NaNoWriMo... aaahhh... well, I'm not doing so hot at it right now - but I'm attempting to get my book working. Yes, I'm still plugging away at it after my car was broken into, after suffering from horrible heat stroke on Friday from a stinking hot heatwave; and yes, even when my mother landed in hospital with her heart problems (they still don't know what's going on - which is a worry). But here's the 1,000 words of 'The Angel Wars' - a continuation from 'Angel Love'... yep, I found a darker side to them wingnuts up there.
Enjoy.
He didn’t know what
he hated more, the fact that he was stuck on Earth with the stinking mob of
Humans or the that he knew someone was behind those gates.
He looked at the
large padlock with Enochian engraved into it, and knew deep down that only one
being could put that there: God.
“You’re gutless.” He
whispered and the gates moved slightly, as though where had been a breeze where
there never was one. Stepping back, Michael looked up at them as they rose up
and disappeared into the cloud above him, “You’re too scared to come out here
and talk to me, Father! To tell me the truth of why you threw your warriors to
the wolves, without warning and without their consent, their Graces being
ripped out as their wings burned painfully from their bodies! This caused such
an upheaval on Earth that you brought forward an Apocalypse forward by thirty
generations!”
The padlock snapped
opened.
The chains rattled
off and fell to the ground.
The gates opened for
the Archangel to step through.
Heaven was a wasteland.
He moved through the Time-Keeper’s Quarter and peered through the massive door
to find The Great Hall empty of souls.
Looking up at the large Chrystaline-Opal Timepiece, Michael noticed its
face was shattered stilling its hands at 5:15pm – the time of The Fall.
Tears filled his
eyes as he realised that it had all been planned… the question that bothered
him now was: how long did God know?
“I knew from the
very beginning of placing Humans on this Earth that this was to happen,
Michael.”
He turned to see
him, his Father, everyone’s Father, standing behind him. It was the first time,
he had met him in his long existence, and Michael wasn’t pleased nor impressed
with this little, ordinary-looking man: “So, you’re him.”
“I am so sorry, my
son…”
“Don’t call me
that!” he snapped, “I stopped being your son when you slammed the gates of my
home on my arse – and my brothers and sisters arse’s as well – and shattered
the Chystaline-Opal Timepiece!”
“I wanted to be
alone with my thoughts.” The older man said, “Is that such a crime?”
“You’re our
creator.” The Angel growled, “Whatever happened to nurturing your Paradise?”
“Paradise?” the
man’s eyes widened, “You call that war torn craphole down there a Paradise?”
“No, but they were
trying. They prayed to you and us, and what did we do? Nothing. You ordered us
to do nothing but listen and just be there for them! What use is that?” Michael
spat. His anger began to turn the surrounding clouds dark as lightning
spattered around them and thunder quickly followed. The first diamond raindrop
plinked against the glass of the small room.
“So, I was supposed
to just fix everything just because they complained and bitched to me about
their pain and they blew each other up?” God asked, “And what of Gadreel? His
crime was…”
“You saw what he
did. You could have fixed it, but you didn’t!” the Angel fixed a glare on his
Father who turned away from him, not wanting to know – wanting to ‘be alone’.
Michael knew it… his
Father was ashamed of everything he’d ever done. It still posed the question:
why?
GOD
This place was once
a place of wonder, of beauty, of creatures which were just starting out.
It was his Paradise
on a brand new planet.
His best work yet!
It was how he
created Earth in the first place that was great. He didn’t plan this world –
unlike the others – instead, just making sure he was in the right place at the
right time. He was around when this planet was just settling in to the right
spot as it was born, as it was cooling down, while it was still smouldering and
had that brand new smell about it… he loved that smell about a new planet.
Then, he did the
stupid thing and put them on it.
Them
= Humans
He thought it was a
good idea at the time, and they did well for a few thousand years. Then the
serpent was let into the Garden by Gadreel because they wanted to know
everything – and he was young, inexperienced and stupid too – and they went and
overdosed on the evil and serpent seduced them with.
First it was Eve and
that damned tree!
Then, Kane killed
Able – he’d never known anything so dreadful in all his life! It was the very
first murder – cold-blooded, calculated and mindful in all its ways – and yet,
it was over the one brother who was talking to Lucifer, while the other made a
deal with that Angel himself to save Able’s soul so it would come to Heaven.
Personally, that was
the worse deal to make.
Kane still walked
the Earth – but he was in hiding; not even God himself could find him. And the
weapon forged to kill anyone or be used on his children.
He sat in The Great Library
as the fires burned low. It was quiet here now there was nobody around to
bother him about anything… too quiet… but he’d gone and done the one thing he’d
promise himself to never do.
He thought throwing
everyone out of the Garden was a good idea. But they cried and pleaded for his
help. They killed each other in cold blood. They created false idols and built
things to worship instead of him because he decided it was a good idea to leave
them alone.
Now, he thought it
was a good idea to throw his Angels out of the only home they’ve ever known and
make them lose their Grace – what in all Hell was he thinking?
“Father?” Michael
had followed him to The Great Library, “Do you need help with this?”
He looked up from
the large, overstuffed chair, “Michael, it’s been so long since I walked
amongst my children on Earth.” Tears blurred his vision as he gestured to the
chair across from him for his dearest son to sit, “How to make this right?”
“Let me help you.”
The old man nodded,
“I thought…”
“I know.” He reached
out and touched his hand, “We could bring them all home together and make Earth
better again.”
“So, what now?”
“You have to let the
Angels come home – that’s the first thing.” He said.
The man looked up at
the domed roof of where the diamond rain fell overhead, “But they all lost
their Grace.”
“You can work with
that – you created us.” Michael stood, pulling on his hand gently.
His Father cringed,
“You don’t understand, son, I haven’t been on Earth since Jesus was born.”
The Angel let go of
his hand, “Oh I see. Okay, if you come with me, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
“How?”
“I’m your son, it’s
my duty to make sure you’re safe.” Michael replied, “I’m not leaving this place
without you.”
The old man shot him
a filthy look, “You’re not giving me a choice?”
“No. Your children
need you. Your warriors need you. That’s all there is to it.” He said, “Come,
don’t come, see if I care.” Michael walked to the door of The Great Library,
opened the door and turned back to him, “But if you stay here, and they find
out you didn’t come, you will be labeled a coward. Nobody will want to come
home, nobody will believe in Heaven or Hell – or you.” He turned to leave, when
he felt a hand on his arm.
“When do we leave?”
