The Angels Saga

Chronicles of the Children of Destiny

Volume One

Morning Stars: Decisions

Published by Noahide Books

Official 2025 CE / 6188 SC Production

Morning Stars: Decisions

Chapter One

In the Beginning God Created the Heavens and the Earth. Before the

Beginning God Planned. He planned a lot. Quite a lot. Many aeons of

planning was done. At some point in those contemplations he came into

thoughts about the Boy Scouts, and their motto 'Be Prepared'. That

became a thought. And after a while quite a serious thought. God

himself was impervious. But his planned creations - his living beings

and creatures - they could come into harm. From nature itself and from

each other. And taking care of them - he would have to make sure of that

Boy Scouts motto. Be prepared. This had been part of the design

structure early on in his planning phase. That there were ways of

calling on the Creator to assist with life and its challenges. He'd

developed quite well the ability of Sentient Beings to make Decisions.

Decisions were a fundamental part of it all. They could decide to go for

a walk. They could decide to eat a meal. They could decide to initate a

romantic relationship. All of these were decisions they could make. But

further, they could decide things which could be beneficial. Which could

help other beings. This was a positive to God's thinking. But then,

they could also decide to do harmful things to other beings. And for

beings disaffected by such choices from others and even society itself,

calling on the Creator could be important. Thus for them to be prepared

for what life threw at them was also important. And on that idea he

laboured a long time. To provide a way in the design of it all for

beings to fairly get what they fairly deserved. And that is where the

plan began.

Part One

Innocence

Chapter One

The first thing the angel Daniel could remember was that Michael was a

moron. Really, firstborn was quite the fool. He analyzed him at Zaphon

some times. Michael. Standing there. Being the one. Talking with the

other angels as if he was the pinnacle of what it was all about. There

was something really annoying about the moron. He carried himself in a

way which was really dumb. Like he knew what life was made of and had

the right list of things you should do with it. But, for Daniel, that

list was just a bit - primitive. And the fellow gloried in it, and

Daniel felt it was greatly overexxageration of what life was really

about. It just wasn't Daniel's thinking very much at all. In

Valandriel, his buddy he connected to after hanging with Kantriel for a

while, he found a friend who seemed to have a bit better an understaning

of it all. A bit more of a grip on things which had better value in

them. He certainly didn't disdain what Michael valued. The things

themselves. Just the import he placed on these things to the detriment

of others. His value judgement - Michael's value judgement - it was

terrible. So much based on physical mastery as if that was the central

meaning of life itself. The development of physical, technical and mental

abilities - personal development - as if that was the be all and end all

of one's purpose in life. Really, it was so damn shallow. Such a basic

existence. Valandriel wasn't that dumb. He had a bit of insight. More

was going on with Valandriel's wisdom. Common sense especially. Like he

found in his own thinking, Valandriel did sensible enough things.

Avoided many of the problems the goons ran into, so ever keen to respond

to challenges. First class morons. Daniel didn't object to hearing

challenges. He didn't at all. He didn't mind thinking on them and

considering them. But he really couldn't be bothered in rewsponding to

them terribly much. For starters, he'd worked out a lot of people had

reasons for these challenges. Motivations behind them. And those

motivations, at times, quite frankly, were not necessarily to bring out

the best in those challenges. Often Daniel thought it was actually quite

the opposite. They weren't really as good hearted as they often claimed

to be in Daniel's estimation. In fact, quite diabolical potentially. So

Daniel would hear challenges, listen to them, perhaps think them over,

and think about what the consequences of attempting such challenges would

be. Look before you leap was a lesson he had now gradually learned in

life. Think it though first, kemosabe, he would say to Valandriel.

Think it through first buddy.

'Daniel. Where you headed buddy?'

'The rim, Valley Boy,' replied Daniel, to Valandriel's query.

'Planning things out at the rim. Interesting. Michael and Ambriel

headed off there a little while ago. They went north west I think.

Roughly,' said Valandriel.

'We're going South-East,' replied Daniel.

'Opposite direction. Amusing,' replied Valandriel.

'Let's go,' said Daniel.

The theophany appeared. 'The rim, huh?'

'Yep,' replied Valandriel.

'Time to kill today,' said Father. 'Curious about what you two are

chatting on today.'

'The Infinite Spirit doesn't give you all the details, does he?' asked

Daniel.

The Presence looked at Daniel. 'I suppose I could share that information

with you. If I wanted to. That would be my decision,' said Father.

'I understand. Just curious,' said Daniel. 'Your business. Your life.

That's your prerogative. I like to make my decsions as well. I'm

informed we are free to make a lot of our own decisions. Within reason,

apparently. Within constraint of Seraphim Torah though and life. That

it comply with the general thrust of ideas God wants for us.'

'Something like that,' replied the Theophany.

'Sort of think we should have rights, though. And that God should do

things for us if he's laid it down as official teaching in his name.

Picking and choosing in a whimsical way - pretty pathetic.'

'I like pathetic choices at times,' said the Presence.

'You created Michael. Of course you do,' said Daniel.

'And Urakiba. And Shard. And Jesus. I made 'em all,' said the

Theophany. 'Got a lot of thinking on that too.'

'I suppose you do,' replied Daniel.

'We've analyzed a lot of those plans,' said Valandriel. 'It's

interesting. Coming up soon, isn't it.'

'Gabriel will be informed soon enough,' said the Presence. 'Remember,

you were given details as you contemplate these things without blabbing

it out there too much. You are wise enough to keep it quiet when God

wants you to. He doesn't mind you knowing some things because of it.'

'Michael knows a lot of things, too. Doesn't he. Private stuff,' said

Valandriel.

'That's Michael's business. He's second rate with whatever knowledge he

has, if anything decent,' said Daniel.

'Like to judge firstborn, don't you,' said the The theophany as they

continued walking from Zaphon out towards the rim.

'Are we walking all the way, by the way?' asked Valandriel.

'We're getting supplies at the garden,' said Daniel. 'I have a carry bag

there. We'll have melit water and some fruits and things. Won't take us

forever. A day there, and tomorrow arvo we'll head home.'

'Great,' said Valandriel. 'Well I'm up for it.'

'Marches are good for the soul,' said the Theophany. 'Enjoyment of

nature is of course one of the primary reasons for it all.'

As they walked along they passed a few constructs of the angels. This

was the Realm of Eternity. That is what it was known as.

'It's called Zaphora,' said the Theophany. 'But keep that to

yourselves.'

'What is called Zaphora?' asked Valandriel.

'This place. The Realm. This first disc.'

'Disc?' asked Daniel.

God did not reply.

'Zaphon is the Heart of Eternity. It's Haven,' said God. 'It's in the

centre because of it.'

'There should be a Danielphon,' said Daniel.

'Maybe down the road a little,' replied the Theophany.

'Amusing,' replied Daniel.

'Are there other worlds?' asked Valandriel.

'The Realm of Infinity. Heaven. Home. Earlier things I don't talk

about. They are not too ancient yet, either,' said God.

'And who lives there?' asked Valandriel.

'Others,' said God.

'Others,' said Daniel. 'And when will we interact with these others?'

'Somewhere down the road,' said God.

'Humph. Amusing,' replied Daniel.

'That's life my boy. Full of good humour,' said the Theophany. God

looked at Daniel. 'What do you think of Katchular?'

'I could study it out if I wanted to. I know the basic game. Don't have

much time for it. It's alright, believe me. I see the point in

developing a strategic mind. Probably a worthwhile pursuit.'

'But not your plans, are they?' asked the Theophany.

'No,' said Daniel. 'Glory in Katchulara? Limited. Later on in

eternity, worth the time to really get into. But not now. Maybe one

day, but not now. Other concerns and priorities.'

'That's you two, isn't it?' queried Father. 'You guys make your own

plans. Do your own things. Have your own vision of what life can be?'

'Course,' said Valandriel.

'How could it be any other way?' queried Daniel.

'What about the general plans of God? For the community?' asked Father.

'With dimwit Michael in charge? Getting all the glory? Pass. Life for

morons, that decision. Bland. Boring. Dull Predictable. Trite. Just

not much spice. It's like it's water. Not even ruddy Melit water, it's

that tasteless. No thanks, God. I can have a better and more

interesting life than all the things I see the rest of them go on about.

Just too predictable and bland. It's all pleasnt and nice and lovely and

good. But it leaves a sour taste in my mouth,' said Daniel.

'And you Valandriel? Do you think the same?' asked God.

'Similarly. I don't mind going with the flow of it all, but Daniel has

interesting sparks. I like to assess what he goes on about and think

about it. He's a funny fellow. Got a vivid imagination.'

'Mmm,' said the Theophany. 'I see. Well enjoy that decision, Daniel.

Going against the grain of it all.'

'If you want to say that,' replied Daniel. 'But that grain is plain, and

I can achieve a better result in my own way.'

'So you say,' replied the Theophany.

They carried on walking, and neared the garden.

'Of course, decisions are how the mind operates and proceeds much of the

time,' said Daniel.

'It seems to also have an operating code which produces trained

methodologies,' said Valandriel. 'We learn things and the mind appears

to kick into action without too much thinking on things we have already

learned. Somewhat a flow of things.'

'But for our own lives and thoughts we have had it appears to be our own

generally developed flow,' said Daniel.

'God of course has a general flow,' said the Theophany. 'Good ideas, to.

In the long term plan. That should be kept in consideration.'

'I don't really doubt that at all,' said Daniel. 'That the plan of God

is sensible and achieves the things it should. I like to make my own

plans though. Don't get me wrong. I appreciate AND rely on the plans of

God. I am very grateful for them.'

'We both are,' said Valandriel. 'We like to embellish that plan.'

Daniel gave Valandriel a stark look.

'And what's that supposed to mean?' queried the Theopany, eyebrow raised.

'Competent life travellers can come up with interesting new patterns,'

said Daniel. 'I'm not stupid. In times of trouble I hook right into the

Seraphim Torah. But I need some clever bits and pieces to give the

overall system a bit of mystery.'

'And get ahead,' said God. 'In your private game of Katchulara.'

'Yeh, this dude is not stupid, Danny Boy,' said Valandriel. 'He's onto

us.'

'Wasn't born yesterday,' replied the Father.

'Yeh,' said Daniel, eying the old man. 'He probably wasn't. Clever old

dude.'

'Amusing,' said God.

'Ok. There are plenty of other players in the game. Most generally run

carefully with the flow of things. To please God and stay in his good

books,' said God.

'I could imagine,' replied Daniel.

'But a lof ot them plan carefully, and don't let on about what they are

trying to achieve. Personal goals and dreams of things. They talk to

God about them and ask for them to become a reality,' said God. 'And

because they follow the general flow of what God wants quite well, he

blesses them a lot and helps them with their life and dreams. They get

very good results by sticking with God and his way and vision.'

'Blah blah blah,' replied Daniel. 'Heard it all before.'

'Pretty much,' said Valandriel.

'Not good enough, huh?' queried the Theophany.

'I've asked for lots of things for life,' said Daniel. 'The list goes

on. Haven't gotten any of them hardly.'

'God does what he wants in respect to you requesting things,' replied

Father. 'If you want to do things your way, off you go and enjoy getting

results from your own efforts. See how you go with that attitude.

Pretty slack one quite frankly.'

'Yeh,' replied Daniel. 'No kidding. The way the cookie crumbles then, I

suppose. Have to put up with that then I guess.'

'I guess so,' said the Theophany.

'Fine,' said Daniel. 'I will then.'

'Hard life. Lot of misery. Enjoy,' said God.

'Fair enough,' replied Daniel.

God stopped and looked at them. 'I'm off to see other people. It was

good chatting with you. Have a good day both of you.' And God wandered

off, seemingly back to Zaphon. Daniel and Valandriel stood there,

watching him.

'What do we do?' asked Valandriel.

Daniel looked at the Father, walking away. Leaving him. He turned and

looked ahead. A long march to the rim. Tiring. And a long walk home.

'Come on Valandriel. Our plan hasn't changed.'

Valandriel looked back at God, and looked at Daniel. He looked ahead.

'Fine. If you insist.'

And they carried on with the days adventure.

* * * * *

'Nimorel is attractive,' said Ambriel. They were at the rim, him and

Michael. Later on before they went home.

'Yeh, she is,' said Michael. 'I prefer my twin Elenniel. I think she is

probably right for me.'

'Do you think every twin should be with each other?' Ambriel asked

Michael.

'Not necessarily. I think many work well together. They get along and

like the idea of being a strong team. Others are rivals. But they

usually respect their twins. But I and Elenniel - we're meant to be.

Just works well for me.'

'I and Meludiel? No. Not in the end. I love her more than any other

angel. Very much so. But there's something in my heart that says one

day there will be someone else which will be the love of my life. Can't

explain it.'

'They call it destiny,' said Michael. 'We're the Children of Destiny,

dear Ambriel.'

'Daniel calls it by that title. Records our lives privately. Valandriel

told me so. Calls it all Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. All

part of bigger picture, apparently.'

'Does he now?' replied Michael. 'Daniel, huh? Seems a bit soft. Not

much to go on with that one. Mind of his own as if that is the be all

and end all of life. Probably has some Seraphim Torah devotion, but

intellectualizes it away as a trivial thing. He knows better I would

imagine. He thinks he does.'

'Maybe,' said Ambriel. 'Not sure though. Probably has a logic to his

thinking.'

'That's what I like about you Ambriel. You defend people. Gentle and

kind. Considerate. You're a good example.'

'I try,' said Ambriel. 'Have you seen Nimorel naked?'

Michael sat there, looking out at the rim. The edge of eternity. When

he was younger he had flown off it. Didn't get very far though. 'You

sure you want to go there, Ambriel? Down that line of questioning.

Raphael is your boss, you know. It's his twin. He's a spiritual guy,

and very thoughtful. They don't officially have a thing between them

much. Not yet. But you sure you want to go with that idea?'

'Don't know,' replied Ambriel. 'She's very attractive though.'

'Normal enough to notice,' replied Michael. 'Stick with Meludiel for

your fantasies, brother. You would be better off that way.'

'Probably,' sighed Ambriel.

They sat there, and chatted a little more later, but after a while took

to the skies and headed home. Back to Zaphon. And another night of fine

fellowship.

* * * * *

Kantriel was in a pensive mood. He sat there at Glimmersphon, on the

jetty, staring at Saruviel. Saruviel was looking out at Golden Lake.

Glimmersphon Keep was on the northern shore of Golden Lake, to the west

of Zaphon Keep.

'You won't find your ruddy answers out there,' said Kantriel. 'It's a

ruddy lake, Saruviel. Water. The logic of life is not in contemplating

water. Stop being overly dramatic. It doesn't suit you.' Kantriel

stopped. He thought. 'Well, no. It probably does suit you, but your

just pushing it too much. Leave all this melancholy alone. Let's get

back to the regular thing. You're the adversariel seventh born and we

put the others in their place regularly enough, trumping all their clever

moves and machinations. Let's get back to the plan, brother.'

Saruviel remained silent. He continued staring out at the lake. He was

contemplating. Life. Life and purpose. And meaning. And authority.

And freedom. And choice. And he had the freedom to choose. And to act.

And God made his plans. And he decided the plans he made. So Saruviel

would decide the plans he made as Saruviel. And God served God's best

interests. Course he did. He had a heart for his children. But Michael

was his favourite. Everyone knew that. And he made sure Michael got the

glory. In the end, though. So what. God was the issue. And the agenda

God pushed to suit himself. To make the world like he wanted it to be

made. And he controlled things. And he controlled it all. But the

ability of the Seraphim to make their own decisions? God always wanted

his own way. What kind of life was that? Not much at all. Saruviel

could make a challenge then. Make a break in the pattern. Give the

angels their own dream of their own plans. Cast off the vision of God,

because he was only arguing what he wanted. He acted in God's best

interests. Saruviel wasn't that shallow. He would empower. Initially,

he would take charge. They needed to understand the ideas. He would

teach them. But it was liberty and empowerment. And they could craft

out their own destiny when the properly understood the freedom which was

their right to pursue. And God? Too bad. Sorry father. Got my own

plans. Nice meeting you, but I have other plans. Going to do it my way.

Kantriel looked at Daraqel. 'He's being dramatic on purpose. It's all

deliberate.'

'He's thinking through something,' said Daraqel. 'Workin on an issue.

Trying to understand an idea. Hey, it's been thrills and chills so far.

Let's see where this goes.'

Kantriel shook his head. Ruddy Saruviel. But, hey. Daraqel was

probably right. Could be interesting what was going on in seventhborn's

head. A brand new idea. They'd have to wait and see.

* * * * *

Nimorel was Destiny's Child. This she knew. Since early times, wandering

around the Realm of Eternity, looking at the plants and features of it

all, she could tell she was in touch with all this creation of heavenly

father. It all worked for her. Not just for her. Put it all worked for

her equally as much also. It took care of her too. It fed her soul and

gave her what she needed for life. And it had a destiny for her. This

life currently was the foundation of her destiny. As a child of destiny.

They were all Children of Destiny, each and every one of them. Unique,

special, with their own hearts and their own ideas and ways about them.

But Nimorel was crafted into the plan of destiny with a very particular

purpose. There was something about Nimorel which meant something central

to it all. She didn't know what that was yet. She felt it was something

she would uncover over the long haul of it all. How it all worked out

for the good of things. But it all worked specially for her. She was

the special child of destiny it served most of all. And then, sitting

there, in the gardens surrounding Zaphon, she worked it out. Destiny was

her thing. It was her central thing. Her special thing. It was all for

her in copious amounts. But the other guys. She sat there, thinking it

over, and realized when she understood they all had their own thing, she

cottoned on to just that truth. They all had their own thing. There was

something in life for each of them. Something of a purpose from God in

all the children of destiny. Then she understood that destiny crafted it

all along through time, and that she would be the central receiver of the

knowledge of what destiny was all about. It would be the gift of insight

and understanding to see the purposes of God in all the lives of the

Children of Destiny. That was her reward as thirdborn seraphim female

angel. And that was pretty good.

Nimorel sat in the dining room. Gabriel had just made the announcement

of the new Cherubim angels God was making soon. Everyone was in a state

of shock. Raphael was beside her, as he often was. Daniel and

Valandriel had wandered in a little late, and both looked ragged. They'd

gotten to the rim that day, but flew home later. They'd been arguing on

some issues. Meludiel was seated next to Daniel at the moment, lecturing

him. It wasn't a great concern. Daniel the angel? Funny. Very quiet

fellow. God must like that sort of stuff too she felt. Like each angel.

All unique in their own way. She looked at Meludiel. Lot of sense in

that one. Did the will of God pretty darn well. Had it well under

control. Got the message - applied the message. Not stupid. Michael

was seated there, sitting quietly. He was thinking. This was news to

him. Interesting. She knew what he'd do though. Go off and pester

Gabriel for more details. Bossboy needed details. To make sure he ran

things with the new data. Stayed in charge of the situation.

Predictable but comforting. Did the job he was supposed to do. She'd

watched Ambriel walk off, after Gabriel. Did he think much at all?

Little angel. So sensitive. A bit of courage, but not really shy - in

fact the opposite. But so peculiarly sensitive. Everyone's feelings

mattered. Really? Did they? Amusing Amby Wamby. Try not giving a

damn. Worked for Nimorel.

'Raguel and Jerahmeel,' said Raphael, pointing. Nimorel looked. They

were talking to each other. Jerahmeel was shaking his head a lot at what

Raguel was saying. Uriel was sitting there, listening to the

conversation between them. Karel was sitting next to Uriel, knitting

quietly. 'Don't be stupid,' she said, a little louder to Raguel. Raguel

looked at her. 'It's not stupid. It's what we should do because of it.

We apply. We're the oldest. We apply.'

'Apply for something?' asked Raphael. 'What are they yabbering on

about?'

'I don't know,' said Nimorel. 'Strange. Something probably based on the

announcement.'

'Most likely,' agreed Raphael. He looked at the arguments. 'Positions.

Of Authority. Like Michael. In the new order.'

Nimorel relaxed a bit, and sat back. 'Yeh, probably Raph. Probably

that.'

'Hmmm. Interesting. That would probably already be arranged in the

plans. God is not stupid. Those ideas are likely well considered.'

'I would think so,' said Nimorel. She looked at her twin. 'You think

you gonna rule brother?'

Raphael looked at her, then returned his focus to the argument going on.

'Maybe all the Seraphim will rule. Run a division each of these

Seraphim.'

'Mmm. Maybe,' said Nimorel. 'We going to compete if he does?'

'Not sure it's all about competition. Mainly maintaining decent order in

the house,' said Raphael. 'Keeping things under control. Lot of voices

probably going to say a lot of things now. Plans they've had for a long

time. Things they might now want to do about it all. Lot's of them are

probably making decisions. Right now they are sitting there. Thinking it

over. Yeh, I'll do that, they're thinking. I'll do that.'

Nimorel looked around at the Seraphim. 'Really? They're thinking that?

What they are going to do because of it?'

'Most likely,' replied Raphael.

'Mmm. Interesting,' said Nimorel. She continued studying the room.

What were they thinking? What did they make of the announcement just

made? And were they making decisions because of it? Plans they had on

hold because that was the way of things in the Realm of Eternity. Who

knew? Time would probably give the answers, though. Only time.

* * * * *

Meludiel had been chatting with Ambriel after the announcement then

wandered back into the dining room. Raphael was still there with

Nimorel. They often stayed on after things like this, chatting about it

all. She came over and sat down next to Nimorel. 'You sing well, of

course. In the choir. You always have.'

'You've noticed,' said Raphael. 'She's the best.'

'Lot of competition for that,' said Meludiel. 'Among the Morning Stars.'

'Morning Stars?' asked Nimorel.

'What we all are. Morning Stars,' said Meludiel. 'We sing together and

praise the Glory of God and his creation. We're the Morning Stars of

God.'

'I see,' replied Nimorel. 'Morning Stars. New to me.'

'What it's all about,' said Meludiel. 'And the Morning Stars must do

their job to praise our father in Heaven. This makes him happy and gives

us the joy of acknowledging his majesty and who he really is. It

acknowledges his qualities properly. He is worthy of this praise. It

describes him more accurately and appropriately. God is holy and worthy

of our praise. It's what being a Morning Star is all about.'

'So who is the ultimate Morning Star?' asked Nimorel.

'At this stage I think Aquariel still does the job the best. I give her

my stamp of approval at the top of the list. But you're very good too.

Right up there near the top of the list.'

'Oh. Really,' replied Nimorel, slightly taken aback.

'Sorry Nim. Can't win 'em all,' said Raphael. 'Our top girl has spoken,

and I guess that is just the way it is.'

'Well, everyone's got opinions,' replied Nimorel. She looked at Meludiel

and batted her lashes. 'And opinions can be wrong.'

Meludiel looked at Nimorel. Slightly taken aback. 'Uh, yeh. Sure.

Yes, we can make mistakes. We all have opinions. I certainly know what

you are saying.'

'Right,' replied Nimorel, and returned to her conversation with Meludiel.

Meludiel looked at her a moment, then stood and walked away. 'So cold,'

she said quietly to herself. She carried on and made her way to her

dormitory. Meludiel sat down on her bed and picked up the Seraphim

Torah. Nimorel was on her mind. Cold. Cold, Nimmy. She'd have to do

something about that. But it was blasted Saruviel which was her priority

at the moment. Getting him into choir. He was hard to reach at the

moment. Currently, Kantriel had mentioned they'd disappeared off to

Glimmersphon Keep as Saruviel had a new philosophy. Something he was

thinking about. Kentriel didn't know any real details yet, but Saruviel

had turned a little reclusive. Something was going on. And Saruviel was

a member of the choir who did a professional job. Not the best voice,

but the most solid one. Focused on a bit of drama, but not fake. It

wasn't just going through the motions with Saruviel. It was something he

gave thought to - praising God. He'd discussed it with her. 'I will

work towards being in the mood, Meludiel. I will contemplate some of the

things you go on about. I do acknowledge God and his nature. I will

praise him as I have done since youth, in spirit and in truth.' But that

had dried up as of late, and Meludiel needed to get her brother back in

the mood to do his job. Seventhborn was a reliable member of the choir

who took it seriously. He did his job as a Morning Star seriously. She

appreciated that from him. Nimorel? She was probably the best singer.

Ariel was damn good as well, like Meludiel also. Melaniel was quite

talented of course. And Aquariel seemed to be divine when she pushed at

her best work. The best singer, though, overall, was still Gamrayel. He

trained professionally on the job. Not necessarily the best talent, but

the most dedicated and committed who did his work to exacting standards.

He was the main assistant to Meludiel in the Music room of Zaphon, and

she'd be lost without him. Choir was their main job, but not their only

job. Other music activity naturally occurred. There was singing, of

course. But also the vibronic. Played with keys which made a note, over

the scales of music. It was an excellent invention, mainly constructed

from Gamrayel's early ideas for such a device, with Surafel and

Semambarel and a few others doing the construction of the original

vibronic. That was kept elsewhere in storage, two newer models now being

used. The glimpipe was also used regularly, and a few of the angels

liked to trill away on that. There was also the stringed instrument they

were working on. It hadn't been perfected yet. Names such as 'Vidderer'

were being suggested, as well as 'Gladtone'. They'd settle on something

eventually when the best model they could get finally emerged. Apart

from that, of course, was music knowledge and coming up, rarely, with a

new idea for song words to sing. Ideas and knowledge, which they

traditionally liked to make rhyme, which were good things to sing about

to give God his due glory. It was her life. It was her duty. It was

what she was all about. But there were things happening at the moment,

and while it was not her job to organise the life of Zaphon and the

comings and goings of her Seraphim brothers and sisters, she did have

concerns. She laid down, looked at the ceiling, pulled a blanket over

her, and closed her eyes. It had been a busy and eventful day.

* * * * *

'It's all about decisions,' Daniel said to Ariel.

'Well you make the dumbest,' replied Ariel.

'Michael makes the dumbest,' replied Daniel.

'Wny are you talking to me? You are too bothersome. Leave me be. Go

hang with that fellow Valandriel. That's all you seem to take

seriously.'

'Right,' replied Daniel. 'Fine.' Daniel wandered off to the other side

of the cafeteria, and sat down with Valandriel, starting their usual

conversation. Michael came in with Gabriel, Ambriel trailing them.

'The big boys,' said Ariel, as they walked past.

Michael looked at Ariel. 'Same sharp tongue, Ariel.' He looked over at

Daniel. 'That twin of yours? Are you sure about him. He has challenges

in acting normally. Being a regular part of the community. Doesn't he

understand what we all do?'

'Not sure he does,' replied Ariel, looking at her twin. 'He is off in

his own world of what matters. His own decisions, he tells me. Says

your really quite stupid, when it comes down to it.'

'He probably would. Isolating himself a lot of the time,' said Michael.

'Doesn't understand the flow and knowledge and goings on of the larger

community. A pinnacle of his own making. Doesn't get it.'

'Tell him that,' replied Ariel. 'I don't bother anymore. Haven't for a

long time. Not worth it with that one. He'll work it out some day I

guess. I mean, he's ok to talk to. He's not overly aggressive or

anythning like that. Just quiet. And defensive. Daniel's way. What

it's all about.'

'But you know better, don't you Ariel,' smiled Michael.

'I know how to compete with my brethren,' replied Ariel. 'I wasn't born

yesterday. I understand the competition going on in life. I can cope

with it.'

Michael looked at Daniel. 'You'll need to Ariel. With that guy as your

team mate? You'll need to.'

Michael carried on to the cafeteria front, with Gabirel, and Ambriel

smiled at Ariel. She looked at her twin, chatting with Valandriel. His

confidante. What was God thinking pairing her with Daniel the Seraphim?

He must have been out of his mind.

* * * * *

The Theophany sat in the library. Brindabel was at the library desk of

Zaphon, readin a book. Cindradel was seated next to him, doing some art

on paper. 'So you have to run the show long term Cinny,' said the

Theophany.

'But Michael's in charge,' replied Cindradel.

'Don't be daft,' said God. 'Michael's a moron. Got that straight. Now

not really running the show exactly. You're the chief administrator for

the Realm of Eternity. You always will be. You are to eternally stay at

Zaphon and in Zaphora. You can of course travel to the other places

which will come to be. But you have an eternal duty here in Zaphon at

the keep being the administrator who handles the decisions those in

charge will make. Like the right hand of a person, if you know what I

mean. The chief aide. But let me tell you something, dearest Cindradel.

They will come and they will go, but you will endure. You are chosen for

it. Ultimately, there are a few of the Seraphim later on in eternity

which will make the Realm of Eternity there home. Same with the

Cherubim. Not many, though. They are mostly elsewhere. All of them

will disappear, in time. Daniel and his twin and Valandriel and his twin

will remain. Everyone else will eventually find their destiny. This is

just the beginning. Eternity is endless, as you know. But you'll always

be here, like your twin. You are eternally the Realm of Eternity.'

'Daniel and Valandriel, huh?' queried Cindradel.

'And some connected with them from communities yet to be,' replied God.

'The rest of them have expressions of life in their heart which are not

based on the Realm of Eternity. It's not really an issue in the end.

They are made of other stuff. Other thinking. This is just an

experience. They'll leave you in the end. Never forget that. They

belong elsewhere.'

'I understand,' replied Cindradel.

'Don't cry, Cinny. You probably will. Some big girls, though, will

never cry. They can move on, because that is what they are made of. You

can't sweetie. It's not in you to leave home. It's not your nature.'

Cindradel wiped a few tears from her eyes. 'I understand,' she replied.

'Then all is well,' finished the Theophany of God.

'Why will they leave?' she asked.

'They are made for other things. They have a different eternity. This

is meant to be their foundational memories. To instill some goodness and

kindness into them. They do respect that, ultimately. It's innocent.

But they like it hard and real. That is what most of them are made of.

In the end, it's honest. Just what they prefer. God doesn't mind that.

Just being themselves, so it wasn't an issue. But they were good to be

part of the foundation of eternity. It worked well for their hearts to

start here. Comforting for them.'

'Oh,' said Cindradel.

'Daniel's pride likes you hanging around. He's proud of you. You are

pretty damn cool to him. Kaladel too, but she has a few dreams she wants

to eventually get to. She'll be around the longest of all from those who

leave. She'll stay practically forever. But one day she will pack up,

kiss you on the cheek, and catch the Midnight Train. She'll go off and

get a life. Find out what it is all made of. She's a pretty good one.

Has a good sense about her. Very practical. Will do well.'

Cindradel looked at God. 'That's interesting.'

'That's life,' replied God.

* * * * *

'That's rather cold,' said Daniel to the Theophany. They were at the

junctre were God had left them the other day before Daniel and Valandriel

had travelled to the Rim. Daniel had suggested to God that he meet them

there in a few days, and they walk on a bit further with the generally

intended destination in mind, and carry on with the subjecet. The

theophany had said, 'Wellk, alright. We can discuss further.'

'It's not cold,' said the Theophany. 'I planted that seed for a reason in

Cindradel. There is quite some truth in it. Not completely true

ultimately, but I have my reasons.'

'Quite some truth?' queried Valandriel.

'Isn't that good enough for you? That I have my reasons why?' replied

the Theophany.

'Well, if that's what you think,' said Daniel. 'Quite frankly, second

rate attitude. Truth is a fundamental, like honesty. Not everything

needs to be declared, but false information is just too confusing. There

is rarely any real justifications for lies. You choose it though. I

acknowledge that's what you want to do.'

'So young and proud,' replied God. 'And what is wrong following the

community spirit and agenda? It takes care of everyone. Saruviel is

considering philosophies at the moment, ultimately doing mostly his own

thing, and he's not really thinking through the realities of it

completely well.'

'Is he now,' replied Daniel. 'Saruviel's thing I suppose.'

'What is Saruviel thinking?' asked Valandriel.

'Freedom, mostly. Wants to do his own thing. Not the divine will as

much. Another bright spark,' he replied, looking at Daniel.

'Humph,' replied Daniel. He stoppped and looked at the garden. 'Pilgra

Pears would be nice. And that large Melit. It looks fresh. That should

get us there and back well enough. A dozen or so Pilgra Pears.'

'Should suffice,' replied the Theophany. He looked at the sky. 'It's

light, at the moment. What do you think of light versus dark, Daniel?'

'The charting of the day?' replied Daniel.

'Yes,' said the Theophany.

'Very sensible. Resting in the dark is very comfortable. I like the

dark a lot. Quiet and gentle. Serene. Day is activity and fervor. The

whole point. But rest in the darkness is a very good part of creation.

I appreciate that a lot.'

'I see,' said God. 'Well, alright then.'

Valandriel looked at God. 'Choose which one gets the pears and which

gets the Melit?'

'Daniel get's the Melit. Give him some heavy lifting,' commented the

Theophany with a grin.

'And what's that supposed to mean?' replied Daniel.

'Uh, nothing,' replied God.

Valandriel entered the garden, and collected a dozen pears, while Daniel

retrieved a moderate sized Melit. They carried them on a little further,

till they reached Daniel's supplied. 'These are all dried fruits with

fruit juice and water and melit water,' said Daniel. 'And some nuts. We

should have plenty to make the rim and back.'

God looked at the day and at Daniel and Valandriel. 'It's been good.

Our further discussion has been worthwhile. Normally, though, you two

probably have a conversation going on this trip. I won't interrupt what

was probably going to be talked about. Fare well my sons.' And God

turned, and walked back the other way.

Valandriel looked at God a moment, and looked at Daniel. 'On we go,

Danny Boy.'

'Uh, yeh,' replied Daniel the Seraphim.

* * * * *

'Do you think I'm attractive, Meludiel?' asked Ambriel in the music room,

as Gamrayel was playing the Vibronic.

'Somewhat,' replied Meludiel, reading through her song notes.

'That's important, of course. Isn't it? Whether we find each other

attractive?'

Meludiel looked at Ambriel. 'I guess so. Maybe. I accept all God's

children. But I suppose it might mean something. Perhaps it's those

we're supposed to take an interest in. If we find them attractive, say

hello, or something. I don't know.'

'Right,' said Ambriel, thinking that over. 'So I could say hello to

Nimorel if I found her attractive.'

Meludiel froze, looking at her song sheet. 'Ok,' she said. 'Yes. I

suppose, Ambriel. If you found Nimorel attractive.'

'I do, you know. She's very pretty. Very good looking. Prettier than

you I think,' said Ambriel. 'And her breasts are larger. That is very

attractive.'

Meludiel looked down at her breasts. 'You don't think they're big

enough?' she asked.

'There just how they are supposed to be,' replied Ambriel. 'Like

Nimorel's. Just how they are supposed to be.'

Meludiel looked at Ambriel. 'Yeh. Course. I think I need to go to the

toilet.' Meludiel stood and walked away. Ambriel sat there, concerned.

Had he said something to upset her? He wasn't sure. He sat, and waited

the afternoon away. Meludiel came in a few hours later.

'You must have had trouble with your innards,' said Ambriel.

'Huh?' replied Meludiel.

'In the toilet,' replied Ambriel.

'Oh. Uh, yeh. Sure,' said Meludiel.

'You're better now?' asked Ambriel.

'Yeh,' she said, and returned to her music notes. 'My breasts are big

enough, buster,' said Meludiel.

'Oh, I did upset you. But I prefer larger ones. More to get a grip on,'

replied Ambriel.

'You want to get a grip on Nimorel's breasts?' queried Meludiel.

'It would be divine,' replied Ambriel. 'She's got big uns.'

'Does she now,' replied Meludiel. She carried on with studying her

notebooks.

'It would be divine,' said Ambriel.

'You said that,' replied Meludiel, not looking at him.

'Is that a problem?' asked Ambriel.

'To each their own,' replied Meludiel, disinterested.

'Oh. Well I like your breasts too. Just not as much,' said Ambriel.

'Good to know,' replied Meludiel.

'Yes. Just not as much.' Ambriel stood, and smiled warmly at his twin,

and left the room.

'Imbecile,' Meludiel said softly under her breath. Touchy subject.

The End of Chapter One