Cinders of Angels

By M.D. Marie

Arrested for the attempted murder of her father, convicted as an accessory to the crime, broken out of prison, having been struck by lightening and falling into a coma for ten years while trying to escape is just the beginning of Messenger Devreauxs odyssey.

Ten long years have elapsed and Messenger has awakened to find she is not quite the same. During her ten-year coma, Messenger enters the world between life and death and learns necessary skills that move her forward in her ultimate quest. When she awakens her spirit is able to travel outside of her body, she can speak with the dead and she becomes as fast as lightning.

Befriended by a brilliant former prosecutor, named Sam Cass, who was convicted because of a lifelong drug-addiction, Messenger is on a mission to find her long lost little sister whos become a cold calculating professional killer who works for a fallen angel named Shio whos own agenda is to become a god.

Along the way she becomes an ally to Sam who is on a mission from God to try to save an agnostic lost soul named Dustin Clay; whom Shio believes holds the key to the Garden of Eden.

But all she wants is to be reunited with the person she loves most, her sister Caedes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 12, 2008
• ISBN: 9781452036755

M.D. Marie

Before I could read and write I could tell a story. As there’s a minimum of seven years difference between myself and my siblings, I spent a lot of time with my toys. While I could keep myself occupied for hours with endless scenarios of adventures, I hadn’t fully stretched my imagination. This was evident when every doll and teddy bear that I owned was named “Sue”. The Sue’s and I would spend hours doing everything from tea parties to saving the world. Disney movies, The Brother’s Grim, Doctor Sues and Mother Goose greatly influenced my adventures. As I got older, life’s realities; like the politics of the time, the raw new trend of divorce, the emergence of black pride and the technology boom; coupled with the sonic boom of the comic book explosion and big adventure movies became huge influences over my imagination. In my late teens and early adulthood, I started channeling my passions and frustrations into my writing; but I still felt like I wasn’t tapping into my full story telling potential. It wasn’t until one midnight that a friend introduced me to an animated series that awakened the part of my imagination that had been slumbering. I felt like my eyes had been opened and my mind was aerated! Now I can share with you the growth of my imagination- Enjoy!

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Contents

Cinders of Angels

Prelude.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

About the Author

Cinders of Angels

Since the ancient times of our ancestors no one has mentioned the unresolved issues between God and the fallen angels.

From one perspective: like every dutiful soldier following orders, there were some who were expelled from heaven for blindly following their commanders into combat.

Not since God last spoke to Moses has anyone recorded the history of those caught in these precarious circumstances, until now. This is the interesting story of my genealogy, plight and ultimately my fate and that of three others, my sister Caedes, a spiritual warrior named Sam, and a wanted man named Dustin Clay.

My name is Messenger and I am recording the history and chronology of my life up to this point and time, 2665.

I live in the age the Pre-Omega, the time that everyone believes is the beginning of the end. The times after all the predictions recorded in The book of Revelations have come to fruition. Now people are just waiting for the sky to open up and the fun to begin.

People all over the world are warring for different reasons. The people in the Fringes the cities between the Civilized world and the Communities are fighting to preserve the old ways of life. They want to perpetuate their traditions, beliefs and the diversity of each of their different heritages. The Communities are made up of criminal outcasts from the Civilized World. Their wars are motivated by their criminal nature and their lust for power and control over one another.

In order for you to understand, a history lesson is in order.

The Legend.

When the angels were cast out of heaven and fell to earth, they took on the form of deities to those who chose to believe in their power and not the power of one divine God.

Because they were extraterrestrial and powerful beings they used their powers to fool the world and become deities.

Because they knew God did not approve of their fraudulent acts, they hid from him within the earth and created natural anomalies like the Bermuda triangle, the Dragon’s triangle and the lost city of Atlantis.

One fallen angel has been known by different names in different parts of the world; Owatatsumi who resides in the Dragon’s triangle off the coast of Japan, Poseidon who resides in the underwater city of Atlantis and Olukon in the Bermuda Triangle; all known defined as God of the Sea".

For centuries he hid from God only appearing to people when necessary to perpetuate his praise and remind people of his existence.

Now he has amassed an army so large that he wants to siege the Garden of Eden and reside there with his captured souls and worshipers. He has emerged from his underwater lair to take leadership of the still infantile One World Government in order to further his agenda and collect more souls to praise him as a god. Now known to the world as One World Prime Leader candidate Shio Zuchi.

Shio Zuchi wants to kidnap the souls in the garden and hold them for ransom until God grants him clemency from hell, acknowledges his existence to the world and allows him to keep his worshipers.

Prelude.

The things that go on in heaven…

Dustin Clay

Our Father’s heart wept when he had to tear his son Adam and daughter Eve from his bosom and evict them from the garden; but the greater sin was that everyone touched by the soil had to leave as well.

After partaking of the forbidden fruit, Adam heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day; in fear they panicked and dropped the fruit on the ground and hid from him among the trees in the garden. The nectar of the fruit dripped into the soil and that fateful day, everything that touched the soil also shared Adam and Eve’s fate. All God’s children were cast out to never return.

Instead he filled it with the souls of the Yet to be born. The gates were locked and the key kept by the guardians of the souls.

The guardians were benevolent angels that loved the souls dearly. The angels nurtured them, taught them to pray and be close to God. The angels would teach the souls crafts, husbandry, herbalogy, gardening, music, philosophy, writing, etc.; every soul was taught a skill that they would be born with.

Some souls repeated the sin of Adam and Eve or broke other commandments and were cast out of the garden and into the world, suffering their entire existences; some never learning to love God again. Others were born into the world to do God’s work and to find the lost and bring them back. One of these souls was that of Clay.

When Clay’s spirit was in the garden he was precocious; he was fascinated by and curious about all things. He was also very hardheaded and stubborn.

He was particularly fascinated with the world outside the garden and the souls that wandered in the realm between heaven and earth.

He would sit at the gate for indefinite amounts of time and look out at the world and the things that were going on. Then he would beg the guardian to allow him out for a little while. The angel would not allow it and would send Clay back into the garden to pray or for his lessons.

But day after day Clay would return to the gate and the routine would be reenacted.

One day, while Clay was sitting at the gate looking out, the most beautiful figure he’d ever seen came to the gate. It wasn’t a man or a woman but a beautiful glowing figure that Clay found himself enamored with. It’s light was so golden but not quite perfect.

The figure spoke to him You sit here day after day; why?

I just wonder what’s going on out there. Clay replied. Things beyond your young imagination occur on this side. Things your limited imagination couldn’t conjure happen here. The beautiful being explained.

Is it beautiful out there? Clay asked. The figure turned and looked back There’s beauty here and things you’ll never have there.

Clay came closer to the gate and tried to see further than his eyes would allow Is God out there too?

The figure said softly God is everywhere.

Clay stared at the figure then out at the place beyond the gates, the figure came closer and whispered, You want to be among us?

Clay answered, I will be someday. The figure snickered What makes you think so?

Everyone leaves eventually… then he thought for a moment …How did you get there?

The figure paused for a moment, I was sent by God. I used to frolic in the garden too but I like it better out here. You should come now; things have never been better.

The figure waived his hand and showed him the beautiful things in the world. If you wait, you’ll miss so much.

Clay thought for a moment, How do I get out? The figure pulled the hood of his cloak over its head and began to back away from the gate You need the key.

As the figure spoke its last word it faded away.

Descending from the sky as if on a bolt, the guardian landed with his weapon drawn. His eyes were on fire and every muscle flexed. The key to the gate swung around his neck as he charged toward the gate. When he stopped in front of Clay, Clay turned around and yanked the key from the guardian’s neck! Clay held it close to his chest and the key sank into the heart of his soul.

The guardian yelled abhorrently in protest; Clay’s soul disappeared from the garden and when he opened his eyes again he was newly born into the world.

That was over thirty years ago and now he’s a full-grown man who’s lived a hard life and is now fighting to keep it.

He doesn’t remember the temptation in the garden but there are a few who still do and now they want the key hidden in the heart of Clay’s soul, the key to the Garden of Eden.

Chapter One

A Messenger is born

Messenger

The sound of a tussle awakened me from my unconsciousness; I batted my eyes even though they didn’t hurt. I turned to find the source of the noise and next to me two men were fighting.

Their bodies were sprinkled with droplets of blood as they tangled with one another.

One I was drawn to immediately: his face was fierce but troubled looking at the same time.

The other was menacing, angry and evil was evident in the creases of his stressed face.

I could tell the fight had been going on for some time because both men looked fatigued.

Because my surroundings looked unfamiliar, I had to remember where I was.

The last thing I remember was being struck by lightning from the sky.

I was seventeen and my world had completely fallen apart. My sister had been snatched from my arms and the last thing I remember was cursing God for everything that had gone wrong in my life.

I was so young and had lost so much so quickly; my little sister was all I had left and now she was being whisked away by a stranger.

I’d lost everything that was important to me in my life- my mother, my grandmother and now my sister. My father never showed me the love a man shows his own flesh and blood but instead maintained his evident disdain for children and his lack of desire to have children of his own.

Ever since I could remember my father never liked me and he despised my sister.

He told my mother that he didn’t want children and didn’t want her to have any. He always wanted it to be just him and her. My mother always maintained that children are a blessing from God and everything about them was a blessing.

My mother named me Messenger because she believed my special gift from God was to be a message to others. She said that when she looked at my newborn face she could see my destiny.

My mother loved me like I’ve never been loved since. She was my best friend.

I did everything with my mother; she would read me stories and color with me. She would watch TV with me and tell me about our heritage and God.

She explained to me that I had a special destiny in life and I would have to be still and listen to know exactly what my life was meant for.

She told me how we were descended from a fallen angel named Ozir. She said he was an angel in a legion that had lost their way from God and were cast out of heaven.

Ozir wandered lost in the deserts of Africa for centuries living a decadent life, fathering spawn all over the world. Till he met a woman he fell in love with and settled down; her name was Kirabo.

With her, he fathered two sons- giants. Both were at least 3 feet tall at birth and their skin was as white as raw pearls. They were beautiful to look at. They both had deep-set blue eyes and thick golden brown hair. They looked like angels themselves. They both grew to be ten feet tall, strong and robust young men. The females in the camp admired them because of their polished good looks and were intimidated because of their broad and towering stature.

He loved his sons dearly but didn’t feel a closeness a father should feel toward his children. He taught them many things, sorcery, alchemy, husbandry, hunting, to read and write and many languages. He felt that he’d taught them more than they needed to survive in the world and when they were old enough they left home and went their separate ways into the world.

He and Kirabo were left on the large plantation he acquired for himself. They continued to live as a couple and were quite in love but Ozir was still unhappy.

He had emptiness in his soul that couldn’t be filled and that left him very angry inside.

One day he was out in the fields surveying his crops and supervising his slaves. His mind was blank and he sat still alone at the top of the hill.

Suddenly he began to cry reflecting on the absence of his sons and realized that he missed his own father.

He sat there for hours sobbing and snotting miserable from his own sadness. He thought to himself that he was too far-gone to be forgiven or to even ask. He thought to himself that he needed another child to fulfill his penance. So he went home and made love to his wife. She became pregnant and nine months later she bore him a daughter.

He pulled the child from his wife’s body and saw that she was as black as the cinder in the fireplace and named her Scoria. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel and her hair was silky and even blacker than her skin. Right from birth, her skin was a smooth as porcelain.

After he cut the umbilical cord and wrapped her in a blanket, he just stared at her. She batted her newborn eyes and then grinned at her father and he was instantly in love with his new little girl. From that moment on she was what meant everything to him. A giant tear fell from his eye and washed away the small amount of afterbirth on her forehead. He rubbed the smudge away and continued stroking his beautiful daughter’s face.

The handmaidens helped Kirabo pull herself together because Ozir had all but forgotten about her after having gotten lost in his new daughter’s presence.

He was so overjoyed he went outside and told one of the slaves to kill two of his best cattle and bring them to the top of the nearby mountain.

He wouldn’t set his daughter down for even a moment. He ordered the handmaidens to bathe his wife and comb her hair and get her ready for a feast. He took his finest cloths and swaddled his daughter in them.

Scoria never cried; she cooed and yawned and lay contently in her father’s giant arms.

She wasn’t a giant like her other siblings but an average baby of about twenty-five inches. It was evident that she was going to be tall but not a giant like Ozir’s other children.

He knew she was special and that his father had heard his thoughts and had answered him.

He hiked up to the