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

I heard a knock on the door. “Yes daddy.”  “Can I come in”, asked dad. “Sure dad,” I answered.  “Wow, my baby is a grown-up girl now. Very pretty and attractive. Your physical appearance is exactly like your mom in so many ways.  If I can only hold time in a bottle, I would still like to cuddle you like a baby. Yet no one can hold on the time. Not even in the palm of my hands. We can only reminisce what had passed. Some of the memories might have been buried already in oblivion. The only difference when I gaze at you, the memories of your mom lives on.” I saw the sadness in his angelic face.  In the depths of my being, I commiserated with him. Dad kissed me in my forehead. He smelled musk perfume. I could not trace tons of fine lines on his forehead nor silver hairs on his head at his 50’s. He was physically youthful with still strong muscular muscles. His eyes were radiantly green and nocturnal. I always love the color of his green eyes. Some people were afraid to look straight into his eyes. Those eyes represent power. His resemblance was a striking similarity of grandfather. They were mistaken as twins sometimes though. I put a big smile on my face of his comments. I drew near him, gave him a peck of kiss and spoke softly, “I love you daddy.”

“Do I have a training again?” I blurted. “Dad, grandfather trained me for almost 6 years of my life. I don’t have a life of my own since I was small. I need to live a normal life like any other kids. Have fun, go to school, have friends, maybe boyfriend. My entire life has been surrounded with angels. I never had a chance to mingle with humans.  I feel like bird imprisoned inside the cage with no freedom to choose what I ought to be. I am envious of those young pretty teens in the neighborhood. They enjoy life.  At night I can hear them titillated discussing about fashion trends, hairstyles, make-up, and of course dating. When they talked about crushes, they all giggled and pinched each other. I guess it is normal for teenagers to have crushes.” I snapped., 

“Ops that was a touché Abby. You are squawking too much. We have already set rules for you until you are at the right age. Dating is anathema to the rules imposed. Dad could not hide his irritation. When I saw that on his face I cringed. “Your grandfather went back to Shangri-la with Joey and Richard this morning. They have important agenda to put into consideration. It was very urgent! Today is your last day of training with your grandfather,” dad underscored. I jumped jubilantly and shouted. “ Ye-hey!" Dad interrupted me.  “Hush Abby. We are not done yet.” My shoulder sagged when I heard this. “Common Abby, follow me.”  I was hesitant to follow him. My inside was boiling, fists closed. My reaction started the stuffs in my room to jerk in slow movements. “There you go again Abby. Stop it!” Dad warned me. I inhaled deeply and said, “Back off.” The objects stopped moving. “Good girl! Just follow me downstairs,” dad ordered.

I obediently followed him downstairs. When we went outside, I saw my whimsical cat, Mojo. His tongue was wagging and saliva dripping. He was exhausted running after those butterflies scattered and flying everywhere. Their kaleidoscopic sets of colors were immensely an attraction to the surrounding.  “Mojo, you cannot catch them unless you fly or use a net or unless you want to be in your original form.  I reminded him. He grinned at me and wiggled his tail.  He immediately transformed back to an angel.  Haniel, the giant figure was now in front of me. I hugged him. I always do hug in appreciation for his untiring love for me.  The butterflies flocked all over him. I laughed at him. “Gee, they thought you are a sweet flower. They are hungry and looking for nectars to suck Haniel.” “Oh me? Oh no. I am not a flower. I am your soldier." He acted like a little kid and mimicked a small fragile voice. Seeing him acting this way, I giggled. Haniel giggled too  and  laughed loud. Dad was amused with us that he laughed too. “Shoo, flock to the trees.” I commanded the butterflies. They all flew back to the cherry trees. Their wings sparked brilliantly against the rays of the sun. I turned the butterflies back to light pink, light green and white cherry petals. Cherry blossoms still look awesome in summer. The beauty of nature is beyond description. The surfaces were still covered and scented with red roses. I collected about 50 red roses, threw them up in the air and turned them into white doves. The white doves flew in a V formation.

I saw Khail, my surrogate father and my siblings, Mikhail, Darwin and Stephen coming towards us. Khail’s sons were the only siblings I have. I considered them my siblings and my other true bloods since part and parcel of my life was growing up with them. They, as I would describe in a simple term were just right with me unequivocally protecting and loving me as their own. They were part of my system. I had a great fun with them under their father’s custody. I absolutely appreciate all the wonderful things they have done to me. My siblings waved their hands at me and I waved back. Mikhail was exactly my dad’s age. I was much closer to him. When he was near me, he embraced me and said, “Hmm my sissy. You are a big girl now. Time fly so fast. Look at you, you are sexy and beautiful.” I blushed. Mikhail always knew how to flatter me. Khail softly touched my shoulder. I turned around and hug him. I love this guy so much. He had sacrificed so many things for me as the sole legacy.  There was a spontaneous flow of emotions among us and a moment of silence. I could sense that I would be leaving Japan soon. The hairs in my skin rose. Japan had always been my home sweet home. 

Dad began to speak.  “Abby, we plan a game, sort of a cunning device to test your ability skill. If you pass this test, we all move to Paris where my headquarters is located. We will leave Japan. I will expose you to new world and the secrets of the incredible treasures. The richest of the world! The power and the glory! You will bequeath these as agreed upon by the legions at the age of 18.  I promise that you will taste a little bit of normal life like going to school, have friends or whatever you desire to do as long as it is with the limitations of the rules.  If you fail this test, I send you to Shangri-La for another re-training.”  “Dad, by saying “we” you mean including Khail and his sons? Including Haniel?  Just a point of clarification,” I said. “Yes we all leave to Paris only if you pass this test,” dad emphasized. I was satisfied of the answer. I don't want to go to Paris without the precious people who had been sacrificing their lives and time with me. "Satisfied?" asked dad. I nodded my head and smiled. "Oh daddy, I am very pleased. Thank you so much." "As long as it makes you happy Abby, I am happy too."

Whether I pass the test or not is big question mark for me. I knew it would be a deceptive test. My heart started to leap and bounce. I love games according to my desire. I love to manipulate scenarios according to my will. I don’t want to go back re-retraining with grandfather. Not that I hate training but it is my burning desire to experience how it is to have a normal life even for a fleeting time. I was challenged to past this test and I must.    Dad noticed that I was tensed. “Relax Abby! I assure you can pass this test. Just use your good judgment not more playing on your heartstrings.  You are the main character in the story. You are the superhero. You'll go on a mission. You'll be only given one day to accomplish the mission. Your siblings would be the support characters. They are going with you. Haniel won't go with you in this mission or Khail or me. Let's discuss the details. Abby."

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

“Abigail, meditate on the power within you in the physical realms. In your spiritual world, that could be easily manifested but in the physical universe, you always have to choose which the lesser evil is. Think positively. Rid of those negative thoughts. Remember your mind is your reality. Think of the good intentions and manifest them in your physical world.” I could hear every word grandfather utter in the early dawn of the sweet September morning. September is the last month of summer in Japan. My sweats glittered like diamond beads. They were falling down my face. I had no intention of wiping those sweats.  The climate was muggy rising to 86°F. Oh training, discipline and meditation, we almost do this for couple of years. I now master the mind power that includes the subconscious mind. I could blend them together in one realm but I don’t limit this realm as just a quantum jumping or there is an alternate universe.  Mine is a congenital power for part of my seed was that of an angel.

I am standing in the center of the circle. I have to keep myself intact within the circle. I could not go out or stepped the white line or I’ll be grounded. I hate being grounded. Grandfather would punish me severely under the intense heat of the sun without using any of my power. He would let me sit steadily and concentrate more. My brain got screwed sometimes. I got tired and drained too. I always want to live a normal life like any other kids in town.  Sometimes I rebelled against the imposition on me.  I remembered one time I sent the wind blew in the opposite direction. It resulted to a twister. Cumulonimbus clouds formed in the sky and a violent pressure winds were swirling down to the earth’s surface.  I was actually rebelling inside with my eyes closed. I didn’t realize that grandfather, Zar, Joey, Richard, Khail and his sons were already in commotion.  Daddy shook me and said, “Stop it Abigail. Oh Jesus, stop it. Calm your nerves before you destroyed the neighboring towns. ” I opened my eyes. I shuddered to what I see. All dark and the twister were forming towards direction east. I saw Khail and Mikhail driving the wind back to its former direction. Zar and Joey were airborne destroying the cumulonimbus clouds. Richard, Stephen and Darwin were blocking the winds not to travel east. Daddy scorned me. His eyes were furious. He was mad. “Abigail, you created this catastrophe. Do something about this. I can forgive your stubbornness but I can’t condone you if many people get hurt and die.”  That was the first time I saw daddy goaded with anger. I got tensed. I trembled.  I got the message. I know how he cared about human beings.

I embraced daddy to soothe his anger. He looked straight into my eyes while holding my shoulders. “Do something my baby.” In one great speed, I was airborne.  I was suspended in motion hundreds of feet from the ground. The winds were getting stronger and I could see that the angels were having a hard time combatting the winds not to travel east. The skies were turning darker. From time to time there were electronic discharges in the skies that I knew sent a panicky feeling to the people at the neighboring town. There were crashing booming sounds caused by thunders. Thunders shook the earth. I have few minutes left to correct my blunder or these angelic creatures of God and my dad would never forgive me at all. “Oh my God, I said to myself. Help me to correct my blunder.”  An instant ignition came to my mind like a light bulb. I sat in a yoga position and closed my eyes. I murmured, “You the winds of west Japan, where you sow your fruit there, return to the west. You west wind, disentangled yourselves from the east wind.” I could feel some resistance from the winds. I concentrated again and ordered, “You west winds disentangle yourselves from the east wind or I will destroy you and you’ll never sow your fruit again here on earth.”  There was still resistance. I concentrate more pulling all the chakras within me. I then stood up and raised my arms and released the chakras within me. I commanded the chakras to destroy the cumulonimbus clouds that cause the twister. There was violet uproar in the skies. The cumulonimbus clouds released rains but I was quick to command the rains to disperse. The west wind and the east wind separated from each other. I told to the west wind, “Back off.”  The west wind back off and returned to the western part of Japan. Suddenly, the sun pops out from the clouds smiling beamingly telling me, “Good job Abby.” 

“Abigail” I heard grandfather calling me. My mind returned to the present. “Yes grandfather,” I answered. “What do you have in your mind,” asked grandfather. “Oh nothing grandfather. Just reminiscing memories from the past,” I said. “Those stupid things I have done in the past, grandfather. Ha ha ha ha,” I laughed. Grandfather smiled radiantly at me. “Those were no stupid things granddaughter. Those were powers out of proportion. Out of …let me say your liking doing it.” “Yeah grandfather. It was like a game to me, that whatever I want, I want to do it. At present, I know the difference. When to use it, when not to use it!”   I have one exercise for you before our training ends. This is the most magnificent thing that you did in your years existence,” he emphasized. “What do you want me to do, grandfather?” I was excited. Thrilled came to me that moment he mentioned it. I like challenge. Whether I can beat it or not!  “Turn the petals of cherry blossoms to butterflies,” he commanded. My eyes turned big and my face glow. I could still remember how I turned the petals into butterflies. “Yes grandfather, I can do it right away.” With one instant moment, the petals of the cherry blossoms turned to butterflies with different colors – blue, red, brown, violet, yellow, black, white, orange and multi-colorful butterflies. They were flying all around.  Then I turned the dry leaves to red roses-the favorite color of my mom. The angels were awed of what they see in the surroundings. It was splendid and like a paradise. I told myself, “If this world could be a better place like this.” 

Training was often exhilarating. I returned to my room to take a shower. The dripping of the water all over my body sent a relaxing sensation.  I soaped my body with a rose-perfumed scent.  I was in my puberty stage. I have noticed that I was undergoing physical and psychological changes. My breasts were fuller and a spurt in my height. Now I stand 5’ 6” at my age of 12.  I was tall at 12.  I was getting a sexy figure with a little curve in my waist.  This could  caught the attention of guys if I was exposed.  Pubic hairs were growing too that I needed to shave my armpit to get rid of those unwanted hairs. Physically, I was more of human but what encompasses me most was more of spiritual being. When I looked at myself in a mirror, my physical appearance was more likely of my mom. My violet eyes flaring and turning to red if I sensed emergency.

I touched my reflection in the mirror. I was extremely beautiful, like a goddess but I was the dangerous specie on earth to our nemesis, August. I, Abigail Josephus aka Therah Smith would have to face him soon. How soon? I knew that somewhere in Syria they were readying for a war with us. I don’t have nuclear weapons that August have. Mine, was subterfuge. 

Chapter XV The Legacy: The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

It was one refreshing morning after I took my bath. I preferred to wear pink jogging pants, white cotton Lacoste t-shirt and a sporty white sneaker. I tied up my long blond hair with a pink ribbon to match the color of my jogging pants notwithstanding, so that my hairs would not get entangled over my face during training. I gazed myself in the mirror. I was just a kid but I felt I was grown-up inside. I saw daddy behind me. He was awesome with his sporty navy outfit. He brought along with him towel and water. He was tagging along with me making sure that everything would gonna be all right.  “Common Abigail, let’s go outside. Your grandfather is waiting for you,” dad said.

My heart was racing fast as we stepped outside the mansion. I breathe deeply as I walked towards grandfather. He was smiling charmingly at me. He was in his sublime nature. Only wearing linen white dress and leather sandals. His appearance was somewhat that of Roman Caesar. He looked dignified in his dress. I saw Khail and his sons, Mikhail, Darwin and Stephen on the other end near the brook. They all sat in yoga position. Eyes closed and concentrating on their inner powers. I believe that sitting position was for meditation.  As I drew near grandfather, I heard a loud splashing sound of water. I halted. I saw bodies of water rose about 10 feet high. The water was dancing gracefully to the tune of Khail’s flute. The waster moved to the left then to the right then wiggled.  I gasped. In few minutes, the bodies of water dropped back to the brook.  I was fascinated of how they could control their powers. Mine was out of proportioned. Mine was always like a game to me. This was where I need to harness my power. 

“That was excellent grandpa,” I uttered. “That was mind over matter or psychokinetic ability, Abigail. You possessed that power much even stronger than Khail's sons but you only need to control those powers through discipline. Let’s move over there. That will be your training ground,” Zar stressed. Grandpa held my right hand with his left firmly and we strode vigorously to a line-up of cherry trees. Dad was following us. On the ground, I saw  500 meters big white circle.  There was nothing inside the circle. No object that my mind can play of. I knew that grandpa would like to test my cunning ability. I smiled silently.

Grandpa gazed at me with his quizzical look and muttered. “Abby, I don’t want you to play games. That subterfuge thing in your mind, don’t do it please my love. That won’t do good in your training. You have to remove that device from your mind. Did you get my point?”

“Yes grandpa,” I nodded. In split second I felt someone touched gently my hair. I glanced back. It was Joey. He winked at me and I blushed. I showed him my thumps up. He said, “Abby, show me your focus and discipline in you.” I just smiled sheepishly at him. I jumbled for words. Daddy bent downward and kissed my forehead. He then lifted me up and spoke loudly. “You are my seed. I am proud of you.” He put me back to the ground.

“Abby you have to go inside that circle and sit in the center,” ordered Zar. I nodded. I was about to go inside the circle when Mojo suddenly appeared in front of me. I cuddled him. He licked my chin with his long tongue. I giggled loud. Mojo was my elixir of life.  I put him down after too much of a cuddling. I told him, “You have to watch my training Haniel.” Instantly, Mojo transformed to Haniel. I hugged my soldier and went inside the circle.

I counted how many steps I could reach the center of the circle. Just few steps but this will begin a thousand journeys for me.  When I reached the center, I assumed that I was the sun and outside the circle were planets rotating around me. I felt that my gravity attracted these planets to revolve around me. I was the source of the planets’ energy. I felt that I was the sun with powerful energy.  I was visualizing things before the training started. I wasn’t aware that the surroundings were turning to a kaleidoscope scene. Zar was alarmed. He called my name. “Abby”. I looked straight to him. “Are you tense?” I said, “No grandpa. I was just visualizing some scenes. “Alright you have to control your excitement and your proactive imaginations. Understand that Abigail.”  “Yes,” I nodded.

“Abby you have to sit in the center of the circle. Legs crossed and place your feet on the opposing thighs.  Back straight.  This position is a lotus position and commonly use in meditation. Lotus position will encourage breathing properly in meditation and foster physical stability,” explained Zar.

I followed grandfather instructions. I sit in the center of the circle in a lotus position, back straight and relax myself. I saw them observing me. I was the force in the center. I am the magnetic field. I am pulling them to look at me. Then I heard grandfather shouting at me. “Abby, close your eyes. Place your hands upward over your thighs.” I was about to close my eyes when I saw one figure near Joey. A grandiose guy about six feet with dark hair, tan skin and blue eyes. He was wearing silky white dress. I know he was one kind like Joey. A warrior angel. I waved at him and he waved back at me. He shouted, “I am Richard.” I smiled back at him.  I then obediently closed my eyes but my chakra in the center of my forehead was still opened. My third eye was still actively observing. I commanded my third eye to close and it did close.

“Abigail, inhale and exhale until your breathing is relax. Put away the negative thoughts in your mind. Reach your inner spiritual life and that spirituality with God.”  At first, I find it hard to concentrate. Thousands of thoughts were lurking and playing with my mind. This is the point that I am poor of. It took me 5 minutes to combat the negative vibes in me. I inhale and exhale again and this time I focus on the supreme thing…God. I saw a stunning light and I saw a man standing in front of me wearing white robe and a plain sandal. I was sitting on the sand near the shoreline of the beach. He was talking to me in a Hebrew language.  I asked him one question that bothers me the most. “Lord, what is the meaning of my existence?” He answered, “Before you were born, I know who you are. Existence is not a matter of question. It is a matter of accepting who you are.” I answered, “But my Lord my existence is too complicated.” He knelt down, held my hands and said, “It is because you don’t accept who you are, your existence. You have to accept it and you’ll find peace within you. If you need me just say, ‘By the power of God.’  You know in me nothing is impossible.” Then he bid goodbye, slowly walked away from me and said lastly, “Remember Abigail, I am just near you always”. And he was gone.  The only things I saw were his footprints on the sand.

When I opened my eyes that were the only time I realized I was levitating about 6 feet high. I saw them awed in silence. Their attention was focused on me. I closed my eyes again. I was floating suavely like a balloon in the air. I concentrated in few seconds and feel the surging spiritual power deep within my existence. I know I saw Jesus Christ, the son of God. There was a smile in my lips. I commanded myself to go down. I slowly was going down. In few minutes, I was sitting on the tailored green grasses still at the center of the white circle.

When I opened my eyes, grandfather was in front of me. He said to me. “Abby that was marvelous. That was a head start. You demonstrated discipline in you. Controlling your emotions and the lurking imaginations in your mind is all that you need. Don’t be a trigger happy like a nervous gunner afraid to be shot dead first. You still need constant practice until you master discipline and control of the powers within you. Only use that power when necessary to defend yourself and the world.”

I smiled charmingly at him. “Grandfather in my spiritual being, I talked with Jesus. He told me that I have to find the meaning of my existence. He told me that he is just there for me then he slowly walked away.”

“The last time I saw him was thousands of years ago before the rebellion. I am glad Abigail he has spoken to you in your spiritual self,” grandfather lamented.

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.”