The Angels Saga
Volume 54
Rise of the Saruvim 2
Pseudepigraphal Apostolics
Volume 2
Stories
Prologue – The Firstborn Son of Kalphon 2
PART ONE – APOCALYPTIC TIMES
Wild Heart
Christforce 2
Jetydosa the Saruvim 2
The Eckist Temple of Kalphona City
Fallen Angel 2
Kalphona City Golden Fries and Burgers
The Harlot
Fallen Angel 3
666 iNterbrain 2
Little Too Serious
PART TWO – DISNEY CAMP
Ariel's Question 2
Little Trix 2
Samson and Goliath 2
Fallen Angel 4
Desdrael and Chantel 2
Kayella and Winoniel 2
Ariel's Question 3
Fallen Angel 5
Desdrael and Aime 2
Little Trix 3
Ariel's Question 4
PART THREE – KALPHONA CITY
Radiel and Crystal
Rocketown
Saruviel's Redemption 2
Frontal Impact 2
PART FOUR – THE CHILDREN OF FATE 2
Adah's Dream 2
Lost in the 7th Heaven 2
Callodyn and Kayella
4 O'Clock
Callodyn and Kayella
Kelly
Fallen Angel 4
Saruvim Family Values
Operation Skyscanner
Operation Skyscanner: Dealing with the Devil
Operation Skyscanner: The Final Conflict
Operation Skyscanner: Colton's Statement
PART FIVE – KALPHORA TALES
Gravedigger
Quadel and Layelliel 2
Dirty Dancing in the Moonlight 3
Vendyl Jones and the Ark of the Rainbow Covenant
Blue Squadron
Mishael and Kimborel 2
Wild Heart 2
Gravedigger 2
Mishael and Kimborel 3
Zone 666
Cat Lady 22
Cat Lady 23
Millennia Fate Daly
Sebastian Corey Daly
Roshael and Zantrameriel 2
The United Realms
PART SIX – FANTASY WORLDS
Eckador
Eckador 2
Royal Chevalion
Royal Chevalion 2: The 20th Squatter
The Kingdom of Hightower
The Kingdom of Hightower 2
The Monkdom of Absalom and Bartimaeus
The Monkdom of Absalom and Bartimaeus 2
Dragonsong Divine
Dragonsong Divine 2
The Stargazers Dominion
The Stargazers Dominion 2
Keltoi Metropolis
Keltoi Metropolis 2
PART 7: KALPHORA TALES 2
Moonglow 2
Brunch with the Power Women of Zaphona City 2
The Glory of Zaphon 2
Gentlemanly Conversation 2
By the Power of the Rainbow 2
Batman and the Silver Fox Flying High 2
Slipstream, Tailwind and Gobbledy Gook's Night Out 2
Hotshit 2
Hotshit Up Shit Creek 2
The ValDan Agenda
Zadennuel Strikes Hard
Flight of the Nighthawk 2
Talzudiel's Wisdom 2
Queriel and Jembryel 2
Apocalyptic Revelations 2
The Saruvim Daredevil's 2
The Gang 2
Summation 2
PART EIGHT – RAINBOW CAMP
Millennia Fate Daly 2
BJ
River Ride
Sebastian Corey Daly 2
Rainbow Camp
Ruth
Dickhead
Rainbow Camp 2
The ValDan Agenda
Rainbow Camp 3
BJ 2
Millennia Fate Daly 3
Epilogue
A New Beginning From an Old Beginning on the Horizon
Prologue
The Firstborn Son of Kalphon 2
'Saruvim Starpower Elite Fighter Force,' said Radiel to the lady.
'Lengthy title. Do you have the guts though. I know the dudes. They hang around spaceports acting as if they are all the top guns of the spaceways. But they have a tendency to forego a lot of the rough stuff. I know this. They cop out on the heavier missions when the federations are being bothersome. They don't like to risk their lives much. Wusses, really. All talk, no action.'
'Not the case, Fenley. Not the case. They are just choosy. There are old pilots and bold pilots but no old bold pilots. They have a directive to avoid military conflicts on the war level. We are only mercenaries for the most part. A suicide squad if you will. We're not the trained armed forces. You pay us for the tasks at handSam. But believe me they've seen plenty of action.'
'So you say,' replied Fenley the Saruvim angel. 'Anyway, you bother me Radiel. 'Why are you persisting in attempting to win my affection? I have a twin you know.'
'You've been single forever, and you never hang with your twin,' replied Radiel.
'And how would you know?' she asked, now smiling.
'I have connections to a vast network,' replied Radiel.
'Daddy dearests power,' replied Fenley. 'You may be the firstborn son of Kalphon, but I'm not really sure you will ever be a real Saruvim. You're only offspring. No matter what the powers that be say.'
'Bah,' replied Radiel.
Radiel and Fenley were in the pilots lounge at a Kalphora spaceport. Radiel had a base here, and had invited Fenley over, yet again, to woo her. He'd had an ancient crush on her, but she forever played hard to get.
'I'm the biggest top gun,' said Radiel.
'You'll never be hot shit. Just shit,' smiled Fenley.
'Very funny,' replied Radiel. 'What the hell are you reading? I smell weird christian spirit.'
'The book of Revelation,' said Fenley. 'It's fascinating. The old religion of man. Checking it out again.'
'Weird stuff. Dad had involvements with the outcomes of that prayed programme. It was bullshit then, and it's bullshit now.'
'So you say,' replied Fenley. 'Anyway, buy me a drink, and if you're lucky we'll go dancing.'
'Anything you say, sweetie,' replied the Saruvim angel.
The End
Wild Heart
'People are dumb,' said Draven.
'I know,' replied Radiel.
'I mean, they go about their simple lives, and they follow the boss man, and do as their told, and they never have much of a life of their own or enjoy the freedom to make their own decisions. What mummy and daddy says rules their heart, and they are just sheep. The Lord's people are just sheep. Truly pathetic.'
'I've heard this a lot,' said Radiel. 'Dad bemoans the lack of freedom in people's choices all the time. They just follow the pack because it's expected of them. Really sad. No great imaginations at life most of them.'
'Exactly,' said Draven. He sipped on his beer and looked out at the countryside from the verandah of Radiel's home. 'You think Fenley is eventually going to date you properly then, do you?'
'Don't know,' said Radiel. 'She's a tough nut to crack. But worth the effort. She's kind of special.'
'And she knows it too,' said Draven. 'But all the Sarvuim think they are kind of special. The angels with the power and the angels with the drive. The go getters in life.'
'We need that,' said Radiel. 'Or its just more uninspired plebs who do as their told and come up with the same old same old.'
'You're not wrong kid,' replied Draven.
The buddies continued sipping on beer as the afternoon passed, but soon it was getting chilly.
'Let's order Chinese,' said Radiel. 'I've got the funds, and I'm in the mood for something special.'
They watched wrestling on TV, and ate Chinese, and later they were online, looking at various Saruvim websites. The Saruvim angels had a lot of websites. It was one of the things they concentrated on. Sort of the idea of the Saruvim had been to move on from the Ketravim mentality of being so damn charitable to everyone, and going out and making something of your life. But the Ketravim were only humans with what they thought angels should be anyway. Predictable really.
'I'm going to go to this retreat,' said Radiel. 'Encounter the mystic of the inner sanctum.'
'Terribly new agey,' replied Draven. 'But that might be your thing, huh?'
'Well it's not the book of Revelation at least,' said Radiel.
'What's that got to do with it?' asked Draven.
'Fenley is getting me to read the thing and pray it with her. For the ideas of Revelation to have fanciful fulfilments in life. I don't really mind. Hell, dad had a hell of adventure with his turn at the thing. Could be interesting.'
'Jesus H Christ,' said Draven. 'That's a wacky ride.'
'Tell me about it,' said Radiel.
And so they chatted, and Draven stayed the night, but was gone in the morning, and Radiel booked his retreat that morning, before heading off to work, and another busy day in the spaceways.
The End
Christforce 2
'The book of Revelation is a mystical thing,' said Fenley.
'I know,' replied Luke Ben Yeshua. 'I read it once a year.'
'You read the bible every year?' queried Fenley.
'Of course. From Genesis to Revelation. It's my duty,' said Luke.
'And running Christforce,' she replied. 'Is that your duty also?'
'Of course. We're the intergalactic police force which serves the good of angelicdom and humanity. We're sponsored by the Christian Church, and we fight for truth, justice and the Christian way.'
'Yes Superman,' she replied, batting her eyelids at Luke.
'I'm not sure you should get so close,' said Luke nervously. 'I don't wanna piss off Radiel. He's hot to trot for you, and wouldn't like you and your endless crush on me getting any deeper.'
'I rarely see you,' she replied, pulling away.
'But when you do you're all over me,' said Luke. 'Predictable. I see it, though. The dreams I've had sum it all up. The lady caught between heaven and hell with the Apocalypse to judge everything in betwixt. Very funny, Fenley. I'm sure your prayers are behind it all.'
'I have no idea what you are talking about,' replied Fenley the Saruvim.
'I'll bet,' said Luke.
'You guys going up against Saruvim Starpower any time soon? It's been a while since you guys hit the same sector. I follow the news on the conflict between you guys,' said Fenley.
'It's a rivalry. And Christforce doesn't look for trouble,' said Luke.
'But you don't run from it either. I like that about you. A real man,' said Fenley. 'Radiel? Complete wuss. When the going gets tough he runs away.'
'I don't think that is really the case,' said Luke. 'You don't understand his protocols. Technically we're both doing the same thing approximately. He's not out to start a war.'
'No,' she said. She pulled out her makeup bag, and started applying lip gloss. 'Do I look pretty today?' she asked him.
'Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain but a woman who fears the Lord shall be praised,' replied Luke.
'I fear him plenty. But a woman is allowed her vanity. It's part and parcel of what we are,' said Fenley.
'So you say,' replied Luke.
Fenley looked at him. 'I may or may not have prayed Revelation, but if I did, I wanted heroic adventure in the face of a grand setting. Not doom and gloom.'
'I see,' said Luke. 'So that's what we're going to get then. Mmm. I'm sure the church can probably provide what you are after.'
'I'm sure God the Father will,' she said. 'And yes I bloody prayed a thing heaps on it. It's a grand and deep book with a lot to offer the heart of a woman. Dumb stuff, but epic. And I know what I'm after from it.'
'Then God help us all,' replied Luke.
'You do think I'm pretty don't you?' asked Fenley.
Luke almost swore.
The End
Jetydosa the Saruvim 2
'I know. She's weird Radiel,' said Jetydosa.
Nicola Kidd, the cult leader of the retreat, continued stretching in front of them, and then staring at them one by one, literally glaring right at them.
'You must know,' she said. 'In the knowing of your deepest heart. That the all is in you and that you are in the all.'
'Oxygen?' queried Radiel.
'The all is the air I breathe everyday,' replied Nicola. 'And the water I drink.'
'The Universe?' queried Jetydosa.
'The Universe is such a simplistic idea,' replied Nicola. 'The Multiverse is far more appropriate, for there are many other realities.'
'Not sure if she is grounded in theology,' said Jetydosa. 'Hey man. You a fan of King's X?'
'Sometimes,' replied Radiel, looking at Nicola as she stretched in her leotards and t-shirt, her bosoms almost showing as she bent down.
'She's frisky I bet,' said Jetydosa. 'Make a good sackchild I think.'
Radiel looked at him. 'Sackchild?'
'A girl to get in the sack with you. Come on man. Get with it,' replied Jetydosa.
'Lingo of a forgotten age,' sighed Radiel.
'You two are talkative,' said Nicola. 'Look at the emblem on the wall. It is the Universal Symbol of the All. Everything connects and is connected to everything. In all realities. When you finally connect with the all, and let go of self, you are free. Free from the struggle of self to conquer your fears, joined to the magnificent unity of the All.'
'Cult teaching page 10,' said Jetydosa.
'In the new age,' replied Radiel. 'What do you expect.'
'I'm here for a metaphysical recharge for my music,' said Jetydosa. 'To get a new spirit spark of fresh energy. I admit she's providing.'
Radiel looked at Nicola as she bent over again. 'Yeh, she's providing alright.'
'Man. Get your mind out of the gutter,' said Jetydosa.
'Just admiring the view,' replied Radiel.
'Now remember. The war between Zandar and Elvana is not a concern. I do know they rage around us here in Kalphora at this time, old grudge blood matches of warring clans still feuding. Zandar the Conquerors and Elvana the Elohists. They each strive to demonstrate their rights at power in Kalphora, and while the fighting can get bloody, and our six O'Clock news is full of these headlines, let those tensions go. Let them die down. They do not involved the rest of us innocent Kalphoran's terribly much. Let it not worry you. And surrender to the All which can cradle all your fears and worries,' said Nicola to the group. 'And remember, we are the All and we are in the All.'
The group repeated. 'We are the All and we are in the All.'
'Crazy,' said Jetydosa under his breath.
'Tell me about it,' replied Radiel.
The End
The Eckist Temple of Kalphona City
'I sense a disturbance. In the light and sound of God,' said the Mahanta, Harold Klemp.'
'I have sensed it too,' replied Raguel. 'I've travelled here to confront it,' said Raguel. 'It is an apocalpyse. A grand visitation of the divine for judgment. There are powers at work which oppose the light and sound of God, and they are dark powers, opposing lawkeepers.'
'You will be the Word of God at this time,' said the Mahanta. 'You must be prepared. And then as King of Kings and Lord of Lords you will go forth and vanquish the would be conquerors.'
'Such is destiny,' replied Raguel the Seraphim Eckist.
'My son of the faith. Remember, the All is in All and we are in the All. The Light and Sound of God pervade all things and are in all things. In him we live and move and have our being. In him is light, and there is no darkness. And the Hu brings us close to God, were we connect with his spirit and find the peace, so sweet, of the Almighty, blessed be he.'
'I will find meditation this evening with my twin,' said Raguel. 'And I will pray and study the teachings, and be prepared for the final conflict.'
'It is this war going on,' said the Mahanta. 'Between the Zandar and the Elvana. And I sense something else. A power, alike ours, but a Jezebel. Masquerading herself as a true teacher of the Light and Sound of God. This Jezebel must be stopped also, and punished.'
'It shall be done,' replied Raguel.
'Very good faithful one,' said the Mahanta.
They sat quietly for a while in the Eckist Temple of Kalphona City in Kalphora, the capital city of Kalphora, were Kalphoraphon Keep was located, the seventh disc of the Realm of Eternity. Raguel the Seraphim of Eternity had long been part of the Eckist movement and, over time, Eckism had drawn from much of the Monotheistic traditions to strengthen itself, always choosing light, always choosing the sound of God from what was on offer. It was a peaceful religion and its adherents were quite spiritual. But it would do those things necessary at time to oppose evil. For it seemed the heart of God had opposition at times, and for one to truly perceive the all, those who would oppose it must be stopped.
'May the light and sound of God be in your heart, Mahanta,' said Raguel, and stood, bowed, and left. He drove home, to his hotel, and greeted Dorachel with a kiss, and they prayed the Hu for a while, and studied some Eckist teachings, and Raguel took out the book of Revelation he had brought with him from home, and began reading.
'We are heading into another fulfilment of the thing,' said Dorachel.
'The book stays alive,' said Raguel. 'It's faith continues and life goes on. The word of God echoes eternally so it seems.'
'So it seems,' she replied.
Raguel studied quietly, and Dorachel put on music, and got dinner started. And there was quiet peace in the hotel suite, where Raguel the Seraphim was preparing for a day of judgment, when the power of the Eck would face an ultimate test.
The End
Fallen Angel 2
Ambriel sat with Raguel in his hotel room.
'It must be dealt with,' said Ambriel. 'These Zandarians and their active promotion of Paedophila must be dealt with. It was a long time I felt it love, but Valladore hit home and I gained a conviction and I understand that innocence gets corrupted and feels sorrow in life very often. Children feel betrayed after they have been molested so very often and the end result is not love. I feel a compulsion to help you Raguel. We've gotten reports of what is going on here and as an angel who fell I understand what it's like to know the wickedness when it is finally admitted to. I will help you brother. I will help you oppose the Zandarians.'
'I don't expect the Elvana will care either way,' replied Raguel. 'They seem to delight in this conflict, as much as their bitter opposition. Like they are a people who think war is part and parcel of the package of life. They are Elohist lawkeepers, but they fight and kill with no hesitation if opposed. And they can be cold. They need a heart to warm them up. And I think that heart could be you Ambriel.'
'I'll try,' replied Ambriel.
'It is all any of us can do in the end,' said Raguel. He pointed to the map of Kalphora. 'They are strong in many districts around the capital. All over this region of Kalphora both sides have powerbases where they war it out at each other from. And Kalphona City seems caught in the midst of the struggle. Innocent people worried about their livelihoods as two warring factions fight it out. This has never been a good thing for society, and we must deal with it.'
'We will need to pray, of course. But we will need to marshal forces. And it might require some unexpected allies at this time.'
'Who do you have in mind?' queried Raguel.
'The Saruvim fighters,' said Ambriel. 'Of the Spaceways and Spaceports. Christforce, the Saruvim Daredevils and Starpower. They will be the Angels of the Skies who can help us in this war. I feel the forces of Zandar will ultimately dig in deep, and it will take much to persuade them to end this madness which is raging on. And while the Elvana are lawful enough people they kill as much, and need some sort of lecturing to bring them to their senses.'
'We will pray,' said Raguel.
'We will pray,' replied Ambriel.
And so they prayed that evening, and around the city there seemed a quelling of tensions for a while, but soon enough the fear which was present rose again, as a dark apocalypse approached.
The End
Kalphona City Golden Fries and Burgers
'Hey, cheer up little buddy,' said Daniel. 'It's not the end of the world. Now wipe that window clean.'
'Fine,' replied a moody Ambriel.
'I know, I know. Kalphona City can be a bit of a drag. So commercial. And with this shitty war going on at the moment Babylon is in a tense mood. But we've got work to do.'
'Babylon? Funny. It's a city of God,' replied Ambriel.
'Which is as commercial as fuck,' replied Daniel. 'Like every fricking city in Kalphora. But that's a good thing for Golden Fries, as we thrive in commercial realities.'
'Don't you have a heart?' complained Ambriel.
'Right in my chest,' said Daniel. 'Clean that window buster,' and he left for the managers office.
'Ignore him,' said Fiona McIntosh, coming over to Ambriel. 'He's only doing what Daniel does.'
'It's his job to keep me humble,' said Ambriel. 'An agelong contract so the Messiah doesn't get a big head.'
'So get on with the job then buster,' she said smiling, and wipped a cloth at his arm.
'Yes boss,' he replied.
Later that evening Ambriel and Fiona were in Kalphoraphon Keep, in the suite they had purchased a long time prior. Ambriel had homes in many of the discs of the Realm of Eternity, especially in the capitals. Saruviel was overseer of Kalphora, and came to Kalphoraphon keep at times to do his official overseer duties for this disc. He was not currently present, but it was home of Ambriel the Seraphim at the moment, and his wife Fiona McIntosh.
'Do you love me?' asked Fiona, as she sat in bed reading.
'Of course,' replied Ambriel.
'Are you in the mood?' she asked.
'I guess,' he said.
They were passionate, and Ambriel forgot the encounter, but a few weeks later Fiona had a surprise.
'I'm pregnant,' she said.
'Shit,' said Ambriel.
'I know,' replied Mrs Rothchild.
The child was born about 8 months later, as the war continued raging, and it was a blonde little baby they named Crystal Rothchild.
'The name is suitable,' said Fiona. 'A bit newagey, but I don't mind it.'
'Its the name I've long wanted for a child,' said Ambriel.
'We're blessed,' said Fiona.
Ambriel looked down at his new born. 'Indeed,' he said warmly.
The End
The Harlot
Crystal grew up, brought up in a household which was full of Eckist and Revelation studies going on. Her father seemed to think there was a spiritual agenda of Revelation being used at this time in Kalphora, which was her home, a proud citizen of Kalphona City. Crystal turned 18, and was a virgin, and a good girl. Her mother she loved very much, and obeyed her father, and got good grades in school, and felt like she had a destiny. But soon she found a movement, the All in All, run by a Nicola Kidd. And she went to a retreat, and knew instantly it was for her. Her father, Ambriel, warned her though.
'I am not sure at all that this is the thing you should be in Crystal. This is a thing I think which has a day of judgment coming. I've watched them a number of years now, and as they've grown they connected more and more to dangerous forces. She's connected to the Zandarians. I'm sure of that. Right in bed with them, and believes in their teachings. I see it in the reports I've gotten. Soft on sexual morality. Anything goes with the woman. She's a Jezebel. Whore Babylon herself.'
'Oh, lighten up old timer. Weren't you ever young?'
'That's the thing,' said Ambriel. 'I was. And I know the problems of youth. This is not your scene, Crystal. I won't tell you to leave it, as you must make your own decisions in life. But it will lead to problems. I'm sure of it.'
'Humph,' replied Crystal, but she kept her father's advice in mind. Still, she showed up to a meeting of the All in All, and met Nicola Kidd.
'This is Humphrey Childers,' said Nicola. 'He works in Kalphona City. He's asked to meet you.'
'Hello Humphrey,' said Crystal.
Later Crystal was singing for Humphrey. 'You should perform at my club,' he said to her.
'Love to,' she replied.
Later that year she showed up, not telling her parents were she was going, and Humphrey seemed the complete gentleman. He was grooming her though. Putting on all the smooth moves. An angel was about to fall.
The End
Fallen Angel 3
Crystal got further involved with the All in All. She was steadily indoctrinated into the group, and then Nicola started suggesting she bed some of the influential and powerful men of Kalphona City who were in the All in All. 'To make them more compliant to us,' said Nicola, tartly. Crystal thought it unusual, and a little decadent, but lost her virginity to a Kalphonan businessman, and soon starting going with them regularly. And then she was on TV as a spokesperson for the All in All, inviting people to join the cult. It became seedier still. Some of the men were perverted by the cult's spirit from the Zendarians with Paedophilia, and in no time at all Crystal was connecting men with little girls, and after a while she took this for granted. After a while she called it – love. She started liking the finer things in life. Gold. Pearls. Nice things of Scarlet. She dressed in finery, and drover the hottest sports car, and was apparently the epitome of success in life. What every citizen of Kalphona city should idealize. She was a harlot, though. And in the end she knew it. Humphrey Childers had her at the club, often, and he bedded her the most. She was his little bit of pussy, according to the sayings on the street. She'd get drunk in the club, and ooze out her prestige and pride to all who watched, a decadent slut who now had it all, and could say and do as she damn well pleased. All the time Ambriel watched on, and his heart was humbled, and he swore at God time and time again, but was reminded in his heart time and time again that that which a man soweth, surely he will reapeth. And he'd sowed the wind with his own decadence, and reaped the whirlwind. Then the fateful day came, and Crystal was naked on display at an All in All retreat centre, and said 'Fuck me boys. Do with me what you will.' And they took her, and abused her, and fed her drugs, and the following morning she was dead.
'What do we do with her?' Humphrey asked Nicola.
'Bury the body. If someone comes asking, she went away on holiday, God only knows where,' replied Nicola.
So Crystal's body was buried, and her soul had descended to Sheol, and a harlot but an angel had fallen, and Ambriel and Fiona were in sorrow. A grim day of justice indeed.
The End
666 iNterbrain 2
'Behold,' said Nicola Kidd to those assembled. 'The Ultimate Solution for the All in All. The iNterbrain. We will connect, and dream. And we will be one.'
The adherents to the All in All were connected by the Mark Chip in their right palm, some in their foreheads, and as the iNterbrain CPU began its program, they disappeared into a dreamscape of decadence and hidden delight of the most wicked parts of the Heart. Soon enough the All in All were marketing the iNterbrain to society, and all throughout Kalphona City and Kalphora people were lining up to buy the machine, which was connected to the Internet, and the Central Programming Council of a certain Ultra Humanist Society Solutions Pty Ltd. Soon it was all the rage, and everyone had them practically. People would escape from the regular boredom of life, into the iNterbrain, and enjoy it's weird and decadent dreams. But soon enough it became demanding, and people seemed to be under a drug, and soon a chip was required to run the system properly, and people could get that implant at the All in All, were they came to receive the Mark. Then, as society took shape, those with the Mark started to gain the power and were 'In', and those who resisted were condemned. Ambriel had gained followers as a Leader in Kalphona City, and he gathered people to him who were opposed to the iNterbrain. Soon, though, legislation came in as the iNterbrain community gained the power, and nobody could buy or sell in Kalphora central districts very much unless they were in the iNterbrain All in All community. The heat behind it was the Zendarians, who were starting to overpower the Elvana in their ongoing struggle, and the Elvana were starting to realize they were pretty much stuffed unless a saviour came to help them. The All in All grew, and she was decadent, and fowl, and full of her self, filled with pride and luxury, and those not 'In' were contemptuous to them, something to be looked down upon, to be humiliated. Damien the Saruvim, who marketed the iNterbrain as one of his products throughout heaven, was silently pleased at the powerful current use in Kalphora of the device, a use for which it had been intended, and he took a mild interest in the Apocalyptic things going on there but, quite frankly, that was to be expected now, wasn't it? Ambriel opposed it all and, soon, as a war machine of the Zendar grew in power, a power now setting its sight on greater world conquest, it was time to do something about this uprising. He contacted Christforce, the Saruvim Daredevils, and the Saruvim Starpower, and got things rolling. The Beast rising was now to be opposed – and dealt with. Once and for all.
The End
Little Too Serious
Fenley was in Nazraphon Keep in Zaphora.
'Lord Jesus. The Dream must play out more slowly. I don't want my money spent all at once, and I don't want it getting too heavy. Could you please pray to God the Father to bring a cessation to the current hostilities building in my fulfilment and get Kalphora back to regular life. I do like the grandness of Revelation, but I don't want too much strife and fear in the world. It's getting a little too serious now. It's not the fulfilment of the prophecy I want to run with. More of a heroic battle at the end, where the bad guys are indeed defeated, but not too much blood and guts, please. Please take it more slowly, and leave off with things for an aeon or two.'
Jesus smiled at Fenley the Saruvim. 'Very well. That is not a problem at all Fenley. The Apocalypse echoes through time. Even now, throughout the universe, other fulfilments are taking place. Every denomination of the Church has its own fulfilments of Revelation. I care about all of my followers in all movements and all their hopes and dreams that their interpretations of things matter, which they do to me and heavenly father. We care that they study the book and make wild speculations about who the beast is and who the harlot is. We care that they care and are devoted to the grand climax to history. So I will accede to your request and we will culminate the current escapade with a quiet reduction in the activities, to return to the grand opera some other time.'
'Thank you Lord Jesus Christ,' replied Fenley.
And so throughout Kalphora things changed. Nicola Rudd came on TV and declared that the 666 iNetbrain was only a device of the Beast, and they had nothing really to fear. 'I was having a little bit of wild fun, Kalphora my people,' she said. Ambriel was amused by that. The lady now was starting to present herself as an 'Evita' figure, and as the years rolled on, she entered into politics and said she needed to 'Atone' for her crimes and be an icon – a true icon – of the light and sound of God. So she became Kalphora, and loved them all, and did charity and good deeds. But deep, deep deep down in the plans of destiny, a seed was born, for latter days would arise, and the next chapter of Fenleys dark revelation of grand heroic adventure would see light. But that is a tale for another day.
The End
PART TWO
DISNEY CAMP
Ariel's Question 2
'So Daniel. Whatever happened to Delilah?' asked Ariel.
Daniel, sitting in Danielphon with his wife Jessica, playing on the X-Box, looked at Ariel.
'Shit, Ariel. What kind of question is that? I'm married to Jessica. We've been together forever now.'
'Delilah is on my email list,' said Jessica. 'Most of Daniel's exes are. I email them to give family updates. To do my charity for my husband and watch over his reputation with the ladies. Daniel is a loving man, and I don't think it proper that he thinks he can fornicate and just get away with it without some responsibilities attached.'
'There you go, babe,' replied Daniel, and returned his focus to the game he was playing.
Mike, Ariel's husband, spoke up.
'We're buddies now Daniel. You haven't hit on Keri for aeons now. You two have the support mentality of the twin well under control. And while I'm just a regular Joe, over the ages I've slowly taken an interest in some of my wife's concerns. I don't mind being partially responsible for her duties.'
'Right,' said Daniel. 'Whatever,' he said, waving his hand.
'So, buddy. We're going off to visit Delilah, and take her on a holiday to Disney Camp for Adults. We're going to show her some family friendliness. Some community spirit.'
Daniel looked at Mike. 'Ok. That sounds like a good idea. I miss her, actually. Would be good to see her again. I loved Delilah for a while.'
'The Camp is just outside of Kalphona City,' said Mike.
'Was there recently,' replied Daniel. 'Working at my Golden Fries there. Some Revelation was going down. Happens a lot, that shit. Could be interesting, a revisit. Hack into Amby Wamby again.'
'So it's arranged,' said Mike.
'It's arranged. And I'll be coming too,' said Ariel. 'I take my job seriously as Twin. You know I've always done that.'
'I do know,' replied Daniel the Seraphim. 'So we're off to see the wizard. The wonderful wizard of Disneyland.'
'Just play the game,' said Jessica.
Daniel grinned.
The End
Little Trix 2
'I'm going to run Disney Camp one day,' said Trixiel Grant, Sariel and Gloryel's 15th child.
'Dream on,' said George Cross. 'You are a pop singer at heart, and good at making funny baloons and telling lame jokes. You're perfect in the job you are in, but you are no CEO.'
'But don't you see, Georgie Boy. It's my destiny,' smiled Little Trix, and pulled the lid of a can, and a snake puppet popped out, landing on George's face.
'Funny. Get to the new guys,' said George. 'They've arrived and need to see their camp co-ordinator.'
'Yes boss,' replied Trixiel. She sighed, filled out her timesheet, and got off to the main building. She found the people sitting on the lounges and looked at them carefully.
'Shit,' she said. 'You guys are children of destiny. Hey, you're the Arch-Regent,' said Trixiel.
'Don't tell,' replied Daniel. 'We're here for a getaway and to have some fun.'
'To reconnect with past love,' said Ariel. 'For love never dies.'
'How poetic,' said Trixiel. 'I should write that down. Anyway, I'm Trixiel Grant, your camp activities co-ordinator. I'll be around each day to help you find fun things to do and unwind and relax and see what Disney Camp can offer you. We have a large complex, with lots of fun and exciting things to do. And remember, while it's aimed at the young in heart, it is for adults. So enjoy. I'll show you to your rooms now, and we'll meet up again after you've settled in somewhat.'
'Sounds good,' said Ariel. 'And thank you Trixiel. 'By the way. Do I know you? You look a little familiar.'
Trixiel made that funny laugh she makes and said 'Dad is Sariel and Mum is Gloryel. I'm there 15th born.'
'That's where I know her from,' said Daniel. 'Gloryel has her photo up on the wall or something.'
'Well, it's good to meet you Trixiel Grant,' said Ariel. 'I'm sure we'll have a great time together.'
'This way people,' said Trixiel, and led them upstairs, to their accommodation, leaving them to settle in. Soon enough she returned to the employees staff office, and George looked at her.
'How did it go?' he asked.
'Man,' she said. 'Children of Destiny themselves.'
'Heh,' replied George. 'Well you'll earn your money. For once.'
'Very funny George,' replied Trixie, and pulled the can open and another snake jumped out.
'Funny Trixiel,' said George, and Trixiel laughed and laughed.
The End
Samson and Goliath 2
'Delilah, Delilah, Delilah,' said Samson. 'You never learn, sweetie. Don't bat your eyes at the fella. He's been taken a long time now.'
'Shut up Sammy,' replied Delilah.
'Don't get any ideas, Daniel,' said Jessica. 'You're not here to get an old wife back. We're here to build family concerns.'
Daniel continued pumping the pressbench in the gym of Disney Camp, and Goliath stood above him, monitoring him.
'That's is Daniel San,' said Goliath. 'You know you're well built. Not Ultra-Heavy-Weight material like me and Samson, but you'd fit in heavweight class alright. You should take it seriously. And those legs are good for weightlifiting.'
'So I've been told,' replied Daniel.
'Delilah,' said Mike, Ariel's husband. 'You work here at Disney Camp and are good friends with Samson. You're a legendary figure biblically, and have an interest in angelic things.'
'Pretty much,' replied the Philistine lady. 'I study Eckist Lightbringing on Angelic Purposes in life. The purpose of the Angels of the Eck to bring Light to the world, the Light of God and the Light of the Lightworkers. I visit the temple in Kalphona City, were the Mahanta has been stationed in these recently troublesome times. My life – I'm happy with it. But it's good to see Daniel again. He seems the same bright spark I always knew. Full of life and wit. Always like that in a fella.'
'Right,' said Mike.
'We have plans,' said Ariel. 'Daniel wants to make a family connection with yourself.'
'Apparently I do,' said Daniel. 'I think it's a connection being chosen for me by my very considerate twin, but I'll run with it.'
'You want children to intermarry and build your heart's loves,' said Delilah. 'Very sensible. Show ourselves not hypocritical in the end towards the Lord in the lustings of our youth.'
'There was probably something going on with it all,' said Daniel. 'Maybe connections were in place which would mean something in the end.'
'Very philosophical,' said Samson. 'Now push that weight, Daniel. Let's see what you are made of.'
'Everything going fine here?' asked Trixiel Grant, coming on the scene.
'All's good Trixiel,' said Ariel.
'We're doing fine,' said Jessica.
'I see you've found three of our celebrities,' said Trixiel. 'They get paid the big bucks to work for Disney. They do movies regularly for them, and we show them in our cinema, don't you know.'
'I could imagine,' said Daniel.
'Well, I'll leave you be,' said Trixiel. 'Check back in an hour or so.'
'We'll have to watch one of them,' said Mike to Goliath.
'You're in for a thrill,' said the Philistine. 'Now get to work Mike. I wanna see those muscles flex.'
'Yes boss,' replied Mike, and Ariel watched as her husband pumped iron, momentarily transfixed by her man getting a real workout.
The End
Fallen Angel 4
'It's a stiff,' said Trixiel.
'I can see it's a damn stiff,' said George Cross. 'Come on. Help me drag it out. We can hardly have a dead body buried in a sand dune on Disney Camp Golf Course.'
'Hell no,' said Trixiel. 'I could catch something.'
'Bah. Woman,' said George. He pulled the body to the surface and looked at it, dusting away the sand.
'It's a woman,' said Trixiel.
'I can see that,' replied George. 'I wonder who she is.'
'She's angel offspring. I know that much,' said Trixiel. 'Shit. I know who it is. It's Crystal Rothchild.'
'Yeh. Yeh, it is,' replied George. 'She went missing. It was in the news. Said she'd gone away, but nobody knew where. Looks like someone might have knocked her off.'
'You could only guess who,' replied Trixiel. 'What do we do?'
'I don't fricking know,' said George. He pulled the body up to the grass and continued dusting away the sand.
'She smells bad,' said Trixiel.
'Get the golf buggy. We'll cover her over, and if anyone asks we'll say she's unwell, and take her to the back room of the office.'
'Fine,' said Trixiel. She got the buggy, and George lifted her into the back seat, and covered her, and they drove her back to the office, lifting her into the back room, placing her on the sick bed.
'Yeh, I'd say she's sick,' said Trixiel.
'Call the cops now I suppose,' said George.
'Wait,' said Trixiel. 'I have an idea.' She grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, and started wiping away all the dirt and grime. The body was quite decayed, but you could still tell who it was.
'Hold my hand,' said Trixiel to George.
'Fine,' he replied.
Trixiel laid a hand on the body. She started praying, eyes closed. 'Heavnely father. Crystal was loved. Let her time in death come to an end, and return her to us. Resucitate her body, I pray, over the next little while, and we'll make sure she gets home to her loved ones.'
'Amen,' said George. 'Man, she stinks. Ok,' he said, looking at Trixiel. 'Your prayer might work, so I'll leave her here for a day or two. But after that I'm calling the cops.'
'No problems,' replied Trixiel.
George left the room, and Trixiel looked at the body. 'Hopefully you'll get better fallen angel,' said Trixiel, and placed her hand on the body for a moment, before following George back out into the main office.
The End
Desdrael and Chantel 2
'So, Trixiel,' continued Desdrael, as Trixiel continued feeding Crystal Rothchild soup. 'What do you think? It's a handsome offer.'
'I don't know,' replied Trixiel. 'I mean, I'm pretty comfortable here at Disney. Got long term plans with them.'
'You have a good reputation,' said Desdrael.
'Very good,' said Desdrael's twin, Chantel. 'And the organisation needs someone like you for a new vision we have.'
'A Kid's show is barely a step up in the world,' said Trixiel.
'Torah Brigade's Adventure Hour is more than a kid's show,' said Desdrael. 'We have contracts to get it universal all throughout Kalphora. The paypacket will be huge for the well established host of the show. We need your coolness with kids. Your soft and fun touch. Your renowned for it you know. You are funny and likeable.'
'What do you think, Crystal?' asked Trixiel.
Trixiel just nodded. She couldn't do anything apart from mumble a bit yet.
'Where did you dig her up from?' asked Desdrael, looking at Crystal. 'She pongs a bit. She a charity case?'
'She's a star on Kalphora TV actually. For the All in All. She's been missing in action a while, but she's back with us now. Getting her back to good health.'
'That's kind of you dear,' said Chantel, and took Crystal's hand, patting it gently.
'Which is exactly what we're looking for, Trixiel. Your spunk and heart. You'd be excellent at the job,' said Desdrael.
'I'll think it over. But I'm not promising anything,' said Trixiel.
'Get back to me, Trixiel. Here's my personal email,' said Desdrael, handing Trixiel a card.
Trixiel took it, and put it in her purse. 'If you'll excuse me, I have a patient to get back to health then,' said Trixiel.
'We'll be in touch,' said Chantel.
They left the office, and Desdrael put his hand in Chantels as they walked back to their car.
'We'll stay a few days,' he said. 'Get around Kalphona City a bit. I want to come back in a week or so and see what she has to say.'
'Let's hope we get this one,' said Chantel. 'She's well known in some ways, and she really is lovely.'
'Fingers crossed,' said the Seraphim.
'Fingers crossed,' replied his twin.
The End
Kayella and Winoniel 2
'The Daly foundation is obviously commercial,' said Kayella.
'Duh,' replied Callodyn. 'It's what we do babe. Back in business again is one of our mottos.'
'You have these plans,' said Winoniel. 'Heavy investment at the moment. All going on in Kalphora. Heavy investment.'
'Blame Fenley,' said Callodyn. 'Her damn prayers. The Lord Jesus likes the Saruvim Fenley. Everybody knows. She's got the passion of a woman, he says. Blah blah blah. But now she wants healing after the smiting of the Lord, and Saruviel is hardly complaining. He's going to get that much in trade and tourism for Kalphora. And he prays, can you believe it. At the moment he's doing the damn overseers work of increasing the discs, which increase just on prayer concerns, and he's bothering. Bah, he's a fake. Only because of the current fuss. It will die right down once the hype is finished, but King Saruviel likes the attention, and is showing up to the throneroom as if he is Lord Fidelity.'
'But you're still cashing into it,' said Winoniel.
'Hey, I go where the action is,' replied Callodyn.
'Talzudiel is investing yet again. Another company concern. But he'll flake. As always,' said Winoniel.
'Oh, come off it, Winny,' said Callodyn. 'I've researched the damn shares of his ex companies. He always maintains a small legacy stakeholding before selling them off and starting again.'
'Nothing to say,' replied Winoniel.
'Bullshit Seraphim lady. I know exactly what the challenger is up to. He says he's moving on. Been there, done that. But he keeps a little bit of the slice of the pie, and starts a new dream. But it's funny ain't it. How those little slices of pie add up after a while. He knows exactly what he's freaking doing.'
'He's got you there,' said Callodyn.
'I admit nothing,' said Winoniel dramatically. 'But you? You are fricking obvious Callodyn.'
'Honesty is the best policy,' replied Callodyn.
'I'll bet,' said Winoniel.
'Come on, dear. Let's get ice cream and leave the madman to his stock market fun,' said Kayella.
Winoniel poked her tongue out at Callodyn, who flipped her the bird, but smiled at her, and returned his focus to the PC in front of him and a whole host of Saruvim Enterprises which were red hot at the moment and looking for major investment to really get them going.
The End
Ariel's Question 3
'So you believe in multiple wives do you?' asked Ariel to Daniel.
Daniel continued pumping iron, as Delilah, in her hot leotard and top wandered around the gym, checking on the people working out.
'What's that supposed to mean?' asked Daniel.
'I'm just now finally deciding to ask you the question. I put it to the test once, and married you, and you seemed content with the idea,' replied Ariel.
'I have one wife,' said Daniel.
'Currently,' replied Ariel.
'Permanently,' said Daniel, and got up and changed machines.
'Is that so,' she said, looking at him.
'Yes, that is so,' he replied. 'But why the question? You're hardly interested again are you?'
'That's not what I'm driving at,' she said.
'Then what the hell are you driving at? Multiple wives are part of the Rainbow Torah and part of the Tanakh. It's a biblical thing,' stated Daniel flatly.
'Yet in the beginning God made Adam and Eve,' said Ariel.
'We hardly have a soul mate,' replied Daniel.
Ariel stared at him.
'Shut up,' he replied. 'Twins are a different thing. We're not soul mates. We're supports for each other. Brother and sister.'
'Right,' she said.
'What the fuck is this? Are you suddenly getting funny ideas Ariel? What are you trying to understand?'
'Nothing,' said Ariel. 'Just working out the truths of my Seraphim brother.'
'Then fuck a duck,' said Daniel. 'Bring the bitches in and I'll shag them all, if you want the truth of things.'
'Stop mocking,' replied Ariel.
Daniel chuckled. 'Yeh. I suppose.'
'I think it's important for a man to marry a woman if he loves her and commits to her. Why would he really need anyone else in his life? Why would he need another bride? It's just vanity. The two become one and that's probably the way it's meant to be.'
'Tell it to the judge,' replied Daniel. 'Anyway, I'm sick of this. Let's go drink in the bar.'
Ariel followed Daniel through the building to the bar, and they ordered some drinks.
'You should get a shower you know,' said Ariel. 'They recommend it after a workout.'
'I hardly got the sweat going. Too busy with Ariel's questions.'
'I wouldn't leave Mike, you know. We're steady. I agree with you. The purpose of twin's was never stated as a marriage thing. That has always been an option, but it wasn't quite the point. But it doesn't mean I don't think you should stick with Jessica. I think you should.'
'Funny that we're here for Delilah then,' said Daniel.
'Commitments are important regardless. And she is to be officially a friend of our social circle. Permanently. All bedded partners are meant to qualify. It's personal then,' said Ariel.
'Is it really?' asked Daniel.
'Yes it is really,' replied Ariel.
'Well that's good to know. The lady has spoken.'
Ariel sat there, looking proud. She'd made her point. When the drinks came, Daniel sipped, and stared at her. 'Aren't we the holy one Ariel.'
'You said it buster,' replied Ariel.
'Indeed,' finished Daniel the Seraphim.
The End
Fallen Angel 5
'I had a dream,' mumbled Crystal Rothchild to Trixiel.
'You're speaking a bit more clearly now, Crystal,' replied Trixiel, continuing to feed her soup.
'God said that I was a Saruvim angel,' said Crystal.
Trixiel looked at her. 'It's how the Saruvim are often chosen. Initially they came from the offspring of other angels, but in time their numbers built from Saruvim's getting together and having family. I don't think our numbers, even now, are yet complete. Probably not really. Good to know. I'm Saruvim too. Was chosen to be one also.'
'My dad is Ambriel,' she said. 'The Seraphim of Eternity.'
Trixiel looked at the angel. 'My dad is Sariel. The Seraphim.'
'Small world,' mumbled Crystal. 'I need to lie down. I'm tired.' Crystal lay back down on the sick bed, and Trixiel put the blanket over her. She was starting to look a lot better, and proper colour was coming into her skin. Her prayer had obviously been answered well enough, and Trixiel felt it might have been regardless. It happened. People often came back from death. Not always. Well, not yet for some anyway. And she presumed prayer probably often had something to do with that. She felt like she'd probably made the right decision to pray with George. Crystal seemed like a nice person. She'd known her from TV, but this girl, recently dead, seemed like she had a good heart. It was still a wonder how she died.
'How is she?' asked George, coming into the back room.
'She's sleeping again,' said Trixiel. 'But recovering. She's starting to speak more clearly, and her colour is looking better.'
'I guess we probably don't need to call the cops then. But she's got to have family or something. We can't keep her here forever,' replied George.
'I know who her father is. She just told me. Soon enough I'll contact him. He'll be able to come and take her home,' said Trixiel.
'Fine. No problems then. Give her a few more days of recovery, and call him up. She should be fine enough by then.'
'Will do bossman,' said Trixiel saluting.
George left the room, and Trixiel looked down at the fallen angel. Just what kind of shit had Crystal gotten up to which had gotten her into such a sorry state? Heaven only knows.
The End
Desdrael and Aime 2
'Well, it never says Jesus claims to be Christ in the Second Revelation of St John,' said Fenley.
'No. He is the Gospelator in the Second Revelation,' replied Aime Pallierre. 'It is a deeper revelation of the truth of things. The work was commissioned by Jesus of Nazareth from the Theophany to be taught by the Theophany, through the Angel of Revelation, to St John. The Theophany gained the information from the Eternal Spirit of the Almighty. This was to be a more honest and accurate revelation of Jesus of Nazareth, the Gospel Teacher, and Great Hope for Salvation among the Children of Men.'
'Then what's your point?' asked Fenley.
'His point is that Jesus Christ is not fulfilling your words, but indeed the Second Revelation is what is at work here. Jesus of Nazareth is working the Second Revelation in Kalphora, and not the first one as you requested. So Jesus is not the Christ of these apocalyptic times. You will find better fulfilment of such realities in Ambriel's Ministry, for he is instrumental in the fulfilment of the Lord of Lords and King of Kings of the Second Revelation, the Messiah of Israel according to Jewish concerns on the issue,' said Desdrael.
'Right,' said Fenley. 'So indeed I am invoking Jesus Christ of tradition, but I do know he's not really a terribly great fulfilment of those ancient Torah Prophecies. I'm not stupid. They were so deliberately fulfilled for starters, instead of more naturally so. The prophecies should flow in my opinion in their fulfilment, not checked off on a checklist which says that ones done, move on to the next one.'
'That's a good insight,' said Aime. 'I might write an article on that theological perspective.'
'Your a Noahide, aren't you Mr Pallierre?' queried Fenley.
'And a Catholic,' replied Aime. 'But yes, I follow the Phariseical tradition of Noahidism. It's my way of things.'
'The 7 laws of Noah,' replied Fenley. 'Classic headchoppers anonymous group.'
'I've heard that joke time and time again,' replied Aime. 'Very funny Fenley the Saruvim.
Fenley chuckled. 'Well, it's good to catch up and all, and the talk on Revelation has been fun, but what's this business concern you want with me?'
'Your viewed as an influencer,' replied Desdrael. 'I'm looking at that at the moment. Key Saruvim Influencers. I have a number of them in mind. I'm a free radical of sorts, a go getter, and I am building an empire again. Well, been building it a long while, but I'm keen on new investments in the current climate. Especially in Kalphora. I want you Fenley. In my organisation. I want to work with you and use you to build my empire. The pay, it will be substantial.'
'I'll need to see the details,' replied Fenley. 'But my job is old, I work for a fashion retailer you know. I suppose I could use a change.'
'Then details you will get,' said Desdrael.
'Sounds good,' said Fenley.
They chatted on for a while, and Fenley left, and Aime and Desdrael relived some old times, old friend catching up with new vibe on the new scene.
The End
Little Trix 3
'I have the power,' sang Trixiel.
'You have the power of an idiot,' said Crystal, sitting up.
'My my my, who looks a lot better today,' said Trixiel.
'I'm feeling alright,' said Crystal.
Trixiel passed her a salad roll. 'Do you think you can manage it?' she asked her.
'I'll give it a go,' replied Crystal, and started nibbling on the roll. She looked at Trixiel. 'What's next?'
'Well, dear Saruvim sister. We find you a home, don't we? I know you have a family, but do I assume you want to go back to them or not?' replied Trixiel.
Crystal continued munching on her roll. 'Don't know,' she said after a while. 'Don't know what I should do. It was a bad case of girl interrupted. I was going somewhere in life with my plans to start with, but got caught up with the All in All. I didn't work out so well.'
'What happened there?' asked Trixiel, a concerned look on her face.
'Mamas fallen angel got in too deep,' replied Crystal. 'Some people who had deeper agendas then I was prepared to admit,' said Crystal.
'Well you know better now,' said Trixiel. 'Give them a wide berth next time I would imagine.'
'No. Not necessarily. I believe the message of the All in All. Right down to the core of my being I believe the teaching. Nicola does too. She told me so. Just things happened. With Zandarians. And it got out of control.'
'I wouldn't go back to them. They killed you didn't they?'
'No, actually. Sort of I guess. But it was my own fault. I took drugs. Got high. Overdosed. They buried me in that golf pit to get rid of me. But I knew what I was doing every step of the way,' said Crystal.
'Oh. I see,' replied Trixiel. 'Well, ironically, Nicola Kidd has turned into our Evita. She believes now that she is Kalphora and Kalphora is hers. She's in politics, and runs her own party. Gets votes too.'
'Right,' said Crystal. 'I'll have to look her up then.'
'Where do you want to go then?'
'Home,' she replied. 'Back to mum and dad.'
'Then I'll contact Ambriel. Get him to come and collect you,' said Trixie.
'Tomorrow, if that's ok,' said Crystal. 'Still gathering my thoughts.'
'As you wish,' replied Trixiel.
The End
Ariel's Question 4
'So, did you have a good time?' Ariel asked Daniel as he drove along.
'Do tell,' said Jessica, in the front seat next to Daniel.
'I hardly saw Delilah in my time there,' said Daniel. 'Much ado about nothing.'
'You couldn't keep your eyes off her,' said Mike. 'Dressed up in her gym gear.'
'We agreed to remain good friends,' said Daniel. 'I had a chat with her in the bar, and we decided to leave it at that. If our extended families intermix one day, all well and good. But it's not a protocol requirement. I'm more flexible than that idea. Life still does what it wants to do.'
'Satisfactor. For now,' said Ariel, looking out the window of the car.
'You're hung up on the idea of romantic flings being eternal commitments,' said Daniel to Ariel. 'We all make a few funny decisions in life. We don't have to eternally dwell on them. Life moves on. People move on. You're making a mountain out of a molehill.'
'Don't think so,' said Ariel under her breath.
'Well I damn well do,' said Daniel hotly.
Silence in the car for a while.
'Don't you still fancy Delilah?' Mike asked after a while. 'Don't you want the friendship to continue?'
'It will. Quite happy with that,' said Daniel. 'She's always been in my little black book. That won't change.'
'Marriages are supposed to mean something,' said Ariel.
'We're not married,' said Daniel.
'But you were,' replied Ariel.
Daniel drove on. Nobody spoke for a while.
'So what,' said Daniel.
'It's important. Oaths of marriage are supposed to be important. They're commitments,' said Ariel. 'And Delilah made commitments to my twin, and that is important for me.'
'Yeh, but she made them to me, not you. And we were happy enough to part ways in the end. It wasn't meant to be,' said Daniel.
'Maybe not in marriage, I admit,' said Ariel. 'But there was electricity between you two for a while, and it was a good life indicator that somethings going on there.'
Daniel mulled that over. 'Well there might fricking well be. She's hot. I like her tits.'
Mike laughed.
'Something more than that, guttersnipe,' said Ariel. 'It's a life connection which should remain important. It's not always easy to find anyone to like you very much in the end at all anyway. When you do, hang on to them buddy. Don't waste your friendships. And certainly not the foundational ones for an eternal life. They are the crucial ones. They matter.'
'That's an interesting point,' said Jessica. 'I might think about that Ariel. Thanks.'
'So get the point, buddy. Delilah and other lovers will be seen to and held with respect,' said Ariel.
'So you say,' said Daniel, still somewhat defiantly.
'So I say,' finished Ariel.
They drove on for a while, and soon enough reached the spaceport. They parked, and exited the vehicle, getting their luggage.
'Well, we're going home now,' said Daniel to Ariel. 'And I've done this good deed you have asked me of. Sure. In the end I don't mind that much anyway. Just think you're making a big deal out of something you don't need to.'
'You'll see,' said Ariel. 'I know what I'm talking about.'
'Apparently,' replied Daniel.
They carried on, booking in, and soon where on the shuttle. The trip lasted a few hours, and soon they had settled down, back in Zaphora. Daniel and Jessica bid Ariel and Mike farewell, found their car in the carpark, and headed back to Danielphon. They got inside, and Daniel sat down on the couch.
'You happy with Ariel's reasoning?' asked Daniel. 'I'm not completely convinced of it, and I'm married to you sweetheart.'
'I don't mind the compassion,' replied Jessica. 'That is important. But your my man, and I won't let your twin forget that. Don't worry about it Dan. Things will be taken care of in due course.'
'Good to hear,' replied Daniel. And so, the trip to Disney Camp now complete, Daniel settled back in to Danielphon, and got on with his current game on the X-Box he had been playing. And as for all of Ariel's wonderful questions. Well, they could wait till another day.
The End
PART THREE
KALPHONA CITY
Radiel and Crystal
'You again,' said Crystal.
'Glad you remember me,' said Radiel.
They were at Humphrey Childer's club in downtown Kalphora City, Crystal drifting back into the old scene.
'Wanna get lucky?' asked Radiel.
'Don't know,' said Crystal. 'I've reformed a lot of my ways. Daddy got me on the straight and narrow these days.'
'Ambriel the Seraphim. Interesting father. The Messiah of Israel. Bet that helps pay the bills,' said Radiel.
'Isn't your father Saruviel the Seraphim? You're hardly broke,' replied Crystal.
'Touche,' said Radiel. 'Let's ditch this joint. Come back to my place. Great view of the country.'
'Yeh, why not,' said Crystal.
They drove through the city, and Radiel had his eye half on the road and half on Crystal. She was dressed to kill. They got back to his place, and he started kissing her. And she didn't resist – at first. But after a while she pulled away.
'What's up babe?' he asked. 'Not DTF?'
'Not tonight, Radiel. I want to be a better woman. Go straight. Live proper like. I only go to the club because it's people I know, and it's a competitive world. Gotta know people to get somewhere in life. That's the Saruvim way, doncha know.'
'You Saruvim then?' asked Radiel, pouring himself a drink of Scotch.
'Apparently,' she replied. 'God spoke to me in a dream affirming the idea.'
'Cool. Welcome to the club,' he said.
'Thank you,' she replied.
She started looking over his CD collection. 'You like heavy metal?' she said.
'Yeh. Dad's tastes a lot of it, but I have my own faves as well. Metallica rock baby.'
'I prefer Poison,' she said. 'They get me there.'
'I love Poison,' said Radiel.
'You're just saying that,' she replied.
'Maybe,' he said. He picked out a CD.
'Bon Jovi?' she queried.
'The best I can do for glam metal. Slippery When Wet. Not too shabby.' He put on the album, and as Let it Rock started playing, they sat down on the lounge, and he started kissing her again. But, again, she pulled away after a while.
'Not tonight buster,' she said.
'Fine,' he said. 'Well, let's eat.' He ordered Maccas Takeaway, and they sat out on his verandah, eating big macs, looking at the countryside.
'Yeh, the views fantastic,' she said.
'Wanna stay the night?' he asked.
'Only in the spare room,' she replied.
'Fine,' he said.
The following morning she was making breakfast, and Radiel came in to a full table of fry up.
'Looks awesome, wife of mine,' he said.
'That's the idea,' she replied.
He looked at her. 'You serious.'
'If you make an honest women out of me, I'm all yours.'
'I'll keep that in mind,' he replied, starting his breakfast.
He dropped her off at home, before he went off to work, and Ambriel and Fiona had been worried sick, as she hadn't called, but she told them who she was with, and that he left her be. That seemed to console her parents somewhat. And, as the week passed, and Radiel called her a few times, Crystal sensed that romance might be in the air and, while she knew she needed a job, maybe it was simply being a housewife in the end. Homemakers never really did go out of style.
The End
Rocketown
'What's the request, sweetheart,' said the DJ.
'Fallen Angel,' said Crystal Rothchild.
'Poison's Fallen Angel. Here we go,' said the Kalphona City Radio DJ.
The song started playing as Crystal drove along in her Porsche. Daddy had bought her the Porsche. She was much grateful. She made her way down through the nightlife, getting to Childers bar, and parked in the carpark opposite. She came inside, ordered a drink, and the song was still playing on the radio.
'Gonna sing tonight?' asked Humphrey Childers, coming over.
'What, no pickup line?' queried Crystal. 'You usually want me in the sack.'
'Babe. You're gorgeous. But Radiel is a pretty straight fella in the pack. I'll leave his woman be,' replied Humphrey.
'Oh, I'm his woman now, am I?' replied Crystal.
'So everyone is saying,' replied Humphrey. 'I assume it's the case right?'
'Get me a drink. I'll think about singing.'
Humphrey left, and a waiter came over with a Shandy, and Crystal sipped on it. The bar was alive with chatter, a busy night, people finished for the week and wanting to relax and party. There was a good mood in the place.
'Rocketown,' said someone, sitting down at her table. He seemed like a nice person. A bit formally dressed.
'What about Rocketown?' asked Crystal.
'I can show you a way of life outside of Rocketown. Not all this vanity. Not all this glitz, Crystal Rothchild. You deserve a chance to know a better way at least.'
'You some kind of cult builder?' she queried. 'I'm used to those.'
'Just faith in the man from Nazareth. And a better way,' replied the man.
'Jesus,' she replied, and took out a cigarette and lit up. She puffed on it and looked at the man.
'I'm Saruvim. And Torah. But I don't mind Jesus of Nazareth. I've read the book of revelation a few times growing up. It was all in vogue, of course, wasn't it?'
'They were wild times. Zandar and Elvana have calmed down a lot, but the passion isn't dead yet. It's a good time for people to be free. It's a good time for them to find the river of life.'
'Right,' she said, and puffed on her ciggie. 'Daddy trained me up good and proper. I'm also part of Messiah Ministries, and we have a decent love plan in life. I believe it. I follow it. I live a moral and decent code. Rocketown doesn't bother me that much, you know.'
'Take this card. It's an address outside the city. Our compound. We live clean and decent, unblemished from the world. We're strict on sexual morality and don't like worldliness. Woman are not men are not women in our movement, and everyone serves the Lord with their whole heart. But we have a good time praising God, and are usually quite happy people. The strict way of life gives a lot of genuine joy.' He stood, and smiled at her. 'Rocketown has its charm, but try us for a while. It might suit you.'
'Thanks,' she replied. She looked at the card. 'Harvest Life Pentecostal Congregations. Where Jesus is our Thing.' She put the card away, and the man left, and she sat for a while, soon getting up to sing. But Harvest Life was on her mind. The man seemed peaceful. It looked – interesting.
The End
Saruviel's Redemption 2
'Kalphona City. Grand and Beautiful, Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly,' said Saruviel the Seraphim to Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.
'Indeed she is beautiful. And I'm a proud citizen,' said Fenley the Saruvim.
'But you would be,' said Saruviel. 'Everything to be proud of.'
'Yeh, yeh, yeh,' said Daniel. 'You're acting like you are hotshit at the moment, and even he is here, kissing your arse. Rise of the Saruvim going on again, and you are full of pride Alexander.'
'Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. I am merely exuding the natural greatness of my natural being. You are hardly capable of understanding that, dimly lit Noahide.'
'Yes grand ecumenizer,' replied Daniel. He surveyed the Golden Fries and Burgers they drove past, noticing Ambriel wiping the inner windows.
'Daniel's got him to work,' said Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.
'He likes staying humble,' said Saruviel. 'It's his nature to chose a job which keeps him grounded. I've looked into the idea from time to time.'
'But you are too magnificent in grand freedom to consider service, I take it,' replied Daniel.
'No,' said Saruviel. 'Just rather busy.'
'Are we there yet?' asked Fenley.
'You sure you paying her enough?' asked Daniel.
'Everyone wants the promulgator of the revelation at the moment,' said Saruviel. 'Word got out from the Christ Child who was pushing the praying and how long she'd been faithfully pursuing it with the Lord. She obviously gets results. That's what people are after from our dear Fenley Saruvim.'
'No kidding,' said Fenley, looking out the limousine window.
'Here we are,' said Saruviel.
They exited the limo, and came inside one of Saruviel's establishments in the city. They went to the back room of the ground floor, where Saruviel had an office, and Saruviel poured them drinks.
Saruviel looked at Daniel. 'The grand chronicler went against the grain of the Christ Child's Armageddon a long time ago. Because he had received faith in the Noahide Covenant. Why such a contrary spirit to the wishes of Jesus?'
'Why do you want to know?' asked Daniel.
'I have 4 numbers on me,' said Saruviel. 'Three sixes. But a 4 elsewhere.'
'I see,' said Daniel.
'So why was my redemption important? Why shouldn't I get my just deserts.'
'Prophecies shall fail. Love shall reign. Nobody deserves eternal suffering,' replied Daniel.
Saruviel sipped on his drink. 'I see,' he said at last. 'No matter then.' He turned to Fenley. 'Now what sort of job do you want. I matched all the offers and doubled them. So what do you want to do?'
'Dunno,' replied Fenley. 'But I'm good with fashion.'
'That should be fine,' replied Saruviel. He looked at Daniel. 'I'm grateful you did. Intercede. It worked out well enough in the end.'
'Then all is well,' said Daniel.
'All is well,' finished Saruviel.
The End
Frontal Impact 2
'Softly, Daniel,' said Saruviel. 'Sit there quietly and softly.'
'It's rather lame hypnotism,' said Daniel, sarcastically.
'It's not hypnotism,' replied Saruviel.
'You've done this to me before,' said Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. 'A while back. When you were busy with other things again for a while.'
'Stay soft,' said Saruviel. He put his hands on Daniel's head, and started praying softly.
'What is this about?' asked Fenley.
'I'm drawing on him,' said Saruviel.
'That's all he ever says,' replied Daniel. 'When he does these magic tricks, he's drawing on me.'
'Quiet,' said Saruviel. Saruviel looked upwards, and suddenly there were pictures and thoughts and ideas in his mind. He drew from Daniel's mind, and started moulding destiny and new adventure. Then, suddenly, he was finished, and pulled his hands away.
'Shit,' said Daniel, but the thoughts were gone just as quickly. He looked at Saruviel. 'Earth Jubilee. You have an essence of my nature on Earth Jubilee. In the higher realms of the Multiverse.'
'Pretty much,' said Saruviel. 'Your higher spirit has a life there also. Higher up in your spiritual thinking. It's you, you know. Your own life. If you were extremely sedate and relaxed you could sense some of this spiritual life going on. We always could as human beings as well. It was our spirit in the heavenlies which guided us at times. But you are in Earth Jubilee, and that is where you have a further living experience. I'm drawing on your recent history. An update if you will, to recharge your Earth Jubilee spirit with some new foundational thinking.'
'I see,' said Daniel, snapping out of it. He looked squarely at Saruviel. 'Very amusing,' he said.
'Glad you approve,' replied Saruviel the Seraphim.
* * * * *
'Indeed, you can travel to the second heavenly realm physically. There is a place where it is on the globe of heaven. But you enter it through portals and, as I understand it, you travel then to the upper atmosphere of heaven in reality, even though it has a physical place of access. Accessing the higher realms till we get to the multiverse proper goes through portals also, and these are higher in the heavnly of the spiritual realms of heaven. They require you to travel through the access codes to gain access. But if you exist spiritually in the upper heavens into the multiverse and further, unity occurs,' said Saruviel.
'Unity,' replied Fenley.
'You will be gathered to your spirit essence in the multiverse, and as you rise higher, if there is more than one expression of your spirit, you gather each essence unto your being. And in the higher levels of the multiverse, you know and realize the fulness of life you have experienced.'
'Don't goggle the girls mind,' said Daniel. 'She's young.'
'I'm probably half your age. More so I would think,' said Fenley. 'Just not as much of the early core knowledge yet. Still learning things.'
'The Frontal Impact you receive in rising higher is right into the heart and mind and soul of your being,' said Saruviel. 'You really start to feel the passion and come alive.'
'You suggest I meet myself?' asked Daniel.
'If you're ready for it, Daniel san,' replied Saruviel. 'But I'm still working on the multiverse. One day, with God's approval, many children of destiny can find themselves.'
'Fascinating,' replied Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.
* * * * *
'Well, Brenton. What do you want with me?' asked Delta Goodrem of the Way of the Eternal Dove.
'We have some questions,' said Paul Saberton. 'About the Way.'
'We're not the Way International,' said Cheryl Cole. 'But we are Unitarian. And Noahide. And we believe in Peace.'
'Pretty much,' said Jack Dagger. 'I'm a copper and I grow Callodyn Stalk for use in cooking and things. In my policework I bring peace by following the rules quite well. I'm a little bent, by nature, but with the Way of the Eternal Dove it acts as a foil so I remember to bring peace and lawfulness to my work, and follow protocols respecting human rights, and that lives matter.'
'That's it Jack,' said Delta. 'Lives matter. All lives matter. Black, white, Red. Everyone.'
'Right,' said Brenton. He sat down and looked around the assembly hall. 'It seems peaceful. Like a church building.'
'The House of God usually is that way,' said Cheryl.
'Seraphim Daniel suggested we come along,' said Chris White. 'Said this would be an environment which understands us. We're not always that received in Christianity. We were on the edge a lot with our doctrines and ways, and didn't conform to the mainstream church that much. He says the Way of the Eternal Dove won't really worry about that.'
'We're accepting,' said Jack.
'We'll take you as we find you,' said Delta. 'We're all God's children after all. She looked at Brenton. 'Do I know you by the way?'
'Only in another life, babe,' replied Brenton White.
* * * * *
Michael and Raphael stood on the top of Kalpheraphon Keep, looking out over Kalphona City.
'This spirit again,' said Raphael. 'It's a lively one as well.'
'Especially with the Rise of the Saruvim going on at the moment,' replied Michael. 'But this is new birth. The Frontal Impact of a head on life. Were we feel most alive. Saruviel and his Saruvim are rising up to challenge us all, and we can revel in his power, and use it for our own good. It's his job to challenge us to new heights.'
'Up there in the heavenlies above us are new heights. The greater multiverse. Talk is going on that Saruviel is bringing new births and rebirths of the spirit to his multiverse at the moment. Are we going to apply?' asked Raphael.
'All in good time,' replied Michael. 'I've been faithful on the prayers of the sovereign seven, so enjoy your privileges and we shall descend.'
'Like Batman?' queried Raphael.
'Draw thine wings, brother of mine,' said Michael.
And Raphael drew his wings, and they flew throughout the skyscrapers of Kalphona City on a rainy night, and what the citizens made of rarely flying angels, well only God knew.
* * * * *
'Are you sure we're going dancing, Daniel?' asked Sharakondra.
'Childers Nightclub. Crystal Rothchild is there,' replied Daniel.
'Oh, good,' said Sharakondra.
They got to the nightclub, and met with Crystal.
'You seem like your old self,' said Daniel. 'Ambriel sent me a lot of info on you as you grew up. Ran into some tough times, didn't you?'
'The All in All were tough times. I went back. Also in a Pentecostal thing at the moment. They are trying to convert me to the love of Jesus,' replied Crystal.
'Jesus never gives up either,' said Sharakondra. 'He was pushing a Christ doctrine at the beginning of things, and he's never given up on it. It's funny. God never really approves of the idea for him much, but he goes for the glory anyway. Gets it too.'
'They have a peace about them. I'll admit that much,' said Crystal.
'You are going to sing for us?' asked Daniel.
Crystal smiled, and got up to the stage. She began singing a ballad, and Daniel, politely, asked Sharakondra to dance. As they danced formally Shara looked at Daniel.
'You're obviously not making moves this time Danny.'
'I'm faithful to Jessica my wife,' said Daniel. 'No Delilah or Ariel or even Sharakondra, as hot as she is, will change that now. It's pretty much a settled thing my dear.'
'Good to know. If only Semyaza was made of as much salt. But he's faithful enough. Just terribly slack.'
'It can take some of us a long time to adjust to a better standard,' said Daniel. 'Lifetimes.'
'So true,' replied Sharakondra.
So they danced, and Daniel remained on good behaviour, as the song changed, and a happy but sombre spirit filled Childers Nightclub in Kalphona City in the Realm of Eternity.
* * * * *
'So, did you get lucky? Shove your tongue down her throat again?' asked Ambriel.
'My my my. You're in a Frontal Impact mood, aren't you,' replied Daniel, sipping on coffee in Ambriel's home in Kalphona City.
'You didn't. You don't have the panache,' said Ambriel. 'Hopeless. What, you actually took her dancing, and was formal the whole night right? Predictable.'
'Your daughter sang slow songs, and I kept my hands to myself,' replied Daniel. 'I'm happy with my level of cool, dear brother. I always have been. Daly's are a sedate enough bunch in the end, and when I settle down I generally mean it in the end.'
'Hopeless,' replied Ambriel. 'Good work though. It's important to keep Sharakondra happy with you. She sets the tone for much of the fashion world thinking in the Realm of Eternity, and Danielphon has always been good for her. People appreciate that you and Valandriel give her a solid environment in which to work.'
'And I don't want to fuck that up. Literally,' replied Daniel.
'No,' said Ambriel. 'Crystal sang well?'
'Very well,' replied Daniel. 'She's a lovely girl. Very attractive. I hear Radiel, Saruviel's son, is all over her these days. And she's found a bit of new life in Pentecostalism.'
'Jesus always wants a slice of the pie,' replied Ambriel. 'He can never let it be. God provides an actual Messiah, and he still pushes his agend. Stubborn soul.'
'He has things he offers us all,' replied Daniel.
'I guess he always did,' said Ambriel. He picked up his crossword book and brushed past Daniel and whispered, 'You should have at least pashed her once or twice.'
Daniel grinned. 'Maybe next time dude.'
* * * * *
'He's a dickhead. Believe me. The Lord Satan is a dickhead,' said Lucifer. 'You don't want to give him a new birth experience.
'Why not?' asked Crystal. 'Lord Saruviel is a great ecumenist, and Fenley has been all over the papers with the promotion of the New Way. The New Birth of Multiversal Realities. They don't go for much, but Harvest have been enjoying it's possibilties.'
'I'm not sure we can baptize the devil into the multiverse,' said Pastor Hawkins, looking at Satan.
'It could be confronting,' said Benjamin Topp, who had brought Crystal into Harvest.
'It's the new agenda,' said Saruviel. 'You've been born again again, and it's time to find this new life for our Saruvim brother of Infinity. The Rise of the Saruvim is going on, and it's the new spirit I seek in Kalphora. I wish this done,' said Saruviel the Seraphim.
'He wishes it done, Pastor Hawkins.
'We've been at this for about 3 months now,' said Pastor Hawkins. 'When Saruviel showed up with his new birth theology, we took it for granted that it was an acceptable enough doctrine, as the Multiverse is well established in the heavenlies. It's a received doctrine of the Church, and as Kalphorans we don't mind that much. It's why we are here in Kalphora. The sombre mood of things. But Satan himself? It's a bit confronting.'
'Lay your hands on me,' said the Devil.
'He's a dickhead,' said Lucifer.
'You're next, Lucy,' said Saruviel.
Pastor Hawkins and Saruviel the Seraphim lay their heads on Satan's head, and he had visions and he had dreams, and suddenly there was a new spirit in his mind.
'I'm born again,' he said sarcastically, opening his eyes.
'God help us all,' said Benjamin Topp
* * * * *
'Ketravim seem likeable,' said Paul Saberton. 'Maybe I have Ketravim in me.'
'Hardly likely,' replied Delta Goodrem. 'Our numbers are finite. You would have known by now. Your doctrine is hardly Way of the Eternal Dove. We're the storeholders of the core ideology of Ketravim wisdom. They look at us. We're not the only thing Ketravim are involved with. They are in all things, for the most part. But the Way of the Eternal Dove has much of its headship. You would know by now. And you're a Christian. Of a Branhamite Temporal Binitarain movement. You are hardly Ketravim.'
'Yet they are in all movements,' said Cheryl. 'And I don't know that many Binitarians. Probably time the Ketravim gained a member from that world.'
Delta gazed at Paul. 'He's had no vision.'
'I was told to come here,' said Paul.
'Baptize him,' said Jack.
'Come here, blondie,' said Delta, and Paul came and kneeled in front of her. She put her hands on his head. She dug into his thoughts with her spirit, and melded inside. She found the resonance, and nurtured it. It started glowing colours in her mind, Ketravim colours. She released him, and he fell back, slain by the spirit. He was on the floor, hallucinating. After a while normal vision resumed and he sat up.
'What the hell did you do to me Delta?' asked Paul. 'That's not a slaying in the spirit. It's totally a wack job. You overrode my mind with all sorts of thoughts on love and peace and gentleness. I had no choice but to obey.'
'Question is,' said Delta. 'Did you want to?'
Brenton received baptism from Cheryl as did Chris White. A similar experience.
'Witchcraft,' said Brenton, coming to his senses.
'Hardly. Just powerful spirituality,' said Cheryl. 'We are old in the Way. We impact if we need to. It was just language. Communication. A mind meld. Nothing more. Just assessing you both. You have inner cores which see Ketravim as positive but you are unsure if you want to make the commitments of charitable hearts, which is just too Catholic Vincent de Paul for you both, even though you are attracted to it.'
'She's a witch,' said Chris. 'Saw our inner hearts.'
'It could probably emerge in you,' Delta said to Paul. 'But possibly only if you really want it to.'
'We'll talk,' Paul said to Chris and Brenton.
'We'll think it over,' said Brenton.
'But we want to match the Sarvuim's new lease of life,' said Chris. 'And this is something which will probably be assented to give us an extra lease of life.'
'Oh. I see,' said Jack. 'The war of the children of light with the children of darkness. Still fighting are you.'
'Somebody has to,' replied Brenton.
'We'll see you soon enough,' said Paul Saberton, and they left.
'New members?' Cheryl asked Delta.
Delta considered that. 'Power mad fundamentalists. They want every edge they can get.'
'New members,' said Jack.
'Probably,' finished Cheryl Cole.
* * * * *
Phanuel and Brindabel were in the 6th Heavenly Realm at Gateway City. Gateway City was the Gateway of Portals to the Multiverse. All throughout the City you found Portals which took you into Saruviel's Multiverse.
'The sixth paradigm is man, of course, and the natural way of things. For angelicdom it is also the natural way of things,' said phanuel, sipping on a Gooseberry's Caramel Sundae in downtown Gateway City.
'I love these sundae's,' said Phanuel. 'You should buy your twin one more often.'
'If I can afford it,' said Phanuel. 'Do you see the price of these things? The extra large practically costs a CD. They ain't cheap.'
'Oh, shut up,' said Brindabel. 'And resume your discourse.'
'When we get into seven it starts to get a bit more divine. And we're at the crossroads were we leave a more solid form of reality to a place where the rules are bent a bit. Talking squirrels and the like. Cosmic wonder indeed. But it is grounded enough in reality and steadily solidifies from aeon to aeon as the truths of its foundations become more established in tradition.'
'Why are we here?' asked Brindabel.
'Because of the war of the Sons of Light with the Sons of Darkness,' replied Phanuel. 'And because they have winged their asses off to get me to make a move on their behalf.'
'Who has winged?' asked Brindabel.
'Saberton and the White Twins. They still wanna fight the devil and believe there is an ultimate Apocalypse at the end of all things were the Devil will learn the wrath of the Lamb of God.'
'Wishful thinking,' replied Brindabel.
'But they are praying about it, and working on their prayers regular like. So because they have made a good donation to various societies in the sixth heavenly realm, I have brought us here to look at a standard gate. See that one there,' said Phanuel pointing to a portal.
'Yep,' replied Brindabel.
'There aren't really many other ways into the Multiverse unless you are a natural citizen. We're not completely the only way, but to rise through the heavenly realms you go from 2 to 6 in order, and you don't bypass unless you have good rights.'
'I know this well,' replied Brindabel. 'What do they want?'
'Toll fees,' said Phanuel. 'Exorbitant toll fees to go into the Multiverse and leave the Multiverse in our direction. And all applicants to pass a 'Person of Merit' test.'
'Leglistic bastards,' replied Brindabel. 'Tell them to go to hell.'
'Nah, I'll give them what they want. For a season and a time. It will piss of Saruviel heaps, so I don't really mind giving younger brother the stick for a bit.'
'War with sons of darkness indeed,' said Brindabel.
Phanuel chuckled.
* * * * *
'He's an ass,' said Saruviel to Daniel the Seraphim. 'Our brother Phanuel is an ass. It's a wild accusation against Saruvim in general because Satan is one of us somewhat. It's not that big a problem in some ways because, frankly, a lot of the people trying to get into the Multiverse, well, I'm not sure I want them that much. Unsophisticated beasts a lot of them. Farty farts, like Michael, with simplistic authoritarianism in them who try and rule everything, and have no respect for people and their freedom of choice.'
'I see,' said Daniel. 'That's always been important to you, hasn't it?'
'It's one of the fundamentals. Every Morning Star of ancient of days would know my issue with heavenly father. It goes back to the beginning of things. I've got a lot more education on the realities of it now, but some things don't really change in how I appreciate life, Daniel.'
'We are what we are,' replied Daniel. 'And early thinking is our eternal grounding a lot of the time.'
'Exactly,' replied Saruviel. He sipped on his Gooseberry's caramel sundae in the Gooseberry's store in Kalphora City. 'Phanuel is an ass,' he said again.
'I here you,' replied Daniel. 'Anyway, I have questions. What is this new birth you are giving out? How does that connect us with the Multiverse?'
'Well it will hardly fucking do it so well now, won't it,' replied an irate Seraphim.
'But a person doesn't have to go into the fulness of their spiritual life in the Multiverse. They can be born again from your laying on of hands. From your own baptism.'
'But their destiny should be to visit one day, when the spirit sees things appropriate. And assholes like Phanuel are only adding in problems. He's probably got an agenda or something.'
'Maybe,' said Daniel. 'Time will tell I suppose.'
'He's an asshole,' finished Saruviel.
* * * * *
'Nicola Kidd has quite specific requests,' said Callodyn the Cherubim to Michael the Cherubim. 'In the passing of the legislation to rezone the community centre for commercial purposes, it quite specifically states that prayer campaigns of a religious nature must act in the harmony and the spirit of Kalphona City. But she's sent me a list of suggestions for the prayer room protocols.'
Michael was looking over the protocols. 'We're cherubim, of course, and we buddy the Ketravim to mentor them. So she wants Ketravim Prayers which foster the best interests of Saruvim Endeavours.'
'Our link earlier up the chain is to ensure no current Ketravim competitiveness interferes with what the Saruvim are supposed to do. The new Peace community centre operates for Cherubim Glory, and that's understood. There are many Cherubim who actually live in Kalphona City, and quite a number of Cherubim offspring. It was considered reasonable by Kalphona City council we gain our own place for prayer,' said Callodyn.
'But we have to act in the best interests of the predominantly Saruvim inclined Kalphona City community,' replied Michael.
'Exactly,' said Callodyn. 'Of course, it's commercial only, because official Kalphona City prayer rooms are mandated to function on Saruvim Prayer Campaigns. It's Saruviel's policies. He's a tough nut to crack.'
'He's not stupid,' said Michael.
'Obviously,' replied Callodyn. 'Now we are beginning a new prayer pattern. This is to strengthen the Cherubim community in Kalphora, and as requested build a more responsible attitude in the Ketravim towards the Saruvim Community.'
'I want to christen the prayer room. As a member of the Cherubim Glory prayer team, I want it sanctified for special purposes,' said Michael. 'In the name of Jesus Christ.'
'Only in the name of Jesus,' said Callodyn. 'I'm boss of the Cherubim Glory prayer team, and only in the name of Jesus. Christhood is disputed.'
'Fine. If you insist,' replied Michael. 'Quibbler.' Michael looked at the prayer room, and sat down in a corner, facing the wall. Callodyn sat down in the other corner and they prayed silently for a while. Then Michael prayed out loud.
'Heavenly father. The Ketravim must mentor the Saruvim. There is a hierarchy of things in the Realm of Eternity, which you yourself established. I christen this prayer room in the name of Jesus the Cherubim to ensure that you rebirth this prayer room with a focus on the Ketravim not interfering, but only fostering the endeavours of the Saruvim Community of Kalphona City. Amen.'
'Amen,' replied Callodyn. 'Good,' he said to Michael. 'Now when we can get Jesus and Marckonyel in here in time, we can start developing the prayer program more comprehensively.'
'He's busy,' said Michael. 'But he enjoys being part of Cherubim Glory.'
'Let's get McDonalds,' said Callodyn.
And Callodyn and Michael headed off to McDonalds, the new Peace Prayer room of Kalphona city reborn with a new lease of life.
* * * * *
'In the Ketravim Realm,' said Lucy. 'We were in the Ketravim Realm. The Sixth Heavenly Realm were the Ketravim were the dominant thinking in time. Phanuel was firstborn. There was a great rest, and we went through different lives, then a Return to the firstborn socity. In those other worlds I was Lucy Potter.'
'Something like that I think,' said Decadence, listening to Unskinny Bop by Poison on vinyl 7 inch.
'I haven't done drugs in a long time now,' said Lucy. 'Life has moved on for this witch.'
'Good to know Miss Smith,' replied Decadence. 'Anyway, we haven't caught up in ages. Where are you these days?'
'All over the place,' replied Lucy. 'I live with father and mother on New Terra a lot of the time, and Jonathon is there a lot as well. What I mostly call home. I get to Shelandragh's place regularly.'
'I like the Realm of Eternity,' replied Decadence. 'Hanging around Callodyn as a Callophim a lot of the time. I think I'll be a Callophim one day. Sort of think that is my destiny. When that branch of angelicdom arises.'
'Could be,' said Lucy. She looked at the dressing table. 'Can I?' she asked.
'Go ahead,' said Decadence.
Lucy sat in front of the dressing table, grabbed the mascara, and started applying it. Decadence watched.
'We going out to be bad girls tonight are we?'
'Like old times,' said Lucy. 'We'll show Kalphona City what we are made of. Get to Callodyn. Get him to take us out with Michael the Cherubim who he's hanging with. We'll get down to Childers Club and have fun.'
'Tonight's our night to howl,' said Decadence.
'Bring it on,' finished Lucy Smith.
* * * * *
'Azrael is ruling the world of Kalphona City with his pubs, and has a 15% share in the Childer's Corporation which is developing throughout all of Kalphora,' said Michael.
'I know,' replied Raphael. 'He's quiet, though. The solitary faith has returned to him.'
Raphael, eating Langwah in the cafeteria of Kalpheraphon Keep, smiled at Raphael.
'It's my nature to be quiet when not on show, buddy,' said Azrael. 'I mean, quite frankly Raphael, you and the social team are always trying to get me into action. I like to chill out and just be me dude.'
'Ambriel takes his job as social fitter seriously still,' said Raphael in reply.
'A bit too social in recent processes,' replied Azrael. 'He's lucky he finally got off his butt and did something about that addiction.' Azrael stared at Michael. 'Unlike some.'
'Hey, I'm on counselling,' said Michael. 'Besides, it was to teach those frikking Noahides a lesson about trying to kick Israel out of the Realm of Eternity.'
'But you've been seeping back in for ages now,' said Azrael. 'Zionistya isn't enough for you, huh?'
'Old homes are in eternity for a lot of the people,' said Michael. 'Daniel and Valandriel don't really care anymore anyway. They've lightened up with some legislative repeals. Israel can assemble in Eternity if they really insist. The expectation is still generally Zionistya for which it was created, but we may reside in Eternity. Providing we keep our numbers under control. But that's private discourse.'
Azrael continued eating his Langwah. 'You shouldn't have to restrict your procreativity.'
'Daniel is concerned we'll start praying a Catholic agenda of huge families to eventually out populate everyone else. Like we're muslims or something. It's not really our way. We just want a piece of pie in the sky like everyone else, uh huh.'
'Gotcha,' said Azrael. 'And Childers is going places. He's got that wacky faith of the All in All, and it's proving popular with Nicola Kid's repentant ways. She's a lady making waves.'
'Which we're aware of,' replied Raphael. 'Like your financial gain agenda.'
'Nothing to say,' replied Azrael.
'Indeed,' finished Raphael.
* * * * *
'These days your frontal impact is pretty shitty, Ambriel,' said Daniel.
'Bite me,' replied the Messiah of Israel.
'I mean, come on. The Lamb of Love is a paedophile. Molests children. Practices sodomy. Grade A asshole to society now. Frontal Impact? Total crap from Amby Wamby. Meludiel is that fricking embarassed about the tirade. Won't show her head in public at the moment. Says she needs to pray for the redemption of her twin's reputation. Pretty damn shitty if you ask me.'
'I learned my lesson. Water under the bridge,' replied Ambriel.
'Abused men and women all over aren't thinking it's water under the bridge. They live with the nightmare of David Rothchild's love touch every day.'
'I wasn't that abusive,' said Ambriel. 'It was just a bit of fun.'
'Yeh, right. Well I hardly need you as a counsellor on how to present. I remember all those lectures you used to give me. My thinking now is that I've always had it right on the money. Ambriel's advice? A slick dick who wants to shag the kids. Don't think I'm going there mate. Ends up in whore babylon.'
'I learned my lesson Daniel. No need to rub it in.'
'Oh, I forgive you. I don't expect too much from anyone on holiness until they've been through a good chunk of eternal lives and experiences. When they see the consequences for what they do long enough they gradually get convictions. You've had a few now. But I'll judge your past words more in the light of the fruity behaviour which was still in you at the time. You weren't doing it back then, but it came forth after a while. I'll be more cautious until your older with what you say, dear Seraphim brother of mine.'
'I still like to dress well,' replied Ambriel.
'Probably not a problem. I generally agree. But I'll keep it either formal or casual. Not Metrosexual if you don't mind.'
'Very funny,' replied Ambriel the Seraphim.
* * * * *
'So were are you living these days, Saruviel?' asked Michael. 'Finally settled in the Realm somewhere?'
'I mostly inhabit Kalphon Keep, and sometimes in Kalphora district. I get to Zaphora every now and then. I'm a settled soul.'
'Would that all God's people would settle,' said Michael. 'I plan on settling in Zionistya in time in a large dominion of devotees to my works. To form a community which adore me, be celebrated, and enjoy the good life. When I've finished serving the Lord in running things here and there.'
'You have a retirement plan?' queried Saruviel.
'In the fulness of time,' replied Michael.
'Interesting. I'll have to look into that idea,' said Saruviel.
'You do that buddy,' replied Michael.
* * * * *
'You're a free spirit aren't you Lucy? You can never settle,' said Decadence.
Lucy continued applying the eyeliner. 'I have homes in some places, and I don't bother with anymore of them now. I'm settled here and there. I have a daughter who is in business and has a large dynasty, and I see some of the on occasions. I'm as settled as witchy poo needs to be.'
'Did you ever buy that place in Zaphora?' asked Decadence.
'I rented for a while, but left it be in the end,' said Lucy. 'It was impulsive thinking, really. A thought for the day, but I came back to myself. I had already become what Lucy Smith was to become in life. I didn't see it much any other way. I was a witch – an animist witch. Society didn't mind me, and I had places to live, friends to be with, and places to visit and have adventure. Things were and are under control Decadence my dear friend.'
'And you lack nothing?' asked Decadence.
'A shag for the evening,' said Lucy.
'Still a witch I see,' said Decadence.
'Still a witch,' replied Lucy Smith.
* * * * *
'I guess the plan is that he gets the discs established in time with the angel of relevance as the dominant overseer and the angel type as the dominant type. All the way through the lists of the discs,' said Azrael.
'Something like that. It's not just that simple, but that is the plan for the Realm of Eternity,' replied Cosadriel.
'So Seraphim have a place as early parts of Kalphora and, perhaps, the first 140 discs also. Although clearly the seventh group of angels, the Saruvim, have a place as well. And Saruviel is hardly absent.'
'So God extrapolates on that basic principles with the discs, and the key figures for the notion of what the disc represents gain the ascendancy,' said Cosadriel.
'Well then. As the seventh disc it falls into Seraphim 7 Saruviel, but he is Seraphim. And I'm also Seraphim,' said Azrael. 'So this place better be good enough if you want me to settle down next door to you Saddy.'
They continued driving and came up to a nice home. It looked like a 7 or 8 bedroom home on an affluent street.
'Which is mine?' asked Azrael.
'The one next door on the right,' said Cosadriel.
Azrael looked. 'Yep. It's only about 5 bedroom,' he said.
'It has a larger posterior,' said Cosadriel. 'I thought that appropriate for a drinking man with a fat butt.'
'Very funny,' replied Azrael. 'Well let's go see her then.'
So Cosadriel and Azrael spent some time in Cosadriel and then Azrael's new abodes in Kalphona City, discussing discs and overseers and the rise of the Saruvim.
* * * * *
Daniel and Ambriel and Sharakondra were at Childer's Club in downtown Kalphora City.
'Are you sure you want to kiss me Daniel? You're a married man,' said Sharakondra.
Daniel looked bemused.
'I gave her some ideas,' confessed Ambriel.
'We're here to dance, and be proper witnesses,' said Daniel.
'Witnesses?' queried Sharakondra, eyebrow raised.
'Oh, you know. Our technical job as the Seraphim elders. Not meaning anything too seriously.'
'Oh, that's not a problem,' replied Sharakondra. 'I have regular enough official duties as Queen of the Cherubim. They like me to look like the Queen as well. All dolled up. Helps that I'm gorgeous and a model. Know what I mean?'
'I could imagine,' said Daniel.
Crazy little thing called love by Queen came on.
'How appropriate. Remember, shove the tongue,' said Ambriel.
Daniel and Sharakondra danced. He did not shove the tongue. Ambriel enjoyed mocking them both regardless.
* * * * *
'So this is the new scene,' said Michael to Raphael. 'And we shall rule the new scene, despite our Saruvim competition. Nothing is written in stone about them being the power of Kalphora. Seraphim shall triumph.'
Raphael handed Michael the bottle of grog, and sat there, on top of a Kalphona City skyscraper at night, on the edge, their wings unfurled, doing their best to look cool and dramatic.
'I think it's your ego,' replied Raphael. 'Too much Frontal Impact on your mind firstborn.'
'We shall rule. Hic,' said Michael. Then he started woozing. 'I think I'm gonna puke,' he said, and slipped down from the skyscraper, falling downwards. Just before he hit the bottom, he used his wings a bit, which stopped the hit being so dramatic. 'I'm fine,' he yelled up to Raphael.
'Ooh, that's gotta hurt,' finished Raphael the Seraphim.
The End
PART FOUR
THE CHILDREN OF FATE 2
Adah's Dream 2
She dreamed. Rainbows and Unicorns and, what was that? A Thylacine. The Tasmanian Tiger. And Dolphins. Then Ligers. The mix between Lions and Tigers. Then she woke.
'I dreamed,' said Adah to Seth.
'Another dream. Will you record it in your journal?' queried Seth.
'Yes,' she replied. 'And it is a fundamental new journal with new fate installed with it for the children of fate. I have glanced at rarities and I have glanced at ferocious things and I have had the heartbeat of Kalphora run through my dreaming. The Children of Fate shall behold the majesty of the Rise of the Saruvim, and come to their understanding on the seventh flock of God's Eternal Realm.'
'Very dramatic,' replied Seth. 'Will the journal begin before or after dinner?'
'After,' replied Adah. 'What is for dinner twin of mine?'
'We are having stew. Beef stew,' replied Seth.
'How original,' replied Adah. She rose from the couch and put on another relaxation CD. This time Nature's Wonders 7 from her new collection. She settled back down on the couch as Seth meandered about in the kitchen.
'I'll sleep again,' she said. 'For a while. I sense another dream coming.'
Seth looked at the clock. 'You sleep a while, and dinner will probably be about ready when you rise. Tell me all the details, and I'll help you with your journal.'
'It's a new one. I'll go to the shed and get a fresh notebook.'
'More fate,' said Seth. 'My twin doing her job.'
Adah smiled, and let the music take over her mood, soon enough drifting into the dreamscape with more wonders being prepared for her for the children of fate.
The End
Lost in the 7th Heaven 2
Adam and Eve were lost in the 7th Heaven.
'This is Circular Frenzy,' said Adam to Eve. 'It's a city where everything runs in circles. It's designed mainly to create a mindset for the cultural expression of the city. Circular logic. Circular arguments. Circle art. Roundabouts are a big thing.'
'Fascinating,' said Eve. 'They desired original thinking I guess.'
'All the street signs are circular,' said Adam. 'All the cars are bubble like semi-circular in shape. The food sandwiches and rolls are all circular. All food comes like that. Packaging is in circular containers. The founder of the city is Marsheen Circlatron. She's from a long line in the Circlatron clan who started with art using circles and slowly developed the culture of their clan on the idea. She's taken it quite literally to city building. She's still in the city. In a big circular mansion near the centre.'
'I suppose it's an alternative to the square and rectangular way of doing things,' said Eve.
'It's certainly that,' replied Adam.
The pulled up in their bug car to a park, and got out. They found some circular seats and tables and sat down, getting out their picnic hamper. A man came up to them.
'Are you sure you should have a rectangular picnic box?' he asked them.
'We're visitors,' replied Adam.
'Still, you should get with the general policies of the city. Have a round day,' he replied and walked away.
'Funny guy,' said Eve. 'The 7th Heaven has a lot of these eccentric places in our new journeys husband of mine. You fish them out for us to visit do you not?'
'It's interesting to see unique things life can offer,' replied Adam. 'We yearn as human beings to be entertained with new things, so visiting Circular Frenzy was on the cards.'
'Now that's ridiculous,' said Eve.
A duck walked past them, up from the circular pond. There were circular splotches all over it. Dye by the looks of it.
'They dye circles on the animals? Crazy extremists,' she said.
'Different strokes for different folks,' said Adam.
'Indeed,' replied Eve.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella
'It's Circular Frenzy Entertainment Park,' said Callodyn to Nicola Kidd.
'What the heck is Circula City Entertainment Park?' asked Nicola at the construction going on next door to the All in All compound on the edge of Kalphora City.
'Adam and Eve found the place in the 7th Heaven,' said Kayella. 'We visited and made some contracts with its founder, Marsheen Circlatron. We're to establish Circular Frenzy Entertainment Parks throughout the Realm of Eternity and Circular Frenzy adherents will employ themselves in the entertainment parks to promote the odd offbeat culture of Circular Frenzy. They have a unique lifestyle offering to also offer society and they are happy to expand their cultural world. We want to be part of that, so we purchased this land and got council approval for the park.'
Nicola looked at the workers going about their work. 'They work hard,' she said. 'I'm proud of them. They take their place in the world doing their bit to make the overall system work. Everything is connected,' said said, looking at Callodyn and Kayella. 'We are all many individual parts of a greater all. All is in all in the end. It is the stuff of life and our universal community.'
'I'll take your word for it,' replied Callodyn, and stood there, watching the workers.
'We have a different view,' said Kayella. 'More traditionally biblical. We are individuals and part of society, but members of society usually have individual plans. Many are indeed altruistic, but we don't all pursue the same end, and we don't all want to part of everyone else's life. If my life works, that is what is important. We all need to help each other, but people have their own destiny at times. And while fate steps in to give it resolutions and meaningful points, destiny carries on and propels us the way each of us should go. It's a sorting out process, and we're not all equal. It is because some put in more effort than others. Over a long period of time, observing what Callodyn and the other Daniel's do to get success, I know it is because they continue to apply themselves and put in effort. Some people are casual, which is fine, but they just go into the humdrum of it all and don't produce much glory. Glory is free, you know. But you've got to work for it. And an all in all mentality seems to think everyone gets the glory. They don't Nicola.'
'No,' she replied. 'But they should.'
'If they put an effort in,' said Callodyn. 'And because most don't, they have ordinary lives as a result. That's ok, if that is what you want. I think we can do better through.'
'Circular Frenzy is certainly an interesting way of going about it,' said Nicola.
'That it is,' finished Callodyn the Cherubim.
The End
4 O'Clock
It was 4 in the morning. Wolfgang was at the building site for Circular Frenzy entertainment park on the edge of Kalphora City. Some Circular Frenzy layabouts were hanging around, drinking.
'Oy,' said God to a layabout. 'Shouldn't you be home getting sleep.'
'Buzz off old fart,' said the lad. 'Hey, Bettina. Watch me,' he said. He staggered to his feet and started running about in a circle.
'Circlatron would be impressed, Brett,' said Bettina.
'Who is Circlatron?' asked Wolfgang, sitting down and taking the bottle of grog out of Bettina's hand.
'She's our goddess,' replied Bettina. 'The founder of our way of life.'
'And what is that way of life?' asked the Theophany, sipping on the scotch.
'The Circular Frenzy,' replied Bettina. 'It's original. That was important to Marsheen. She wanted to break the mould with the world and do what her clan was all about with a society. And we are eternally indebted to her because of it.'
Brett continued running around in a circle, before falling down, and passing out.
'He was excited,' said God.
'Put your jacket around me,' said Bettina.
God took off his jacket and put it on Bettina who was just in a skirt and top, getting a bit cold at this time of night.
'What do you do?' God asked them.
'Oh, we have a job,' said Bettina. 'We will be working in the entertainment park doing various duties. We've already come down to settle into our accommodation and we come here at times to watch the project getting done and to enjoy our new world. Kalphora has a spirit, you know. We've noticed it. Heavy but nice. Friendly in its heart. Deep, too. We like it. It's serious.'
'Course its serious,' said God. 'How could it be anything but?'
Bettina laid her head against God's shoulder, and he sat there, on the kerb, drinking scotch, as Bettina fell asleep. He was tiring, and as the hour passed, he lay against a pole nearby, and Bettina got up and lay against him, going back to sleep. He fell asleep at 5 and the Sandman gave him dreams of circles and things and said some people have a roundabout way of getting through life, and it can get awfully repetitive once you've gone full circle and just have to do it again. And the Theophany saw the wisdom in that.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella
'So, you're back in Kalphora. Got the Entertainment Park well established?' queried Callodyn to Jetydosa the Saruvim in Childers Club in downtown Kalphona City.
'Got it going,' replied Jetydosa. 'Appointed the new guy, a Tharwa Bliss resident, who is now learning the ways of Circular Frenzy.'
'Who's this?' asked Kayella.
'I'm Klaudia. Jetydosa's wife,' replied Klaudia.
'You got married?' queried Callodyn. 'Thought you were eternally devoted to King's X following Dug Pinnick's solitary ways. Total homosexual.'
'Dug has a kid' said Jetydosa. 'Most of his gay ways are things of the past. Moved on a lot.'
'So I've heard myself,' replied Callodyn. 'Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly is a big fan of the band. Got lots of their original goodies. I like them, but more keen on Def Leppard and Steel Panther.'
Kayella giggled. 'Callodyn. You will never be cool enough for the Steel Panther fanbase. No matter how many times you play the cds. Too conservative. Not sure it's really your scene, sweetheart.'
'Bite me,' replied Callodyn.
'Steel Panther are more primitive than King's X,' said Klaudia. 'Hardly sophisticated music. I prefer classical usually. And relaxation CDs. Music for grown ups.'
'If you say so,' replied Callodyn.
'Nicola Kidd is over there in the corner,' said Jetydosa. 'Think I'll go say hello.'
Jetydosa walked off, and Kayella looked at Klaudia. 'You think you'll find your way in Kalphora? Saruvim are dramatic sorts. Can take a lot to get used to.'
'I'll manage,' replied Klaudia. 'A Papp girl can cope with change. We're adaptable.'
'That's good,' said Kayella.
'Well, good luck with your marriage,' said Callodyn. 'Jetydosa was starting to become a bit of a celebrity before he headed off to Brindaphora to develop his work for Circular Frenzy. Was on talk shows for several months, with All in All chat, and his music. You've latched on to a rising star, you know.'
'Apparently,' replied Klaudia. 'Life should prove exciting then.'
'Time will tell on that,' replied Callodyn.
'Time will tell,' agreed Klaudia.
The End
Kelly
'Dear Callodyn. Stop scratching your bottom,' said Kelly.
Callodyn looked at Kelly, and removed his hand from his bottom. 'Nobody was watching, sis,' he said.
'I was observing. And the patrons of Circular Frenzy Entertainment Park possibly noticed,' said Kelly.
'I doubt they were observing the butt-scratching antics of Callodyn the Callophim,' replied Callodyn.
'Oh. So you say. And you are a Callophim again are you?' queried Kelly.
'I have long been a Callophim. And I have the first of our breed coming through. Decadence the queen of Heavy Metal. She senses it is her destiny to be of our kind. Various of the groups form from this and that of the community. We are well advanced into the Seraphim and Cherubim lists of Angelic Kinds now. Quite a number tentatively forming. No new creations, though. God seems to be finished in that respect. Just offspring variations, and sometimes human origin.'
'The Ketravim started a trend by the looks of it,' replied Kelly. 'So this Decadence? I think I know her. She hangs around Lucy Smith a fair bit. Has a large collection of hard rock records. As I recall she has Metal Health 7inch on vinyl. I covet her copy.'
'Still hung up on Quiet Riot, aren't you? It's Bon Jovi, babe. Or Def Leppard.'
'Quiet Riot. The original metal number 1s. Bon Jovi? Please. B grade talent.'
'Bite me,' replied Callodyn. 'While I admire Quiet Riot regardless, what I find totally lacking credibility in rock and roll are the Jilly come lately hard rock queens of latter decades. They were treading down well worn pathways, but lasses like, whats her name? That American Idol chick? Totally devoid in original sound and lyric. Cliched copycat of her predecessors.'
'Funny,' said Kelly. 'I know that chick too. Kelly something was her name. She redefined rock and roll for generations.'
'Yes, dung beetles live in generations, I acknowledge that,' said Callodyn. 'They surely got their rocks off on her shit.'
'Callodyn,' said Kelly.
'Yes sis,' replied Callodyn.
'You're an asshole.'
'Let's move on. I want a plush toy for Stephanie. Win me one would you?'
'I'll think about it,' she replied, as they carried on through the newly opened entertainment park.
* * * * *
'A tough day?' queried Kelly to Klaudia Papp.
'Oh, you know,' she replied. 'A maids work is never done.'
'Of course, Jetydosa is doing well with managing the new entertainment park of Circular Frenzy. He helped establish yours in Tharwa Bliss, and now its back up to the Realm of Eternity's main Circular Frenzy centre.'
'It's all about that now,' said Klaudia. 'Work. Wanting us to get somewhere in life. He suggested I return to maid work to stay focused. To get me doing something productive and useful.'
'And you were looking forward to being a housewife I take it?' said Kelly.
'Something like that,' replied Klaudia. 'I wanted to have children and settle down. But Jetydosa is a true Saruvim and wants to rule the world. So many egos in Kalphona city. So many.'
'Appropriate place for my twin,' replied Kelly under her breath.
'What?' asked Klaudia, not hearing her.
'Nothing. Look, marriage is a two way street Klaudia. There's give and take. Sure, he gets his say at times, but it has to work for you as well. Share your concerns with him,' said Kelly.
'Not at this stage,' replied Klaudia. 'Honestly, I don't really mind, and see the point in his logic. I probably want success. Maybe somewhere down the road once we're established and things, but Jetydosa is established now. He's been around a long time, and I'm still young. I guess I can understand where he is coming from.'
'Still it has to work for you too. Keep it bottled up and it will come out one way or another. Marriage fails because of lack of communication. Been there, done that, learned my lesson. Tell him what you want. He might surprise you with his compassion.'
'I'll keep that in mind,' replied Klaudia.
* * * * *
'And sign it,' said Fiona MacIntosh.
Kelly signed the form allowing Kelly and Jetydosa to busk on Golden Fries and Burgers property in Kalphona City.
'I'll file it, and it will be registered in the database tonight,' said Fiona.
'Come on then,' said Kelly. They went out the back of the Golden Fries and Burgers restaurant in the city of Kalphona, and Jetydosa was on the back steps, twiddling with his bass guitar.
'Music, Kelly, gets into the soul,' said Jetydosa. 'It rocks you and it rolls you. It takes a whole lot of woman to dig the heart of Bappo Bass Beats.'
'I'm a whole lot of Bappo girl,' replied Kelly.
'I do know,' said Jetydosa.
'Play your damn music proddie dogs,' said Fiona, and sat down on the steps.
'Funny,' said Kelly. The back of Golden Fries was in a section where businesses had their private parking, and wasn't technically a shopfront area. But there were business sorts around, and as Kelly started singing some Bluesy songs, with Jetydosa playing his guitar, they gathered around.
'I'm a girl I live in a girls world. And I get the blues. They go with my curls. I'm a girl. I know how to rock and roll. The blues get into my heart. They shape my soul.' And she continued singing, and Fiona was clapping her hands, and Jetydosa seemed caught up in his bass guitar play, in his element it would seem. People enjoyed the show, and their busking hat filled up with coins and notes. They did about half a dozen songs they'd chatted about beforehand.
'That's all folks,' said Kelly after the last tune. 'Glad you liked the show.'
Jetydosa grabbed the hat. It had probably about $400 credit dollars in it.
'This enough for a week's feeding at Golden Fries?' he asked Fiona.
'It should cover it,' smiled Fiona in reply.
Once inside Kelly sat with Jetydosa, and they ate Golden Fries.
'You have words of advice for me about Klaudia. She mentioned you might,' said Jetydosa.
'So many new marriages can fail if they don't get the fundamentals right from the outset,' said Kelly. 'Love brings it together, but love can rust damn quick if you don't have good routines and agreements.'
Jetydosa bit into his burger. 'Then advise me Callophim angel.'
Kelly smiled at the compliment.
* * * * *
'What's this?' asked Callodyn, in reference to the blue hardback book on Kelly's desk in front of her where she was studying.
'A book,' smiled Kelly, writing notes.
Callodyn picked it up. 'Jesus of Nazareth and his Teaching on Marital Commitments.' Callodyn held the book, and flicked it open. After a moment he put it down on the desk.
'Christian is it?' he asked her.
'No,' she replied.
Callodyn looked at her. He pulled up a seat and picked up the book. He spent some time flicking through it. 'It doesn't quote the new testament,' he said, putting the book down again.
'It's by Jesus of Nazareth. He's a man who cares about marriage and other things of moral and divine structures.'
'Right,' said Callodyn. 'It looks recent.'
'Published 5 years ago,' she said.
'Right,' said Callodyn. He sat in silence. 'They've admitted it, have they?'
'Admitted what?' asked Kelly.
'Jesus. He's admitted Christianity is idolatry, has he?'
'We don't deify Jesus,' said Kelly. 'We believe in God.'
'Right,' said Callodyn. He sat in silence. 'The Trinity fell out of vogue a long time ago. They've been on regular Jesus doctrine a long time now. Finally over it, are you?'
'Jesus is a teacher in the church community. We are a community with values and beliefs of being moral, loving, caring and decent. We observe the laws of society and get along with our fellow men.'
Callodyn sat in silence. 'Right,' he said after a while. 'Still the church. But no longer Christian.'
'We're not really christian any more. That was an understanding of the Torah scriptures which blew an idea right out of proportion. Messianic zeal was just hyping up certain passages. We've understood that a long time now.'
'Right,' said Callodyn. 'I see. So its a social club with a moral stance.'
'Yes,' said Kelly. 'Something like that.'
'And he has teaching on marriage and other morality issues,' said Callodyn.
'It's a good book,' said Kelly. 'I'm researching it.'
'I see,' said Callodyn.
He stood. He scratched his testicles. He walked away.
Kelly continued studying. She could feel the tension in the flat. Literally.
* * * * *
'Don't you like have a trillion dollars a microsecond in royalties?' queried Fiona to Kelly. 'From your albums?'
'Gosh, much more than that,' said Kelly.
'Right,' replied Fiona. 'Shit. I know my husband is rich beyond belief but I would imagine all the ancient copyright holders have money beyond your wildest dreams. Which begs the question. Why are you busking for it?'
'Silly, you have to keep up the good works. You retire too soon Callodyn and Daniel will come gunning for you with mockery you wouldn't believe. Sure, we can retire, and take the easy money. The Universe can afford us too as well. But till we've been through a good load of eternity and understanding things we don't. Or we get mocked as being lazy bones.'
'Who cares,' replied Fiona. 'Take the easy life.'
'Too much pride in us,' replied Kelly. 'Not going to let the snake king get one over us.'
'You call your twin the snake king?' queried Fiona,
'And then some,' said Kelly. 'He is so far up his back passage it's unbelievable. He has mocked us all so long now. I mean, Jesus. Thinks he bloody infallible. The supreme Rainbow Covenant Warrior. There are grudges against him which are eternal. I am sure of that truth. It comforts me at night. He'll get his.'
'Very funny,' replied Fiona. 'Callodyn is fun. Your lucky to have a twin like that. He gets the job done.'
Kelly looked at Fiona. 'That what you think, is it?'
'Very much so. He's a hard worker. Doesn't quit at the job. Still takes it all seriously. It is an excellent ethic. And he's so well established with the community, believe me he could retire forever if he wanted to. His service has been excellent.'
'I see,' said Kelly. 'Interesting.'
'Your lucky,' said Fiona.
'Right,' said Kelly. 'Never really thought about it like that.'
Kelly settled down on the steps, and played her guitar for a bit, and sang a bit. Some people drifted around to watch her, and she made some money. But thoughts of her twin were on her mind, and what other people thought of the attitude of Callodyn the Cherubim and Callophim of Eternity.
* * * * *
Kelly had gathered Jetydosa, Klaudia and Callodyn for dinner at their Kalphona City flat. Callodyn came out with a microphone. And a CD.
'See this,' he said to those gathered.
'We're having pizza, if that's ok,' said Kelly, ignoring her twin.
'It's a CD,' said Callodyn.
'That's nice dear,' replied Kelly. 'You play your little song then.'
'It's a copy of 'All God's Children' by King's X. It has the instrumental on it. It's one of the rare pressings.'
'Hey, that's worth a fortune,' said Jetydosa.
'My husband is excited,' said Klaudia to Kelly.
Callodyn put it in the stereo and hit play. The instrumental started playing. He'd plugged in his microphone and then began singing.
'He cut off the Christ Child. Covered him with shit. Showed he was a drunkard. That he wasn't fit. He gave them the Torah. Said he'd be with them each day. But they still chose their Jesus. Said he was the way. And all God's children kept believing. And all God's children believed anyway.'
Callodyn stopped singing as the music played on.
The pizza arrived and the album 'Faith Hope Love' was now on by King's X.
'You know,' said Kelly. 'He has an attitude does Callodyn. We keep the faith in what God gave us to start with, and he has a problem with that. We were just working it out with Jesus of Nazareth. God didn't sell us the Old Testament. He sold us the Old Testament AND the New Testament. A more complete package. Dude needs to realize we were born again on a more complete package. Not just the Rainbow, which, yes, was part of the package. We admit it. But there was more.'
'And all God's children believed anyway,' said Callodyn. He looked smug.
'Eat your damn pizza,' said Kelly.
'I love Jesus, dude,' said Jetydosa. 'He's under my skin. Can't get him out if I tried to. I know he isn't God. He's just a dude. But he's in my soul, and it's just the way it is.'
'That's the way it is with them,' said Klaudia to Callodyn. 'Me? I'm based on the law of the land. Never had much more going on than be a good girl Klaudia. All the parents worried about terribly much. But it's in Jetydosa. Especially the King's X style of it all. And obviously Kelly goes to Church when she is in trouble.'
'We alls need sum preachin',' said Kelly.
'Funny,' said Callodyn. 'Technically, I do keep a copy of the New Testament. It is in our Noahide archives.'
'There you go,' said Kelly Clarkson.
'There you go,' replied Callodyn the Cherubim.
* * * * *
'So marital bliss relies on commitment and people working out routines and agreements, does it?' queried Callodyn to his twin Kelly.
'Pretty much,' replied Kelly, siting on the couch in their flat in Kalphona City. She was leafing through a magazine on a quiet afternoon, with not much happening.
'We're not married of course,' said Callodyn.
'Oh, Cally. We've been married a number of times now, that I don't worry about the technicalities too much anymore. We have a current child, for want of a better word, together at the moment. I think we are mostly together in the real world.'
'I could formalize it,' mused Callodyn. 'You seem to have lost interest in whats his name. The country bloke.'
'He'll be back one day. We have children together. But he's probably not my main interest.'
'That would be me,' said Callodyn.
'It mostly worked out like that,' said Kelly, looking at him. 'It's not necessarily a thing for romance. The twin thing. I know that now. It can be, of course. But it doesn't have to be. In the end we worked out pretty well because we like each other well enough. And we find each other attractive.'
'Rich,' said Callodyn. 'I can do much better than you. You're a 4 on a good day.'
'And I enjoy your charms,' said Kelly.
'I wouldn't want another twin. You stay focused on life well enough. And you have good experience now,' said Callodyn. 'Not everyone is still going strong you know. There are many who have fallen by the wayside. Down in sheol. Not really rising up anymore. Their heart isn't in it anymore. Spent forces. You seem to kick on.'
'As do you,' she replied. 'Now order me some pasta. I'm hungry.'
'As you wish, queen of my heart,' replied Callodyn.
Callodyn ordered the pasta. Kelly sat there. She was happy.
The End
Fallen Angel 4
'Modelling work again. For Childers agency? And you are in bikinis?' said Fiona MacIntosh to her daughter Crystal.
'I've sold my soul to Saruviel Satan the Saruvim for the glory unlimited,' replied Crystal.
'Don't be sarcastic,' said Fiona. 'I don't know.'
'You want to be a harlot, do you?' asked Ambriel.
'It's what I'm good at,' replied Crystal. 'It's what people expect from me. Blonde bombshell who puts out for the bucks.'
'Wonderful. Our daughter is whore Babylon,' said Fiona, putting down the portfolio.
'It's a living,' said Crystal. 'The Saruvim world is highly competitive. You have to be cutting edge on everything to get noticed. If you have to be hot, believe me you have to be hot, or you go into squaresville with them, which is accounting and legal work and all the bland and boring stuff.'
'Thanks,' said Ambriel. 'I am a lawyer you know.'
'Oh, that's right, isn't it. What you trained on,' replied Crystal.
'I still practice,' replied Ambriel.
'News to me,' said Fiona.
'Every now and then I get a case. I work with a firm in Zionistya at the moment. Various aspects of law. Also, heavily involved with my disc again in running it and improving our legislation. Valandriel and Daniel have lightened up about Israeli participation in the Realm of Eternity. They don't seem to care that much anymore.'
'Probably because it's far too late for your potential numbers to affect them much. You won't outpopulate their community any more. What I hear from Noahides regularly. Don't want Jews telling them what to do,' said Fion.
'Yada yada yada. Some old conversation,' said Ambriel. 'Heard that to death.'
'I'm not offended by it,' said Crystal. 'I understand people like to maintain their way of life without interference. It's what I'm looking for from both of you in my work. No, I don't intend becoming a prostitute, but I do like modelling. Support would be nice.'
'If that's what you want to do,' said Fiona.
'Thanks mum,' said Crystal, and kissed her.
'Just don't push it too hard. Our family has standards,' said Ambriel.
'I understand poppa,' said Crystal, and picked up the portfolio and went to her room.
'Saruvim competition,' said Fiona.
'I know,' replied Ambriel.
The End
Saruvim Family Values
To clear things up with some of those readers interested in details of the Chronicles, Jetydosa was like Dug Pinnick in terms of his racial complexion. He was black, but opaque enough. Klaudia Papp, his wife, was a white lady of Hungarian descent. As time passed in Kalphora they had 3 children, Eric, Roshelle and Stewart. Jetydosa revealed his surname on their birth certificates as Harris, which Klaudia found illuminating as, till that time, he had not divulged such details. We carry on with their legacy and chronicles with the children in their teens, Eric the oldest, Roshelle the middle girl, and Stewart the youngest, a happy Saruvim Values Family.
'No,' said Stewart to Roshelle. 'I do not wish to swap my copy of KXM's 'Eye of the Beholder' for Jesy Nelson's 'Witch Queen of New Orleans'.
'It is a good deal,' said Roshelle. She looked at the gaming board. The board game 'Music Mix', a recent edition, was being played by the teens. It was similar to Monopoly in some ways, were players traded and won Musical artefacts and items of value to see who became Music Mix Master.
'I can offer you a copy of 'Info Freako' by Jesus Jones also.
'They are an average band,' said Stewart.
'Personal tastes do not factor in,' said Roshelle. 'The single is deemed scarce and collectable with a value of $1500. Quiet good at End Game time.' End game was when the final round had passed, and they added up the total value of their collectables, and drew the 'Seasons Trading' card to see how the values would end up judged and whether they got lucky or not. It was capable of being played in a complex way, and while not as challenging as Bridge it got quite animated in Board Game clubs when being played seriously.
Eric, who was listening to a CD on his CD Walkman, nudged his brother. 'Take the deal. Statistically you'll probably get lucky.'
'Depends on the end game,' said Stewart. 'She's collecting a lot of Diva pop cards. She gets the right season trade card at the end she'll crucify me.'
'That's the plan little man,' said Roshelle.
'Don't call me little man. Have your ruddy card,' he said, throwing down the card.
'Thank you very much,' replied Roshelle.
Klaudia, making dinner, looked in on the children playing.
'It's working,' she said to Jetydosa.
'We follow the Family Values guidelines we mapped out after all of Kelly's lectures, and marriage and family does work. We agreed to make this marriage work. It shouldn't be that surprising when things go well.'
'No. It shouldn't,' agreed Klaudia.
The kids continued playing, and Roshelle did in fact get lucky enough with the final end game, and Stewart lost again. But he took it in good humility as he was duly taught to do so in life.
Soon enough they were watching Saturday afternoon TV.
'Dad, what's your name?' asked Stewart.
'Jack,' replied Jetydosa.
'It's not Jack,' shouted out Klaudia from the kitchen. 'He always says that when asked.'
'I don't divulge my birth certificate first name,' said Jetydosa. 'I use it for legal purposes, but keep that to myself. Jack will do for the family if you want to call me a more regular first name.'
'I'm a big King's X fan,' said Stewart. 'But Jack is easier with my buddies.'
'Then you call me Jack,' said Jetydosa.
There was a knock at the front door and Klaudia answered it.
'Eric,' shouted Klaudia. 'Your study group is here.'
Klaudia ushered into the room Julia Stern, daughter of Moshe Stern, principal of Kalphona City High School and Isabella Rothchild, daughter of David Rothchild and Fiona MacIntosh.
'Hey girls,' said Eric.
The girls sat down at the table and Julia got out her maths book.
'Now, where were we up to,' said Julia.
'Always the conscientous one,' said Eric.
'You don't get anywhere in life,'
'without effort. Yeh, yeh. We know Julia. You say it all the time,' replied Eric. He looked at Isabella.
'What's up Izzy?'
'Just my sister's stupidity,' replied Isabella. 'She's dancing topless again at Childers. Mum and dad never stop arguing with her, and that boyfriend of hers doesn't seem to keep her in check.'
'Radiel? They're engaged aren't they?'
'Officially unoficially,' replied Isabella. 'I mean, why would it even matter? She's a total harlot. Nothing like a responsible Jewish lady.'
'Agreed,' said Julia.
'Oh, by the book as always, isn't it,' said Eric.
'You disagree?' asked Julia, getting out her calculator.
'Not necessarily,' said Eric. 'But Crystal likes to live a little. She's a bit of a celebrity, and she does what she wants. Lives the good life.'
'Lives the decadent life,' said Isabella. 'I mean I can talk to her on girly things, but she's not made of much more than that. A fallen angel in every way as far as I am concerned.'
'Enough chatter,' said Klaudia, coming into the room. 'Study.'
'Yes mum,' said Eric, pulling out his maths book.
The trio studied quietly for a while, the dux of the class, Julia, leading them in their study of year 9 maths.
Jetydosa came into the room with a guitar and started playing.
'That guitar is hopelessly out of tune,' said Julia to Eric.
'It's meant to be,' commented Jetydosa. 'It has the sound I'm looking for.'
'Yes Scott Joplin,' replied Julia.
'Cheeky little,' began Jetydosa.
'Now now, people. Let's have a civilized time,' said Klaudia.
'So and so,' finished Jeytdosa. 'You want Scott Joplin do you?'
'Would be an improvement from your usual rock and roll attempts.'
'You need new friends, Eric,' said Jetydosa. 'Ok. I'll give you Scott Joplin.' Jetydosa started playing Maple Leaf Rag, and the children listened.
'That was competent. For a change,' said Julia. 'How about the Entertainer.'
'As you wish,' said Jetydosa, who spent a few minuets with Joplin's best known ragtime piece.
'I like the Sting,' said Isabella. 'It has that music. Classic movie. I saw it last year with dad at the pictures.'
'The old Raggamuffin?' queried Jetydosa.
'Yes sir,' replied Isabella. 'Where they feature classic films regularly.'
'If X = 2Z and 3Z = 47.5, what does X = asked Eric?'
'Simple division,' said Julia. 'What the calculator is for. But you should be able to do that one in your head.'
'Smart as well,' said Jetydosa. 'Knows music and math. No limit to the kids future.'
'Future is unwritten, but has infinite possibilities Mr Jetydosa,' said Julia.
'I'll take your word for it. Think I'll chill out the back,' said Jetydosa.
As Jetydosa left the room Klaudia said, 'Ignore him Julia. He does like you.'
'He likes the wit,' said Julia. 'Knew that when I first met him. I'm trying to impress him.'
'Different sort of logic,' said Eric.
'You could say that,' replied Julia.
The studying continued.
'I'm not sure you did the calculations right,' said Stewart. 'In the end game.' Stewart was looking at the season end card, and looking at his cards.
'I didn't cheat. Your lost fair and square,' said Roshelle.
Klaudia sighed. Another hectic Saruvim Family day.
Later that evening in the bedroom Jetydosa was looking at some sheet music, and Klaudia was reading a book.
'It's good that Eric has good friends. But I worry about Stewart. Since Jeremy left, he's not been able to make new friends terribly easily.'
'It will change when he gets to high school next year. New kids. New start,' said Jetydosa.
'I hope so,' replied Klaudia. 'Oh, go easy on Julia. She's just trying to impress you with her cleverness.'
'That's one word for it,' replied Jetydosa. 'It's not a problem. The kids fine. Like her father. Thinks she knows everything.'
'I know a lot of people who think they know everything,' replied Klaudia.
'Touche dearest.' He put down his sheet music. 'Now if you'll excuse me,' he said, turning off his light, and snuggling down.
'Jety. We are working out, aren't we?'
'Things are good,' replied Jetydosa.
'Then lets hope they stay that way,' replied Klaudia, and put down her book, turning off her light, and settling down.
And outside the wind blew and another saruvim family day was complete.
The End
Operation Skyscanner
'The best line of offense,' said Saruviel.
'Is a good defense. Where are we going?' queried Xaddadaxx.
'You'll see,' replied Saruviel.
They carried on driving well into the evening, climbing a mountain range in a desolate region of Kalphora. Around the middle of the night they arrived. Saruviel handed Xaddadaxx an ID card, and they approached a doorway on a tiny building. Saruviel opened it with and ID scan, and they came to a lift. Down they went. A long way down. At the bottom after 15 minutes, they came into a lit room. A security guard was there.
'Xaddadaxx,' said Saruviel.
'Id,' said the security guard.
Xaddadaxx showed him his Id. They were admitted into the facility. They came through doors into a magnificent cavernous room filled with computer terminals of various designs, and workmen and women all at them, monitoring them.
'This is operation skyscanner,' said Saruviel. 'It's what we do. But more complex.'
'Chaos crystals?'
'We are currently monitoring the Colton Federation for netherworld activity, but a lot of the other newer territories also. Satan is out there. Plotting. Building his powerbase. He'll wipe us out one day, if we're not ready. We can't prove it. But he's the devil.'
Xaddadaxx looked at a terminal. The man stationed there explained he was monitoring activity on the Aspar Cygnet array of Stellar Systems in the Colton Federation. 'Busy work most days. We find things. Occasionally teams are sent out to deal with issues. We say we have Aphar concerns to the Coltonists. They normally don't care anyway.'
'So you find stuff?' queried Xaddadaxx.
'All the time. They had been working a long time already when I began this project. We're still in catch up mode. But it's begun now. Call us Allegiance. Call us the United Galaxy. Call us what you want, but mainly it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it,' said Saruviel.
'Or we'll all end up in a sorry state,' replied Xaddadaxx.
'Exactly,' said Saruviel.
They continued on through the main room, before retiring to a cafeteria.
'Most of the workers live on site,' said Saruviel. 'Can't afford them to be known by the public terribly much. Need to keep this operation as hush hush as possible.'
'I could imagine,' replied Xaddadaxx. 'You want me in?'
'Your in now. Up to your eyeballs,' replied Saruviel.
'So it seems,' mused Xaddadaxx the Angel.
The End
Operation Skyscanner: Dealing with the Devil
Xadddadaxx finished off his burger and started on his lemonade. He sat there, on the hill in Kalphora, looking out at the sunset. Well, not technically a setting sun, but the dimming of the day and God provided a light show which was similar. He sipped on the soft drink, and enjoyed the anima of the trees and nature present. Kalphora was sedate, but out here in mother nature she showed natural traits well enough. Calm, peaceful and not many around. Except for hundreds of metres underground. He finished his drink, and took out his ID card and went to the small shack. He entered the ID, took the elevator down, and met the same security guard, Alfred, which he had gotten used to.
'There in the interview room. With the person of interest,' said Alfred.
Xaddadaxx made his way through the large cavern, to the end. The cafeteria was upstairs at the end of the cavern, but at the bottom Saruviel's office was on the left and the interview room on the right. He came inside. Daniel the Seraphim and Saruviel were seated. A man in clothings looking like Gandalf the grey was seated with handcuffs on. Xaddadaxx sat.
'Took your time. Your 10 minutes late,' said Saruviel.
'Ate my dinner up in the scenery upstairs,' said Xadadaxx. 'Uh, what is in here? In this room? Something's not right.'
'Pick up a coin,' said Saruviel.
Daniel noticed on the table in front of the man were a small amount of coins. He picked one up and looked at it. It had the Anarchy symbol on one side and a picture of Satan with Freedom written on it on the others.
'Jesus!' swore Xaddadaxx, and threw down the coin. 'Freedom. To do whatever I want. It's laden with it.'
'These are the emisarries of the church of free darkness,' said Daniel. 'The coins are loaded with freedom spirit. Absolute freedom. They are all over the Colton federation.'
'You can't stop us,' said the man. 'I am illegally held here.'
'You don't even believe in law,' said Saruviel.
'What do we do about it?' asked Xaddadaxx.
Saruviel looked at the emisarry. 'We have coin holders. Plastic ones. Prepared by the Assembly of the Living God. With the Rainbow Torah prayed into their animistic being. It's all we could agree on that was universal enough law to control this devil.'
'I see,' said Xaddadaxx.
'I want you to know we'll hunt your kind, steal your coins, encase them and bury them,' said Saruviel to the emisarry. 'Tell your kind we're onto them.'
'We're forming a team from some elderly cherubim to handle the case,' said Daniel. 'We want you involved with the ongoing mission. Your experience counts for a lot.'
'Another of the devil's dark designs,' said Xaddadaxx.
'He's got endless,' said the emissary.
'Don't we know it,' finished Saruviel.
The End
Operation Skyscanner: The Final Conflict
'It's a problem. Subhura Takahashi has been a problematic free radical from the start. And now his Aphar 7 objects are clustering all throughout the Colton Federation. Word has it that Colton himself and Subhura see eye to eye on a lot of issues, and freedom is starting to be an even stronger catchcry and unabated economic development. Colton wants to get rich now, and have free reign for his federation to be a breeding ground of capitalists who put the dollar first and people rights and, ironically, freedoms last. Its crude. Practically slave labour abounds, people having to work hard just to make a living, and control of so much illicit sex trafficking that it's ridiculous. And what's worse, we think they are planning an attack of sorts,' said Saruviel the Seraphim to those gathered.
'Is Satan involved?' queried Michael the Seraphim of Eternity.
'Not that we are aware of,' said the Logos of Infinity. 'Not directly. No real proof of his name involved with the Aphar 7 growth or Colton himself. I have a statement from him that he's the devil. He doesn't give a shit about people being sucessful in life. Just the devil's glory.'
'A clearer picture,' said Xaddadaxx of what our Saruvim brother represents. 'But I doubt this doesn't please him.'
'If he could really care,' said Logos.
'The attack,' said Saruviel. 'Is the marshalling of space fleets around the clusters of Aphar 7s. There's no proof they intend going anywhere, but we've seen some massive investments in military in recent times in the Colton Federation. Looks like they want to take us on. Their spoiling for a fight.'
There was silence in the room for a while.
'What do we do about their theological points? The basic premise of Colton is legal. A pathetically slack society, but people can choose that if they want.'
'When it comes to warfare, though,' said Saruviel. 'We have to act. To defend ourselves at the very least. We don't need to restructure this menace and tell them what to do. In the end we won't. But if they want to take on the United Galaxy and the hosts of Heaven and Earth they've bitten off more than they can chew. They are big now, but we are bigger. They simply don't have the numbers or the technology to take us on.'
'Then why are they doing it?' asked Xaddadaxx.
'They want to be the man. They probably know they'll lose, but they don't care anyway. This might the be the result of an ancient trauma in the youth of Colton, when some authoritarian pushed his buttons and gave him an attitude. We don't really know. But he's gunning for us. That much seems certain.'
'Then war it is,' said Xaddadaxx.
'I'm afraid so,' finished Logos, as a silence again come over those assembled.
The End
Operation Skyscanner: Colton's Statement
Xaddadaxx had seen problems in his time. Operation Skyscanner had spent about 5 years with him dealing with Chaos Crystal formations, large ones, and other turbulent netherworld activity. Then it had been about another 5 years dealing with the freedom coins of dark emissaries, before the final conflict had come. But while it wasn't quite a fizzle, it had cost a lot of lives. Colton had attacked with his fleet, and done severe damage to a lot of outlying UG worlds and cities. They hadn't engaged nuclear weapons, mainly missile attacks, and some ground forces had been deployed by both sides. But after some showdowns in space, Colton had retreated and sent a message by envoy to the Hosts of Heaven. 'I'm James Arthur Colton. And I don't like you guys very much. You're too restrictive. But shit, if that what works for you. Our recent debacle was a message. Leave us the fuck alone. Don't try and play supercop over our federation. We have no real beef with you. We're not a federation based on conflict specifically. We just want to do our own thing and live life on our own terms. We have a basic code or way about us. We tough it out and get on with things. We don't kill our people. We lock up murderers. Thieves are usually quietened down well enough. There's not much more than that. Technically we do acknowledge that God is holy enough on your Rainbow Torah concerns. He doesn't bother us – we don't bother him. Leave us alone. We're not a threat. Ciao.'
People had received that, and it had seemed honest enough. Colton was basically about what he was about all along. There didn't seem to be a hidden agenda. They just liked a lot of liberty. Councils of Heaven met and discussed it. It was agreed that the monitoring would go on and a correct enough formulation of mankind's rights which needed to be defended. There were issues with Colton, especially on slavery and sexual practices, but they might need to be a lot more sensitive about how they approached that in the future. And then life settled down, and the conflict was resolved. Xaddadaxx, though, was soon enough asked by Saruviel to go on with his general Skyscanner missions, as after the conflict, they still had the same issue somewhat. They'd deal with it. It's what they did in life.
The End
PART FIVE
KALPHORA TALES
Gravedigger
Saruviel the Seraphim dug a grave. He put his dead cat in it. He swore. He went home.
'Cat's aren't eternal,' said Krystabel.
'She was 14 million years old,' replied Saruviel. 'I assumed she was by now.'
'You have to maintain prayer. You quit praying for the cat 2 million years ago,' said Krystabel.
'Can I borrow your crucifix?' asked Saruviel.
'What do you want that for? It's an old family heirloom.'
'Can I borrow it?' asked Saruviel.
'Fine,' replied a concerned Krystabel.
The following morning in Kalphora city at Saruviel's back yard, Jesus was present.
'It's on the grave. The crucifix. Raise the cat,' said Saruviel.
Jesus looked at the grave. He looked at Saruviel. 'Raise the cat? From the dead?'
'Yes,' replied a concerned Saruviel. 'I miss my pussy.'
'Right,' replied Jesus. 'Well, cat's are a fine thing and all.'
'Can you bloody do it or not?'
'They are not exactly my specialty,' replied Jesus.
Saruviel sat down cross-legged, and put his head in his hands. He was moaning.
Jesus looked at him. He knelt down and prayed, 'Dear God. I am sure Saruviel my brother will remember to pray for his cat from now on. I ask mercy for his pussy cat.'
Suddenly the ground surged, and the cat erupted out of it screeching.
'Whiskers!' cried Saruviel. He grabbed the cat, and dusted off the dirt. He turned to Jesus. 'Thank you brother. I appreciate that.'
'Nice crucifix. Very traditional,' said Jesus.
'It's Krystabel's. Family heirloom,' replied Saruviel.
For the next few weeks Saruviel was very attentive to his pussy cat. He prayed for her. Fed her. Played with her. Soon enough life returned to normal, but Saruviel remembered this: Pray for your pussy. It needs the attention. Or it could die.
The End
Quadel and Layelliel 2
'It looks terribly – green,' said Duncan McFarling.
'It's supposed to,' replied Hardonyx.
'It's the garden of God,' said Saruviel. 'I have collected a wide array of God's natural flora, and this is to be the official Garden of Eden of Kalphora. I will resume some regular overseers prayers for the growth of Kalphora, and the Garden will be a fundamental part of that.'
Layelliel focused the camera she was filming with on Saruviel. The documentary was progressing. 'What has been the fundamental motivation for building Kalphora's Garden of Eden, Master Saruviel?' she asked him.
'Master Saruviel?' he replied. 'That's a new one. Well, it was Mr Whiskers.'
Jesus smirked.
'And who is Mr Whiskers?' asked Layelliel, as Saruviel knelt down and handled some plants.
'Mr Whiskers is my pussy cat. He died recently, and Jesus brought him back to life,' said Saruviel.
'The good lord above brought him back to life. But I did pray about it,' replied Jesus.
'Right,' said Layelliel. 'And how did that inspire the new Garden?'
'It got me thinking. Cat's need food. And they naturally get it in, well, nature. And that is a fundamental of life we can't live without. We can get oh so caught up in our modern world, but when I'm in the olde world I often reflect how nature-based or nature-reliant it really is. And I reflected on early Genesis and the Garden of Eden and realized that, not just for man or even angel, but for all creation this is where life begins and what sustains life.'
'And how does Mr Whiskers figure into that?' persisted Layelliel, filming away.
'Well, if I had a proper enough back garden, or enough access for Mr Whiskers to a Garden life, he may have been happy enough to persist with me. He needed more time with me certainly, but his natural sustanence is nature. It's every creature's natural sustenance.'
'I understand,' said Layelliel.
They filmed away as workmen planted more plants that afternoon in the new reservation, and Quadel and Layelliel, with Duncan McFarling and Hardonyx, Layelliel's husband, continued on with their filming production of Kalphora's Garden of Eden. Later that evening the 4 of them were at the nearby hotel.
'Who says Saruviel doesn't have a soul,' said Quadel.
'Oh, he's always had one of those. Just caught up in being the ultimate, he was less sensitive to some of the fundamentals, I guess. Things as simple as the natural world,' replied Layelliel.
'Well it's a good thing,' said Hardonyx. 'Kalphora rivalling now some of the big natural world initiatives out there.'
'And there is quite a few of those. Other potential docos,' said Duncan McFarling to his boss Quadel.
'That could be an interesting idea,' replied Quadel the Seraphim.
The End
Dirty Dancing in the Moonlight 3
The Cherubim Callodyn, Daniel Daly in his human earthly name, looked out at the Tathra sand in Twilight. The sun was behind them to the west, but the moonlight had started, and it was their usual birthday celebration he held on many occasions.
'Jessie,' said Daniel.
'Hey,' she said.
'Wassup?' asked Daniel.
'Oh, you know. Life. When are you going to leave that twin Kelly of yours, and that pretend wife.'
'Not going to. And Kayella is just a support,' replied Daniel.
'But you dance with me every time we do this,' she replied.
'I love you heaps, babe. And besides. You are impossible to get. All the Brit tabloids say so. Jessie J knocks back another suitor. Likes the single life. Dedicated to the Garden of Eden she is growing, and wants no other things interfering with that. Oh, you've got competition on that now. Saruviel's new project.'
'Doubt that he'll commit,' replied Jessica, biting into an apple, looking out at the sand.
'I know him a little,' said Marcus, looking up. 'Andrew speaks of him. Seraphim Daniel's son. Says when he commits to things he takes them drastically seriously.'
'His job,' said Daniel.
'Still, I doubt he has the mother natuire touch,' replied Jessica. 'And that he knows how to harmonize. It's all in that. The harmonization. Finding the balance between nature and mankind's constructs. In my Garden I'm an expert at that.'
'It's like wandering around the set of Nobod's Perfect,' said Daniel. 'Weird looking Hansel and Gretel Houses, with countless apple trees and little statues of green snakes with red tongues everywhere.'
'That's the point,' replied Jessie. 'Harmony. Good living with evil in a world which somehow, despite the differences, manages to get along. Liberal and Conservative. The way of the world.'
'If you say so Mistress of the Green,' replied Daniel. ;'But you always nag Gabriel. Pray, you say to him. Terraphora must grow to enrichen my Garden world. I mean, I understand you wanted priority for your project, and Zaphora is damn expensive to get any land in, but you could have gone further out if you know what I mean.'
'I want it to be a garden Wolfgang takes a personal interest in,' replied Jessie.
'I visit it every now and again,' said the Theophany of God, who had appeared to be snoozing with a towel over his eyes.
'He does,' said Rihanna. 'But he takes that blasted Bluebell Halliwell with him when he does.'
'It's a hobby we do together,' said Wolfgang. 'Gloryel likes Jessies's Garden a lot, and asks me to get involved with it. So she's busy much, and I take Bluebell.'
'All 5 Spice Girls like it,' said Jessie. 'It's got some of their ideas coming in now also.'
'I've noticed,' said Daniel. 'Fairtyale Park indeed.'
'And with Saruviel's competition you have a real snake to compete with,' said Marcus.
Jessie smiled. 'Dance with me Daniel.'
And so they danced, and the fellowship enjoyed another party, and Daniel commented he might take a look at Jessies garden. Something to do on a rainy day.
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Vendyl Jones and the Ark of the Rainbow Covenant
'There she is,' said Vendyl. 'Noah's Ark. In all her glory. Restored to working condition, floating on the Black Sea of the New Earth.'
'She looks good Vendyl,' said Billy Jack Dial.
'You are pretenders to Noahide glory,' said Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.
'The Karaite is jealous as we have Noah's permission for a cruise,' said Vendyl. 'Truly sad.'
'Pretend Noahides,' replied Daniel, looking out at the Ark from the shore of the Black Sea.
'We have a deeper Noahide tradition than Mr 1999,' said Frances Makarova.
'You'll have to give her that much, Daniel,' said June Cantrell.
'Godfearers ye may be, but they were only inventing tradition,' replied Daniel.
'It's old tradition,' said Vendyl. 'And our community is vast now.'
'Shall we go on board,' said Billy.
The ladies walked up the plank, and Noah met them at the door. 'Remember,' he said. 'It just gets pushed out to sea, and the tugboats push us around for a few hours. Can't promise anything, but there's a chance of rain.'
Frances looked up at the cloudy sky. '40 days of it Noah?'
'According to an ancient covenant, probably not,' samiled Noah.
The Noahides came on board Noah's ark, and the door was closed. They came to the level with the open window and looked out. They were shoved out into the ocean, and soon enough were jostling on the waters.
'What was it like?' asked June. 'Back in the day.'
'I knew it wouldn't sink. Just knew in the end,' said Noah. 'Call it that thing of faith, but we did the job according to the Lord's specifications. But we feared things. The rain never stopped for ages. It was quite disconcerting.'
They enjoyed their paddle on the ocean, and Daniel was filming the meal they enjoyed together.
'Right,' said Daniel. 'Let's settle this. Pecking order. We're a younger movement, I acknowledge, but we are more scripturally sound.'
'Apparently,' replied Frances.
'Oh, there are merits in both sides,' said Noah. 'But traditionalists and fundamentalists are always at odds. Its the way of the religious world. Probably the way it's meant to be.'
'Impasse,' said Daniel. 'I'll get his confession one day.'
Noah smiled.
There were some ducks with them, and they fed the ducks, and Frances commented that Daniel made a good duck. A daffy one.
'Oh hah hah,' replied Daniel.
Soon enough they were back on shore, and Noah looked up at it. 'It's been in storage a long time, but I get her out for an occasional jaunt. It took me years to build her you know.'
'You don't say,' said Vendyl.
'How about that,' said Frances.
And so the warring parties enjoyed Noah's hospitality, and while Daniel had filmed the encounter, Vendyl wrote up some notes, and the article on his website 'Vendyl Jones and the Ark of the Rainbow Covenant' was read by more than just traditionalist Noahides.
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Blue Squadron
Early on there had been aliens. And then they had embraced a dystopian spirit and disappeared. But the Lord had a plan, and they were soon enough reborn into the seed of humanity and angelicdom. But after a while they formed their allegiances again, for their souls remembered their pre-history, and the civilizations began anew in human form. Recently Radiel had been leading Blue Squadron of Kalphoria in its heavenly duties in the ongoing war with the Scarlattians. They had bothered Earth Prime in particular aeons previously, and were at war again, fighting it out to build their empire. War and conquest was the Scarlattian way a lot of the time and while the Colton Federation just wanted to be left alone the Scarlattians were looking for a fight.
'The war is bitter,' said Radiel to Crystal. 'They attack planetary bodies freely, and try and enslave them. Our job is often as liberators, and the Scarlattians breed a fair bit so their numbers grow. It's a tough fight, and they are big now, growing all the time. Most of their people aren't involved in the conflict, but there are a large number of Scarlattian nations and organisations who push the struggle.'
'Why not muscle up and wipe them out? Teach them a lesson,' said Crystal.
'We've thought about that, and if more could be bothered perhaps we would. But in comparison they are tiny to the larger communities, and nobody really cares that much. Kalphora is committed to the fight, and some of the other discworlds get involved, but many citizens of the realms don't really care about the ongoing wars out there. It doesn't affect them and they don't want to risk their lives in the fight. Sad really. Blue Squadron, though. They fight hard. We've had many victories, and the tide is slowly turning in our favour. We're going to launch against the Scarlattis systems one of these days, and dish out some treatment. We'll end it eventually.'
'Right,' said Crystal. She picked up some pasta with her fork and looked at the TV. 'The new Garden of Eden is growing. All sorts of naturists are flocking to Kalphora to enjoy it. Saruviel's vision will probably help our economy.'
'Probably,' agreed Radiel. 'Anyway, do you want to be dropped home after dinner?'
'I can stay the night,' she smiled.
'Oh. Lucky night for me,' said Radiel.
'Maybe,' replied Crystal. 'If you put on your Blue Squadron uniform.' Radiel did so. He got lucky. Crystal went home the following day, a bit more certain now about the one which was likely to be her man. It had progressed a while now.
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Mishael and Kimborel 2
'Ho,' said Sariel. 'The Scumbag of Mishaphora has come to watch the test match. He is concerned.'
Mishael, 52nd Seraphim of the Realm of Eternity and Overseer of the 52nd disc of the Realm, Mishaphora, sighed at Sariel's presence. They were in the elite box watching the test between Mishaphora and Kalphora at Kalphona City Oval. The test series was in its 5th and final match, and there had been 4 draws so far, a tightly fought affair. Mishael was nervous. He followed his cricket quite avidly, and the Iraqis out there for Mishaphora were fighting hard. They wanted the trophy back, as they did not currently hold it.
'Ignore him Mishy,' said Kimborel his twin. Mishael and Kimborel were twins of support – one of the most traditional things twins did for each other. Marriage did happen between twins, which was normal, but it was not a rule. But support for the twins was the universal expectation.
Sariel sat down. 'Dickweed?' he queried, at Mishael's marijuana stick burning on the table.
'It's a mild brand,' replied Mishael. 'Mixed with tobacco. A touch of hash to give it a bit of kick.'
'Fascinating,' replied Sariel, and looked out at the match going on. 'I have 500 credits on this. A small wager.'
'For Kalphora to win of course, I would imagine,' replied Mishael.
'You guys,' replied Sariel, ordering a drink from the waitress who showed up. 'So don't let me down old chap.'
'The atmosphere has been pretty good for this one,' said Kimborel.
'I've been here all day for day 3,' said Sariel. 'The crowd are very focused on the match. A lot of them very nervous.'
'We haven't played Kalphora in quite a while,' said Mishael. 'And we want the trophy back. Our supporters are very nervous. Many prayers to Allah have been prayed for victory, but Kalphorans must certainly have prayed as well.'
'All supporters pray somewhat,' said Sariel. 'I do so myself from time to time.'
'Follow the cricket a lot, usually, don't you,' said Kimborel.
'You know me, Kimmie. Me and sis are devotees of the game. Traditional thing for me now. I get involved with the fanbases for my movies quite regularly, and the various conferences they hold and functions. Keeps me busy. Earn a fair bit from that, don't you know.'
'I would imagine Mr Grant,' replied Kimborel.
'But cricket is your undying passion, I take it,' replied Mishael.
'Somewhat,' replied Sariel. 'A gentleman should take an interest in a lot of things. Be educated. Get to know the world and society and its inner working.'
Mishael looked out at the cricket as one of his batsmen hit a four. 'I would say you are telling good advice and wisdom there, dear brother,' replied Mishael. It is certainly a good thing to stay aware of the goings on in society.'
'Exactly,' said Sariel. He sipped on his drink. 'Dinner, tonight? I'll bring my wife. Looks like your guys are probably going to get up now, so it could be a jovial affair.'
Mishael looked at Kimborel. 'Sound good?' he asked her.
'As long as its a club with calm dancing. Smoother atmosphere. Not the hectic stuff,' replied Kimborel.
'I'm sure that can be arranged,' said Sariel. He looked out at the match. 'Come on Mishaphora. Give Sariel his bucks.'
Mishael smiled. Sariel, as lively as ever.
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Wild Heart 2
Crystal smelled the incense sticks. 'You know, Radiel. It is part of religion to use incense for Yahweh. Torah teaches this truth.'
'Yahweh's real name is Jehovah. And his real name is Yah Hu Wah,' replied Radiel.
'His real name is Yahweh,' said Crystal.
'That too,' said Radiel. 'The real names of God are the names which are real with God. Ones which have genuine holy tradition associated with them. Not sarcastic tradition, unless it's a nickname like the Big Kahunah for the Theophany, which he doesn't actually mind. But his real names need to be genuine, and devoted to, as God is mainly interested in eternal things.'
'Incense is Torah Eternal truth,' said Crystal. 'And it is part of religion with Yahweh. Yahweh likes religion when it is organised and rational and logical. Jesus started with a bit of a huff and puff, but settled down in time. God likes it when people settle down and get orderly out of life. The rules of reasonable behavior are supposed to be the core of the religious life, so that people find in religion a way of life which works. Religion is handled by clerics who teach the mysteries to motivate people with good behaviour. Incense provides a sensory experience which gives the esoteric and mystical appeal to the moral principles being taught in religion. Religion is pointless if it gives too much excitement without logical purpose.'
'Jehovah sounds like a king's name,' said Radiel. 'Yahweh? Sounds like a name of an African soccer player in the European leagues. Yahweh Yomendi, or something like that. Always on the lookout for a new club.'
'Soccer's a catholic thing like Yahweh, and so is incense. But it is Torah as well.'
'Yah Ha Wah sounds like a complicated ritual deity, which is appropriate for Hebrew Rationalities, so it works, but of course the classic name is still Jehovah.'
'Finished,' said Daniel the Seraphim. 'We'll edit and release.'
Radiel examined the payment certificate. 'The Watchtower will pay me that much if I get that many views a week, huh?' queried Radiel.
'Pretty much,' said Daniel. 'World of Jehovah in north Kalphora have that many meet and greets going with Saruviel to get him to pray for Kalphora's expansion at the moment. They want to access some of Seventhborn's drive. He's got a lot of it. Major plans for the Watchtower to compete.'
'They'll never match these figures from Pope Benedict XVI,' said Crystal. 'This is big money,' she said, holding up her tablet.
'Catholics always think they rule,' said Radiel. 'Humph.'
'What do you care, anyway. Your secular.'
'Some Saruvim Torah. Every few centuries,' replied Radiel. 'Just to focus a bit.'
'Right,' replied Crystal. 'We're out of here, Daniel. It was a wild time. My heart is perplexed why they wanted us though.'
'They employ big names in the current competition set by Jesus,' said Daniel. 'Growth is the current spiel from Christendom, and they use celebrities which are popular to get the ball rolling. Advanced thinking, really. I'm taking notes as well.'
'Let's party dude,' said Crystal to Radiel.
'Jehovah,' said Radiel.
'Yahweh,' said Crystal.
Daniel smiled.
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Gravedigger 2
'Hi. I'm Jesus,' said Jesus to the camera. 'I push regularly to be a Christ Figure. It's my ambition and desire in life to make the world a better place. When I began my ministry some Israelites liked the idea. That will do me, you know. Christ for the Church. Good enough. Israel? They like David figures. That works for them. Mashiach sort of people. Physical temples. King's on thrones. That sort of thing. Gathering in Israelis to the holy land. That's their idea of Messiah. It's a great idea. Very biblical. Me? I have a different vision of what Messiah ought to be. I'm not arguing with God on the subject. But for my own vision I push a different Messianic idea. Heavy concentration on spiritual things and salvation with high moral standards. Compassion. Love. Virtue. Those sort of things. What works for some people. That's what it's about. Some of the general public prefer my style. Because it is what they think too. You know. I didn't catch on because people thought my ideas were crap. They liked them. They still do. So Christianity specializes on Torah areas which work for us and many people. I can be a king too. I sit on a throne at times also. But I'm a people person. A social creature. And the Church is pretty good at being social. We specialize on that idea.'
'This cat is dead,' said Saruviel. 'Can you raise it Christ Child?'
The cat was stuffed.
'It looks pretty stiff,' said Jesus.
'Like Christian clerics after centuries,' replied Saruviel. 'Jaded by lukewarm christians.'
Jesus smiled. 'That's right, people,' he said to the camera. 'Lukewarm? Not my style. But they make good clerics. They settle down in the job. Figures, they say, at all the grind. But they know it's a life experience. And it's worth it. It all works out eventually. Even for the lukewarm.'
'I think this cat is stuffed,' said Saruviel, poking the cat. 'Didn't we even get a proper dead cat?'
Jesus looked at the cat. 'Like the lukewarm I suppose.' He looked at the camera. 'Hey, you know I'm only kidding.'
'It smells too,' said Saruviel.
'Yeh, it does,' replied Jesus.
'Cut,' said Daniel. 'Classic.'
Jesus smiled.
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Mishael and Kimborel 3
Mishael examined the cricket ball.
'You are not the world's greatest bowler,' said Kimborel.
Mishael bowled another spinner down the indoor cricket pitch. It spun, and went over the top of the stumps.
'Missed,' said Kimborel.
'The point is not to always hit the wicket but get the player out or restrict runscoring,' replied Mishael.
Saruviel picked up the ball and threw it back at Mishael. 'World of Jehovah needs decent form at least, Mishy,' he said. 'The celeb match is highly shown around the traps. Don't let the Seraphim team down, buddy. The Cherubim are tough competition. And Jesus is forking over major cashola to our accounts. Work it Seraphim.'
'You missed,' said Kimborel. 'Give me the ball.'
'Humph,' replied Mishael.
Kimborel took a run and bowled medium pace, hitting middle stump. 'There,' she said. 'That's how it is done.'
'They'd have smashed that for six,' he replied.
'Jealous,' she said.
'Good work, Kimmy,' said Saruviel. 'Might get an LB. But only a couple of them an over. Mix it up.'
'See,' said Mishael. 'Too predictable and they find you easy.'
'I'll get the wicket, though. Minus 5. We'll win,' replied Kimborel.
'I don't know why Saruviel chose you.'
'She's asian,' said Saruviel.
'No need to be so damn honest,' said Kimborel to Saruviel. 'Diversity captain.'
'Ratings, my dear,' replied Saruviel. 'It's not about winning the damn match. It's about ratings and a good show.'
'Which I understand,' prided Mishael.
'Give me the damn ball,' said Kimborel. Mishael threw her the ball. She took a run and bowled. The ball was a full toss going above Saruviel's head.
'They call that a wide,' mocked Mishael.
'Ratings,' said Kimborel.
'Humph,' replied Mishael. 'We'll see Asian Chick.'
'We will,' replied Kimborel.
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Zone 666
In a quiet corner of Kalphora, Lee Hain was smoking a ciggie in a typical Cooma town in an Australian province of Kalphora known as Monaro-Havenstock. The thing is, Samaen, Lucifer, Samael and Damien were also in the regio, the Saruvim of Infinity, building fencelines around property they had purchased. And Satan was in charge of the project.
'I fear,' said Father Barrie Cotter to Lee Hain, 'That you are soon going through a trial. But you will recover from it.'
'I understand father,' replied the Aussie St Patrick's Church disciple. Father Barrie Cotter was an Arch-Bishop over various St Patricks Cooma congregations worldwide. There was one Pope over the St Patricks Churches, and two Cardinals. Father Barrie Cotter was soon to be admitted in as the next Cardinal over the Parish network, and was deep in prayer most days because of it. But recently he'd had disturbing dreams and visions. Horrible forebodings. And his resolve as a man of God was being tested because of it.
A few weeks later Jayden Bridges was in Cooma Town, having been working in the abbatoirs in Polo Flat, work he regularly undertook. He was up on the Telecom Tower Hill one afternoon, now used to the fenceline which had now been put up, keeping him out of Polo Flat, as he was a Catholic. When the Saruvim Zone 666 program had been announced, the Catholics had been amused, but when the beasts personnel started shooting at Cooma citizens and killing them with Sniper Rifles, it was no longer a joke. Jayden had taken some pictures of the sunset over nanny-goat hill, but had his marksmen rifle with him. He focused it on the abbatoir. Blockhead came into view. He pulled the trigger. Blockheads brains splattered against a wall. 'Gotcha, bastard,' said Jayden.
Analysis was done by Zone 666. They traced the bullet to certain types of rifles, and concluded it was probably a Bridges family rifle from their extensive database information. But on the scoring system in place for rivalry between Zone 666 and the Christians of Monaro-Havenstock, they did not have enough points to take out a Bridges member. They shot Lee Hain instead. His body was taken to St Pats, and Vigils were given. Pryaer through the night. 4 weeks later Blockhead had been revived by Dark Power, but the Spirit of God had restored Lee Hain. He didn't bear a grudge. He bought a rifle. He and Jayden formed a bond, and patrolled the fencelines of Zone 666 regularly thereafter. The conflict went on for years, but soon the Saruvim put a team in place, and retired from the scene. But Zone 666 communities began springing up all over the place. And Jesus was not amused.
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Cat Lady 22
Mary Daly was a Cat Lady. Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly's mother, she was accustomed to owning cats. She was also accustomed to Daniel's fondness of the Commodore 64 computer, and was with Daniel at the moment in a rental in Kalphora with her husband Cyril, Daniel's dad, looking at a painting Daniel had done of a Commodore 64 computer, with a host of small cats parading themselves around it.
'They seem amused,' said Mary.
'The computer is being used to design a game with them in it,' said Daniel. 'Hypothetically. It's an imaginary thing, but that is the story behind it. The cats are Mushroom, Miranda and Pepper.'
'Our traditional cat names,' replied Mary.
'I have placed the family shield in the corner, as you can see,' said Daniel.
'Oh yes,' replied Mary.
'It's a Daly product. I use the shield a lot now on new projects. Updating my collection with new ideas. Some things are gone now. Stuff which has faded away with me. It wasn't working any longer. But my original things are still with us. That is what I concentrate on now. Some people are gone from my life now mum. Life has moved on. They've given up the ghost in my life, and life has moved on. Just you and dad and the rainbow covenant are the main constants in my life now. And Almighty God. And the Realms and things. The works I've produced are permanent, but I've archived them into mostly memories archives. Where I visit to reminisce. Updated with permanent Daniel life things from day to day. The stuff which will keep on going in my life.'
'We think similarly,' said Cyril. 'Life moves you on, as old facess get old and fade away. Just the way of eternal life son.'
'Yes dad,' said Daniel. 'Still food, good cheer, merriment and music. And I'm still happy.'
'We'll always be with you,' said Mary.
'Always,' said Cyril.
And that much remained eternally true.
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Cat Lady 23
'Taylor is a Cat Lady,' said Daniel.
'Like your mother,' said Katy Perry, the Angel Luladiel.
'I'm like your mother. Catholic. Related to a Noahide,' said Taylor.
'And we have lots of cats,' said Daniel.
'Your mother often has cats,' said Taylor.
'It's a family tradition,' said Daniel.
'Like that new picture then is it?' asked Taylor, looking at the picture of the Commodore 64 with the cats on the wall. 'It needs the Swift shield too,' said Taylor.
'You can handle that,' said Daniel.
'I'll think it over,' said Taylor.
'I'm going to do the program. With the cats. I'll even get Meredith in there,' said Daniel.
'Funny,' said Taylor. 'Sure it will work?'
'I'm a C64 programmer,' said Daniel.
'With 1 or 2 basic programming pieces of knowledge,' said Taylor.
'Then I'll have to use the manuals again,' said Daniel.
'As always,' said Taylor.
Taylor and Katy left the room, and Cyril and Mary had come in.
'Family tradition is a good idea,' said Mary.
'You heard,' said Daniel.
'Overheard,' said Mary.
'We can get it published for the people,' said Cyril. 'Some copies.'
'I suppose,' said Daniel. 'I'll think it over.'
'Busy day?' asked Cyril.
'Busy enough. Listened to a Taylor album and a Katy album earlier. They came around for a visit. I cheered up a lot. They still like me. It's a relief. I love them a lot.'
'You should commit to their music at least,' said Mary.
'That is ok with us all,' said Cyril. 'They are good for you. They make you happy.'
'They do,' said Daniel. 'Yes, I'll commit to their music. It's permanent now. It was prayed over.'
'Some things last forever,' said Mary.
'Maybe just in memory,' said Daniel. 'But reality will come true. The girls will stay faithful.'
'If you stay faithful to them,' said Cyril.
'Which I always will,' said Daniel. 'I love them much. The dears.'
'Funny,' said Mary.
'Hilarious,' said Cyril.
'Cats and the Commodore is the name of the piece. I've named it now,' said Daniel.
'Funny,' said Taylor from the side of the room.
'You still here?' asked Daniel.
'Forever by your side,' replied Taylor.
'That's a relief' said Daniel.
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Millennia Fate Daly
'Millennia is a cute name,' said Miley.
'You got pregnant, and I could not help myself,' said Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.
The baby garbled and farted.
'She stinks,' said Miley.
'You'll have to take care of that,' said Daniel. 'I have a date with Taylor. We are discussing were Millennia will sleep. Seeing as you can't be tamed, she needs a responsible step mother in Taylor.'
'Give her to me,' said Taylor, waking up from her snooze.
'Gladly,' said Miley, handing over the daughter.
'She will be the death of me,' said Taylor.
'Death by a thousand cuts of her deadly tongue, I would imagine,' said Daniel. 'She will be well trained in Cyrusian Sarcasm.'
'See to it,' said Miley. 'Go. Let me sleep. I'll see the girlchild in a few weeks. 17 bastards, and still another. I can not help myself.'
'I will ensure she has standards,' said Taylor, nursing the child.
Miley was asleep.
'She's been through a lot,' said Daniel, as he and Taylor left the nursery with the child. They exited the Cyrus Mansion, and made their way to the spaceport. A few hours later they were home, back in the realm.
'She stinks,' said Taylor.
'I assume you know how to deal with that,' said Daniel.
'It's been a while since the others,' said Taylor.
'I assume instinct will kick in,' said Daniel.
Taylor started cleaning her up.
'I will give her a sibling. We will mate again,' said Taylor.
Daniel took out his laptop. 'The next names on my list are Sabrina and Sebastian. I came up with them a while back.'
'They will be fine. Whichever it is,' said Taylor. 'We'll start tonight.'
'Wonderful,' said Daniel. 'More naughty stuff.'
'Dirty man,' said Taylor.
'Indeed,' replied Daniel.
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Sebastian Corey Daly
'Ok. He's Sebastian. You name the middle name,' said Daniel to Taylor.
'He's to take care of his sister Millennia, so it's based on Cyrus. Corey. Similar sounding,' said Taylor.
'Sebastian Corey Daly. So be it,' said Daniel.
As Sebastian, who was 1 year younger than Millennia, grew up with his sister, they were very close. He was instructed regularly by Daniel that his job in life was to represent the Daly Foundation and take care of his sister Millennia. In time they would drift, most likely, from Daniel and Taylor's primary care, but they would have each other permanently, and support from the family financially.
'I've noticed she does have a biting tongue, Corey,' said Taylor to Sebastian when he was 7. 'So remember to get your sister out of the trouble she will invariably get into.'
'I'll remember mother,' said Sebastian, who Taylor usually called Corey.
When he began his working career Sebastian worked directly at the Daly Foundation, and Cyril, Daniel's father, took a liking to him.
'He's quite loyal. Won't wander,' said Cyril to Daniel.
'Alison and Matthew don't wander much either,' said Taylor.
'They seem to stay put,' said Daniel. 'My earlier children live their own lives without a care in the world, but Alison and Matthew just stay put. Sebastian is the same, and Millennia never leaves him. She loves her metal, but lets Sebastian take care of her.
'She's not stupid,' said Taylor. 'Her mother reminds her life can get curly, and to stay in the safety zone.'
'I learned a lot about that safety zone,' replied Daniel. 'So much sarcasm in humanity, that without a good barrier of a safety zone sin can run amok.'
'We learn God's truths at times,' said Taylor.
'Some people the hard way,' replied Daniel.
Sebastian seemed to be Daniel's sensibilities. Daniel noticed that often. He was conservative, and careful with the rules. He would avoid trouble, and take sensible risks, watching results carefully. In the end Daniel called him wise. It was actually a surprise he got the son he got. Him and Taylor were proud of him, and his job taking care of Millennia seemed to keep him focused. A new child had been sensible. Surprising.
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Roshael and Zantrameriel 2
'My husband is not dead,' said Zantrameriel softly. 'He is over his eternity death.'
'The eternity death lasts for eternity,' said Roshael, raising his spoon of kellogs corn flakes to his mouth, looking at the Iraq tennis championships on TV.
'Yes. It is meant to. Theological explanation says that God gets idiots over their pride in the end,' replied Zantrameriel.
'News to me,' replied Roshael. He picked up his T-Shirt and started ironing it, now the iron was hot. 'I suppose you two better reconcile then.'
'You've never frikking bedded me,' said Zantrameriel, and took a bite of her peanut butter on toast.
'We are but twin's of support. I have no interest otherwise. I do enjoy the company, but I am an unofficial buddhist priest, who plays tennis, runs the Afghan overseersmanship in the Realm of Eternity, studies Seraphim Torah, plays chess, and has a pastime in competitive tennis. I like the company of my twin as a friend and helping her in life. I recognize this as my purpose now. Since the beginning the twin has always been a thing we are to recognize. I understand that now. It gives my life some value – having an official concern for a person. Yahweh Elohim is wise in this respect.'
'Yes,' replied Zantrameriel, chewing on her toast. 'You never bedded me asshole. Don't you get erections?'
'Keep your silliness and pride in check, Zulu woman. I will accompany you to New Terra Stella One to see your husband. He will bed you.'
'I suppose so,' replied Zantrameriel. 'We have had a few weeks of online correspondence. He has asked I visit in a few months when he feels a bit more stable.'
'So wisdom has proceeded between us,' replied Roshael. 'And all is well.'
'I suppose,' replied Zantrameriel and sighed. 'Your training is due shortly.'
'Indeed,' replied Roshael, turning his attention to the tennis.
'Fitness is always a call in life after all, as you say,' replied Zantrameriel.
He looked at her. 'You will be fine, Zanny. I know you are apprehensive, but things change. The support between us is permanent now. Do not worry. I am your twin. I will be there for you.'
She stood and came and kissed his forehead. 'Thank you,' she said, and left the room. Roshael touched were she kissed briefly, but focused on the TV. He would miss her. And he was now used to company. Just as apprehensive he was also. Just as apprehensive.
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The United Realms
Saruviel was in a pensive mood. 'The United Realms, Daniel?' he queried.
'The Realm of Eternity. The Realm of Infinity. The Seven Heavenly Realms. The rest of them. We form the United Realms. The League of Realms. Core legal Interuniversal doctrines which Unite the Realms. The tentative documents are finished. Zionistya is reviewing them and so is Eternya. The overseers are being talked to as we speak. I tackled you personally. Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly requested I do. You can be – difficult.'
'I have no problem with Interuniversal law and rules of travel. Kalphora runs its own show, but civilized Interuniversal Society is acceptable. Send in the documents to the Keep and I'll review them.'
'Wonderful,' replied Seraphim Daniel.
Later that day Daniel was with his wife Jessica back at Danielphon.
'How did it go?' she asked him.
'Very quickly. He'd already been through the thoughts. He didn't say that, but I could tell. Food for thought for the great ecumenist.'
'I could imagine,' replied Jessica. 'How fares the situation overall?'
'Most are in agreement. Many want to debate out the protocols first of all. It will take centuries, maybe millennia, but should likely come to be. The United Realms will be a reality.'
'And it is for the best of us all?' asked Jessica.
'Mainly for understood rules of Interuniversal law being more greatly solidified, and easier travel. We're not trying to create a one world government. Not quite the idea. Sovereignty of states is essential to most political thinkers. But broader common agreement it always in everyone's best interests.'
'So it will come to be,' said Jessica.
'Most probably. Now I fancy pizza.'
'I've prepared dinner,' she said. 'Chicken and pasta.'
'That should do fine,' said Daniel.
And as they ate Jessica noted her husband's animated face. He was in a good mood. The United Realms was a pet project of the Daly Foundation and it looked as if it would become a reality. The times they were a changing.
The End
PART SIX
FANTASY WORLDS
In the United Realms, but many well established before then, were many Fantasy Worlds. Many Realm Overseers, and many others with ambition who had long ago petitioned the Lord on the issue, had created for themselves by prayer ministry and the power of God, fantastic fantasy world which tickled the imagination with wondrous delight of spectacular vision and scenery. Countless worlds, in reality, had come to be, from Wonderland to Neverland and, while Daniel had tasted many of the, he gently persuaded Katy, Taylor, Harry and a number of others to a long-lasting sojourn in blessed Eckador, a fantasy world he had taken a particular liking to.
ECKADOR
Daniel lives opposite Taylor not far from Silvapenny Village to the west. To the north is Elundium tower, where Prince Austin, Taylor's brother resides, with the Loremasters of Elundium who study the 'Lore of Elundium', which is 12 volumes, and prepare the Decade Volume 'Life of Eckador' which is general thoughts and life of Eckador citizens over a decade, which serves as their general bible and news for the following decade as the next volume is again being researched and prepared by the Loremasters. In Silvapenny Village there is Harry's Ye OldeWine and Grogge Storre were Harry sells wine and grogge, and there is also Daisybelle's Fruite and Vegetables Shoppe. It has the basic stores of a typical Eckadorian Village. Daniel often buys wine from Harry's, and stores them in his cellar, for late nights when Taylor hops over, sips grogge with Daniel, and sings nursery rhymes to send him off to Neverland. It is a quaint and loverly fairytale life.
Eckador 2
Witch Katy likes to visit Daniel in Eckador and fry up mushrooms with onion, liver and bacon to have supper with him on occasion. She brings out her Tarot cards on these occasions. Eckadorian Lore Tarot is based on Destiny. It is not so much believed that the Tarot cards reveal what will be, but that they reveal what will be through your obligation to follow the reading of the cards. Eckadorians believe in Jehovah God and when the Tarot Gypsy Queen gives you a reading the prayers in Eckador are for you to follow that reading as your destiny. If the witch is passionate the force of the reading may last months or even a year or so, but are mostly for day to day and week to week encouragement and impetus for life. Witch Katy wears Burgundy and Gold striped Stockings, with a conservative black dress and witches hat. She gives Tarot readings as her main source of income, primarily to citizens of Silvapenny Village and Surrounds. Taylor also uses Katy's Tarot readings to guide her and help plan out her happenings for the year ahead. Witch Katy also plays her pop music regularly in her witches abode, and sings for the villagers at the annual concert when Taylor also takes to the stage.
Royal Chevalion
Anakin the Starmaker is a noble of great intent. He fashions from wood and glass glowing Stars. The Stars are crafted wood emblazoned in firey orange, red and gold and set in a globe of glass, which is mounted in a frame. This is his main profession and task of joy as a craftsman in the fantasy world of Royal Chevalion. He is a huntsman and builder, and with Daniel the Settler he builds the log cabin in the hills of a Royal Chevalion Mountain Range, with Taylor and Natalie in tow, and they set to their contract to settle this region of the world of Royal Chevalion. Having moved on from life in Eckador, Daniel and Taylor continue their quest to embrace fantasy worlds in the growing United Realms, and taste new adventure and fantastic life. Royal Chevalion is a deeply European Britannic French Kingdom, with Royal Nobles in charge, brave Knights and a deep sense of the traditions of the Olde World steeped in myth and folkloric tradition. Anakin is a nickname of an old actor of SF fame and credential, and his counterpart and fellow sojourner Natalie worked on a grand SF epic at the formation of the golden days of Hollywood. Accepting Daniel's invitation to try something new for a change, they agree to settle and help build a section of Royal Chevalion and see what will be.
Royal Chevalion 2: The 20th Squatter
The 20th Squatter was an old squatter from the early days of Royal Chevalion, when gypys travellers roamed the land. The 20th Squatter was a name given to the 20th caravan which settled on 'Moorecraft Green' in front of Royal Chevalion Castle Estate, were they plied their trade. The 20th Squatters to be more precise won the favour of Princess Genevieve in a Tarot Reading which had great blessings for the Princess leading to favourable marriage. The 20th squatter was then permitted to roam Royal Chevalion for the most part unhindered, and was known as having royal favour. Settling not far from Daniel and Anakin's new settlement region they tended to chide them as amateurs for not quite properly understanding the mentality and stylings which Royal Chevalion society liked to dress their civilization up with. It was not so much you couldn't do your own thing – you could. The people were free enough. But there is an artistic style to Royal Chevalion, and the new fellas just don't quite get it yet. This led to discussion between Taylor and Natalie, who interceded to Daniel and Anakin reminding them they were not a joke and that the spirit of anticonformity was not a legacy they were attempting to fulfil. Dan and Annie got the point and travelled with the girls for a while throughout the world of Royal Chevalion, sketching and making notes, and then, returned home, settled down to chat with the 20th Squatter about how they felt they should go about their business of settlement. They got on with the job thereafter.
The Kingdom of Hightower
Hightower is a Citadel built atop a range were it watches over a valley beneath. Hightower was settled long ago by a band of brothers forging out from Kalphoran society to form their own olde world community. They had been unsatisfied as a family for a long time with the trappings of modern society and knew that in the olde world they would find their true salvation and way of life. So Hightower Citadel was built, and rebuilt a number of times as the community around it grew. Gradually, through letterage to Saruviel the Overseer of Kalphora, they were granted occasional land growth and the Kingdom of Hightower formed. Hightower attracted traditional olde world citizens over time and many fantasy questing types of people gradually settled. It became filled with Role Playing Game communities with the literature done in olde world stylings and 'The Quest' quickly became an ideal of Hightower Society. Gradually Wizards and Witches were sort out from various Communites from the Realms and offered sums of money and placements in life to enrichen the culture and cravings of Hightower Society. Though Dwarves in population did exist after a while, they too were specifically sought out and paid sums with attractive deals to settle in Hightower and build and develop a particular dwarf community for the world of Hightower. The original family all saw this as natural development and did not really object terribly much. In time Daniel moved on from Royal Chevalion into the next neighbouring Kingdom of Hightower and he and Anakin on their mission of learning ideas, rules and knowledge of settlement, began the quest to work out properly how to fit into Hightower Society. And as this progressed, the Kalphora Quest occasionally impinged upon their lives and soon enough it became apparent a Starglobe of old man McDaramond was also too likely hidden somewhere in the Kingdom of Hightower.
The Kingdom of Hightower 2
King Albion is the King of Hightower, his brother's prince-kings in some of the various provinces. But a renegade by the name of Thodric Jarl grew as a despot, attracting many, and rummaging through the land. The celebrities Hightower and Tackleberry of Police Academy fame were brought in and assigned the task of dealing with Thodric Jarl. As war raged in the land, Anakin and Daniel continued their settlement policy with Natalie and Taylor in tow, and Miss Winter, Taylor Swift, jealous of the two Star Globes in the possession of Daniel and Anakin, and the Animistic tensions they brought, sought out Lucy Smith and Shelandragh May and invited them to Hightower, were Taylor was taught the power of Animistic Energy Enhancement. With that knowledge she fashioned 7 key Snow Globes and, upon the completion of the 7th Snowglobe in her Workshop in the Woods labelled herself the Ice Queen, as she would be cold as ice teaching the menfolk the gentle lessons they obviously needed to learn oh so well. Yet, utilizing the powers of the Starglobes, Daniel and Anakin assisted Hightower and Tackleberry in thwarting the dread Thodric Jarl – at least for a while anyway. Life proceeded on, and Daniel returned to his work in studying the Lore books of the fantasy realms he was visiting, begun in Eckador, and working on his art pieces, which were sent off to auction for the Noahide Community, his wife Taylor also continuing her art work, and Manuscript making of 'Eat Pray Love' which she had a contract with the author to scribally produce in olde world style handwritten copies of the work which were likewise sent to auction to the universal Swiftie community. And on it went.
The Monkdom of Absalom & Bartimaeus
Daniel and Anakin have moved on to the next fantasy world. Having defeated Thodric Jarl in the Kingdom of Hightower with the Triangular power arrangement of the Starglobes, Anakin is starting to understand their purpose with keener knowledge, and gaining insight into the crafte of starmaking he also is involved with. Settling in Hightower's neighbouring world, the Monkdom of Absalom and Bartimaeus, the group adapts to a much more sedate yet rigorous lifestyle – a religious clerical community run by devout Monks Absalom and Bartimaeus. The Monkdom is strictly run monotheism of a general nature, not particularly denominational in much of a way, but the lifestyle is very strict and piety is greatly espoused. Virtue is demanded and a necessity of everyday life in the Monkdom of the Brothers Absalom and Bartimaeus to verily keep the Devil at Bay and keep citizens focused on the purer things in life. It is not necessarily every person's way of life or calling, and Daniel and Anakin do not dispute this truth, but each has clerical experience in their own way and adapt to the lifestyle and community standards with not too many difficulties. Brother Absalom is white skinned and Brother Bartimaeus is black skinned, and they have been brothers in service to the Lord since ancient Catholic days of their faith. They have a friendly rivalry going on between them and their head monasteries lay side by side overlooking a river cascading down a waterfall. Each attempts to one up the other from time to time and in days of official court many ploys by both parties have been put into play to gain the upper hand. But nothing is too serious – they are monks – they serve the Lord. Citizens choose this olde world community to join to be in a place which is strictly run. It becomes apparent, though, to Daniel and Anakin, that other tensions run through the land from minor dignitaries vying for power in the Monkdom, and certain strains of spirit lead them to believe that here to a Starglobe is likely somewhere present. Meanwhile Taylor the Ice Queen has begun establishing her followers into service of the Snow Globe Paradigm each is imbued with, and creates a shrine in the Monkdom of Absalom and Bartimaeus which quickly attracts great interest.
The Monkdom of Absalom & Bartimaeus 2
By the Black Balls of Bartimaeus is a slang terminology used on occasion by the citizenship of the Monkdom when in perplexing situations. It is as vulgar as they really get as they are quite pious and repentant. From time to time even holy people let off some steam, and the rare party on a getaway is sometimes enjoyed. Daniel and Anakin, having settled in a Monkdom community, are learning how this fantasy society works, but soon get caught up in a plot by the 'Progressives' to modernize some aspects of the Monkdom. It is believed that the Enlightenment lifestyle, by many of the Progressives, is a better olde world standard to set. The Progressives do not want to enter modernity – that is not the point of where they are pushing the Monkdom to – but they know in their hearts the Monkdom of Absalom and Bartimaeus needs to stretch on a few more centuries in the clientele it can afford – they are not yet diverse enough, and the progressives know this to be true. Daniel and Anakin are rather accepting, though, of how the society already functions. They are not themselves trying to change things, but to learn about how different societies work and, because of this, are reluctant to join the cause of the progressives. But Taylor and Natalie are 100% in favour of updating this society and the thoughts gone into the crafting of the next snow globe by the Ice Queen are replete with animistic progressive charms and spellwork. Snapper Carr, the leader of the Progressives, upon the 'Progressive Rebellion' gaining steam is summoned to the head Monasteries of the Monkdom. Asking Daniel and Anakin to accompany him he gives a detailed case for his objectives in the Monkdom. Absalom and Bartimaeus explain to him they have no great problem with Modernity – they experienced enough of it in their time – but the purpose of the Monkdom they established was to operate and be based on a certain cultural style aimed at appealing to the kind of people they were after. Yet Absalom and Bartimaeus both agree they see Snapper Carr's point, and while they had been quite settled and what they wanted from the Monkdom from its founding, the extension of culture for a few centuries would have some advantages. Ultimately the subject is to be debated, and a referendum in time for decision by the citizenship. All this time Daniel and Anakin are aware of a Starglobes influence, which is ultimately found, and studied, before they move on to their next society.
Dragonsong Divine
The World of Dragonsong Divine is full of mythical beasts. The Lord Saruviel was queried by Aldus Morefickle as to whether the Olde World Communities of Kalphora could digest some more of the elaborate fantastical creations commissioned by Almighty God to fashion and, upon Saruviel's decree and text of approved of monstrosities for the Kalphora community Aldus chose Dragon's and the kind as the main recipient for his attention in the building of his strange new world. Dragonsong Divine, it would be called, and indeed as time passed and development of this zoological paradise arrived, questers moved in to chat with dragons and seek their wisdom, for Dragon's, in God's' good design of the creature, were full of Lore and Wisdom, a font of knowledge for the seekers of truth. In cradletop mountain range, Anakin settled with Daniel and the ladies, having moved on from the Monkdom and, finding a small hamlet of wild men and women, they settled down amongst them, vinedressers in trade, and opened a tavern for the small community were Taylor and Natalie served grogge and secretly made plans for the inevitable snow globe they would have to fashion when the Starglobe reality became apparent. But Ranlyddia Torvanexx the Dragon, fierce and proud, came a visiting too the Hamlet of Cragly, and made demands of rent, for he had a secure title deed granted from ancient days, and into debt the community of Cragly went to pay off ownership of their lands. Daniel and Anakin decided they would serve likewise in the old fashioned way of paying debts, and when the sister of Gregorius, who had come visiting, was born, tender Jacindrel, Taylor was used to very much so now quite a traditional way of living life, the centuries she had grown accustomed to in olde world surroundings and, having started to quite like this way of living, contemplated much on the idea of the Snowglobe of tradition. After some repayments are made, Ranlyddia ran a contest, and made judgements on the singing voices displayed in Cragly. Taylor, who won, was to be taught the Dragonsong Divine – the Heart of Dragon Music in this world. Sitting with Ranlyddia on the snowy upper peaks of the Cradeltop Ranges, Taylor lifts her voice to the Sound of Music and gradually learns and sings the Dragonsong Divine with Ranlyddia's assistance. And as she sings she feels the life of countless Dragons alive in her and, with that knowledge, knowing the strength and power of tradition, fashions her snowglobe. And Cragly is happy, and finds its peace in life, and Daniel and Anakin carry on with their journey.
Dragonsong Divine 2
“The Dragons sings, the song divine. It reverberates through all of time. It echoes past glorious things. Of war with beasts and fallen Kings. It sings of love most passionate. It sings of fear and death and hate. It sings of feasting merriment. It sings divine and even hell bent. The Dragonsong is now in you. Our chosen vessel, Ice Queen true. Carry the song and hold it dear. And Dragon Strength will be Ever Near.” Ranylyddia finished the poem for Taylor on the heights of Cradletop, and Taylor Smiled. 'I need a warmer coat. And it is starting to get ragged,' Taylor told the dragon. The Dragon was impervious to cold for the most part, but felt icy bits at time. Its scales were thick and protected well. Taylor had been learning Dragonsongs, and Jacindrel had come of age and was joining her from time to time, dressed in blue and white. She had a good voice too. She was not with them today, down serving in the Tavern in her duties, but she would be present soon enough, flying on the dragon's back up to the heights of the Cradletop's. 'I have journeyed with Daniel and Anakin in these worlds a while now,' said Taylor. 'And I have known Daniel Daly since practically the beginning of time. When the worlds were young.' 'Ancient Love is a grand thing,' replied the Dragon. 'I will have my own Dragonsong. And it will be weaved into a Snowglobe as cold as this mountain. So cold it will be frozen in time forever, and never change its message. Tradition. That will be its heart,' said Taylor. 'Let us go,' said the Dragon. And Taylor was returned to Cragly Hamlet, and shared her days story with Daniel, and spent the evening in the tavern, singing a little, serving, and looking over the community which presently was her family. And she looked at Jacindrel, the child they had raised together to be part of this community. Her Dragonsong would be in Jacindrel, and what would Daniel want with his seed for Dragonsong Divine? Time would tell.
The Stargazers Dominion
Stargazers. A universally multicultural phenomenon. There were countless souls who studied the heavenly stars of the planetary bodies which filled the spiritually unified universe. And in Kalphora in the Olde World Daniel Daly with his wife Taylor Swift and their compatriots Anakin and Natalie had moved on to the Kalphoran Stargazers Dominion. But it was for purist olde world technologists only – the observation and mapping of the stars. There were astrological beliefs in this dominion, that Yahweh himself had shaped out the stars to help guide and chart destiny. It was deeply set. It was all part of the grand design of the grand architect. Everything was written in the stars. Daniel did not quite see it that way, nor did Anakin, but Stars and in particular Starglobes were again a primary concern in their settling of this new olde world dominion. Theodora Archimedes, a Greek beauty, was the chief administrator of this dominion. She was skilled in ancient Greek literature and art, and was a polished presentation of the classical style. She was equally as beautiful as her intellect and admired and desired by many, yet none, it seem, could claim her heart. She was powerful and dreadful and while full of charm had a biting tongue. She like the dominion to function as the dominion should function. It was olde world society of a main pastime for its citizens, and nobody expected there anything much else. There were dramas done in amphitheatres of classical plays invoking the celestial bodies, and it was a society given to oh so much poetry and drama that they reeked of it. It could certainly be offputting to some Taylor imagined to Daniel on more than one occasion, but she tolerated it well enough, despite its quaintness and dogmatic tone. Daniel found it all very amusing and had bought a number of Starglobes which showed the perspective of the heavenlies from this dominions perspective. And as for Anakin, well, he was much in his element. It was quite an idyllic world really. And in all this, finding exactly where McDaramond potentially hid his Starglobe and what purpose it served could be quite a challenge. Daniel had decided to forego seed in this particular fantasy world. While he like it well enough, and it was not an unknowable entity he could not fathom, both he and Taylor now had several children together and while progeny was always a blessing it was not the only point of life nor the only point they had in this learning experience they were undertaking. Besides, it smelled a bit. Quite olde world stylings from BCE practically at times, and the people were not always the most regular of bodywashers with an abundance of quite disshevelled individuals here and there belying the ancient garbs and way of life from earlier civilizations. But it was not boring, and they settled down in a village called 'Questmore', which invited much speculation about its founding, and got on with their usual activities in these fantasy worlds, mainly relying on their standard incomes being converted into the currency of the dominion. It was idyllic, classical, a little smelly, but home for the time being. And life meandered on yet again.
The Stargazers Dominion 2
Aganemnon Kanani was a fierce and proud Stargazer. He was brave and bold, smoked a pipe, hung a sword and shield on his abode wall, and collected battle armour covered in stars and planets. He would fight the aliens in his cosplay battles. The Green Martians. They were merely warriors of his army, painted in green wode, and would fight poorly, always granting Aganemnon and his brave warriors the victory. After several hundred such gatherings, with the inevitable feasting following, Taylor was starting to chuckle. 'Boy he smells bad,' she said to Lucas Skywalker, Natalie and Anakins new son. 'Nearly as bad as the cleaners in Frostfire Industries,' replied Lucas. Frostfire Industries was a company Daniel and Anakin had built in the Dominion in the last century, and were marketing the Starglobes designed to the greater society of Kalphora. Daniel and Taylor would have no children in this world, but Lucas had been born, and much of Daniel and Anakin's purposes were settled in having Lucas ultimately head up Frostfire Industries to leave a permanent company in one of the primary trades of the dominion. 'Oh, they smell really bad,' said Taylor, and winked at Lucas. 'He'd had a crush on her since her teen years, and he delighted in her singing her strange worldly songs to him, which his mother explained made sense in the larger more modern community to which Lucas had yet to be exposed. 'It's Wonder. The sixth Starglobe is Wonder. I can tell,' said Lucas. 'They have many theories but that's a good one,' replied Taylor. 'And your right. Aganemnon knows more about it than I can sweet talk out of him.' 'He daren't reveal anything to a woman. He's too proud for that.' 'Don't I know it,' replied Taylor. 'But why must you know?' queried Lucas. 'It seems practically an imperative of yours to uncover this mystery. As if you must make a response of your own.' Taylor looked at Lucas. She looked up at the stars. 'Very funny,' she said softly. 'It's a good feast,' said Lucas. 'Typical of this barbarian,' said Taylor. 'And I have noticed your eye on Aganemnon's daughter.' Lucas blushed. 'That obvious is it?' 'I'm old,' replied Taylor. 'Not much gets past me anymore.' Lucas grinned. Taylor shoved him. 'Go dance with your damn maiden,' she said, and Lucas smiled, and walked off, turning and giving her a wink. And that was much the life in this dominion, with the Starglobe quite nearly unearthed by Daniel and Anakin's probing questions, a soon enough completed assignment in actuality, before on to what would be the apparent final place of curiousity.
Keltoi Metropolis
After securing the Starglobe of Wonder, and shaping up a growing community of Stargazer Dominion Frostfire Industries adherents, who Anakin and Daniel had trained long and hard to be devotees to the business empire of making Starglobes for the prior world with the Frostfire elemental designs, which Anakin's newborn son to Natalie, Lucas, would pursue to time indefinite, they finally ventured forth to the Northlands of the Stargazer Dominion to the Independent Republic of the Keltoi Metropolis, an unending urban city of quadrillions so far of Keltoi, the Greek word for Celts, to pursue what Daniel had declared would be his final part of his mission and, upon finding the final Starglobe they felt was inevitably present, fashion out the members of the Kalphora Quest to put all the pieces together and solve old man McDaramond's damn mystery. Chieftain Attractix ran the southern Citadel, the founding Citadel, while General Fergus ran the Eastern Citadel and King Beltoran ruled the Western Citadel. There was no northern citadel, as expansion from the overseer of Kalphora's prayer, the Seraphim Saruviel, were primarily directed at continually expanding northwards by the requests of the druids to the Lord God and while the Citadel of the South never changed its location, as the north continued to expand, the breadth of the realm grew on occasion and new eastern and western citadels were subsequently built, yet each usually in the design as per tradition. It was not a complex system when understood, and Daniel, a Daly, felt much in common with these people. In truth, it was not just Metropolis. There were woodland reserves in the vast world, and places were mines did their work, but mainly a sprawling Metropolitan life was the order of the day, such had been the impetus in its fashioning, and nobody really complained that much. It was primitive in some ways, but there was some electricity and modernity, mainly for the Internet to communicate with the Universe which, as mainly a city, and with need of some raw resources at times, they needed to import, and interacted with other places in Kalphora because of it. Daniel liked it. Anakin liked it. Taylor was happy, and soon saw to the task of sniffing around Daniel and Anakin's inquiries into the history of Keltoi Metropolis, as she knew they were hunting out quaint clerical orders in search of their final starglobe, and she would have its mystery for her final dramatic response. Yet this was not to happen so easily it would seem. Daniel and Anakin had drawn together characters from their past centuries wanderings in these fantasy worlds, and seemed to have some grand purpose or plan in the ultimate revelation of the mystery of the Starglobes. But what that was Taylor, as of yet, had no firm idea. So, yet again, they got on with the job of cultural integration their traditional duties and usually tavern work again, and the group settled down to enjoy Kalphora Olde World lifestyle, happy with the near completion of their long sojourn.
Keltoi Metropolis 2
Anakin and Daniel find the last Starglobe, quite naturally, and bring all 7 Starglobes together. What is interesting is that the sum is greater than the individual parts in a lot of ways, and when the Animistic Energy is all humming along with all 7 Starglobes in a room of Anakin's Abode in the Keltoi Metropolis, it becomes apparent that they are both united, and serve their own purposes, but it is subtle and light that it all mocks life and its funny bits with dark side sarcasm. Especially with all 7 Starglobe presents. McDaramond has a network in place when, each Starglobe in its natural home, builds a network which serves purposes of liberty somewhat, law somewhat, adventure somewhat and competition. It seems to focus its energy on ongoing growth, but it does not appear to favour one particular dominion, yet indeed each must compete and serve to see which emerges more triumphant as time passes by. Hayden pointed out quickly enough to Daniel that McDaramond is serving a soft Sith Agenda from his Star Wars cultural experiences, and it's done, as they have noticed, with a little bit of mockery and a soft chuckle. 'It looks like he was a bit amused with this project and wanted to have a bit of fun,' commented Daniel one day. 'The knowledge has been crafted into these Starglobes and the prayers are quite strong in the energy ultimatley going into them,' replied Anakin. 'How animistic energy is grown,' said Daniel. It was all very amusing, and in time they found they needed to gather a group of people from their journeys in the Animistic world, the formation of the Kalphora Quest, which seemed to be the natural energy of Adventure and Glory in the Starglobes, which seemed to focus the questing party on learning about places and people of influence in the fantasy worls and, the more they took it seriously, the more glory in time would come. 'Like a lot of life in general,' said Daniel. 'Agreed,' replied Anakin. This knowledge was gradually shared with Taylor and she said. 'Right. Well I'll have a say on that,' proceeding to ensure her snowglobe 7 was filled with humility to keep the pride of glory in check. And concluding their works and studies, Daniel did the major memoir of his time in the fantasy worlds and, Taylor in tow, drifted back to more central discs of the realm of eternity and on with his regular life.
PART 7
KALPHORA TALES 2
Moonglow 2
The old man had been in Kalphora, talking shop, doing his business. Rihanna had been by his side and then, one afternoon, he looked at her. 'Babe. I'll be gone a while.'
'Where you off too Wolfgang?' she asked him.
'I don't know,' he replied.
'Oh,' she said.
He walked out the door, no wallet with him, and hit the streets. He drifted south, out of Kalphona City. A few days later it was evening, and he was hungry. He'd drunk water from streams, but was in a wild area south of Kalphona City with not much traffic. It was wilderness. He found a river, and wandered down to it for a drink. Man was he hungry. He spotted some wild blackberries and thanked his spirit and ate them for a while, and sat down on the river shore.
'YOU REALIZE YOU NEED FOOD.'
'I, uh. I guess,' said Wolfgang.
'OMNIPRESENT BEINGS HAVE NO SUCH NEED. MORTALS DO.'
'Oh,' said Wolfgang. He lay down on the sand. 'Thought I was your theophany.'
'AN EXPRESSION OF SOME ELEMENTS OF WHAT I WANT TO ACHIEVE IN THE WORLD. A FATHER FIGURE FOR THE ANGELS. SOMETHING TANGIBLE.'
'But I'm not really you,' said Wolfgang. Silence responded. He looked up at the moon. It was full. He looked at the water. It showed the Moonglow.
'GO HOME NOW.'
Wolfgang lay there. He'd been through a long march. He was tired. But he got to his feet, and worked his way north. A few days later her walked back in.
'You're back,' said Rihanna. 'Do what you needed to do?'
'I think so,' replied Wolfgang. He looked at his woman. Another thing he needed to. Company. He was starting to now get more of an impression of who he exactly was. And who he was not.
The End
Brunch with the Power Women of Zaphona City 2
'For Allah's Glory,' said Mishael.
'Oh, shove Allah up your butt,' said Layelliel.
'Blasphemer,' said Mishael.
Kimborel handled the black veil.
'The design is perfect,' said Mishael.
'It's essentially plastic,' said Cindradel.
'Kalphoran's are quite a plastic people,' replied Mishael. 'Saruviel, you know. Technical societies. Running on throwaway and disposable things a lot. Modernity all the way through. This combination of realities is what Kalphora will accept. It's gonna last for ages, and they don't mind long-lasting. But its plastic modern style will make them think they are cool and hip and happening. Half of Saruviel's problem. Think's he's the man. The absolute. Watches Star Trek the Next Generation religiously from what I've been told.'
Cindradel smirked. 'Yeh. Yeh, that is it about Saruviel isn't it. Really, he's the drama king, and likes to think he is the ultimate.'
'It boils down to him thinking he is the coolest,' said Mishael. 'It's not really a problem, but dealing with his world, gotta think like they think. Market appropriately.'
'Are we going to lend our names to this then?' Layelliel asked the Power Women of Zaphona City. They were at a cafe in Kalphona City talking shop on Mishael's latest product. He'd persuaded them to give them a hearing and said that Power Women support would help sell the product in Kalphora.
'Sure,' said Cindradel. 'If there's a market for it in the end and its genuinely what people want, no problems.'
'It's a good idea,' said Kimborel, touching Mishael's hand.
'Thanks,' he said, smiling in response.
'How about a white stripe with Angel Power written on it and a red stripe with Woman Power written on it,' suggested Layelliel.
'Why is that?' asked Mishael.
'Market to the dominance. The Angel dominance individuals and the Human dominance individual's. Play on their pride a little,' replied Layelliel.
'That could work,' said Cindradel.
'I guess,' replied Mishael. 'Not really a problem. We can have those in the range.'
'Sounds good then,' said Layelliel. 'I'm in.'
'Shouldn't be a problem, Mishy,' said Cindradel.
'Of course,' replied Kimborel.
Mishael looked at Kimborel and smiled. It was a nice smile, thought Kimborel. It was a nice smile.
The End
The Glory of Zaphon 2
'You are the glory of Zaphon, Cindradel,' said Saruviel.
'Take your shot,' said Cindradel.
Saruviel smiled, and waggled his butt, lining up and swinging his golf club. The ball went careening down the green. They were at the Kalphona City Golf Club, talking shop.
'I could be good at golf,' said Zakiel, smoking a joint.
'You sure you should smoke that in this district?' queried Saruviel. 'Severe questions.'
'It ain't illegal is it?' asked Zakiel.
'Not technically,' said Saruviel. 'But still.'
'It's an improvement at least,' said Cindradel. 'God Almighty it took long enough to get him off heroin. The marijuana is at least tolerable.'
'The Seraphim's biggest loser,' replied Saruviel, and chuckled.
'Hey, I got a job. Investments too,' said Zakiel.
'Whatever,' replied Saruviel.
'My turn,' said Cindradel. She took aim, swung, and the ball flew up and far. Not as far as Saruviel's but far enough.
'I'll drive the buggie this time,' said Zakiel.
'Like he's a five year old,' said Saruviel.
'Forgive him,' smiled Cindradel.
Zakiel drove them down the green in the golf buggie, Saruviel and Cindradel in the back seat.
'How you finding the new overseer? What's his name?' asked Saruviel.
'Michael the Archangel. Seraphim of Eternity,' replied Cindradel.
'Think I've heard of him. Vaguely,' said Saruviel. He grinned at Cindradel.
'Michael is enjoying a grace period from Daniel,' said Cindradel. 'He's promised an improved attitude for a few millennia in the job. Daniel has not objected too much. He comes in though. Mocks Michael. Tell him to get a life. Same old rivalry.'
'Funny,' said Saruviel. 'Some things never change.'
'But he's heading back to Zionistya once he's done a few things. He studies his foundational policies as overseer a bit. And spends some time up on the tower. Flying around a bit.'
Saruviel looked at Cindradel. 'He still flys?'
'Yeh. Don't you?' replied Cindradel.
'The wings lay dormant,' said Saruviel. 'They have sort of disappeared, but they can come out if I really will it. Just not my style much anymore. You hardly ever see it anymore. Except in the younglings.'
'Fad we grow out of,' said Cindradel.
'More like humans,' said Zakiel. 'We're more like them now. The old angel mentality was fun for a while, but we like business and doing things. Not angels so much like we used to be.'
Saruviel thought that over. 'I suppose that might be true.'
'Yeh,' replied Zakiel.
They reached the balls, and got out of the buggy. 'Tell Michael I might drop around. Lunch or something. Brunch even.'
'I'll do that,' replied Cindradel.
'See what the old fart is up to these days,' said Saruviel. He looked at his ball and the green up ahead. 'Wish me luck,' he said, and took his shot. It rolled into the hole.
'Lucky bastard,' said Zakiel.
Saruviel just grinned.
The End
Gentlemanly Conversation 2
'I'll have the Earl Grey, love,' said Jim Castle.
'And you Talzudiel?' asked Mrs Castle.
'Earl Grey will be fine,' said Talzudiel. Mrs Castle disappeared, off to the kitchen. Jim sat back in his chair and looked at Talzudiel. 'Long time no see, Talzudiel.'
'You could say that,' replied Talzudiel. 'But Winoniel is back in her house next door again, catching up on some old friends for a while. Thought I'd drop around.' Talzudiel looked at the wallpaper. 'Do you ever change that wallpaper?' he asked Jim.
'It's Eternya structure. Like the house in general,' said Jim.
'You've never moved?' asked Talzudiel.
Jim shook his head.
'That's patience,' said Talzudiel.
'Oh, we've restructured though. Believe me we've restructured,' said Jim.
'Looks the same to me,' said Talzudiel, now curious.
'Come with me,' said Jim, standing. 'We'll be right back love,' he yelled to his wife. 'This way Talzudiel.' Jim led the way to the hallway.
'That's new,' said Talzudiel.
'It's an elevator,' said Jim. He pushed the button and the door opened. 'After you,' said Jim. They both went inside. Talzudiel looked at the buttons.
'142 levels,' said Talzudiel. 'All downwards.'
'In a few millennia we are adding in number 143. But for the time being we are satisfied. I'll show you sublevel 1.' He pushed the button and they went down a level. The door opened. They went in.
'My word,' said Talzudiel. 'Books. Thousands of books.'
'Sort of what we started with,' said Jim. 'But each sublevel has its own treasures.'
'And You'll never leave?' asked Talzudiel.
'Don't really think it quite necessary,' said Jim. 'We're settled.'
'I see,' said Talzudiel. 'Fascinating.' They returned upstairs, and Mrs Castle came in with the tea. 'Still retired somewhat?'
'I still do the local rag a few times each year. They recycle the news stories in terms of knowledge a lot. But people always want current events regardless.'
'How it mostly is everywhere,' said Talzudiel.
'Good to see you, Talzudiel.
'Likewise,' replied Talzudiel.
So Talzudiel caught up with an old friend, reminiscing about days gone by, a little impressed with the stability and patience. Definitely food for thought.
The End
By the Power of the Rainbow 2
Graham and Listra sat on the couch.
'It's your turn to remind them who we are,' said Listra.
'No. It's yours,' said Graham.
Callodyn and Kayella came into the room. 'Right, well that's taken care of,' said Callodyn, rubbing his hands. They were in Paradision at Callodyn's place.
'Graham and Listra. Daly,' said Callodyn.
'Our children,' said Kayella.
Callodyn looked at Kayella. 'Yes. Yes, of course they are.'
'How many children do you bloody have, father?' asked Graham.
Callodyn looked at Graham and his eyes turned over. 'Enough,' he said. 'Weren't you two here not that long ago?'
'He remembers,' remarked Listra. 'Amazing.'
'Your Listra!' exclaimed Callodyn.
'She just said that,' replied Kayella. 'Sit down Listra.' Listra sat. Kayella picked up a brush and started brushing Listra's hair.
'What are you doing?' asked Listra.
'Mothering,' replied Kayella. 'Now shush.'
Callodyn looked at his wife and daughter and looked at Graham. 'Right,' he said. 'Ok. Come on Grahs. By the Power of the Rainbow we have footie cards to talk about.
A little later, Callodyn and Graham were in Callodyn's den, Callodyn reaching for another folder of Bulldogs trading cards.
'I've seen enough,' said Graham.
'No worries,' replied Callodyn.
'It's full is it?' asked Graham.
'What is?' asked Callodyn, sitting down in front of his PC.
'Your memory. Your brain. Your mind. It's full is it?'
'It takes a while for it to process,' replied Callodyn. 'There is a lot in there now. But the more I look at you pictures are emerging.'
'Must happen for everyone, I guess,' said Graham.
'I'm very old, you know,' said Callodyn. 'I don't immediately remember things now. It comes after a while, but it can take time.'
'Even your children?' asked Graham.
'My eldest have the same problem,' said Callodyn.
Graham pulled up a seat next to his father. 'I'm married of course. Quite a few kids.'
'Rings a bell,' said Callodyn.
'It's good to see you dad,' said Graham.
Callodyn put his arm around his son. 'If I dig things up, thing will come in. Oh, I have plenty of files on you I would imagine. Just give me some time.'
'That's fine,' said Graham. And they chatted, and the girls had made dinner, and the Power of the Rainbow had grown its next chapter.
The End
Batman and the Silver Fox Flying High 2
'Batman,' said Cosadriel to Azrael, sitting down in 'Az's Place' in Zaphona City.
'Huh?' replied Azrael.
'Batman. And the Silver Fox,' said Cosadriel.
Azrael gave his mate a funny look. 'That vaguely rings a bell. Flying or something.'
'For the Torah Brigade,' replied Cosadriel.
'Shit. That's right,' said Azrael. 'Hey, I think we still have some official paperwork to lodge on that.'
'Probably,' said Cosadriel. 'Golden Dragon wants us for some manouveres. Time to get some fresh training.'
'Not on your life,' replied Azrael. 'I'm a settled man.'
Cosadriel looked at him. 'I'm finally getting ahead. The flying Scotsman has lost his balls.'
'Bah. Never liked it that much anyway. The motor vehicle is my main thing. I drive that through town and have been working on my skills forever. I know the street corners. Were to turn, to the millimetre mate. I know Zaphona City traffic like the back of my hand.'
'Wuss,' said Cosadriel.
'Bah,' said Azrael. He carried on wiping up glasses, looking at Cosadriel. 'What's he want then?'
'The standard thing. A show to impress and inspire. We've used some of our moves, but there is more in the tank. Time to do a few more.'
'Right,' said Azrael. 'Fine. When's training begin?'
'Next week. I'll pick you up and we'll head to the spaceport.'
'Fine,' said Azrael.
The following week they were at the Spaceport. Oshanel was present.
'The Lovecopter is ready to go,' she said.
'We're not going up in that are we?' bemoaned Azrael.
Cosadriel chuckled. 'Yep. We are. The audience is mostly young children from a girl's school. Don't worry, Oshanel will do all the flying. Just sit in tight, and learn the lingo again. We're there mostly for the show.'
'Right,' replied Azrael. 'Well that's alright then. It seemed just to much of a bother quite frankly. I'm quite settled on my car. I know it well. Like my expertise with it. Don't want to get too confused with other bodily machinations.'
'Probably even sensible,' replied Cosadriel.
And so the Lovecopter took to the skies, and Azrael was a bit bothered. He hadn't flew in a long time, and was a settled soul. But he hacked it, and was even now looking forward to the show.
'The Batman and the Silver Fox fly again,' said Cosadriel when they'd finished for the day. Azrael was quite amused.
The End
Slipstream, Tailwind and Gobbledy Gook's Night Out 2
'Yo, Slipstream,' said Talzudiel, coming into the overseer's office in Zaphon.
Michael gave Talzudiel a puzzled look. 'Oh, yeah,' he said after a moment. 'Our Torah Brigade Ids.'
'You up for a night out?' asked Talzudiel. 'Gobbledy Gook is up for it. I'll pay the bills.'
'Gobbledy Gook,' said Michael, thinking that over. 'That's right, Gabriel's codename. And your Tailfeather.'
'Tailwind,' replied Talzudiel.
'Yeh, that's it,' said Michael. 'Tailwind. Look, I'm busy. Studying.'
'Your old protocols,' said Tailwind, sitting down opposite Michael.
'I like to study them here. They are kept in the desk with the other original policies. They are foundational thinking and I get the buzz I need when I study them here.'
'Read you loud and clear, brother,' replied Talzudiel. 'Look, we all need regular time out. Won't get too rude. It's only Az's place.'
'Fine,' said Michael. He closed his book and looked at the clock. He buzzed Cindradel. 'Cinny. I'll be off a little early today. Back at work early tomorrow, though.'
'No problems,' replied Cindradel.
Michael stood. 'Let's go then,' he said. They went to the Overseer's apartment first, and Michael changed. He told Elenniel they were heading off to Az's place and Elenniel said not to stay out too late. And then they hit the town.
'These clowns,' said Azrael.
Cosadriel looked up.
'Batman and the Silver Fox,' said Talzudiel.
'Word got round, did it?' asked Azrael.
'Valandriel is pushing a few things at the moment because of it,' said Talzudiel. 'A few Torah Brigade flight duties.'
'Funny,' said Michael, sitting down at the bar. 'One beer tonight, Azrael,' said Michael. 'Ginger beer afterwards.'
'Gotcha,' replied Azrael.
Kwintakel came up and touched Michael's shoulder. 'Yes, Kwinny,' said Michael.
'It's good to see some sobriety. And I'm not just talking alcohol. Word's got round about your studies and current attitude. Let go of some of the bullshit, haven't you.'
Michael sipped on his beer. 'Well, yes. I do get convicitions. I always have. Jesus taught me a lesson. I didn't ignore it. Daniel has a problem, but I have noticed when I'm doing my job correctly enough he lightens up a lot.'
'What? You making plans to permanently return to the Realm?' asked Cosadriel, eyebrow raised.
'Not quite,' said Gabriel. 'We have had a long talk on these issues. It's another concern.'
'Mainly about the fact that I am the oldest of the Seraphim. And I have to do the job at times. It's my charge from father. Still applies in most legal senses. Especially in the Seraphim Torah.'
Azrael eyed Michael. 'I won't dispute you on that, Michael. That is our foundation.'
'Right,' said Michael. He turned and looked at the bar. 'Haven't been in a while. You don't change it much do you Azrael.'
'He revolves the look on a number of basic patterns,' said Cosadriel. 'Some core items never change. But certain structures come for a while and then go, but inevitably return.'
Michael looked at Azrael. 'That the policy is it?'
'Aye, firstborn. They need a change occasionally. Women have always known this truth. But the heart years for the old days from time to time, so when the timing is good I return to a standard layout. The customers always comment and usually appreciate it.'
'That's probably wisdom, Azrael,' said Gabriel.
'Well, by the black balls of Bartimaeus, I wasn't born yesterday my young son.'
'Daniel,' said Michael. 'He talks that shit all the time.'
'Recent adventures in Kalphora. In the olde world,' said Cosadriel. 'Came back with a few sayings.'
'That one amuses me,' replied Azrael.
'Heard it a bit,' said Cosadriel.
'No kidding,' replied Michael.
'Come on,' said Talzudiel. 'We'll get a table.'
'So Slipstream, Tailwind and Gobbledy Gook enjoyed another night out, and while Azrael made good on Michael's particular request, Talzudiel enjoyed himself and went home a tad more than slightly inebriated.
The End
Hotshit 2
The manouvere was smooth as silk. General Daly observed Hotshit in the battle. He ducked. He weaved. He avoided blunders. He got the enemy. He was Hotshit. The enemy crashed into the ground time and time again. Soon enough the battle was over, and the remaing Colton Federation invaders had departed. Hotshit landed his Star Warrior in a field in the distance. General Daly ordered the driver of the Jeep to get going. They arrived shortly at Hotshit's craft. Ambriel stood there, helmet in hand, sweat on his face.
'Shit. That was tough,' he said.
'Get in,' said General Daly. Hotshit got in the back of the Jeep.
'7 crashed ships. 9 all up, but we'll concentrate on your 7,' said General Daly.
They arrived at the first crash site. Ambriel got out, breathed heavily, and looked over the fallen craft. It was wrecked, and burning. He looked inside. 'He's dead,' he said to General Daly. General Daly nodded. Then, as per the norm, Hotshit dragged the body out and lay it on the ground. He took out a bible, and knelt beside the body. He prayed quietly for a few minutes. Soon he stood and wiped his brow.
'They'll deal with him shortly,' said General Daly. 'We'll go on to the next site.'
In the end they had one survivor. Ambriel argued with him a little, and he was taken away, bruised, but otherwise intact. It had been a hectic couple of hours, and he'd gotten a bit emotional about the deaths. They were in Sheol now. There future beyond that? The usual answers were given. He sat in the jeep as they made the trip slowly back to base.
'It's a dirty job, hotshit,' said General Daly.
'It's our job at times. The oldest have to deal with crap like this,' replied Ambriel.
'Which we do,' said General Daly.
They drove on, the night coming on. Hotshit had been put to the test again. In the real battle scenes it wasn't pleasant. War was never a pleasant affair.
The End
Hotshit Up Shit Creek 2
'Well, you're up shit creek, aren't you,' said Michael to Ambriel, the Hotshit.
'I feel like shit too,' said Ambriel, coming into the overseer's apartment. 'War takes it out of you.'
'Life takes it out of you,' replied Michael. 'I'm recharging these days. Studying Seraphim Torah and my original overseer protocols. I spend time flying around Zaphon Tower. And I talk to God softly at night.'
'He apologizes for some of his bullshit,' said Elenniel.
'We talk about it,' said Michael. 'This life is eternal so never give up as the secret is simple the secret of love.'
'Something like that,' sighed Ambriel, sitting down.
'Would you like some cheesecake?' Elenniel asked Ambriel.
'That'd be fab,' replied Ambriel. Elenniel disappeared off to the kitchen. Michael returned to the folder he was on.
'What's that?' asked Ambriel.
'Dragon's cards. St George Dragon's trading cards. 23rd century Earth ones. Bought a folder's worth last week,' replied Michael.
'It cost him an arm and a leg,' shouted out Elenniel. 'They are going into the archives in a few months.'
'Shit,' said Ambriel. He looked at Michael. 'Archives?'
'Hey. Well. You know. Look, Daniel doesn't have a trademark on personal damn archives, you know,' replied Michael.
Elenniel came in with coffee and cheesecake. 'No, he doesn't,' she replied. 'And we've spent forever listening to his bragging, and have gotten around to a few responses. What's good for the goose...'
'Is good for the gander,' finished Michael. 'So if he thinks he's the richest bastard in eternity. Well, well he might be just that. But I've seen em come and go on the fortune indexes, and while Daniel sits up there constantly, we are slowly making ground these days.'
'Why?' asked Ambriel.
'My young brother. You're not going to allow Daniel to push you around forever, are you?' replied Michael.
'He's responsible enough with his rebukes,' said Ambriel. 'I only listen because I know I should.'
'Be that as it may,' replied Michael. 'I'm an old man. Been around a while, you know. Experience. I respond to things at times. I like to contemplate things. Sometimes an age. But I'm a busy man these days.'
'We both are,' smiled Elenniel. 'And Ariel is not exactly that happy about it. I talk to her. About what we're collecting. Right, she says. Great, she says. That's nice, she says. Jealous as sin.'
Michael chuckled. 'I mean, it's not like Daniel has lost his zing, but the ValDan agenda is getting old. Time to challenge the devil.'
'Funny,' said Ambriel. He looked at his older brother. 'Well, Ok. I'll keep that in mind.'
'You do that, Hotshit. Now let's look at these traders.'
And so Ambriel drank his coffee, ate his cheesecake, and looked over the cards, them dialling up a live match, and enjoying the simpler things in life for once in a while.
The End
The ValDan Agenda
'Right,' said Daniel. 'Time for business.'
'Indeed,' said Valandriel.
''I have a question,' said Sharakondra.
'Shoot,' said Daniel.
'Michael and Elenniel's current spending spree. On hardcore collectible assets,' said Sharakondra.
'That's not a question,' said Daniel.
Sharakondra gave him a look.
'Ok, Ok, I get the point. We've already chatted. It is of no concern. They are that far behind the eightball, it would take Doomsday to get me to bother responding much. But before you say it, it was noted, and we're keeping an ear on the chit chat on the subject.'
'I don't like being bested much. Especially by Elenniel. I'm sort of on the ValDan team forever. Just the way it is now. Don't want Elenniel getting much bragging rights.'
'Right,' said Daniel. He looked at Sharakondra. 'I suppose it be that way.'
'She's loyal to us,' said Valandriel.
'Hey, I shagged you guys a few times. Don't get much more loyal than that,' said Sharakondra.
Daniel grinned softly. 'Yeh. I remember. Don't mention that around Jessica, ok. Hoping she eventually forgets that encounter.'
'I'm not stupid,' said Sharakondra.
'Good to know,' said Daniel. 'Now getting down to business.'
'They're not stupid either,' blurted out Sharakondra.
Daniel looked at her. 'Who's not stupid.'
'Michael. And Elenniel. They're not stupid either. They are even a bit older than us, if you really must know.'
'She's right. They technically are,' said Valandriel.
'I am not stupid. I am perfectly aware of the Seraphim pecking order. Forget about it. They're old farts. Well and truly done,' said Daniel.
'Don't think so,' said Sharakondra. 'I know the trends. They are – ironic.'
'What frikking trends?' asked Daniel, now a little annoyed.
'Buying and selling,' replied Sharakondra.
Valandriel looked at her. 'Is this something we should know?'
'Buying and selling. Of things. Held by people. A whole heck of a lot of old citizens are turning over new leafs these days, and selling off and moving on to greener pastures. Starting again in life. Michael and Elenniel have noted this, and while they are paying top dollar for stuff, believe me they can afford it now,' said Sharakondra.
'Right,' said Daniel, staring at Daniel.
'Shit. Just a sec,' said Sharakondra. She picked up the remote and dialled up a youtube video. Life in the Inner Discs. They watched it. It discussed that in recent ages many citizens had packed up and moved on. And a hell of a lot of them were lightening the load before they moved on. 'See,' said Sharakondra.
Daniel looked at Sharakondra, and looked at Valandriel. 'We have a team which reviews these things from memory.'
'Mustn't have been judged as that critical for us to view just yet,' replied Valandriel.
'Obviously,' said Daniel. He stared at Sharakondra. 'Meeting is dismissed. I have things to do.'
Sharakondra grinned. 'What kind of things?' she asked.
'Never you mind, firstborn cherubim. Never you mind.' But there was a glint in Daniel's eye again, and Sharakondra was ever so pleased.
The End
Zadennuel Strikes Hard
Zadennuel sat in the auction house. His twin Suzandriel was sitting beside him. He pointed.
'Michael. And Elenniel,' replied Suzandriel.
He pointed again.
'Daniel. And Valandriel. Sharakondra too,' replied Suzandriel.
'It's the buzz, again,' said Zadennuel. 'Things are heating up in the Realm of Eternity. A lot of old timers are moving on and a lot of patient souls are taking opportunities.'
'We have enough?' asked Suzandriel.
'We have more than enough. If necessary. But, yes. We have enough,' replied Zadennuel.
'We'll see,' said his twin.
The next item came up for sale. Tim Wonnacot smiled. He had been hired in recent centuries by the Zaphona City Auction House with all the recent fuss. He was the Bargain Hunt TV show host from Ancient Days, and well respected in the industry.
'My friends. We have a lovely item,' said Tim. 'A first printing of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen is one of the most sought after items in creation. It is a classic which defines the classics. Nearly the biggest selling book in the world. So, let us begin.'
'50 Googol,' said Michael.
Silence. The room looked at firstborn.
'Well, I'm spent,' said a man, and stood and left. After a few moments 90% of the room emptied, a few diehards remaining out of curiousity. Tim looked at Michael.
'Now, we are serious, aren't we?' asked Tim.
Michael nodded.
Tim looked at the Auction House head. He nodded for Tim to proceed. The money was – big. Like, very big.
'Right. A decent offer,' said Tim. 'Do I have a reply.'
Daniel was nudged by Sharakondra. 'Don't be a pussy,' she whispered.
'It is a lot,' he said. 'We'll need to sell some companies, probably.'
'Don't be a pussy,' she said.
'Dutch courage,' Daniel whispered to himself. He put his hand up.
'We have a counter offer, Mr Daly.
'75 Googol,' said Daniel.
'150 Googol,' Michael replied immediately.
Sharakondra looked at Michael. He was very calm.
'You can let it go,' she said softly.
'Yeh,' said Daniel. He shook his head.
'Very well,' said Tim. He looked at the room.
'500 Googol,' said Zadennuel. 'Cash transfer. Immediate.'
Silence. Great silence. Then gasps.
Michael stood, stretched his legs, and wandered over to Zadennuel. He eyed him. 'Fine,' he said after a while, and walked out of the room.
'We got that?' whispered Suzandriel.
'It's covered,' replied Zadennuel.
Tim looked around. No comments. 'This way, Mr Marrakesh,' he replied. The transfer went through after a few seconds. The Auction House head came over. He smiled. He picked up the book. 'Your book, Mr Marrakesh.'
'Thank you,' replied Zadennuel. He stood, and left the room.
Daniel looked at Suzandriel. She shrugged, and followed her twin.
'We have competition,' said Valandriel.
'No bloody kidding,' replied Daniel, the 45th Seraphim of the Realm of Eternity.
The End
Flight of the Nighthawk 2
Jerahmeel rode on his bicycle along the airstrip. He was whistling a traditional PNG tune and was in a good mood. He stopped at a certain point and got off the bicycle, taking out his lunch from his knapsack. He ate his chicken salad sandwich, and sipped on his orange juice, and took out his binoculars. He gazed at the Nighthawk sitting there stationery. Nobody around. He finished his sandwich, and walked over to the Nighthawk. It had been eternalized. He looked at the door, took out his skeleton key set, and got in. He went inside. Basic, really. Big, but basic. Did the job. He looked at the control deck. Top speed was good, but less relevant now. The Unified Earth had continued to grow, and the old colonization zeal of competition had come and gone. He thought on the Seraphim Torah. Beyond the days of pride, the secret to our life. He exited the ship, returned to his bicycle, and returned to the nearby town. He got back to his pub room, and sipped on the rest of his orange juice. He took out his notebook and started making a sketch of the Nighthawk. He filled it in well, and put the notebook back in his knapsack. He lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He thought on his twin Muriel. She'd nagged him to deal with this checklist item. It had been on the list of things to do for ages. He'd ticked it off now. He closed his eyes, and slept. The following morning he had bacon and eggs in the dining room of the tavern, and paid for another chicken and salad sandwich. He'd spent the morning checking his camera. He grabbed his bike out the front, and returned to the airstrip up the road, setting down his bike, and approaching the Nighthawk. He took out the camera, and began taking photos. He went inside and did that too. Then he returned to the pub. He rang Sariel.
'Sketch and photo's done,' he said.
'Good,' replied Sariel. 'Well, what's next? Humm.'
'We want to bug the bastards as much as possible,' said Jerahmeel. 'Get right under their skin. I could slash the tyres and photo the result.'
'Do that,' said Sariel. 'Then leave it be.' Jerahmeel did so the following day. He had one last chicken and salad sandwich, sold the bike back to the shop, and got a cab to the spaceport, returning to Zaphora. Chatted with Sariel a few days, and they looked over the pictures.
'Probably a card night. We'll prepared the oneliners well. Beer and chips. Under their skin,' said Sariel.
'Funny,' replied the PNG Seraphim.
The End
Talzudiel's Wisdom 2
'I don't eat curried eggs,' said Winoniel.
'Oh,' replied Kayella.
'No. The smell is too disgusting for Talzudiel's taste in things. It puts him off. I let them go. Won't return to them. Have a more balanced diet now in food choices to result in a healthier smell for the body. I won't use perfume. That's not natural. Food choices develop body chemistry – you are what you eat – and I have been developing sensible food choices for a long time now,' replied Winoniel. 'It's a better result. When I hang around people with poor diets I notice they smell funny. They indulge too much in this or that luxury food item, and the stench is bad. It doesn't work. Taking too much pleasure in food fetishes. Some foods should only be eaten in little amounts and some more. Depends on the food. I don't want to be unhygienic. It's a whole area of study. Believe me it's a relief when people stop mocking you and your culture for the smelly bits. When it all calms down life improves. Best decision I ever made agreeing to Talzudiel's wisdom and getting over my stubborn pride and freedoms. Just because you can doesn't make it wise. Stupid, really. Younglings. I see them all the time. Lacking experience. Lacking wisdom. All making dumb mistakes because they don't take the time to study things out and are eager to exalt their so called rights which they think they just can. Dumb. Sure, you can make your claims. Morons do. I've wised up. Won't go back to the lady I once was like.'
'Talzudiel rarely flirts with me anymore,' said Kayella.
'He's moved on,' said Winoniel. 'Settled with his twin because anyone else is too difficult now to learn a way of knowledge with. Ways of knowledge are challenging to learn now. Great memory stored upstairs. Processing that takes effort. Adapting in a relationship with updates of citizens of new standing is hell. He dislikes new citizens. Always fussy. Always hard to learn to make a new way with. Frustrating life. So he moves on with his knowledge and teaches wisdom of stick with his girl, and life goes on.'
'I mean, I'd suck his dick if he chatted me up,' said Kayella. 'Tried to cop a feel.'
'Funny,' replied Winoniel.
'Yeh, I'd fuck him,' said Kayella. 'Get his dick right up me. Ride the spanish conquistador. Hot stuff from Tallie.'
'Up yours,' replied Winoniel.
'He can get right up mine if he likes,' said Kayella. 'Oh, Talzudiel. Oh, do me. Do me. Such a stud. Oh, you're the wisest Seraphim, Talzudiel. And your twin's company is wisdom unchallengable.'
'Fuck you,' said Winoniel.
'Maybe I'll fuck him,' said Kayella. 'Buy a new strap on. I've got heaps. Get right up his back passage.'
'Disgusting,' replied Winoniel. 'But you probably would.'
'Course,' said Kayella. 'Hey, you too. Make it a menage a trois.'
'How about a pig as well. Real fun,' replied Winoniel.
'Now you're talking sweetheart,' said Kayella. 'I'll get my pornhub account ready. Fun times at Talzudiel's abode.'
Winoniel sighed. 'I miss curried eggs a bit though.'
Kayella smiled. 'Enjoy the ass fucking from Kayella instead.'
'Very funny,' replied Winoniel.
The End
Queriel and Jembryel 2
Kayella examined the passport. Now stamped with 'Nix' on it. Funny, she thought to herself. Winoniel looked at the curried egg sandwiches in the fridge in the Nix Spaceport cafeteria.
'Don't be ridiculous,' said Talzudiel.
'These ones should be fine,' said Winoniel. 'Just this once.'
'Fine,' replied Talzudiel. Kayell bought the same set of sandwiches. They found a seat in the mall of the spaceport and at their lunch.
'Where to first?' Kayella asked Talzudiel.
'We'll swing around to Queriel and Jembryel's place later in the day, but let's check out the museum of ancient Nixian Spacecraft. From the old wars with Hydra. I want to add to my recent collection of pictures of spacecraft and things. Got a great pic of the Nighthawk from Jerahmeel, and want to add in some Nixian stuff to further develop my photo albums on the subject.'
'Men with guns,' said Winoniel.
'I can get a gun,' said Kayella. 'And launch it right up you Talzudiel. My big hot gun. Steaming with hot action. Heat, Tallie. Fired up. Ready to blow its load. Erupt all over you.'
'She's being funny again, Winny,' said Talzudiel. 'Sense of humour the Callophim.'
'Can I see your space rocket, Tallie. Get some photos. Watch it erupt?' asked Kayella.
'Maybe later,' replied Talzudiel. 'Let's make like a beer and head.'
They spent a while in the museum, Talzudiel doing 2 sketches and taking several photographs, while Kayella sat with Winoniel, discussing the statue of the Nixian Spacefighter and the kinds of things they went through in their war with Hydra.
'Let's go,' said Talzudiel. 'I have enough.'
They arrived at Queriel and Jembyrel's place.
'Jarrodyne. All grown up,' said Winoniel.
'Yep,' replied Jarrodyne. 'Come in Angels of Destiny.'
'You've been reading Noahide literature have you?' asked Kayella.
'Just thought it appropriate greetings,' replied the conservative Jarrodyne.
'What do you do?' Talzudiel asked Jarrodyne as they walked down the hallway in Queriel and Jembryel's abode.
'Accountant,' replied Jarrodyne. 'For Woolworths Supermarkets. Work in Nix head office. Boring, but it pays well. My wife works in management at Woolworths. Got a kid involved as well.'
'Really,' replied Talzudiel.
They came into the back kitchen, and Queriel and Jembryel greeted them, and they sat, ate tea and biscuits, and caught up on the past ages worth of news and gossip and things involving the realm of eternity and life on Nix. A pleasant affair all around.
The End
Apocalyptic Revelations 2
'The Saruvim are never going to rise very much,' said Damien. 'Lest you get off that fat golfers butt and do something about it Alexander.'
Saruviel waddled his butt, and took his shot. 'We all have time. An eternal amount, Damien. We must get around to things in time, indeed. I spent time at the Oblivion Tube making plans, and charting out future destiny. Those plans unfold at a rate. When I could be bothered, mostly, but I have an eternity of lovely procrastination to enjoy first. One plan at a time, Saruvim of Infinity.'
'Pathetic,' replied Damien. He took his shot, and the started down the fairway.
'Of course, winning people takes effort. I have noted Satan's primary mission statement is no longer the eradication of the competition, but the perpetual humiliation, mockery and complete torment of those insane enough to challenge his obvious rule. Progress I suppose.'
'Hey, we've come a long way,' replied Damien. 'I don't rape women as much as I used to.'
Saruviel glared at him.
'Only kidding,' replied Damien.
'That's a relief,' said Saruviel.
Under his breath Damien said 'About as much as always, really.'
'What was that?' asked Saruviel.
'Uh, nothing,' replied Damien.
'The Saruvim do not spend their silver dollars all at once,' replied Saruviel. 'The rise is coming gradually. Not trying to upset the world with too much show from Saruviel's bunch. First of all, we are seventh. And you know what that means.'
'Care to enlighten men?' replied Damien.
'It means the Ketravim have a long way to go still before they have organised much about their community at all really. They are procrastinating too. Getting there, Jack Dagger tells me. Working on the sitch. Things take time. Callodyn Stalk. That grows over night. Ketravim? Bloody ages. We'll get there, he tells me. So the Saruvim can spend a few silver dollars, but the glory is a long way off. Ketravim realities are first things first.'
'I understand,' replied Damien. He looked at the ball on the ground. 'Pathetic though, you know. Pathetic.'
'Well we're both pretty pathetic Antichrists, so working on being technically angelic may take some time,' replied Saruviel.
'Satan's biggest gripe with Father,' replied Damien. 'Hardly an endearing lifestyle choice.'
'The wisdom of God,' said Saruviel. 'Your shot.'
Damien sighed, took his shot, and they carried on with their afternoon's golf at Kalphora City Golf Course.
The End
The Saruvim Daredevil's 2
'Jesus Christ,' said God. The theophany of God. You expect me to get along with Jesus Christ. He's a pretend Christ. Nothing official. Complete charade, Saruviel,' said Wolfgang.
'He's a fake,' said Rihanna. 'Pretend saviour. God alone is saviour.'
'THAT'S CORRECT,' said the Almighty.
Saruviel stood there. 'Him again.'
'He hangs around,' replied Wolfgang. 'Anyway, Jesus is a pain in the neck. I should rebuke his Christ claims. Zerubbabel is the true Messiah of Israel. I've examined these recent Danielic claims. They are a sham. Totally pathetic effort at justification of his heresy. Thinks he rules the world with the flow of the spirit of his prayers. I see them, you know. In some towns. Those prayers eagerly doing their work and building his bitch. Pathetic. I'd rebuke it. If I really gave a damn in the end. If I really gave a damn.'
'Jesus? Hah! Second rate Cherubim. Couldn't get his act together if you paid him. Con man. Built his church on lies,' said Rihanna. 'He was never honest to start with. Always delusion. Never the truth. A liar. His teaching. Lies. Never a truth teller. Only convenient things to gain glory. Just like the David schmuck, he hooked into his own people. Complete loser,' said Rihanna.
'Go easy on David,' said Wolfgang softly.
'Oh, really,' said Rihanna. 'Pathetic old man. Always playing favourites. Pathetic.'
'I just don't get along with rivals, Saruviel,' said the old man. 'Now shut up.'
'Finished?' asked Caltek.
'Yeh, finished?' asked Valderann. 'We have a show to put on.'
'Go,' said Wolfgang to the Saruvim Daredevil's. They saluted the crowd and took to their spaceships, beginning the show. Saruviel sat quietly next to Wolfgang in the stadium, watching the Angels Fly. They were impressive.
'Time has moved on,' said the ecumenist. 'Jesus is quite steady now. Matured a lot.'
'I'm far from impressed,' said God.
'It's not like it used to be,' said Saruviel.
'I'm far from impressed,' said God. 'Drop it will you. I tolerate his winging for a church. Sure. Fine. If he insists. Be the bloody saviour if you want lad. But I'm far from impressed. He left his angelic commission right from the start. Egomaniac. Chooses not to serve the plan, but set his own agenda. Just because he can.'
'Pathetic,' said Rihanna. 'He's no servant. He's just in it to be a superstar. No devotion to Torah. Pathetic.'
'You don't like the Gospels?' asked Saruviel.
'Barely read 'em,' replied God.
'I think we have a KJV somewhere at home,' said Rihanna. 'Redundant sort of text for the most part.'
'Charmed,' replied Saruviel.
'Like I said. He's doing what he wants to do with it all. But don't expect my justification or approval, Saruviel the Seraphim. When he gets over it and does God's will, then we can talk. But till then forget about it.'
'I see,' replied Saruviel. 'The way it is then?'
'The way it is,' replied God.
They watched the show.
'I'll see you later,' said Saruviel, and stood. He looked at the old man watching the show. 'Bastard,' he said under his breath, as he walked away and got on with the rest of the day.
The End
The Gang 2
Crystal sat in the flyers club. 'It's lonely here, Raddy,' she said. 'Where's the gang?'
'Life moves on babe. People going their separate ways,' replied Radiel. He had his space corps jacket on.
'You think they'll come back one day?' asked Crystal.
'I could track them down,' replied Radiel. 'But I don't want to. Last man standing rules the gang. Start again with my own kids. Let the dead weight of fidelity die, and move on with the new life.'
'Sounds about right,' replied Crystal.
'Damn straight,' said Radiel, looking around the dusty room. He righted a chair up on his legs. 'It's 3 months now, isn't it?'
'3 months,' said Crystal, touching her belly. 'Little baby boy. I'm sure of it.'
'He'll be in the gang. Answering to me,' said Radiel. 'We'll do it right. Build it to last.'
'You miss them,' said Crystal.
'Life goes on, babe,' replied Radiel. 'Sometimes dreams die. People die. They move on from the spirit of a thing, and are no more. Wherever they are in the universe, if anywhere at all, they're gone. Dreams die. Happens all the time.'
Jendiel walked in the room. She looked at Radiel. 'You're an asshole,' she said, and sat down on the chair Radiel had righted.
'Dead, all dead. In the end, all dead and gone,' said Radiel. 'Pathetic souls with no staying power.'
Varxanel walked in the room. 'This place is a mess,' he said.
'I know,' replied Jendiel. 'Pathetic. He's hardly taken care of it.'
'It's a good thing too,' said Radiel. 'Because they are too pathetic to be loyal. High flyers. Chasing the dollar. Heads full of dreams. No loyalty.'
Caltek walked in the room. 'This place is shit. It is total shit. I mean, complete and utter total shit.'
'I mean, frankly they are better off dead. Quite frankly. The gang was full of useless idiots. They had no style. They had no passion. They had no glory. Sad act the lot of them.'
Valderann walked in the room. 'Did a frikking animal die in here. It stinks. Yo Caltek. Long time no see bro.'
'I mean, if a thought of loyalty ever crossed their minds, fuck. Life would literally fucking end. I mean literally. Literally.'
Trixiel entered. 'This place is better off dead, Radiel. Why the hell did you organise this damn reunion?'
Crystal looked at Trixiel and then looked at Radiel. 'Really? Faithless? Really?'
'I mean, they had no real soul. No fidelity. Schmucks. All of them. Schmucks. Assholes.'
'Did they have any good qualities?' asked Crystal.
'None whatsoever?' replied Radiel.
Jetydosa entered. 'Yo team. Good to see you all. Hey, old times. They live again. Fantastic.'
'I mean, they were a sorry bunch,' said Radiel. 'Truly sorry. Glad to see the back of them really. Really, quite grateful.'
Diagonel graced the scene. 'Fellas, we're back.'
Radiel stared at Crystal, who raised her eyebrow. He looked around. 'Who let all these idiots in?'
They all glared at their fearless leader.
The End
Summation 2
'It's a giant phallus,' said Michael, looking at the statue of the giant penis in a shopping complex in outer Kalphona City.
'The statue is labelled 'Michael's Ego', replied Saruviel. 'It's 6 foot high. On the diametrically opposed other side of the city is a statue of a giant phallus, 8 feet tall, labelled 'Saruviel's Ego'.
'You have a bigger ego,' replied Michael.
'All things considered, appropriate,' replied Saruviel. 'It's a matter of perspective in life. This is Kalphona City. It is where Saruviel the Archangel has pride of place. Schmucky Michael is dissed. Told were to go.'
'The actual penis length is approximately 6 inches,' replied Michael. 'I've heard rumours my adversaries is approximately the same.'
'Vicious lie,' replied Saruviel. '8 Magnificent inches of divine glory. When at full mast.'
'You don't ever get the half mast blues?' asked Michael.
'Classic tune,' replied Saruviel. 'But, nay. I stand at full attention for Krystabel. I'm better than that. I get the blood right up.'
'Indeed,' said Michael. He gazed at the statue. 'That's legal, then. In Kalphona City. A statue of a giant penis.'
'I hardly know,' replied Saruviel. 'I hardly care. I own the mall. I'll do as I damn well please. Make a sub law if I have to.'
'Funny,' replied Michael. 'You know, you could have someone knit up a giant condom. Keep it warm at night.'
'Yes, it does get cold in Kalphona City at times,' replied Saruviel.
'I mean, the cock could freeze. Blue balls and all that,' replied Michael.
'An important consideration,' replied Saruviel. He gazed at the Phallus. 'Nay, I think the beast is man enough to hack it. Both shall brave the cold and stand proud and true. They shall gain legend in time. Eternal legend.'
'The two dicks at war,' said Michael.
'Indeed,' replied Saruviel. He ate another french fry and looked at the statue. 'Indeed.'
The End
PART EIGHT
RAINBOW CAMP
Millennia Fate Daly 2
'Mother, Sabrina is an idiot,' said Millennia Fate Daly to her stepmother Taylor Swift.
'She is young and admires you greatly, Millennia. Do not look down on your half sister so much. She is your family. Be proud of her,' replied Taylor.
'I do not wish to accompany her to Rainbow Camp. I mean, what is the point of Rainbow Camp in Kalphona City. Rather pointless. Lord Saruviel pushes the rise of the Saruvim, and Kalphora are not exactly excited by the Rainbow Covenant. Far too dramatic for such realities.'
'We have a community here,' replied Taylor. '7DF gradually grows here and there. Take care of your sister.'
'Fine,' replied Millennia.
Sabrina Daly came in the room. 'Ready to go,' she said.
'Why are you dressed in a yellow rain jacket?' asked Millennia.
'It might rain,' replied Sabrina.
'It's sunny outside,' said Millennia.
'Druid Superstud forecasted rain,' replied Sabrina.
'And who exactly is Druid Superstud?' asked Millennia.
'He's on Heretics Channel,' said Taylor. 'He's a plush doll dressed like a druid who tries to get in the pants of the female plush dolls on the network. He forecasts the weather each evening. It's mostly mockery.'
Millennia looked at Sabrina. 'It's probably not going to rain little sister.'
'It will,' said Sabrina. 'Druid Superstud said so.'
'He was fibbing,' said Millennia. 'He's a comedian. It's called mockery. Just for fun.'
'I'm not taking off my raincoat,' defied Sabrina.
'She likes it regardless,' said Taylor.
'She's an idiot,' said Millennia. 'Get in the car kid.'
'Rainbow Camp!' shouted little Sabrina with glee.
They drove through the city with Sabrina looking out the window.
'What do they do at this Rainbow Camp, kid?' asked Millennia.
'Stuff,' replied Sabrina. 'Fun stuff. Kid's stuff.'
'Right,' replied Millennia. 'Do they have Barney the dinosaur or something?'
'They have the Rainbow Dragon. If that qualifies,' replied Sabrina.
'Right,' said Millennia, making a right turn. 'The Rainbow Dragon. Brilliant.'
They reached the camp and the girls got out and Millennia clicked her remote to lock the car. They entered the camp, and Sabrina started running up to a group of kids. Millennia watched her. She seemed in her element. She looked at her registry slip and approached a lady on a table.
'Registering Sabrina Daly for the weekend,' she said.
'Daniel's little one,' said the lady.
Millennia handed her the form which was signed by Sabrina's mother.
'She'll be fine with us. You can pick her up on Sunday evening,' said the lady.
'Fine,' replied Millennia. She looked at Sabrina. The kid at a life. Something she could probably use. She got back in the car, started driving home, and looked at the grey clouds rolling in. Thunder suddenly burst, and it started raining.
'Funny,' she said. 'Wise kid.' And she continued her drive home.
The End
BJ
'Hey,' said Millennia to the dude in a 'Boojum' T-Shirt, standing with the kids at the entrance to Rainbow Camp.
'Hello,' he replied. 'You are here for Sabrina of course. She pointed out your car as it approached.'
'Hey sis,' said Sabrina.
'Have a good time?' asked Millennia.
'Brilliant,' said Sabrina.
'Right,' she replied. 'Well, thanks,' she said to the man. 'Why Boojum by the way? Not many into Anima. Dad loves the comic, but Boojum only has a small fanbase worldwide.'
'They are big in Rainbow Camp,' replied the man. 'I'm BJ by the way.'
'Right,' said Millennia. 'Nice to meet you BJ. Let's go kid.'
Sabrina got in the car and Millennia started home.
'Can I get some Anima Comics?' asked Sabrina. 'BJ read some of them to us. I want the first issue.'
'Fine,' replied Millennia. She drove to the centre of Kalphona City and parked in a lot. They walked to Impact Comics and Sabrina wandered off to find her Anima number 1. Millennia looked at the comics. Batman. Superman. Wonder Woman. Usual stuff. Reprint number trillion most likely. Not much new stuff anymore. That disappeared a long time ago. She looked at Sandman. Issue 44 of volume 1. She needed that. She was up to 43 in her collecting, but only read to issue 16. She liked them though. She picked it up and waited at the counter. Sabrina soon appeared with Anima number 1.
'Sleeves and boards?' asked the worker.
'Sure,' replied Millennia. She paid for the comics and they returned to the car.
'BJ says even issues at this printing will eventually have value,' said Sabrina. 'So I'm going to keep mine. Collect all the Anima comics.'
'There's a lot of them sweetie,' said Sabrina.
'BJ says there can never be too many Boojum comics,' replied Sabrina.
'Does he now?' said Millennia.
'Yep,' replied Sabrina. 'So I'm going to collect them all.'
'Lucky you,' replied Millennia. They continued on and got home, Sabrina jumping out with her comic and running inside. Millennia parked the car and looked at the skies. Grey clouds rolling in. She went inside. Sabrina was talking with Taylor excitedly and showing her her new Anima comic. Taylor smiled at Millennia.
'You did your job, big sister,' said Taylor.
Millennia looked at the excited young Sabrina. 'Brilliant,' she said dryly. She went upstairs, put on her Bon Jovi record, and lit up a cigarette. Boojum. Funny she said. But that BJ was cute.
The End
River Ride
'It's a river,' said Sabrina.
'So you'll need a life jacket,' said Taylor.
'2. Just to be safe,' replied Sabrina.
'What colours?' asked Taylor.
'She predictably likes pink and blue,' said Millennia.
'Pink and Blue,' said Sabrina.
'See,' said Millennia.
Taylor typed in pink girls life jacket into the eBay search and bought an appropriate one. She repeated the process for a blue one.
'Ordered,' said Taylor.
'Will they arrive this afternoon?' asked Sabrina.
'Course,' said Millennia. 'And Christmas is at tea time. With the Good Luck Bunny.'
'Don't be sarcastic,' said Taylor.
'Why is the Good Luck Bunny coming at Christmas?' asked Sabrina.
'The elves are on strike,' said Millennia. 'Santa is calling in an old debt with Bunny Boy. Help him get the job done.'
'Do they Christmas regularly?' asked Sabrina.
'Every day can be Christmas. If you are good,' said Millennia.
'I'm good,' said Sabrina.
'But I've been recording your naughty deeds,' said Millennia.
'Don't tell them to Santa. I'll pretend to be good,' said Sabrina. She winked at Millennia. 'He'll never know.'
'Santa sees all and knows all,' said Taylor. 'Whether you have been naughty or nice.'
'You score 75%,' said Millennia.
'So I get 75% of presents?' asked Sabrina.
'50%. Like I said, the Good Luck Bunny is helping him out,' replied Millennia.
'So the rest is in chocolate. BJ likes chocolate,' said Sabrina.
'Him again,' replied Millennia.
A few days later the life jackets arrived.
'This weekend is the camp,' said Sabrina.
'You'll accompany her on the river ride,' said Taylor.
'Will BJ be there?' asked Millennnia.
'I have no idea who will be organizing it,' replied Taylor.
'Yep. BJ will be there,' said Sabrina. 'Why?'
Taylor looked at Millennia. 'Yeh. Why exactly?' she asked, eyebrow raised.
'I want to chat to him. About Boojum,' replied Millennia.
'I read the comic. Didn't understand it much,' said Sabrina. 'But I liked it.'
'Maybe when you get a bit older,' said Millennia.
'I'll wait,' replied Sabrina.
The camp came. They did the river ride. Millennia held BJ's hand down the rough bits. He didn't crack on to her. They got home.
'Druid Superstud is on,' said Sabrina. 'It's 5 O'Clock.'
'Brilliant,' said Sabrina. They sat in the lounge watching the Heretics channel.
'Did you talk to BJ?' asked Taylor.
Millennia didn't reply. She looked at the druid. 'This show is sarcastic,' she said.
'Sabrina likes it. Did you talk to BJ?' she asked her daughter again.
'He's smooth,' she replied. 'Doesn't make a move.'
'Get him going then. They all crack when the woman is right for them.'
'I'll think about it,' replied Millennia.
'Druid is funny,' said Sabrina.
Millennia stared at the show. But was she right for BJ?
The End
Sebastian Corey Daly 2
Madalene Bridges sat with Lucy Smith. They were smoking cigarettes.
'Are you too cool to smoke ciggies?' Maddie Asked Sebastian Corey Daly.
'I'm conservative about such things,' replied Sebastian. 'You two obviously couldn't care less.'
'Witches are free spirits,' said Lucy. 'It's the magic in us.'
'You don't have magic, apparently,' replied Sebastian. 'Just Anima.'
'It gets me by,' replied Lucy. 'Have a smoke, dude.'
'I'd rather not.'
He continued working on his jigsaw puzzle. Madalane stood over the table. 'Sky is a bitch,' she said.
'No kidding, genius,' replied Sebastian.
'I hate sky,' said Lucy. 'It takes forever to frikking figure out the shit.'
'Jigsaws are about patience,' replied Sebastian. 'Life is about patience. Do you have patience Lucy?'
'Some,' she replied. 'It's something I consider. I go at the Lucy Smith rate, usually, though. Patience is great, but sometimes I hook in and get things done. Depends on the mood.'
'Witches could be moody I'd imagine,' replied Sebastian.
'Why do you live with grandpa?' Madalene asked her nephew.
'He's the boss. I get along well with Cyril. Steady conservative hand. Takes a sensible approach to Catholic faith. Not too much junk in his approach. Some catholics obsess about Mary, and they have this weird feeling about them. Cyril has a bit of that, and a bit of Jesus, and a bit of the saints and a bit of God. He seems well rounded and mostly consistent. Balanced. I use that mentality in life. Draw from eclectic sources to balance it out and keep in touch with enough variety that I keep a grip on reality well enough.'
'Right,' said Madalene. 'She puffed on her cigarette. 'I mainly watch Netflix. That stuff does it for me. Real life stuff. That's my drama stories.'
'I ready the Belgariad the the Riftwar Saga every century,' said Lucy. 'That keeps me focused on basic principles.'
'Both sensible enough approaches,' replied Sebastian. He looked at the jigsaw. 'I'm bored,' he said. 'Well, not bored. But I could use a change of pace.'
'Put on the Taylor CD,' said Lucy. 'We'll listen to that.'
Fearless went on, and they sat around, sipping cola, eating chips, smalltalk, and listening to the music.
'When does grandpa get in?' asked Madalene.
'He's at Telecom today. One day a week,' replied Sebastian. 'He spends 2 days with me, the rest with grandma. We spend all Saturday afternoon at the Daly foundation, mostly online, doing our work and plans and things.'
'Pays my bills these days,' replied Madalene. 'Uncle Dan just puts me on the payroll. I think I technically have shares in an an ancient account in one of my houses. I think the money is probably even technically building.'
'Why don't you check it?' asked Sebastian.
'She's saving,' replied Lucy. 'She wants to buy some ancient books. They cost a lot when they come up for auction. Mainly after an early copy of the Hobbit. As early as she can get.'
'Shut up,' replied Madalene.
'Tolkien fan?' asked Sebastian. 'I read him too. From dad's collection.'
'I could imagine,' replied Madalene.
They listened to the music. The CD finished. 'Back to the jigsaw,' said Sebastian.
'I need a smoke,' said Lucy.
'Me too,' replied Madalane.
Sebastian sat down at the table and picked up a piece. 'Now where does this go?' he asked, picking up the cover of the box with the picture on it trying to work out his next piece.
The End
Rainbow Camp
'There's a killer on the loose, kids,' said BJ. 'Don't leave camp.'
'Where is this killer from? Why is he around here?' asked Sebastian.
'Always questions from Corey,' said Millennia. 'Isn't it enough that it's a damn killer. Your stupid logic circuits should kick in. Killer. Evil. Don't ask too many questions. Keep head low. Stay out of trouble.'
'What is the killers racial identity?' asked Sebastian.
'His surname is Fraser,' said BJ.
'Anglo sort of surname,' said Sebastian. 'Interesting.'
'What does Anglo mean?' asked Sabrina.
'The English people,' said Millennia. 'Anglo-Saxons.'
'It could be Irish of course. Or Scottish. Or even Welsh.'
'Does it damn matter?' asked Millennia. 'He's a killer dude.'
'Maybe he's just misunderstood,' said Sebastian.
'Yeh. Sorry for slashing your throat bitch. I had a troubled childhood,' replied Millennia.
BJ chuckled. 'Very funny Milly.'
'I am sure on judgement day Millennia Fate Daly will be talked with by Jehovah. You are sarcastic, he will say. A very bad example, he will say. Biting tongue. Think more of yourself than your actual accomplishments.'
'Bite, shit,' replied Millennia.
'The killer is actually about 20 miles away apparently,' replied BJ. 'We probably don't have much to worry about.'
'I was not concerned,' replied Sebastian.
'Oh. Oh, really?' asked Millennia. 'Conan the Barbarian are we?'
'I computed the probability of a killer concerning himself with the affairs of Rainbow Camp. It seemed unlikely.'
'Well done Brainiac,' replied Millennia. 'You get a brownie point.'
'Rainbow point,' said BJ.
'What?' asked Millenia.
'In Rainbow Camp we call them Rainbow Points,' replied BJ.
'Whatever?' replied Millennia.
'We can save them up. And cash them in,' said Sabrina. 'I have hundreds of Rainbow Points. You get special rights with Rainbow Points. You get to decide camp activities. They cost points.'
'Brilliant,' said Millennia. She looked at BJ. 'Well, how many Rainbow Points do I have?'
'Uh, none. As of yet,' replied BJ.
'Brilliant,' said Millennia. 'Course. Why the hell would Millennia Fate Daly have any Rainbow Points. She's 22 and far too old for Rainbow Camp.'
'Rainbow Camp runs with children and young adults up to the age of 35,' said BJ.
'Cool. I still qualify,' replied Millennia.
'You probably always will. Your IQ will never get much beyond 10,' said Sebastian.
'Bite me dude,' replied Millennia. She looked at the hills beside where they were camped. 'You don't think the killer is watching us do you?' she asked BJ.
'Doubtful,' replied BJ.
'It's illogical for an Anglo-Saxon Killer to bother with Rainbow Camp patrons,' said Sebastian. 'He has too many infidels to worry about. They are the mortal enemy of the Anglo-Saxons.'
'Who are the infidels?' asked Sabrina.
'Russians or something,' replied Millennia.
'Don't leave camp,' said BJ. 'I'll notify the other campers.'
'Brilliant,' said Millennia, watching BJ leave. She looked at Sebastian. 'Idiot,' she said. He poked his tongue at her in reply.
The End
Ruth
Chapter 1
'King David is an idiot,' said Boaz.
'Why is King David an idiot?' replied Ruth.
'He is not the King of Televere. But he acts as if he is. He parades around the Capital, in his limo, wearing his sunglasses, saying 'I'm the king, dude. Dressed in a smooth suit. Thinking he's the bees knees. It's a sad state of affairs, Ruthie.'
'He's enjoying his prestige. It's no big deal,' replied Ruth.
'Televere is a better effort than Israel,' said Boaz, sitting down. 'Israel on New Terra is too arrogant. They pride themselves too much. King Albert keeps Judaism steady in the worlds of Televere. He's a far better example of a man of God. King David is nothing but whore babylon.'
'Be that as it may, our grand-son likes to parade himself. The people like it. It's funny,' replied Ruth.
'It's ridiculous,' said Boaz. 'We are Jehovah's Witnesses. We witness to what God thinks is responsible behaviour for the world. We do not parade ourselves. It's ridiculous for people to think that Yahweh's people are all about show and glitter. We're about responsible and godly lifestyles. To set a good exmple. A priestly nation is not a charlatan.'
'But we're only human people too,' replied Ruth. 'David doesn't pretend to be perfect. Nor Michael.'
'At least David Rothchild is not of the same ilk. Messianic role given to him, but he doesn't quite get up his arse like King David. Mostly settled with sensible decision making. Has genuine convicitions on things. A much better example.'
'I do agree, but people like David's charms. His smooth touch. Celebrities prefer him like that. It's in our best interests.'
Boaz looked at Ruth. 'I see your point. It's not a good one. But I see your point.'
'Have dinner, Boaz. Leave David be. He's just doing his thing.'
Boaz put the newspaper with the photo of King David on the cover down on the table, and sat down. 'I should have words with him.'
'If you think so,' replied Ruth. 'Enjoy your pumpkin soup.'
Boaz ate his soup and looked at the picture of King David. 'Pimpernel,' he said to it. Ruth smiled.
Chapter Two
'I spoke with David, He said he was getting old,' said Boaz. 'His excuse. Torah no longer motivates him.'
'David does what he wants to do,' replied Ruth.
'The fundamental problem,' said Boaz. 'He's not eternal.'
'Probably not,' replied Ruth. 'Too much enjoyment of sin.'
'David Rothchild is mostly settled,' said Boaz.
'Our new David,' said Ruth.
Boaz sat down at the kitchen table. 'I want to bring some of the kids home. For a reassessment,' said Boaz. 'Speak to Obed about Jesse. There's problems with some of Jesse's logic. It doesn't really work out. I want a new branch Obed. The Jesse idea is too faulty. Too much pride. When David slew Goliath he boasted. It was an enemy of the Lord, but he boasted. His head just wasn't were it was at. It was bravado. It just wasn't what it should have been.'
'Agreed,' replied Ruth.
'Obed is fine, but I want a new Grandson. I'll sit down in the basement starting next week. Review the old journal notes. Make an assessment and develop a new chapter. Jesse was too much liberty. It didn't work out.'
'I'll go and spend some time in Clamorton,' said Ruth. 'Leave you alone for a year or so.'
'Fine,' replied Boaz.
Ruth looked at Boaz wrinkled brow. This current thing was weighing heavily on him. He was not impressed with the David idea any more. He wanted a revision. A better son with more tradition about him. Not so free in spirit.
Chapter Three
Ruth sat in the Clamorton Clans. She was knitting. Callodyn and Kelly were sitting with her.
'Some dreams don't work out,' said Ruth.
'So the blessing restructures into a new bloodline,' said Callodyn.
'Jesse is not working out for us. Too much show. Starting again with a new child from Obed. A more traditional approach. We can't claim to represent holiness if we're not holy. We've run with David forever. But it's just not working out. It's just too much trouble.'
'What will happen with scripture?' asked Callodyn.
'We'll start a fresh beginning from the book of Ruth. The Torah, Joshua, Judges, Job and Ruth. We'll let the rest drop. It just didn't work out. The ultimate result is about the same length and the same number of books. But we'll wise up from the mistakes we made. It just wasn't good enough for humanity.'
'Ambriel always was a Seraphim first,' said Callodyn.
'Him the people like. But there is just too many problems with the House of David. Just too much aggravation,' replied Ruth.
'I understand,' said Callodyn.
'The power and the glory went to their head,' said Ruth. 'It's embarrassing to a lot of the older community. It misrepresents a lot of what we're all about. It just didn't work.'
'So he's soulsearching?' queried Kelly.
'Working on new notes,' said Ruth. 'Addressing the concerns he has.'
'Then all is well,' said Kelly.
'All is well,' replied Ruth.
Chapter Four
'The work is done. Obed's new son will be called Damien. We are addressing the tradition of the Omen and the stupid Antichrist idiocy. Citizens called Damien have often had a tough time from morons with accusations of being the beast. The Antichrist theology itself in the Book of Daniel and Revelation has messed up that many lives. Innocent people suffering accusations from fundamentalists pumped up on self righteousness. It's been a terrible result for the Torah community and mankind. We won't make those mistakes a second time.'
'Very wise,' replied Ruth. 'It should work wonders. Of that I am sure.'
'Won't have that bad news a second time,' said Boaz.
'Amen,' replied Ruth.
The End
Dickhead
'Hey, dickhead,' said Satan the Devil to the Theophany of God. 'I mean, can pathetic be more emphasized. Can the qualities of gutless, pathetic wannabe be more emphasized.'
'Shaddup,' said God.
'Jesus. I remember. Jesus. He was God. The Son of God himself. The Almighty saviour in flesh. Coming to save mankind itself. Dies on Calvary. The ultimate man. The new Adam. To vanquish the great old grand dragon. And I shit myself at times too. But, oh, no. He wasn't. Ok then. King David. Man after your own heart. Slayer of giants. Bedder or harlots. The bees fucking knees of Israefuckingel. But, what? Cancelled. The old fart Boaz reviews his notes, wises up, says scratch that shit, and we'll start again. Pathetic. You can't stick with it, huh? Pathetic. If this is the competition, sad dude.'
'Shaddup. I had little to do with the decision.'
Satan just shook his head.
'Let's play golf, buddy,' said God. 'Get in a quick 9 holes.'
'Sure. Whatever,' said the Devil. 'Let's play golf. Good luck with the new plans. I'll await them with eager anticipation. Old man.'
'You do that,' replied the Theophany of God. 'You do that.'
The End
Rainbow Camp 2
'They never did find that killer,' said BJ. The Daly kids were again at Rainbow Camp. They went often on the weekend.
'Was there really a killer?' asked Millennia. 'I didn't find anything about him in the news.'
'Would I lie to you babe?' asked BJ.
'I'll bet,' replied Millennia.
'No there wasn't a frikking killer. We tease some of the campers at times. Spooky stories to excite them up a little bit. I mean that's life. Sometimes it needs exciting bits. A bit of fear, a bit of a rush, a bit of adrenaline. We have a policy, well detailed, on such things in Rainbow Camp. We fill in campers later on. Have a bit of a chuckle about it.'
'I hardly believed there was an actual killer,' said Sebastian.
'Why is that?' asked BJ.
'I read the policy statements of Rainbow Camp beforehand. Father has access to such things. He's on the board after all.'
'You should have told us,' said Sabrina. 'I was a little bit scared.'
'It's the darn policy,' said Sebastian. 'We can't go against the policy can we. That would not be conformity to the rules.'
'So we had a thrill and a chill, but no real harm,' said Millennia.
'Something like that,' replied BJ. 'Oh, there is though an issue. We're out of food. We might starve. The food van was failed to be packed this morning.'
'That could be an issue,' said Sebastian.
'We'll starve,' said Sabrina.
'Are we really out of food?' Millennia asked BJ.
'Scouts honour,' replied BJ, giving her a salute.
'Right,' said Millennia.
That night, around the campfire, as they ate fried chicken, Millennia said, 'Pity we ran out of food.'
'Yep,' replied BJ.
'I mean, what we gonna do. Hunt for wildberries or something.'
'Yep,' replied BJ.
'Lucky you had a backup van,' said Millennia.
'Found it at the last minute,' said BJ. 'Real close thing. Wasn't sure the driver was scheduled on this week.'
'Course,' said Millennia. 'Back up van. Good thinking.'
'Course,' said BJ.
They ate their fried chicken. The mood was good.
The End
The ValDan Agenda
'Right, competition,' said Valandriel. 'What are we going to do about the competition?'
'Business as usual,' replied Daniel.
'Why?' asked Valandriel.
'Well, our gameplan is a sound gameplan,' said Daniel. 'We're not really out to get anyone. It's a standard prosperity growth model. We have about the right percentage of charitable and altruistic concerns. We're compliant with inter-universal legal requirements. We're following the Seraphim Torah carefully enough. It all checks out reasonably well enough kemosabe. Our corporations are pretty happy with their employment conditions, we have a happy and exciting atmosphere, we're not a boring organisation. All things considered we hit the nail on the head. We don't really have problems with pride. The competition? They do. They are full of hangups and fuckups. Most of them have idiosyncracies which are just nuts. We've won the fight for the most part. They like to threaten that they'll gun us down, but it's all talk. They never really do. For them it's a competition. They act is if they have some goddamn right to say and do what they want and put people in their place. They are fuckwits, Valandriel. Fuckwits. We researched this from the start bro. We got it right from the start. The others brag, but they only fuck with people in the end, pushing them around, trying to tell them what to do. They are all little hitlers, Valley Boy. Little Hitlers. Dictators. People in Rebellion. They haven't been servants of God to start with. They haven't got a clue. All talk, no action. Pride, mate. Pride.'
Valandriel sat looking down at the desk. He looked up. 'Pretty much, bro. Pretty much.'
The End
Rainbow Camp 3
'This is Rainbow Camp,' said BJ. 'And we have activities.'
'What are the activities?' asked Millennia.
'You choose them based on Rainbow Points,' replied BJ.
'How do you get Rainbow Points?' asked Millennia.
'Here's the list of things you can do to get Rainbow Points,' said BJ.
Millennia looked at the list. 'Clean up the camp?'
'Of course,' replied BJ.
'Wash the dishes?' said Millennia.
'Of course indeed,' replied BJ.
'Look for camp hazards in the activities undertaken,' said Millennia.
'And that's the list,' said BJ. 'How you earn Rainbow Points.'
'You don't have any more ideas?' asked Millennia.
'We don't need any more ideas. We're just teaching a basic cleanup mentality. Nothing much more than that.'
'Why is that?' asked Millennia.
'To keep Rainbow Camp clean enough,' said BJ. 'So that it doesn't stink and looks tidy enough.'
'What about positivity works?' asked Millennia.
'Your moral crusading is fab,' said BJ. 'By all means be a saint. Not an issue. We have a camp code on acceptable behaviours. They are mandated. Rainbow Points come from campers volunteering for non-obligatory tasks we like to relax on if we can.'
'I see,' said Millennia. 'Fascinating.'
'I pick up rubbish,' said Sabrina. 'Put it in a bag. I go around the campsites picking up all the rubbish. I get good points.'
'So she decides activities, does she?' asked Millennia.
'Some,' replied BJ.
'What have you chosen?' asked Millennia.
'Boojum stories,' replied Sabrina.
'Predictable,' said Millenia.
'I like Boojum too,' said Sebastian. 'Stories tonight BJ?'
'All ready to go,' said the camp leader.
'Funny,' said Millennia. Rainbow Camp. Clean up lessons. Amazing.
The End
BJ 2
'Of course, we can date can't we?' Millennia asked BJ at another Rainbow Camp.
'Against camp policies I'm afraied. No fraternizing with the campers,' replied BJ.
'Hey, I can have a word with daddy. Get you an exemption,' replied Millennia.
'People of power thinking they rule the world,' said BJ. 'That's corruption Milly.'
'I know. Fuck huh?' replied Millennia. 'Go on. Date me dude. We'll go see a flick. The Anima Movie. Could be fun.'
'I'll think about it,' replied BJ. 'But what makes you think I like you? What makes you think I'm even available?'
'You're not gay are you?' asked Millennia.
'No. Don't be stupid,' replied BJ.
'Girlfriend?'
'Not exactly,' replied BJ.
'Well what's the problem then dude?'
'Do you know how old I am?' he asked her.
'Uh, nuh,' she replied.
'Old enough to know, Millennia Fate Daly. Old enough to know,' replied BJ.
'I'm not your type is it?' she asked him.
'Not exactly. Mostly your about right for me, actually,' he said.
'Ok. It's a date then.'
'Like I said. I'll think about it. We can meet outside of camping times. Less of an issue. No fraternizing in camp times, but private lives are not too much of a concern in our policies.'
'How old are you then?' she asked.
'Old enough,' he replied.
'How old exactly?' she asked him.
'I go back a bit,' he replied. A few aeons.'
'Oh,' she said. 'Your ancient.'
'Yeh,' he replied.
'So, no kids then?'
'There might be a few. Here and there,' said BJ.
'Exes?'
'A certain number,' he replied.
'I could imagine,' she replied. 'Well, no matter. I like you dude.'
'And I like you too Millennia.'
'Sweet,' she replied. She looked up at the stars. 'Cold night.'
'Yeh,' said BJ.
The End
Millennia Fate Daly 3
'BJ is actually an ancient dude,' said Millennia to her mother.
'Tough break,' replied Taylor.
'I like him though,' said Millennia.
'Then keep him in mind. But don't rush in. Area for fools to follow,' said Taylor.
'I'll keep that in mind,' said Millennia.
She slept soundly that night. She dreamt of BJ. Suddenly, about 100 winging woman were behind him. Exes. Screeching at him about the new bitch. He gave her a frustrated look. Millennia laughed.
The End
Epilogue
Demoting David. Interesting, thought the Eternal Spirit. David would naturally object. A world of arguments would follow. But Boaz was no longer satisfied with the bloodlines of Jesse. Interesting days ahead.
The End
The End of Rise of the Saruvim 2