The Angels Saga

Volume One

Morning Stars: Divine Splendour

by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

The Story

Morning Stars Divine Splendour, the Private Noahide Angels Saga

Foundation, has a plot. It is another accompaniment work to Morning

Stars. Nimorel and Muludiel, again, are a key focus, and their rivalry.

Azrael and Cosadriel as well. There would normally be a strong focus

throughout the Angels Saga for Noahides privately on the other Seraphim

angels not explored. In this volume their ideas on Saruviel's rebellion

would be considered in a few paragraphs for many of the untouched

Seraphim. Further, interaction with the 'Divine Splendour', which is the

culmination of the Volume, being a musical work which Nimorel and

Meludiel collaborate on, is a key thing, with the performance, and the

long after party, where they make many comments in the final chapters.

The bix climax of Morning Stars was Saruviel's Rebellion. The big climax

of Morning Stars Decision was Saruviel's Rebellion and the final football

match. The big climax in Morning Stars Divine Splendour is something of

a reference to Saruviel's Rebellion, a reaonably focus on the football

match, but primarly the climax of the relationship between Nimorel and

Meludiel and the musical work 'Divine Splendour' which takes place when

they start working out their differences, witness the fall of Saruviel

and both have a chat with Azrael and Cosadriel and how they took

Saruviel's fall into mind, and a quiet afternoon near Dalnaphon Keep,

along the Sellawon, where Sariel and Gloryel are having light banter, and

Nimorel says the scenery really is divine splendour, and Meludiel says

that could be a good title for music she is trying to put together into a

masterpiece. Nimorel replies that she could help her on that project,

and the divine splendour then takes over, being the work of the piece,

and culmination to the third Morning Stars Volume. Luladiel's comedic

entrance before Divine Splendour is performed is a key moment.

The other focuses are Karel's chinese cooking and her twin, Uriel's

pastimes and occupations and delight in Karel's cooking;

Simonuel's french cooking and his twin's supporting him and focusing him

on areas of improvement and menu's and restaurants and the industry

focus;

Davriel and his christhood ideas formulating in their early days, with a

tiny dash of cherubim Jesus, with Rachel his twin and her strong focus on

an organized homelife to support Davriel as a proper help meet and

assistance for Davriel's ambitions in life.

Rachel will also discuss with Ariel on the subject of a female angel and

her own ambitions in life and how, as females, they should have a

preoccupation on helping their mate, but also not neglect their own

ambitions in life. And how God feels this is best balanced and judged.

Cherubim Jembla (Tina Arena) would have a comment that woman's work is

never done.

Further, a focus on Azrael and his comedy ideas and beer ideas and his

chats with Semambarel and Kelkuriel and Surafel about the philosophies of

work in life and staying busy with a proper occupation to ensure useful

things are done for the community and produced for the community, not

neglecting free time and things of entertainment.

Adruel's focus on story creativity is addressed,

Koryel's focus on folklore and folk dancing,

Penoniel's focus on being sensitive and spiritual and friendly, to

excess, Sadurael's focus on heavy horse riding and mountaineering and

competing with Talzudiel,

and Radrukiel's jokes and humour and working on being an 'Action Man'

with a sharp approach to life and his big focus on big engineering

projects in Terraphora, are also things talked about in Divine Splendour.

Finally, Phindwel's focus on pastry work and music, and his thoughts on

scholasticism and learning things and aspects of knowledge and visiting

the library, chatting with Brindabel.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Third Angels Saga Will be Released to Israel then the

Church then the Rest much later on, when Noahidism is well established on

their private bits. In this third saga a strong focus on the 10

Deciarchs - each individually - and a secondary focus on the 70 Noahide

Nations will also be important, as well as other characters of the

Rainbow Torah. A greater focus on the Geocities, Angelfire, The Heart of

God, Home & Heaven will also be concentrated on. Paradise will be

focused on more with Angela, and a highlight on the other Realms and

planetary bodies in a volumed dedicated to the life of the Spiritual

Universe, and focus on the foundation of the Colton Federation. (Of

course, the other 2 Morning Stars Fonts on the Index Page will be the

fonts for the 2nd and 3rd saga). A key aspect is also fleshing things

out properly and finishing off unfinished storylines and loose ends.

Working further on the Encyclopaedia will be important and developing a

more comprehensive timeline in the encyclopaedia with the different

dating schemes properly explained, and a short story for the foundation

of each calendar should be part of the 3rd saga. Videos on the planetary

bodies and descriptors will be important, statistics and basic info on

the planets and societies and cultures, important to describe well

enough. It is important to make sure it is a well understood world, and

well explained, and has a logic and rationale which makes sense to

someone who likes to study it out. Consistency is important, and

additional explanations over the longer haul are preferred over

corrections, which I prefer not to do. I would much rather even come up

with a convluted explanation, as long as it ultimately harmonizes, rather

than change things. It's important that the written record remain

theoretically correct enough each time. The characters mentioned above

are the key characters in the saga, as well as Ariel coming in soon

enough as a major character the saga revolves around, as well as Lourdes

Ciccone Leon and Kayella, the Daniel Daly twins. The third saga has a

greater focus on the female angels, especially in the area of musicology.

Other things will be highlighted as the saga progresses.

Chapter One

Nimorel was listening to Gamrayel play the Vibronic in the music room.

She was tapping her feet and having a good time. Meludiel walked in.

Nimorel's smile, instantly, changed from a smile to a deep frown.

Meludiel, currently, did not exactly impress her. Meludiel entered in,

walking past Meludiel, but stopped and turned and smiled warmly at

Nimorely. Nimorely decided to comment.

'Always so cheerful, aren't we Meludiel? Amazing.'

Meludiel looked at Nimorel, blinked, and replied. 'Yeh. I guess.' She

turned, looked at the door to her office, and continued on. Nimorel

watched as Meludiel opened the door, went inside, and closed the door

behind her. And when the door closed she turned and looked at Gamrayel

playing the Vibronic, the frown, just as suddenly, turning back to a

smile, tapping away with her feet and having a good time.

Meludiel sat down at her desk, sighed, and picked up a pile of song lyric

notes. She started going through recent ideas, thinking over lines she

had written and choruses. Yet, after a while, she put the papers down,

and calmed herself down. Her heart was in a little turmoil. In recent

days Nimorel seemed to have started to develop something of a resentment

towards the head of music. For some strange reason Meludiel failed to

understand. She'd always been respectful towards Nimorel, and loving.

She was like that towards all her brethren. What in the Realm could

possibly have caused her to become so agitated in recent times. She

really did not understand. Perhaps she could confront her on it - but

that wasn't always the way. Maybe a current petty squabble on an

undisclosed issue or something and, after a while, it would just pass

away. Yes, too soon to really worry too much. She should never worry

too much. She knew that to be true. But if the situation persisted,

well, well she would deal with it then. She would just be cautious about

the issue that had gotten into the thinking of her older Seraphim sister.

And see how she could help and what action she could take to resolve the

problem.

* * * * *

Azrael lived a solitary life. Living in his abode, in the Realm. His

weekly structure was not overly complex. He did gardening at home to get

much of his food, but some work in the main Kazraphon garden to the

south-east of Zaphon Keep. He did a few tasks for the community,

organized by Michael a lot of the time, and did a little work with

Surafel, Kelkuriel and Semambarel on artisan duties. Recently sporting

things with Cosadriel, who he was starting to fall in with, were being

done. But most of his time was solitary, apart from his twin, which it

always had been since the very early days when, after youth, he mostly

did his own thing. Raphael was showing up as of late. Commenting he

needed to interact more. Amusing idea. He did enough in his own mind,

but did see Raphael's point. After a footbal show yesterday, he had

settled in his room at home, contemplating his solitary life. Raphael

had concerns - and as head of social it was Raphael's job to do just

that. But in his recent ideas with football, perhaps that could

alleviate some concerns. Taking up the idea of a competition of regular

football matches - that could provide ongoing social activity, which

might hopefully assuage some of his older brother's concerns. It had

been gestating as an idea for a while now, but he felt, yes, he would act

on it. Take the idea seriously. Get a football competition going with

Cosadriel and the rest of the regulars. And with the impending birth of

Cherubim angels, apparently, coming soon. Well things could heat right

up very, very soon. Days of Divine Splendour ahead.

* * * * *

Melaniel was in a mood of divine splendour, siting with Saruviel, in

Glimmersphon Keep. Her twin, Yomiel, was sitting on a bench out the

front, reading an article from the library.

'Father asked us to visit you,' Melaniel said to Saruviel.

'Did he?' replied Saruviel. 'Concerns, I guess.'

'There are words we are supposed to say to you,' said Melaniel.

'Unsurprising,' said Saruviel, sitting at the table, staring seemingly at

the wall, his face bereft of joy it seemed, a harsher look on

concentration on an issue of import. 'The words,' said Saruviel, waving

his hand dismissively.

'This life is eternal, so never give up,' replied Melaniel.

Saruviel sat at the table, undaunted. Melaniel considered he was

cogitating those words. Whether he gave them respect, with his current

solitariness, she could not really say. Abruptly he stood and walked to

the stairwell to the upper lever, starting to ascend. 'Yomiel your twin

has much to offer the world. He could do better. He always could.

Needs to follow something. Much talent though. Could use his own

inspiration. He does not apply his own capabilities forcefully enough.'

'Tell him to go hard, huh?' replied Melaniel.

Saruviel stopped on the stairwell. 'Right for the jugular, Melaniel.

Right for the jugular. He turned to her and grinned, then carried on up

the stairs.

'Hmmm. He would be led in such things, but he would contemplate them

deeply. He's zealous but reflective. Sometimes considers the things

he's done. Likes to revisit and review and refocus. Thinks life is all

about updates. Peculiar angel.'

'I'm working on things Saruviel said to her from the stop of the

stairwell. I am well enough. Father's words? Maybe some other time. I

am not completely sure the advice of God, just at this time, is exactly

what I am looking for. I have my own thoughts.' And Saruviel was gone.

Melaniel sat there, thinking about that, then looked out at Yomiel. Her

twin read things. Saruviel had thoughts, and she might write down the

impressions she'd been hearing about what Saruviel was going on about in

recent times. Give it to Yomiel. Get him to read it. Make sense of the

melancholy of seventhborn. See what he had to say on the subject. See

what the mind of Yomiel the Seraphim though on the contemplations of

Saruviel Seraphim. New ideas were always interesting. Something new to

discover.

* * * * *

Adruel sipped on melit water and looked out the window of his abode, at

the greenery on the eastern side of 'Tryphton Keep', to the North by

North-East of Zaphon Keep, about half way to Dalnaphon. He'd lived at

Tryphton Keep, on and off, a while now. He usually shared it with his

twin, but she also slept in her dormitory room at Zaphon Keep regularly,

and helped with Zaphon duties a fair bit. It was a darkened afternoon,

and God had brought along some of that green and red cloudy sky he had

done in recent months. Strange stuff which came around for a while every

century, then disappeared. It brought in an Anima - a Spirit - a mood.

And when the green and red was in town, Adruel did his business with his

writing. His creativity. His core skill as a Seraphim Angel. He walked

into the main living room, sat down at the double seater couch, and

picked up a pile of papers he'd written last century, which he'd gotten

out of storage, and looked them over. He sipped on the melit water as he

looked through them, making mental notes of what he had been writing and

the ideas he'd had. Then he got to a piece of paper near the bottom of

the pile, and singled it out. 'Angel of Darkness'. Oh. Ok, he thought

to himself. A little story about an angel encountering darker ideas of

life, potentially melancholic. Nothing overly specific yet. But he sat

there, read the paragraph, and knew instantly. How couldn't you.

Saruviel.

Ok. Congratulations Adruel. He was a prophet. Perfectly predicted.

But now? Writing the damn story on the idea. The research subject was

apparent. Saruviel himself. But Saruviel was stuck in Glimmersphon

Keep, knocking back visitors usually, unless on special request, and

Adruel didn't want to disturb his brother's peace. But the sidekicks -

Kantriel and Daraqel. Maybe, catching up with them in Zaphon Keep,

asking a subtle question or two, getting some insight on what was going

on. That could help with the project. Yeh, he said to himself, sipping

on melit water. That would be fine. Good idea. Something to carry on

with in life. Good enough passion for this moment in time. Saruviel -

seventhborn - angel of adversity. And, of course, angel of darkness.

Perfect. Now he would need some new ink, his quills were fine, but fuss

and bother. A new project for Adruel the Seraphim. Time to get busy.

* * * * *

Koryel was a cute redheaded Seraphim angel. Just over 5 feet tall, she

had a forehead similar to that of Ambriel the male Seraphim. She was

cute, and a lot of the male angels liked to hang around her regularly -

she was kind of popular. Koryel liked quaint traditional angelic music.

Music from the early years of the Realm of Eternity. She played

Meludiel's early music on the stringed instruments all the time, and sang

soft and soothing words with them. And she would dress in white and

yellow, with circles and squares and triangles in shapes in lines on the

clothings, prettily decorated, in yellows and whites and dashes of

greens, blues, reds and purples. She always looked fine - she always

looked special. Koryel was like that to many of the angels. Special.

The penultimate female Seraphim Angel, 69 on the list, twin to Zashadiel,

Koryel had a lot about her. And a lot going on. She did the usual

things Seraphim angels did - took part in the work roster, socialized,

chatted, did some of the gardening at the Kazraphon garden district, and

had some close friends she chatted with regularly. And she was romantic

with Zashadiel somewhat, going on walks here and there with him, and

dancing for him, and even massaging his feet after a day's hard work,

which he expressed he appreciated very much. But her thing was mostly

her traditional music and costume and dance. That was what Koryel was

mostly about as an angel.

Naturally she was in the choir. She had been from the start. She had a

good voice, knew all the songs, and did her job professionally and

correctly and precisely. She was reliable in this respect, which she

felt important to maintain. She got along well with Meludiel, who had

yesterday expressed to her concerns about Nimorel, who seemed agitated by

Meludiel for some reason or another which Meludiel couldn't quite grasp.

That was unfortunate. Something must be going on with Nimorel. Like

seventhborn - Saruviel. He had strange issues at this time, from chat

which was going on. Reclusive at Glimmersphon Keep. Possibly searching

for meaning or something, according to Melaniel. Interesting. But

Koryel did not, currently, have any major issues. Content with life,

with her work, her occupations and her God. Life was good, and she

intended keeping it that way.

* * * * *

'Ulantriel. This is not cheese,' said Saziel. 'Cheese is yellow. Not

white. It is made from these herbs and spices with this processor. What

herbs you are using, and is that even melit water?'

'It's processed dwarrow juice mixed with water,' replied Ulantriel.

'Unbelievable,' replied Saziel, throwing his hands up in the air. 'Why

do you not do normal cheese? Kaladel asks for normal cheese, we give her

normal cheese. Whatever this is it isn't normal cheese.' Saziel took a

piece and bit into it. 'Gah. It's tasteless. It is not cheese. It is

- I don't know - bland food substance. For existence. Not much else.'

'That's all life really is,' sighed Ulantriel. 'Existence. There is too

much provocativeness in everything. Water was given because we need

water. An occasional fruit piece throughout the day, but a lot of water.

Too much provocativeness in the foodstuffs now produced,' replied

Ulantriel.

'You need your head examined for weird imagination concepts,' replied

Saziel. 'Father's thinking machine inside there isn't doing its job

correctly.'

'It's called a brain,' replied Ulantriel.

'Huh,' replied Saziel. 'What?'

'Inside the head there is a brain. It's something inside our head which

makes all the parts of our body work,' said Ulantriel.

'This is known by you from an information source. What is that

information source?' asked Saziel, eyebrow raised.

'The divine ineffable,' said Ulantriel. 'Add in some spices if you must.

I like it plain.'

'Bah,' said Saziel. 'Well, not too late to redeem this batch.'

Ulantriel walked off.

'I'll look into this brain thing Ulantriel. Sure it was father who

instructed the knowledge of that information to your person. Sure it was

him,' said Saziel.

'Well who else,' replied Ulantriel, and sat down at a seat near the

doorway to the food manufacturing building. 33 rooms for processing

foods in the complex. Not too far from the garden, south of Zaphon.

'Smoke, will you?' queried Saziel, adjusting the ingredients of the

cheese batch to be made.

'Yeh,' said Ulantriel, and took out tobacco and put it in his pipe. He

took a burning wick and placed the end at the burning candle against the

wall, and lit his pipe. He puffed quietly.

'Papers work,' said Saziel. 'They work very well. Ambriel demonstrated

one last week. It was Raphael's invention. Thought about the issue and

felt fine paper might smoke well. Works very well.'

Ulantriel looked at Saziel. 'I'll look into it.'

'Next batch, yellow cheese brother. No more blandness. Ok for yourself,

but the others want traditional,' said Saziel.

'Understood boss,' said Ulantriel.

'Very funny,' replied Saziel, as he walked past, leaving the room.

Ulantriel smoked his pipe. Papers for smoking. Interesting.

* * * * *

Ulantriel sat with Koryel, smoking cigarettes and drinking melit water.

'Hey, these are fab,' said Koryel.

'Don't tell Zashadiel, sis,' said Ulantriel. 'This can be our chillout

thing.'

They were at the back of the food complex, or front, depending on which

entrance you used, sitting on old seats by the wall, smoking. It was

lunch time at the food processing complex. About 30 angels were doing

food processing with about 10 in the garden to the east a little. Usual

working day roster. Other angels were involved with clothing

manufacture, and a small amount were preparing building materials,

utensils and day to day use items. Kelkuriel and Surafel would be at

their furniture manufacturing with Semambariel most likely, and the heads

were at Zaphon, still running it all. Michael in charge overall, with

Raphael and his team focused on spiritual welfare of the angels.

Business as usual in the realm of eternity. Free spirited Sariel was

still up at Dalnaphon. He didn't do anything much. But he ran his own

garden, so nobody bothered him much. Did his own work, so it wasn't that

much of an issue. Azrael did a lot of his own thing as well, but ran his

own garden. Did most of his own work, so nobody really minded.

'We'll make this a regular thing,' said Koryel.

'Sounds good,' said Ulantriel. 'You like white cheese, don't you?'

'Too bland,' said Koryel. 'On a rare occasion, but mainly the yellow

stuff.'

'Only for some then,' replied Ulantriel.

'If it fills your belly, by all means bro,' said Koryel.

Ulantriel grinned. 'We're different. Unique. Similar in some ways.

Different in others.'

'All creatures great and small,' said Koryel.

'Yeh,' replied Ulantriel. 'No kidding. Smoke your ciggie.'

'Yes boss,' replied Koryel.

And they smoked, but soon enough Saziel appeared, frowned at them, and it

was back to work. Smoko done. But it helped pass the day, Ulantriel

found.

* * * * *

Melaniel sat in the cafeteria. 'Writing articles is not easy, Adruel,'

she said to her Seraphim brother Adruel.

'Creativity is challenging,' replied Adruel.

'Especially for angels like Adruel,' said Azrael, sipping on his drink

and eating his langwah.

'And what's that supposed to mean, Azrael?' asked Adruel.

'Well, you are a mediocre effort by God at angelic design,' replied

Azrael.

Koryel smirked.

'Mediocre?' queried Adruel.

'Mediocre,' said Cosadriel. 'For once dimwit has got something right.'

'Funny Cosadriel,' said Adruel.

'He's not mediocre,' said Koryel. 'He's mentally challenged.'

'Finds thinking difficult huh?' queried Azrael.

'The mythical brain works slower in him,' replied Koryel, grinning.

'It processes at just a fine rate,' replied Adruel, now smiling.

'I wish my brain processed at a fine rate,' said Melaniel. 'Oh it's quick

enough at times. But sometimes it takes a bit to get going.'

'Exercising the mind throught contemplation potentially helps,' said

Yomiel, looking up from an article.

They all looked at Yomiel. 'Is that what you think?' Adruel asked

Yomiel.

'Exercise things. It becomes fitter for the purposes it is intended for.

Usage of the thing. The same works physically,' said Yomiel.

'Well that much is obvious,' replied Cosadriel.

'But you don't apply it as much as you could,' said Azrael. 'You are a

fitness freak, Saddy. But you only push so much at times. Not at the

highest leves. At, I don't know,' he said gesturing.

'Staying fit for life level, mainly,' said Cosadriel.

They all looked at Cosadriel. 'Fit for life level?' asked Koryel.

'So I can do most of the standard things we all need well enough without

too many problems. Stay fit and well,' said Cosadriel.

'Good enough then I guess,' replied Azrael.

'What do you think of that?' Adruel asked Yomiel.

'Logically what I remarked,' replied Yomiel, continuing with his article.

'Well that's just fine. How do I exercise my brain then?' she asked.

'Obviously not paying attention,' said Koryel. 'Deep contemplation.'

'Oh. Uh, yeh,' replied Melanie. She pushed her twin on the shoulder

lightly. 'Thanks Yommie.'

Yomiel smiled.

'Do you think there is a rivalry going now between Meludiel and Nimorel.

Obviously Michael and Saruviel are always at it. But those two have been

gaining some gossip as it is called. Nimorel has an issue, and Meludiel

is perplexed,' said Koryel.

'They are both musical,' said Adruel.

'Good point,' said Melaniel.

'Maybe something to do with that then,' said Azrael.

'Could be,' said Cosadriel.

'I'm sure it will all blow over,' said Yomiel. 'Just rivalries on issues

of pride or something.'

'Yes,' said Melaniel. 'What? Jealousy as they call those ideas a bit.'

'Something like that,' replied Yomiel. 'I generally understand that's

the idea. Or envy or something.'

'Pettiness,' said Adruel. 'That's what I'd call it. Minor things blown

out of their proper perspective. Exaggeration as they call it.'

'Pretty much,' replied Yomiel.

'I like the new ciggies,' said Koryel.

'Who doesn't,' replied Melaniel, and returned to her meal. The chat

continued lightly.

* * * * *

'What's that smell?' asked Nimorel, sitting in the canteen.

Meludiel, about to sit down at a nearby table with Daniel paused for a

second, then sat. She picked up the menu. Her smile had suddenly

disappeared.

'What's wrong?' asked Daniel.

'What's wrong Melly?' asked Valandriel.

'Nothing,' said Meludiel, examining the menu. She looked at her

brothers. 'You two are a lame agenda. It is your own devices at work.

It is hardly Seraphim Torah prophetical propulsion.'

'Seraphim Torah Prophetical Propulsion,' replied Daniel. 'Mmmm. That's

a new one.'

'Following the impulses and directions the Seraphim Torah propels us

towards,' stated Valandriel.

'And you are both bereft of obedience to the faith,' replied Meludiel.

'That much is completely and clearly apparent,' said Meludiel.

'The toxic stench has increased,' said Nimorel out loud, not looking at

anybody in particular.

'Keep it clean, Nim,' said Raphael softly.

Meludiel looked at Nimorel, who sat there, sipping on her melit water,

ignoring her.

'What makes you think a prophetic propulsion paradigm has any real

merit?' queried Daniel. 'When the happenstance of the occurance of the

fulfilment of a prophetical ideal becomes a reality due to life

circumstances affording the application of a Torah principle the

circumstances at hand at the time of the day and year such things may

occur, then you might be teaching Seraphim Torah. Till then the DanVal

agenda ruleth.'

'ValDan agenda,' replied Valandriel.

'Amusing,' said Daniel.

'It might be the sewerag pipes burst,' said Nimorel out loud.

Meludiel looked at Nimorel, who was still ignoring her, and frowned. She

returned her focus to the menu.

'That answer betrays your lack of Seraphim Torah devotion,' replied

Meludiel.

'Or an extremely wise insight into the fact that eternity is forever, and

God is quite patient in getting around to his Torah Principles project,'

replied Daniel.

'So when he's happy enough to apply the idea?' queried Meludiel.

'And again and again and again,' said Daniel. 'The principles are

eternal. He'll have fun with them forever. It's not that big an issue.

Life goes on. He gets that jazz done when he wishes to. I do know.

Queries were made from a young age on that exact issue.'

Meludiel looked at Daniel. 'Really?'

'Really,' replied Daniel.

'You never said,' replied Meludiel, as Kaladel came over, and put melit

water with baked cheesecake in front of her.

'The usual, right?' asked Kaladel.

Meludiel smiled.

'It must be because of dietary reasons. The weirdness of the smell,'

said Nimorel out loud.

Daniel grinned. 'That cheesecake doesn't go right through you does it

Mel?'

'Shut up Daniel,' replied Meludiel, picking up her teaspoon, hooking into

her favourite cheesecake.

Nimorel stood, as did Raphael. Raphael walked to the door of the

canteen, while Nimorel walked up to the table Meludiel and Daniel and

Valandriel were sitting at. She leant over and looked at Meludiel in the

face. 'I have musical talent too Meludiel.' And she straightened up,

and stood there, arms folded.

Meludiel looked at her. 'I don't doubt that. I know you do. You are

one of the best singers in choir.'

Nimorel looked at her. 'Whatever,' she replied, and walked over to

Raphael. And they left the room.

'It's music then,' said Valandriel.

'Obviously,' replied Meludiel. 'She's a bit envious of my position I

think.' Meludiel went quiet, and ate her cheesecake quietly.

'Hey, that's not your fault,' said Daniel. 'You delight in choir and

praise music. Nim has plenty of talent too, but God probably wanted you

for that job. He put that in your heart.'

'Meludiel might want to do something too, though,' said Meludiel.

'Mmm,' said Daniel. 'Right.' He scratched his head. 'Mistrel will get

the Pelnaphon project going soon. In the exapanded realm coming. That's

gonna happen. She'll have plenty of new opportunities. You don't know.

Long term God might have real big plans for Nimorel. She's number 3

female Seraphim. She's glory. Who knows. Don't sweat it Mel.'

Meludiel's face was a frown.

'It'll be ok,' said Valandriel.

'I'm going to the music room,' said Meludiel. She was tearing up.

'Man,' said Valandriel.

'Women,' said Daniel. 'Only God can explain them.'

'Probably,' replied Valandriel.

And the afternoon passed.

* * * * *

Michael, Gabriel & Raphael were in Michael's overseer's office.

Cindradel was present, ready to take notes.

'Ok. Recap, fellas,' said Michael.

'The New Realm is here soon,' said Gabriel. 'An announcement is coming.

New responsibilities. New brethren. The Cherubim. Most likely an

expansion on the core idea of the Realm so far.'

'Don't forget there's a chance, down the track, of further expansion or

expansions,' said Raphael.

'You should probably discuss that Michael,' said Cindradel, making notes.

Michael looked at Cindradel, then leaned back in his chair, arms above

back of his head.'

'Yeah. Yes, I fancy the chances of such a reality Raphael. Possibly

further Cherubim Torah will be brought forth as well with the new bunch,'

said Michael.

'Quite possibly,' said Gabriel. 'Further expansions though? I mean, we

don't even know if there are other realms for starters. Maybe he's done

this kind of thing before. Elsewhere. Look up. That space up there?

How long does that go on for? Forever?'

'Speculation,' replied Michael. 'Anything's possible I suppose. But

whatever will come later on, for now we have a new realm, the rough

dimensions, and the rough numbers of what we're going to get. He hasn't

put any of us in charge of anything yet in particular, so don't expecy

anything for sure. We don't even know if they are called Cherubim.

People are assuming that's what they are called.'

'Which of course begs the question. Onaphim. Oraphim. Ozraphim. Where

the hell are they? Why start with Seraphim?' queried Raphael.

'Maybe likes the name the most,' said Cindradel. 'Sounds good to him.'

'Maybe,' said Gabriel.

'Raphael. What is up with your twin?' asked Michael.

'Uh, nothing major,' replied Raphael, scratching his head.

'Nothing major? Meludiel is beside herself. Please ensure the situation

is resolved,' said Michael.

'Will do,' replied Raphael.

'Work duties at the food complex and the garden under control Gabriel?'

asked Michael.

'They like the new smokes coming through,' replied Gabriel. 'Using

papers has made there day.'

Raphael smiled. 'Classic idea. Who came up with that?'

'No comment,' replied Michael. 'Well, Zaphon is business as usual, head

staff are about their regular duties. The quarries and forestry works is

under control. Surafel and co can handle the requests list. Most issues

are under control. Meeting closed. Recap next Yomladon.'

Gabriel and Raphael stood. 'Cigarettes,' said Michael to Raphael.

'Amusing.'

'Indeed,' said the departing Seraphim angel.

* * * * *

'It's dark,' Adruel said to Saruviel. 'We should be in bed.'

They were on the jetty on golden lake on the north shore, were

Glimmersphon Keep was located, to the west of Zaphon Keep in the Realm of

Eternity. Zaphon was roughly in the centre of the Realm of Eternity,

which was roughly circular in shape. Distances in the Realm were

measured in cubits - angelic cubits. A cubit was roughly an angel's

stride. An old measurement in the realm of eternity which had caught on.

The distance to the Rim, which was the edge of the Realm of Eternity,

from Zaphon at the centre, was approximately 50,000 cubits. Glimmersphon

Keep was roughly halfway between Zaphon Keep and the Rim to the west of

Zaphon. South of Glimmersphon Keep was Golden Lake, the biggest lake in

the Realm of Eternity. North of Zaphon was the Sellawon river, which ran

to the rim. Dalnaphon Keep was up north, near the edge of the Rim.

There were other smaller keeps here and there, mainly minor abodes, apart

from the food complex, which was a larger building. Gabriel was usually

in charge of the garden and the food complex, Raphael ran a spiritual

counselling team, and Michael managed those two, and the realm as a

whole. Generally they called Michael the overseer. Father, a spiritual

man, who they believed was probably a manifestation of God the creator,

appeared from time to time. He was a mysterious messenger from God, who

claimed to be their father. But God was honoured in the throneroom of

Zaphon, were he spoke to them from above the throne from time to time.

The flickering flame above the throne went through different colours,

which changed from time to time. Behind the throne was the clock of

eternity, and Saruviel's twin, Krystabel, was a big fan of the clock of

eternity. Saruviel was the seventhborn Seraphim of the 70 Male Seraphim,

which had 70 Female Seraphim Sister twin's. A twin could be romantic

with the other, but it had never been a rule to live by. Just what some

liked. Apparently it might be a support partner as the main thing.

Someone the other looked out for from time to time.

'I like the dark,' replied Saruviel. 'I can think in the dark. You,

Adruel, are not so stupid. You have a mind which can contemplate. Many

of them are rather simplistic.'

'You're seventhborn Saruviel. God worked hard in creating you. The rest

have different ways about them. That's the point.'

'I suppose I could learn to appreciate that,' replied Saruviel. 'No

matter.' Saruviel returned to his silence mode.

'We speak in the common tongue. It's called English by the father,' said

Adruel. 'The common tongue. It will be used in time in greater

creation, he has told me.'

'Has he now,' replied Saruviel. 'Fascinating.'

'We have the angelic tongue, which has limited applications. The angelic

words are crafted slowly, and mainly for official purposes, so father

tells me. It is my concern as a writer. Words and things.'

'That would be normal and regular and suitable,' said Saruviel. 'You

could break free of control and write words you prefer. Rather than the

community standardized insistences.'

'And why would I do that?' replied Adruel.

'Why not, brother? Why not?' said Saruviel.

Adruel went quiet. 'Interesting thought.'

'Freedom is like that,' said Saruviel.

'Freedom?' asked Adruel.

'Freedom,' replied Saruviel.

'Right,'said Adruel. He looked out at the midnight lake and stood. He

looked at Saruviel. 'Enjoy your contemplations. I need bed.' And

Adruel made his way up to Glimmersphon Keep, leaving the melancholy

Saruviel with his words of freedom, and endless dark of the night.

* * * * *

Kantriel was in a pensive mood. 'Azrael. Football on your team is a

stress. I'm switching to Cosadriel's,' said Kantriel.

'Consider retiring,' replied Azrael. 'You are too caught up with

Saruviel now. You don't come for practice at all hardly. We need to

practice to learn the game well. It's how we learn it. You just show up

and fool around, as Daraqel watches on, encouraging you to be funny.'

'What else?' asked Kantriel.

'Cosadriel is less nonsense with football than me,' replied Azrael. 'So

good luck.'

'Bah,' said Kantriel, and wandered off the ground to Daraqel in the

stand. A small stand, for those who watched the game. 'It's not like it

used to be. Now they are serious,' said Kantriel. 'As bad as Saruviel

in his way.'

'Saruviel is deeper,' replied Daraqel. 'But I know what you mean.'

'May as well get a new pastime,' replied Kantriel.

'Why don't we wait out this Saruviel puzzle,' said Daraqel. 'See what he

does when he starts going on about his new thinking.'

'I guess,' replied Kantriel. 'He's taking a while though. Must be heavy

thought. Freedom ideas. Whatever he means by it.'

'Some sort of philosophy,' replied Daraqel. 'Let's go play Keldo in the

keep.'

'May as well,' replied Kantriel.

The two Seraphim found Jerahmeel and Raguel that afternoon, and played

Keldo with them. Then they went to the library and read some books on

the angels climbing the mountains, then off to the dinner hall for the

Yomladon main meal before Melladon. There were about 70 or so angels

present, a usual enough turnout, and Kantriel sat there, eating his food

slowly, thinking. What was Saruviel up to. Why was this issue, of any,

so important. Did he have some sort of reason? Some sort of motivation?

What was going on? What was deep in the heart of Saruviel the Seraphim?

God only knew, thought Kantriel the Seraphim. God only knew.

* * * * *

The wind was blowing in the trees. Daniel looked at the wind blowing in

the trees. He was in his dormitory in upper Zaphon Keep. He read his

Torah Principle. 'Be in the Hearts of Men.' Meludiel was funny.

Prophetic Propulsion. Amusing. Now what was the prophetic propulsion of

being in the hearts of men. Ok. He could invent a shrinking machine and

explore their hearts. Apparently that was what beat in the chest. Go up

their nostrils and make his way to their heart. Enjoy the food inside.

The drink. And the innards. Blood, probably. He had a few cuts in his

time. Maybe blood and more flesh. Food and drink. Poo as well. And

pee. They got done inside there. Maybe the heart dealt with them too.

Only God knew. He did not think he would bother that much with prophetic

propulsion. It was an amusing idea. He lived in the real world. But it

was funny. Maybe one day.

He stood, and went downstairs, to the music room. He opened Meludiel's

office. She smiled at him.

'I'll be playing the vibronic,' he said to her. She nodded.

He sat down at the vibronic. He tinkered. Then started playing random

musical tunes and notes. Weird melodies and ideas. After a few minutes

Meludiel came in, sat down, and watched him. He spent an hour doing that

and rested. Meludiel left the room and came back with hot coffee. 'Do

more. I want to listen,' she said. He nodded, and continued. 3 hours

later he was spent.

'It will build my second well,' he said. 'My first well of tunage came

from this work. I composed about 200 tunes from the first well, which

you know a bit.'

'I've heard some of your better ones,' replied Meludiel. 'This well?

Better than the first?'

'Similar. Mostly new ideas. A little bit more complex. Good ideas

though. New thinking. Original again this time also.'

Meludiel stood, and walked to her office. 'Good luck with the new batch,

Danny. I do like music a lot. I'll listen with interest.'

'Thanks sweetie,' replied Daniel the Seraphim. He looked at the

Vibronic. The second batch of melodies. This should be good. Here we

go again.

* * * * *

Meludiel sat on a bench in the garden of Zaphon. Kimborel was nearby,

doing embroidery. It was Melladon - the day of celebration - the first

day of the 50 day month. Nimorel was on her mind. She now knew the

issue at hand. Nimorel felt that Meludiel was not the only one fit for

the glory position in music. Nimorel could do it also. Right. Fine.

Good. No problem. But what could she do about it? She couldn't

actually resign her position. Really, in the end, that just couldn't

happen. She'd wanted it desperately. She wouldn't do that and just let

it go because somebody else also wanted the job. That just wouldn't

happen. But what could she do? What should she do?

'Nimorel is fierce and proud,' said Kimborel. 'She thinks very highly of

her own talent, but sometimes doesn't quite get the point that others are

talented too. Sometimes it's just all about Nimorel.'

'I know,' replied Meludiel. 'But it doesn't mean she doesn't get to

share her talents. Everyone gets to share their talents and what they

are good at. Nimorel included.'

'Well she hasn't exactly gone about that the right way recently,' said

Kimborel. 'She's been rude about it. Quite frankly, rude. She should

really know better. And act better. Terrible really.'

'I know,' replied Meludiel. She bit into an apple, and looked at the

ground. She would come up with something, though. She would think about

it - for a while - and come up with a solution. Something which would

put Nimorel at ease and let her demonstrate her talent to the community.

What that would be? She didn't know yet. But she would work it out.

She would work it out.

'Go to your dorm and meditate,' said Kimborel. 'Let the realm's calmness

inside Zaphon give you peace. Don't let Nimorel rule you, Meludiel.

Don't let her do that.'

Meludiel stood and looked at Kimborel. 'I'm going inside.'

'Good,' replied Kimborel.

Meludiel went to the northern entrance of Zaphon, climbed the steps, and

went inside. She didn't go to the dormitories. She went to Ambriel's

office - her twin. He was inside.

'Ambriel?'

'Yes,' replied Ambriel. 'What's up Meludiel?'

'Are you ever jealous of Raphael and his position in Zaphon?' asked

Meludiel.

'Raphael is great to work with,' replied Ambriel. 'I can do my job

perfectly with Raphael in charge.'

'Oh, I see. Thanks,' replied Meludiel.

'Yeh. Sure,' replied Ambriel. Meludiel left.

Climbing the stairs she went into her dorm, and sat down on her bed. She

pulled up the blankets over her, and looked at the wall. She'd work it

out. Nimorel wasn't impossible. Just challenging. She'd work it out.

But her eyes got tired, and she drifted off to sleep, and wherever

Nimorel was, she was none the wiser to the current state of her sister's

heart, and the concerns she had for dear Nimorel.

The End of Chapter One of Morning Stars Divine Splendour

THE END FOR NOW

AND SO FORTH UNFOLDS "Morning Stars Divine Splendour"

THE END - For Now