificent constellations in the galaxy!  Andromeda was only visible in the Northern Hemisphere of the earth.  When they landed Andromeda, Joey chained Abaddon in a rock beneath Andromeda’s surface. He then protected the surface with invincible wall so no evil could ever rescue him. He would free him one day and meet his wrath.

Meanwhile, Alva commanded to her evil comrades to break the wall. “One, two, three; go break the wall. Use your strength and your power. Bring to me John. I will tempt him.”  Hundreds of devils gleefully dived down, kicked, smashed, struck the wall with all their strengths.  Every time they hit the wall, they all bounced back to the earth’s atmosphere. Alva shouted once again, “You fools, break the wall. Show me your butts..har har har. Break the wall. I give you men and women as my reward. I can get you plenty of humans who like flesh.”  Her eyes were flaring and her tail wagging up and down. She whipped them! Cursed them! Kicked them! The devils hid their tails and bat-like wings for fear but they love the prize: flesh. “Go now, break the wall you idiots,” ordered Alva. So the devils swooped down. With their thunderbolt kick, an echoing and thunderous sound was created. It shook the ground. The uproar alarmed the fallen angels. They went outside to see what was happening. They saw billowing dark clouds in the sky. Hundreds formation of evils were just high above them. The clashing of their wings made a cacophonous sound. Zar ordered Haniel, “Keep Abigail safe. Diablo’s servants are here to destroy us. I send a message to the legions down in Shangri-La to be alert. They seem they want to start the battle right now.” Haniel went immediately to the room of Abigail. Abigail was sleeping soundly. Haniel stood by the window and in full combat gear. He kept his self alert if in case the devils ransacked Khail's mansion.  

“Khail tell your sons to position themselves and come back here. We have to take care of this mess!” Khail left and instructed his sons Mikhail, Darwin and Stephen to ready themselves. Within few seconds, Khail went back and joined Zar.  Khail in all his handsomeness was ready to take stride and kill the enemies. His elegant wings were spread. He was now wearing linen white dress. The dress he usually wore if there would be a battle. His right hand had a sword. A sword he treasured all the time. Zar was beside him. Also in full combat gear! He was wearing a white silky dress covered with metal armor in front and at the back. His sharp sword was ready to strike.  Zar closed his eyes and send a telepathic message to the legions in Shangri-La. The legions halted when they received the message. They too armored and position themselves. Their numbers could not match the population of the evil spirits and yet they were endowed with spiritual powers that evil spirits did not possessed.  Oblivious to them from the distance, Richard had been watching them vigilantly.   

In the veranda, John too heard the roaring sound. He ran fast toward Abigail’s room. He saw Haniel there and he saw Abigail sleeping as if nothing happened at all. He told, “Haniel, please watch my baby. I have to join dad.” “You don’t have to worry, John. No one can touch Abigial. Over my dead body." John immediately darted out. “Dad, they are here, pestering us again." “Yes, son, they are here.”

The dawn was breaking. The sun was beginning to peep from the horizon. On the ground, they could hear the devils smashing and hitting something hundreds of feet on the top of them and from time to time creating a thunderous sound. They could not comprehend why the devils just stay there on the top and it seemed like the devils were having a hard time attacking them.  They could only hear them wailing and cursing above them.  Zar said, “Their echoes would scare human. I need to check up there and stop them. Human should not see this debacle,” stated Zar.  John come with me, we need to stop them. Be careful, Alva is up there. That filthy demon never stops pestering you! “He never learned her lesson, dad. If he tried to touch Abigail again, I squeeze her until she just turned into thin smoke,” John snapped. "Khail stay here and wait for my signal." Khail nodded. 

Zar and John flew swiftly hundreds feet above the ground to the direction of the evil spirits when suddenly they bounced to a wall. They rebounded back few meters from the wall. “Unbelievable, this is not an ordinary wall, Jesus,” shouted Zar. Khail heard it below. He was stunned too. Zar murmured; “No wonder the devils could not get in, no matter how they try. “What do you mean, dad?” asked John. “This wall can only build by Holy Angels.” Zar was now excited and same time baffled. When Khail heard what Zar lamented, he flew up faster with all his might to try if there was really a wall.  He too rebounded back few meters away. Khail shouted, “God, we are protected by the invincible wall. Who did this? Who wants to protect us? Does this mean that our sins are forgiven already?” Khail was teary eyed and Zar too.

John didn’t know how to react. He was trying to digest everything they said. Above, just near them were hundreds of demons cursing. Alva was wagging her tongue at him but she could not do anything. She was hapless between the wall that blocked them. John touched the wall but there seemed no wall at all. Then suddenly, a warrior angel appeared before them. He was dressed in a white linen dress with sword in her right hand. He drew his sword up. Alva shouted, “Joseph, this is not your territory. You have no right to interfere. Stay away from this or I will not forgive you. John is mine to spread my nectar of lust. His daughter is mine to offer to our Master.”  If you can defeat me in a battle…John can be yours and his daughter. You know you can never defeat me. Oh poor Ava, remember you are a human whose soul fall to Diablo’s wanton desire of you. Many men lusted for you but thwarted you at the end. Men only want your for lust.  God punished you. You died of AIDS. Now you want to spread your virus. What a pity, Ava. Is that all you got? Carnal knowledge or flesh. This angered more Alva , “You, sonofabitch!”

Zar and Khail incredulously stared at each other. They could not believe in their own eyes to see Joseph, aka Joey. It has been long years. Their path separated during the rebellion. They stared to each other for few seconds with a wall between them. John stayed behind the two of them. He too was amazed to see a warrior angel just on top of them. So charming and dazzlingly ravishing like his dad and Khail. He just observed the interactions that would transpire of their meeting.   Joey looked at Zar and Khail and waved his sword. Zar and Khail nodded and waved back their swords.   A light from their swords met and it created a rainbow in the sky. Richard saw this in Shangri-La. He knew a compact was made between the warrior angels and the legions. Alva did not expect this event to occur. She sensed defeat. She screamed loudly. Her scream was echoing in the atmosphere. With one fast motion, she drew closed to Joey attempting to kick him forcefully and strangulate with her sharp claws. Joey avoided her. He flew above her. Joey grabbed her hairs and was about to drew his sword to behead her but instantly he halted. He saw Abigail levitating in the air. Her small body was flaming with violet and green chakras.  Her golden hairs turned platinum and waving with the winds. Her violet eyes turned red.  In her small hands a colored rainbow cannon ball was formed.  She was too strong that even devils were afraid to go near her. Her body was surrounded with chakras.  Abigail warned Alva, “You can never never harm my friends and all the people that I loved especially my dad or I will destroy all of you.” Alva answered, “You are just a small kid never scare the hell out of me. I can kill you right now, you boastful brat.” This agitated more Abigail. The power of her mind is more surging within her and her body emitted more chakras. Thousands of bright beaming lights were falling from the sky. Abigail ordered, “Kill those devils my beaming lights.” The beaming lights followed Abigail’s ordered. The devils fled away but the beaming lights ran towards their directions and hit them bull’s eye.Those who were hit vanished. Some attempted to hide among the trees, mountains, rivers, caves and oceans but the beaming lights kept on following them wherever they go. They wailed when they were hit and one by one the devils disappeared. Alva saw this and she was tensed now. She gnashed her teeth and screamed loudly. She tried to go closer to Abigail to strangulate her but the chakras were too much for her. She withdrew back. “You better go, I give you chance to live. Never bother us again,” Abigail instructed. Alva was about to leave but Joey struck her with a sword. She screamed. Her body was burned with fire from the sword. In few minutes she vanished in thin smoke. Abigail disappeared too.

John, Zar, Khail and including Joey were astounded of what they witnessed. John flew back to Abigail’s room. He found her sleeping soundly. He never noticed that Abigail’s spirit just returned back to her body. John was breathing fast. He was confused right now. He asked Haniel, “You never left Abby?”  “I never left Abby at all and was watching her all the time,” mumbled Haniel. “But I saw her a moment ago. She was levitating in the air and raging war with the devils. She killed all the evil spirits with those lights falling from the sky.”  That’s impossible. She was sleeping, John.”  Joey butt-in, “Abigail was not sleeping at all. She was playing with her mind again. What you saw was her spirit. She had astral projection when the compact was made. It made her more powerful.”

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

At first when I heard Haniel knocking at the door, I froze. I don’t want  him to see Joey. Then I heard Haniel called my name. “Abby, Abigail, is there somebody with you? I cannot pass through the door or come in through the wall.  It seems like somewhat is blocking me to come in through the door or the wall of your room. I can hear a voice of a man and that voice is familiar with me. Or are you the one playing games again with your powerful mind? You should be sleeping by now. You have a training tomorrow. That was a stern instruction from your dad.

I glanced at Joey with a quaint look.  “That’s Haniel, my soldier. He has been protecting me since I was a toddler. He can transform his self to any forms, like a doppelganger. You know doppelganger, right?  Most of the time, he is my Mojo, the cat. My whimsical cat! I guess he can sniff you are here but cannot determine who it is. He is a Goliath in size, more than your size. He is so huge and he’ll scare the hell out of you. I guess you better leave now. I don’t want anybody to see you here conspicuous to their prying eyes. The house will be in a total mess seeing a warrior angel. There might be a war inside this house between a warrior angel and fallen angels. So leave now, Uncle. I don’t want any chaos to happen or my dad would not forgive me at all,” I pestered Joey.

Joey I guessed found my remarks waggish that he just laughed at me as though I was a laughing stock. I felt insulted so when I looked at him one more time, my face frowned and my eyebrows meet together. Joey noticed my reaction. “You are indeed a kid! I won’t be scared to death of Haniel. Haniel won’t cause me harm or physical injury. Haniel knows me. Your room is blocked by an impenetrable wall that is why he cannot come in it although he is a spirit like me. This wall that I have formed cannot be destroyed by any evil spirits. The residence of Khail is very much protected by this invincible wall. No evil spirits can penetrate and can cause any harm to all of the people inside the house. I and my co-warrior angel, Richard also protects and surrounds Shangri-La with this celestial wall until the time that you are ready to face your nemesis. That invincible dwelling of Zar and the legions can be easily penetrated by the evil spirits. Satan has the power to destroy it.  Until the time that you are ready, we’ll break the wall. The Armageddon will come.  You have to face August gallantry and combat his evil plot. Your mind power is very powerful. That is your gift from Above.  How far you can manipulate him that basically depends on your strength and the will to do it?  August although megalomaniacal has its own weakness. You have to find that weakness in him."

I trembled about Joey’s message but I am decided to face the enemy because this is my destiny. Joey held my hands and said, “You’ll be alright Abigail. I will never leave you. I am your guardian angel. I was definitely so touched that I cried. Joey had to wipe away my tears. He whispered, “You are the prettiest girl with tears in your eyes.” This made me smiled and I hugged him tight again. “Calm down, opened the door for Haniel. I am sure he is worried. I’ll go airborne. I’ll be watching and guarding you just hundred feet from the distance. It is not yet time to reveal myself. The world looks good right now. Before Joey left, I hugged him again tightly. He caressed my blond hair and kissed my forehead then he disappeared in split second.

I heard still Haniel calling me. “Abigail my little sassy girl, Mojo is waiting for you. Can you let me in?”  I responded, “You can slip through the door or the wall.”  Haniel abruptly entered my room and he saw me lying on my bed appearing to be sleepy. I saw the puzzlement on his face. I can read through his mind he was questioning who was the man he heard talking momentarily a while ago.  I pretend not to notice his puzzlement or quizzical look. I told him I was sleepy. Haniel did not ask any further questions. He knew feeling sleepy was just a good riddance so no further questions could he ask from me. He went out of the room with poker face.  I have only like 4 hours to sleep, after which, I have to meet the sun rise in the East to have my first day of training.  My grandfather would be the one training me. What magic can my grandfather do for me? He’d trained me on discipline, how to use my mind power, and yoga. I find this training outlandish. I find meditation very boring topic. I wanted excitement and thrill, like a rollercoaster that could bring me into a swirling height. I want also to be trained in martial arts. I wanted to see myself to be like comic character with all the chakras overflowing from my small body.  In addition, I wanted to feel a cosmic power was forming from my mind, body and soul. So powerful that it could create one atomic bombing and bang, the ground of the earth shook with a great magnitude.  These were part of the illusive imaginations in my mind. My adrenalin rush was high. It made me excited. The excitement in me was immeasurable.  This kind of imagination was formed in my mind. My body temperature was increasing. The temperature in my room was scalding. I could hear my cologne, lotion and other liquid stuff burst in my room.  I told myself, “OMG, I need to control my feelings and the behavioral changes in my mind or all the things inside my room will burst. Everybody will get mad at me for not controlling my mind.” I calm down and relaxed. I inhaled and exhaled.  Repeating this for couple of times. After few minutes, my body temperate was back to normal. Suddenly, Joey was beside me instructing me to take it easy. I nodded.  “Abigail, you better sleep now,” he admonished me.

He disappeared from my sight in just a second. He went airborne again. He was suspended hundred feet above the ground just vigilantly watching over us. Outside the radius of the impenetrable wall, he could see the dark side of the night took its toll. In the beginning there was only darkness and void on the face of the earth until God decided to create light. He separated the light from the darkness.  The darkness was called night and the light, day. God was very much pleased of creating earth so He created man from His own image and likeness. Now the earth was turning into a mass of destruction. He was saddened. This was not God’s ultimate plan of propagating the earth. He was one of those warrior angels who fought against the fallen angels in times of rebellion. Joey was saddened to reminisce the past. Now Joey had a new task: to protect me. He sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes.  Even with closed eyes, his ears could pick signals of danger. His ears were like a radar actively monitoring any movements or any phenomena to occur.

Haniel went back to my room. I could see him out of my peripheral vision. He was behaving like one lunatic angel. His face was sinister looking. If you don’t know him much, you’d be frightened enough. He was walking back and forth. He saw some of my liquid stuff exploded. He picked them up and cleaned the mess I created. He knew I played my game again. He was not mad about it but he was for sure agitated of me not telling him the truth that Joey was inside my room. He knew that voice he heard. It was a familiar voice he heard thousands of years ago but he could not only abstract the truth. No fallen angels could build that wall. He was not settled for few minutes. He sat on a chair. His fingers playing on his chin. Trying to pull out the gravity from his brain. When his mind was settled, he stood-up and went near me. He kissed my nose and darted out of the  room. Haniel was so sweet! He truly loves me treating me like her darling kid.

I covered my face with a pillow so I could sleep deeply.  I don’t want to be disturbed again either by Joey or Haniel. Enough of one helluva experience today! Oh how I wish I was never born this way. I could live a normal child. Have fun with other kids. I have not encountered yet playing with kids like my age. That would be so fun giggling, laughing, running and fooling around. But I am not an ordinary kid that was the problem. They might find me weird and in the long run would slowly avoid me as though I have a dreadful disease. This thinking I really find outrageous. I could never live a very normal child.

I also thought about my mom. I had not seen her since I was born. She died after giving birth to me. Her heart was too weak to stand the labor pains. She knew that both of us could not survive the ordeal. She had to choose one best decision: to have me alive. She preferred to exit the world.  Thirty years of her life was good enough. She had to let me live and enjoy what the world offers for me. With few remaining of her breath, she asked her ob-gyn and his staff to let me live. They performed a caesarian operation.  When I was pulled-out from my mom’s womb, I loudly cried as if I would never see my mom forever of my entire life.  I was cleaned, dressed with a white cotton baby dress and was placed beside my mom. My mom cried when she kissed me then after few minutes, she was frozen as ice.  She was dead.  Mom had a coronary disease that she accumulated at the age of 10. A disease that she had been fighting for to survive! She was devastated of the death of her parents that half a portion of her life she found it hard to recover that loss. It stabbed her heart and the pain was almost incurable. Despite of this, mom courageously left the boundary of the past – the shattered memories, despairs and holes. They mend them together until she got out from the intricate passageways to see the light. When she fell in love with dad, that was the best light that she ever seen in her whole existence inspite of their age gap. I was conceived of that unconditional love. I was the best gift of mad to dad. I look exactly like my mom. Every time dad saw me, he saw mom in me. I was the perfect replica of mom.  I sobbed thinking about this….then I fell to sleep.

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

In the veranda, John stood-up to stretch his body. His torso was well sculpted with firm muscles and abs. John was physically fit and healthy at his late forties. He could still be the subject of women’s fantasy. Any adorable and lusty women would desire him. Aside from being gorgeous looking, he was a symbol of opulence and power.  When his father, Zar and the fallen angels acquired the hidden treasures, he began to build a fiefdom. The blueprint of the transition was meticulously planned and laid out so no single loopholes could be the cause of its downfall in preparation to the advent of his nemesis, August.  He had established conglomerate businesses- a combination of two or more corporations under one structure such as oil, shipping, steel, aircraft, cars, hospitals, cellphones, software  and  hardware, etc.  He constructed myriad of skyscrapers and towering buildings all over the world.  The head of the different countries respected him at the same time feared him. His influence in political and economic structure was too contagious. The political leaders need his support to stay in power nonetheless, John thwarted the corrupt and greed leaders. He'd found a way to topple down the corrupt leaders. He spoke with authority, being half of angel. He was a rainmaker of his own kind. He employed millions of people all over the world and treated his employees fairly. Under his companies, social welfare was practiced. There was quality of life-free housing, free hospitalization, and free traveling expenses in a year and the likes. Racial discrimination or apartheid was prohibited. Each one should be treated equally and has his fair share. It was his Draconian rule.   He sent the downtrodden free from their oppressors and providing them jobs to start a new life. He feed the hungry and gave them dwelling especially living in the poverty stricken countries. He was admired by many but hated by devilish leaders.

Yet he had maintained his magnanimity despite of his financial standing because for him he was just an instrument to execute what his father desires and the legions of the fallen angels. 

John was still entangled of the series of memories of the past. He was unconscious what was happening inside Abigail’s small sanctuary. He was thinking of Bethany, Abigail's mom.

John happened to stumble upon Bethany in Nigeria when his Josephnus Group of Companies was constructing a 30 story Hotel Building. Bethany was a LDS missionary in Nigeria. As part of her religion, she was missioned to Kenya, the poor district in Nigeria for a community service and proselytizing. She would almost complete “the best two years of her life” of her missionary work when she got sick of some heart ailment. She kept this in his heart not informing the Church of the status of his health. She only want to finish the two years of her missionary work so she could fly back to Utah, USA.  One day, while on community service, Bethany felt a sudden severe pain stabbing her heart.  She asked permission from the kids to leave and bade goodbye. While on the way back to her Church she collapsed on the street. The beating of her heart was too weak including her pulse rate. Her face was colored purple. A Good Samaritan from the crowd called an ambulance. She was transported to the hospital. She was pronounced between life and death when her body reached The Aga Khan Hospital in Kenya. She was only 28 years old. Too young to die!

John was disturbed about the commotion when he passed the emergency room of the hospital.  As part of his philanthropic role, he was making ocular inspection of the hospital facilities and immediate needs to cater to patients health needs.  He also brought high tech equipment to donate for the hospital use to improve the delivery of health services. Out of his curiosity, he halted in front of the emergency room. With permission of the attending physician, he went inside. Bethany was under the life resuscitation support. The chance to live was very slim according to the stout attending physician. The members of the LDS Church were inside when John entered.  John found Bethany in a pitiful situation and at the same time, his heart bled for her. He said to his self “She is too young to enjoy the the possibilities of life.” Although Bethany was in ashen and frail figure, Bethany was ravishing with blond curly hair, porcelain Caucasian skin. The contour of her face was a blend of Marilyn Monroe. Her lips had thin lines.  He knew instantly he was love-struck. His heart never beat this way before.  With permission from the LDS leaders, he carried Bethany. Sneaked at the back where no conspicuous eyes could see them and up up and away, he was airborne with Bethany with him.  In split second, he was in Shangri-La. John laid down Bethany in a bed covered with white silk sheet in a sacred sanctuary. The bed was decorated with white and red petals of roses including the ground. The sanctuary smelled roses. The sanctuary was heavenly scent.  The angels began to gather around. Zar was watching his son. He had never seen John so upset and concerned when it comes to women before. This time Zar knew that John liked the ashen face girl.  Zar just watched John’s ritual silently. He loved his son dearly and whatever pleased him, he was pleased too. John kissed her forehead gently and breathe into her nostrils. A miracle occurred. Bethany was resuscitated to life. Her heart began to beat normally including her pulse rate. Her face was turning red. The bloods in her veins were pumping oxygen to her weak heart once again. Bethany opened her eyes slowly. The image was quite blurry. Bethany closed her eyes again.  While trying to close her eyes, Zar and the fallen angels hide themselves from Bethany in just half seconds. When Bethany opened her eyes this time, he saw a dashing guy in front of him.

Bethany was shocked. “Who are you? Where am I?” “Don’t be afraid. I won’t harm you. I took you from the hospital from Kenya and bring you over here. You had a mild stroke. You were under life resuscitating support when I happened to see you inside the emergency room sort a bit in lifeless form. You were battling between life and death.  The chance for you to live was minimal as declared by your attending physician," stressed John. 

“Oh really? The only thing I remembered was that I collapsed in the street and nothing else but in my unconscious state, I was traveling inside the tunnel. I was traveling in the abyss of time, in the dark passageway. Everything was dark. I could not see anything. My body was floating as though I was flying.  At the end of the tunnel, there were two holes that I could see. One was dark; the other one there was a shining beaming light but I don't know where the light came from.  I choose the hole where there was light but a man suddenly pulled me back to the present time so I woke-up and was shocked to see you standing in front of me. I thought that you were that man I saw in my unconscious state,” declared Bethany.

“So where am I really?” demanded Bethany. “You are in Shangri-La in the Himalayan Mountains. My family lives here. This place is paradisiacal. Very peaceful, quiet and far from the realities of the world,” John replied. How did I come here from Kenya? Kenya is too far from Shangri-La. It takes long boring hours to travel like I have experienced a long boring hours traveling from Utah to Nigeria. Don’t tell me that you are superman, my favorite comic character. Besides, you look one. You look awesome and enigmatic.  Did you fly me from Kenya?  Bethany was bombarding John with questions.

John blushed. Bethany was young almost 15 years her junior and very inquisitive. “Of course, I am superman, your superhero. I fly you here from Kenya just to revive you back to life.”  “Oh thank you, superman for saving my life. I have been sickly these days. I find it hard to breathe exactly. I thought it was just stress. I did not inform my ministry of my health condition because I want to finish my two years of community service before I go back to Utah. I find joy in serving. I love to hear the kids laughing and giggling. I love to play with them. I became an orphan at the age of 10. My parents died due to fire accident. They were burned alive. I grew up with my grandparents at my mother’s side. I don't have any siblings. I could have one if my mother was not burned in that fire.  My journey has been lonely. It was a pain knowing I’d never see my parents again and feel their love. We were one happy family. I am sad my health is deteriorating. Maybe I have few years to live. Can you let me go back to Kenya, to our Church? The Church might be worried about me,” said Bethany.

“I asked permission from you Church leader when I brought you here.  My name is John Josephus. What’s yours?” John asked. “My name is Bethany. Bethany Caldwin. John Josephus your name you say? The powerful John Josephus? Oh gracious, what a small world. Wow, my pleasure to meet you, Sir. Oh sorry for that joke that you are  superman, my superhero. I was just kidding. I have this illusion about superman. That I can meet a chivalrous guy one day... Forget about it, Sir. But did you really fly me here? Oh forgive me Sir, I am nutty at times. I’d like people smile when I talk to them. I guess I have to return to Kenya. Could you? Please Sir I need to go back,” Bethany pleaded. Bethany could be one voracious talker sometimes.  Kids loved and enjoyed every moment with her. She never ran out of stories. She had a funny bone.

“Okay, I will bring you back to Kenya, Bethany. I need to bid goodbye to my parents. Come with me.”  John held Bethany’s hand. Her hands were not soft. There was some sort of roughness. John sensed that Bethany was using her hands doing humanitarian works and light labor as part of her community service. She was not the type of girl who pretended to be socialite and a gold digger. She was not either wearing make-up or sexy dress to attract men. She was simply an ordinary girl but for John, she was a princess and John wanted Bethany to experience at least a life of a princess with a fairy tale ending.

On the other hand, Bethany was amazed about John’s abode. The architecture was that like a picturesque of celestial kingdom which she found in books. The place was colored white and the taste was so dainty. There were sculptures mostly of angels and Jesus Christ. They were made of gold and silver. The abode was so large at the grand scale but he could not found any human beings living.  Oblivious to her, there were angels scattered inside the place all wearing white linen sheets or silk wrapped around in their spiritual bodies.  She found the place calm and quiet. When they reached the garden, Zar was into archery. His favorite sports. He could hit bull eyes the target with grace. Ayumi was sitting eating grapes while watching Zar. As they walked towards them, thousands of butterflies with kaleidoscope colors were dancing around Bethany. Bethany was dazed. Then the butterflies slowly disappeared. They left silver dust floating in the atmosphere. The garden was full bloom of roses- red, puce,  white, yellow, blue, violet, vermillion,, yellow green and pink. Bethany have never seen these splendid colors before.  Bethany was so enchanted that she picked one red rose. She loved roses and she had garden of roses back home but not like this one in Shangri-La. 

“Mom, Dad, this is Bethany,” John introduced Bethany to his parents. “Come Bethany, sit beside me,” said Ayumi. Bethany obediently sits beside Ayumi. “How are you feeling now?” asked Ayumi. “I guess I am doing good at the moment. I thank you for saving my life.”  “You thank my son, dear. He saved your life,” stressed Ayumi. Bethany bowed her head then slow raised and looked to the direction of John. “I thank you again, Sir. How can I repay your kindness? I can be your servant after my two years of community service.”

“You don’t have to repay me. You don’t have to be my servant. It is my obligation to help you and others if they are in the same situation as you.  You don’t owe me anything, Bethany.” John reacted. “Mom, Dad we have to leave now. I must bring back Bethany to Kenya. Her Church might be upset now of her situation”.

“You have my blessings Bethany.” said Zar. Ayumi added, “You are always welcome here my child. John you have to take good care of her. I know that you have a special feeling for her for you won’t bring that beautiful child here.” Bethany's cheeks turned rosy red when she heard that statement.  She felt uneasy and cold sweat gushing from her forehead.  John was really dashing and every time their eyes met, she was melting like an ice cream. Her heart was racing fast. It was Amor Vincit Omnia for Bethany or love conquers all. She never felt like this before when it came to love. Although she had some crushes before that was pretty infatuation. This time she knew it was love at first sight. She could not take away her eyes from this good-looking creature he met today.

John noticed that Bethany from time to time would glance at him. When their eyes met, Bethany would instantly avoid his glance. John mused of her reaction. John held Bethany’s right hand with his left hand when they went outside of the dwelling. Bethany’s hands were trembling a bit. She bit her lips to control the trembling of his body.

“Bethany, do you want to fly? Just imagine I am superman, your comic super hero,” stated John. Bethany looked quizzically at John. “Sir, I was just kidding when I asked if you are superman. You know sometimes I am nutty as a fruitcake. I love to fantasize things as though they are real. At least, it helps me to me a peppy person,” answered Bethany. “Let me hold your hand firmly. Close your eyes and imagine we fly the sky, the universe. Just imagine that way, okay?” John instructed.

Bethany closed her eyes and she felt John’s hand holding her right hand firmly. She sensed that her feet were no longer touching the ground and he sensed too that she was floating without the gravity pulling her body down. She got excited that she slowly opened her eyes. She was shocked to see the small buildings below. She screamed loudly. Bethany was scared to be in great heights. There were butterflies in her stomach. She glanced at John. John saw that she was frightened so he immediately pulled him closed to him and embraced him tightly.  Bethany’s head was on John chest. Her golden hair smelled roses. John so loved Bethany closed to him. He wanted to kiss her yet he controlled his feelings. 

Bethany, “You’ll be alright.”  The fear of Bethany slowly subsided. She spoke softly, “So you can really fly and you have brilliant feathery wings. Are you an angel?”  “I am not a pure angel. Half-angel, half human! My dad is an angel, oh rather fallen angel. You heard the story about the fallen angel right waging war against God and they were cast to earth? My mom is human. Out of the seed conceived between angel and man, I am more of  an angel. There is no need for you to fear, you are safe with me.” John assured Bethany.  “You can now open your eyes. We are now going to land Kenya,” John said. When Bethany opened her eyes, they were standing in front LDS Church. Bethany gasped, “That was too fast”. 

Chapter X The Legacy: The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

John’s mind was still preoccupied of the past events, never yet knowing what was happening in my room. Meanwhile in my room, Joey was still pacifying my  panicky feeling  He saw my small body shook in fear. I had never been acquainted with this remarkably gorgeous figure now wearing denims, white collared shirt and leather sandal. Plus factor, his hair well groomed. Although he was ravishing and had a great taste in dressing,  in my conspicuous eyes, my first impulse was not to trust this compulsive guy drawing near me. For me, he might be a devil disguising before me but his long thick thorns were hiding behind his forehead and sharp claws ready to strangle me. 

When Joey tried to go near me, I almost screamed. Joey was startled that he had to cover my mouth softly with her hand. “Shhhhh, don’t be frightened. I am Joey. You’ll send the whole house in chaos if you shout,” Joey whispered. I was still tensed. “Don’t ever touch me. I don’t know who you are. What planet you came from! Or you are an alien disguising to be a macho man. Just leave before I do something bad to you. Just leave now,” I was pointing the door and spoke in a low manner of voice.   Joey whispered back, “I am not evil as what you think or a bogeyman.  I am a warrior angel not a fallen angel like your grandfather or Khail. I, your grandfather and Khail were once comrades in the celestial kingdom before they waged war against God. I have been watching you since you were a toddler. Your father doesn’t know about this nor Zar nor Khail. They cannot sense me, they cannot see me. My powers are stronger than them and stronger than you. But you are the chosen one. That is your destiny so I am here to protect you too.  This is  the high time that you have to see me in flesh.” My violet eyes usually turned flaming red if I got excited, enthralled or smelled danger. This time my eyes turned flaming red of what I’ve heard. When my eyes turned to flaming red, I could become destructive, which I still could not manage to control!  Once I thought of destructions, one colossal debacle would happen. I was dangerous specie in this side that I must learn to use that bad side to fight against evil forces. I was wangling to control that demons in me. 

“Don’t try anything foolish kid or create any destructible behavior or I’ll gonna make you blind and I mean it indeed. You can never utilize your eyes again, stubborn kid,” warned Joey. I stiffened from his ominous warning. His voice was full blown authority, more powerful than the voice I heard from Zar. Joey’s voice sent pallor of chills down my spine. The more I shuddered. I couldn’t control the fear deep inside me. Joey could see that.  I was frozen and I found it hard to move. I felt my face ashen and the cold sweat dampened my skin. I was staring blankly to Joey. I  could decipher how this ravishing man could scare the hell out of me.  The message was clear to me. It was a kiss of death. I began to inhale, exhale to relax my trembling body. To calm myself,  I began of think that I was walking in the garden of paradise where I can hear the chirping of birds.  I was wearing white silky  gown dress and picking up red roses, daffodils, daisies and violets. Near the marbled fountain I saw my mother, Bethany smiling charmingly. She was too elated to see her lil daughter. She had a golden curly hair like mine. Mystical outline of face, her features defined  more of me.  Out of my illusion, I saw my mother for the first time.  She was running towards me with a bouquet of red roses ….then I heard a voice speaking to me.

“Come child, hold my hands,” commanded Joey. I obeyed him and hold his soft wamth     hands.  “What do you feel?” he asked. “Calmness of the spirit, calmness of the mind,” I replied. Yes, I felt there was essence of peacefulness when I hold his hands. It is beyond my comprehension to explain.  “Great, as long as I am with you and you are with me, you will feel tranquility. You don’t feel troubled, no dystopia in your human mind. This is how life is in the celestial kingdom of our creator. Peace is omnipresent. Not here on earth, not with the fallen angels. There is no forgiveness to their sins but I know God has mellowed down for them who were trying to return to the folds of God. You are the product. God knows your destiny before you were born. I was missioned to watch over you. In short, I am a warrior angel but your guardian angel too.  One warrior angel will be coming soon. We will make a compact with the fallen angels when the right time comes. God has given you the power of the mind to control matters and set things in motion yet you have rational mind, you have a deliberate free will, you have all the liberty to choose – either doing good or either doing bad. I am here to give light to your directions so that you will not go astray.” Those were the words of wisdom from Joey!


I pulled my eyebrows together in quizzical mood. I had encountered many melodramas these days. I was the tour de force in these melodramas.  I was the main actress. Every page of it became so thrilling and exhilarating. I am that force to be reckoned with.  Since I was the main actress in this play, then I have to play my role with great performance. Subterfuge  was the only name of my game at mind.  I expected that more surprises would unfold soon packed with actions and suspense. I had been surrounded with fallen angels protecting me since birth. Now, a warrior angel was right beside me ready to clash the enemies with all his might. His words of wisdom touched the deepest soul my existence. I should now be ready to fight with all my powers the enemies. I chose what was right and the lesser evil.  


The phenomenon that revolves my life were getting too complex. These angels were preparing me to the battle of Armageddon. Are we going to win this war?  The question that befuddled my mind right now. I was only six years old. Why me of all the seeds of the fallen angels? How long more years that we have to prepare for the next Armageddon? Should I be ready then when that time comes?  There were more evils swarming everyday and they were getting uncontrollable. Men liked the ways of evil because that was more easy to gain power and authority. There were numbers of questions playing on my mind. I shuddered to the thought then looked back to Joey. 

Yet, as little kid my emotions could be easily appeased. I walked towards Joey and  hugged him tightly. He reciprocated my hug with warm embraced. He lifted me up in one swift motion. I felt like I was floating. I felt like I could fly. I was amazed. He slowly removed his hands on my small body. Now I was floating like a balloon. I told him, “I can’t fly I have no wings.”  “You can fly Abigail like the fallen angels. You once levitated in this room when you were mad. You made the objects fly. Think that you can fly, what is in your mind is your reality,” he explained.  I followed Joey’s instruction. I contemplated that I was like a balloon floating lightly inside the room. I spread my arms as though my wings.  I filled the spaces in the room. I flew from one corner to another. I felt something unusual. I felt that two small wings were coming out from my ankles. When I somersaulted I saw a small feathery white wings flickering back and forth. I started to giggle and laughed. I lost my concentration; I fell down at the arms of Joey.

“Uncle, I can fly,” I exclaimed exuberantly. “Hahaha, yes you can”, laughed Joey. “One favor Abigail. Don’t call me Uncle.  In heaven, they call me Joseph. Just call me Joey or Joe. I don’t grow old. I did not earn tons of fine lines on my face all these years,” smiled Joey. “Okay, I’ll call you Joe from the now,” I emphasized. There was rapture all over the room.

Haniel heard our laughter. He wanted to pass through the door but he just couldn't go through. There was a barricade. There was a wall preventing him, a wall that he was familiar with thousand years ago. A wall that only the warrior angel of God could ever formed. This wall was impenetrable for the fallen angels. He attempted once to go to Heaven to ask forgiveness but he was blocked by the invisible wall which meant to say that his action was never condone henceforth, he went back to earth. This was the same wall that blocked my room. He shivered of the thought. He wanted to call the attention of Zar, Khail and my father in veranda who was busy lingering on the past events. Haniel instead changed his mind. He listened one more time, he could still hear me giggled. He was anxious of what I was doing. He knocked at the door...