The Angel Chronicles: Book Ii the Rise of Seraphon

By GD Thompson Sr.

In 1973, a child was born. Okinawa,
Japan was his birthplace. However,
his mother didnt want him born. She
wanted him to be born stillborn. She
claimed she didnt want him to be
born overseas. And, she almost got her
wish, as that child had the umbilical
cord wrapped around his neck in the
womb. The American military doctor
recognized this fact when his mother
pushed to get him out of her. With
every push, his vital signs weakened.
Two weeks prior that doctor had
another child that died because the
cord was around its neck as well. The
doctor knew what to do this time.
And, that was why Seranaphsus came
to earth and was born Rene Thomas
Colby on January twenty eighth in
nineteen hundred seventy-three.
And, it was in 1973 that eventually
an angel was born strong enough
to understand himself for what he was.
That was the year that an infl uential
angelic Elder was born to Aeal or
earth for her protection and that of
the fallen angels, as humans walking
around on her surface.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481718189

GD Thompson Sr.

From the creative mind of GD Thompson Sr. came the Angel Chronicles, then his epiphany—the Red thru Black series. GD Thompson Sr. continues to work on the fourth work in the Red thru Black Series in Orlando.

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/22/2013

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Contents

First… Just A Few Facts

Part I

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

Part II

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

Appendix

The Final Step… And The Path Of Seraphon

Pronunciation Of Angelic Names And Places

The Fallen Angels

Angels Of The Magnus 56 The Dominalae (Dŏmĭnălāy)

A Dictionary & Explanation Of Terms

FIRST… JUST A FEW FACTS

1. In 1989, The Angel Chronicles was originally entitled, The Aquarian and it was three hundred, hand written pages. However, the story was not equal to the caliber of story in which the Chronicles are currently.

2. The two main characters of The Angel Chronicles are the only thing that stayed consistent with the original first works of, The Aquarian. However, given that the Angel Chronicles Series is about God and all angels and fallen angels, as humans and the fact that all human consciousness was once angelic, there is no true main character or protagonist, but perhaps God solely. Everyone else is equally important with respect to each other and to the story. Thus, the need for the title change.

3. The Aquarian was the choice for the original works because of the author’s attention to, and interest in the zodiac, sun signs and the horoscopes. However, the author realized just what a part of the Angel Chronicles he is and somewhere in the middle of the year 1998, decided upon The Angel Chronicles, as the title for the series. Further, it is the opinion of the author that he at one point put too much value on horoscopes, and that hindered his growth in large degrees for what he’d become to date.

4. Concerning Books I and II, The author imposed his experiences upon the supposed main character. This would include his physical experiences as well concerning his health. Further, Seraphon’s eventual perception of those experiences is the result of the Author’s.

5. It was the summer of 1994, and the Author lost the first original works to The Aquarian. This is, in part, why Book I took so long to write, and why the two main characters are the only thing taken from those first three hundred, hand written pages. Further, why it took the Author twenty-one years to write. He didn’t start writing again until he met his current wife, Christina Thompson, of 13 years in 1997. They rekindled an old Flame and been together ever since.

6. Lastly, on January 28, 1991, the author turned eighteen years old, while still in his last year of high school. The author worked, went to school, while sharing an apartment with a couple roommates. And, on June 10, 1991, he attended his graduation ceremony at the Orlando Arena in Orlando, Florida. He did this through angelic qualities of effort, hardwork, determination, focus and love.

Dear Reader,

I thought I would start off with a little story about three men that stood before God in judgment. Now, to some, it is a joke, but to others like me, this is no joke at all, but the essence of what it means to be an angel. So, here you go. This is the tale of the three supposed wise men from earth that stood to face God for their wisdom. Enjoy.

If a religious man, a scientist and a man that thought he was an angel on earth were standing before God in judgment, and God asked them how they got along, the religious man would be the first to speak and point out that the scientist never confessed his love for God even though he told him to and the man that thought he was an angel on earth was crazy, and scared him. The scientist would then say to God, I never hated either one of them, I just had to spend so much time in the lab trying to understand them. With my little brain you gave me, I had to spend so much time in the lab trying to understand my surroundings as well. I have no brainpower to be as arrogant and bold as the religious man or the man that thought he was an angel on earth. And, then the religious man is getting upset because God is actually considering what the scientist has to say. The man that thought he was an angel on earth was starting to fall asleep. And, they both pointed the finger at the man that thought he was an angel on earth for smoking. Then, God turns to the man that thought he was an angel on earth, and that man says, don’t look at me, I loved them both and tried to remind them both that they were once angels, but the religious man is afraid of you and I told him not to be afraid, and the scientist doesn’t understand you even though I told him that love nor God isn’t something you have to understand. So, the man that thought he was an angel on earth got to go into Heaven, and the religious man and the scientist didn’t, and they were angry with God. The religious man couldn’t understand how something so scary was capable of being permitted in Heaven. And, the scientist was so flabbergasted and pissed off that God understood insanity when he couldn’t, which was why God didn’t make sense to the scientist. But before the man that thought he was an angel on earth got to go into Heaven, God stopped him and told him that there was a little matter of his smoking cigarettes while on earth. The scientist and the religious man looked at each other and both laughed because they thought they got him in trouble. The man that thought he was an angel on earth said to God, look boss, the religious man is so afraid of you that I told him you would forgive him, but he only had to honest with himself. So, I started smoking to show him that I honestly thought you would forgive me if I did. And, the scientist just couldn’t understand how I could be human and be an angel at the same time. He didn’t understand how being an angel worked. So, I used his line of thinking against him. I showed him that I was human enough to smoke, but angel enough on earth to know that I was still an angel. God then looks at the man that thought he was an angel on earth thoughtfully. God said, Wow, you went through all that trouble and they still didn’t find love and understanding. Well, you know as well as I that those are two of the first qualities of being an angel on earth or here in Heaven. I guess they are going to have to go back. God looked at them. They stopped laughing and were angry because they weren’t going to be allowed into Heaven. And, before God sent them back to earth, God thought of something. God looked at the man that thought he was an angel on earth. God said, You know, you were so brave, and you loved them so much that you are an asset to them when they laughed at you there. They might have wound up killing each other if you weren’t there. So, I am going to need you to go back with them. Besides, they can’t get back there on their own from here. The angel looked at God wearily and said to God, I am going to miss you. And, with a tear the man that thought he was an angel on earth turned to the other two men and said let’s go. And, because of his tear, the two men laughed at him again, as they had on earth when he told them he was an angel. And, the man that thought he was an angel on earth was reminded of how the religious man laughed at him when he was put on a pile of sticks once and burned alive. Then, the man that thought he was an angel was reminded of how he was once experimented upon by the scientist and the scientist laughed at him because he made the man that thought he was an angel on earth dumbfounded for his admissions of being an angel. But God knew what pain the angel was going through and how being around the scientist and the religious man hurt the man that thought he was an angel on earth. And, God still did nothing to help the angel against those men. God couldn’t because the man that thought he was an angel on earth wouldn’t let God help him. And, when God asked him why he wouldn’t be aided, the man that thought he was an angel on earth turned to God and said, Because there is nothing you can do to protect me from my love for my brothers, even though they don’t look like the angels I once knew them to be. He said see God, to the religious man, I knew I put him on the spot, and made him fiery with anger that I would try to remind him that he was once an angel. So, when he put me atop the sticks and lit me aflame, I cried because I knew I wouldn’t see him again for a while not because of the fire. I understood that I burned him up because I made him angry. See God, that’s the point. He was basically showing me how he felt, because his fear of you has made him dark. And, then God, there is another side to being burned at the stake. See, God there is another thing he was telling me. You have to understand that he wasn’t really burning me at the stake. He was also trying to tell me that I was his light, but again because he is so dark he had to show me. He couldn’t express himself for his anger because fallen angels lost their control. So, I had to have none for him because he had all the anger for the both of us. And, then there was my brother the scientist. He is some piece of work by the way, but he only thinks chemically, and molecularly, and with equations. So, that is why he did chemical tests upon me. See, God, he doesn’t know how to communicate by mouth alone. So, he has to explain himself with his knowledge of chemicals and how they work on me. And, since his drugs shut me up, I guess he was telling me to shut up. So, I finally understood him even though he couldn’t understand me. Then I thought something, maybe he did understand me, he was just too tired to listen or he didn’t have the brainpower to understand. So, he put me at a level he could understand. In either case, God, I will be better equipped how to communicate with them. So, I don’t need to be helped. God smiled and appreciated the way angels were made. Because those that stayed angels could become the reminder for the ones that might forget because it takes a powerful angel to go to earth and still know itself as such even though it looks quite different on another force sphere, but the same as another, whom couldn’t understand feeling like an angel.

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Part I

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CHAPTER

I

In 1973, a child was born. Okinawa, Japan was his birthplace. However, his mother didn’t want him born. She wanted him to be born stillborn. She claimed she didn’t want him to be born overseas. And, she almost got her wish, as that child had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck in the womb. The American military doctor recognized this fact when his mother pushed to get him out of her. With every push, his vital signs weakened. Two weeks prior that doctor had another child that died because the cord was around its neck as well. The doctor knew what to do this time. And, that was why Sera’naphsus came to earth and was born Rene Thomas Colby on January twenty eighth in nineteen hundred seventy-three. However, what that child didn’t know was that in some sick way, he was only born because of the ego of the fallen and their potential on earth to undo the nature of things. The point was that supposed human consciousness has always been fighting to be upon FS-3 without fully understanding that they didn’t belong there. Undoing the nature of things meant battling with FS-3 to be upon her surface. Being capable of birthing a child that fell into complications fell into this category. This was where the angelic council came in. And, that was for whom that doctor worked. They wanted to ensure he was stuck on earth, so he couldn’t affect their plans on Aubrahteery. For seventeen years, the darkness on earth had kept Sera’naphsus shrouded from knowing who and what he truly was as an angel, and that was thanks to the demons he had as family. But Sera’naphsus finally proved his strength. He decided to understand what it meant to be an angel. In so doing, he disproved the fallen who believed that any manner of consciousness would never be capable of remembering its true angelic heritage. No consciousness borne to earth would ever claim that they were an angel, especially in public disclosure. Not like Sera’naphsus had grown and as strong for what he was. His feelings of being an angel were so strong that he wrote a book about being an angel, on earth, and for what that meant. But he didn’t realize that he was only on earth because somewhere in the council, they wanted to rid Aubrahteery of his influence.

In time and after Rene’s father told him what he did about his mother wanting him born dead, Rene came to understand why his mother didn’t want him born. Deep down, his mother understood the nature of things. She understood the nature of why Rene was there on earth. She realized the nature of the darkness that would eventually stand against him. Rene finally understood when he realized the angelic council had grown dark, but he realized too that the mere nature of the council had dark roots. It was the council’s plan that he get stuck on earth where he could no longer damage their plans to overthrow Aubrahteery and remake her for how their darkness saw fit. But what the council didn’t realize was the damage Sera’naphsus could do if he could awaken on earth. They didn’t realize the damage he could do to the foundation they had built on earth for being supposedly human. And, that was the council’s downfall, and they didn’t know it. Because Sera’naphsus had only to awaken to one more reality before he could crack that foundation the fallen had created on earth to call themselves supposedly human. Sera’naphsus had only to realize from where his name stemmed. Sera’naphsus had to realize or actualize his truest perception of him and his abilities to do this. And, thus, Rene had to awaken that much more that he was something far greater than the angel was named Sera’naphsus. Rene had to awaken to the reality that Sera’naphsus was his disguise, and that he was shrouded by fallen influence for knowing himself as such. He had to understand that God actually named him. And, Sera’naphsus wasn’t his true potential or name given by God. As Sera’naphsus, he couldn’t crack the foundation the fallen had upon earth. He couldn’t undo their influence as Sera’naphsus.

Rene Thomas Colby had to understand that his birth was a tool he could use against the fallen. He had to have perspective to see that his birth might be a good thing. He had to finally see that the fallen in their scientific practices still didn’t know what they were doing. And, that doctor who thought he was birthing another mere human in forcing Rene to be upon earth, was actually bringing about the closing of another chapter in the story of how the fallen angels lost their influence over earth or Aeal. That doctor didn’t realize that he was birthing the one creature that could end human existence upon earth. Sera’naphsus’ awakening on earth was only the beginning, and the rise of Seraphon was but another step. Alas. how that happened.

Aubrahteery upon the conclusion of the creation of angels

The Excommunication of the Elders

Death to the Order of Nan

Seraphon met with his fellow Elders to discuss the future of Aubrahteery and their fellow angels. They stood at the River Light. Aanon stood admiring her fellow Elders. She thought of something and turned to Seraphon. Seraphon, is this going to work? Seraphon turned to her instantly, admiring her for her deep golden angel eyes, and her brilliant white and gold shaded feathers and fur. He considered what she said. He also considered the fact that they are the elders. Within us there should be no consideration if it does or not. We are the Elders. Forming the Order is necessary. We will eventually utilize the lock. I can feel it. Seraphon turned to Thronin. He considered Thronin for his knowledge of the wood and thicket. You pick our location, dear friend. Thronin turned to him. He considered what Seraphon said. He eyed him for his deep red skin, and the dull red fur and feathers of his wings. There is a forest deep at the center of all lands upon Aubrahteery. Its counterpart is on the perfect other side. Its counterpart is perfect, thus it will be. And, it will protect the Aurok of the lock. Seraphon carefully watched Thronin respond. He sought him for his knowledge of the wood and thicket, noting that he was right about the location he mentioned. Amidst their conversing, Aanon had watched them both. She noted Seraphon’s fiery, deep skin color. She eyed Thronin, her favorite of the two for his deep green skin, and dull green and brown fur. She considered them for their knowledge, especially Thronin. So, let us go there and create the lock, but what about the fifth in the Order. We cannot do anything without the fifth. Seraphon turned to Virtuon who had been quiet the whole time. Thronin eyed Aanon for her words and knowledge of the fifth. Seraphon then considered what she said. He thought of something before he spoke again. Thronin then thought of something as well. He looked at Seraphon who remained quietly in thought. Then, he watched Seraphon as he spoke. We all know who it is. He doesn’t recall himself for what the Virtues had done with the Dominalae, but we know him. He has the element. We all can feel it. Seraphon looked at each of his fellow elders. He considered Thronin for his knowledge of the thicket and his love for being an angel, Virtuon for her strength and wisdom, and then Aanon for her knowledge of the angel class, which was very important for the configurations. Seraphon eyed them all one last time as he considered his dear friend Orpheus. Right, it is settled. Orpheus is the fifth. I know he is going to be present at the trial of Kaebahl. I will go there, find him, and talk to him of the Order. I, with Orpheus will meet you all at the Forest of Nan. Seraphon flared his dull red-feathered wings and quickly left the ground for the skies to Haemahlen. His fellow Elders took off for the Forest of Nan.

Thronin landed moments later with a graceful step, shook his dull green-feathered wings, and drew them close while he looked around. Aanon was the acrobatic type. She was always doing some trick when she landed. The last time, she drew her bold, white wings in early to see how fast she would fall. Virtuon just merely landed and drew her dull, white and brown wings in close. She had too much on her mind to contemplate having fun. She studied the area with Thronin. Aanon righted herself. The three of them walked deep into the forest. They walked until they came to its brilliant, warm center. It was an open area, plush, green and brown. The three of them could feel God’s great love there. It was an emotional experience. They stood around the Aurok at its center. They endured its majesty. Aanon thought of something. She looked at Thronin, then Virtuon. She thought of Virtuon’s class. She concentrated on Thronin because she had some frustration with the old Virtue. Shall we start, Thronin? Thronin considered Aanon. He eyed her with his deep green eyes that were without pupils. He felt love for her unlike what her mate held, but it was love just the same. Yes, we can further fortify our efforts if we start now. Seraphon and Orpheus can add their symbols to the Aurok when they arrive.

Thronin, Aanon and Virtuon put their hands upon the Aurok tree. Suddenly, their symbols replaced the symbols already on it. The other symbols took their place on Auroks scattered throughout Aubrahteery. They affirmed the Order of Nan leaving the power of their energy imprinted within the space that made up the center of the forest. With their hands still upon the Aurok, Thronin repeated the Affirmation of the Thrones, Aanon and Virtuon followed in suit from their respective classes. Their symbols became a permanent mark in the bark of the Aurok tree. Removal was impossible.

Seraphon and Orpheus arrived at the center of the Forest shortly after their fellow elders put their symbols into the bark. They explained what they had done and urged them to add their symbols to it. All five Elders put their hands upon the tree evenly spaced from the other. The other two elder symbols were put directly into the bark of that Aurok. The lock was created with their symbols added to it. The five Elders upon completion of the lock left the center of Nan and were satisfied with what they had done. Once at the outer rim of the forest, there was a crowd of angels amassed in opposition to them. The five elders looked into the mass of fallen ones before them. At their helm were the five fallen Virtues responsible for the fall of the rest of the angels. Virtuon looked at her mate in disappointment. Aellmu-hammed, don’t do this! This is everything against God! Aellmu-hammed stared vilely back at her. What do you know of what is against God? You are the weaker side of me. You know nothing! You’re Nonny, if anything. Virtuon looked at her mate sadly. She had brilliant angelic tears. She was dying inside slowly and agonizingly. Virtuon, maintain yourself. Don’t fall with him! Seraphon looked through the masses and spotted Sera’maelhk. Sera’maelhk, you’re a part of this? But Sera’maelhk just stared the ole Seraph down. He threw his evil stare anywhere and everywhere. And you, just shut up the perversion of your vocal portal! You, you call yourself… what is it… Sera something? You’re nothing but a pawn! Seraphon just glared into Aszeireuku. Aszeireuku, don’t do this! Then, Aszeireuku thought about something as he eyed the Elders. Ayerhauk, Aanthoemaera, and Aabelkhor take them! Aellmu-hammed tend to your mate! She is out of control! Aellmu-hammed lunged at Virtuon while the rest of the angels moved from behind Aszeireuku and subdued the rest of the Elders. There was a struggle, but the hundreds of fallen angels present overpowered the elders. One by one, the elders, substantially, were subjected to the force influence needed to subdue the element of the Elder within them. And, they could do that because they still had enough knowledge of how to do it. When it came to Seraphon though, Aszeireuku stopped his cohorts from fully subduing the element in him. But what really happened was far more powerful the fallen anticipated. They couldn’t subdue the element in him and when Aszeireuku saw the failed attempts of his cohorts, he ordered them to stop.

Aszeireuku looked with finality at his once, old friend. He thought of something. He thought of their past together as the close angels they once were. But he had too much anger with Seraphon for what he was against his plans to conquer Aubrahteery. He shouted something in the angelic dialogue. Then he spoke with so much evil to Seraphon. There, you red thing, now you will suffer insanity for you will be the only one that will remember yourself for the Elder you are. You will know them, but they will never remember you. You will now understand what we fallen consider excommunication with God, so you shall have with the other Elders. You will know how to speak to them as such, but they will not know you! As we are shut up from God, so shall them to you! The leader of the fallen Virtues paused. He stared hard and disgustedly into Seraphon. He felt all his hatred in the moment. Seraphon cringed because he felt his way into the darkness of Aszeireuku. Though he still loved the Virtue for the angel, he once was. And, though he was beloved by him yet and God too, and Seraphon knew it, Aszeireuku was already in a condition of what is known as Anghellia. That is where an angel is cut off from the connection to God by their choosing, and is left to find understanding for his or her existence alone upon their power. Through mental devices, they have to create reason and intellect. So when this state first hit the fallen, they didn’t even realize they were on Aubrahteery. They didn’t actually understand where they were and acted accordingly. Further, where it seemed they were recognizing other angels, they weren’t.

Seraphon thought about the fallen as they left him and took the other Elders. He thought about Aszeireuku and how when he spoke to him, Aszeireuku couldn’t even say Seraphon, not that he had completely forgotten, but that he was trying to actually form it internally enough to say. The mechanics of how to say Seraphon was leaving him. That was the same with how he spoke to the other fallen and how he knew what Aszeireuku meant, only because he felt Aszeireuku’s intention. The names he said were not what he heard, but what he felt the fallen Virtue intended. So, when Seraphon listened to Aszeireuku, Seraphon was actually putting the name with intention of Aszeireuku to the specific angel to which he was talking. Seraphon further thought that what the fallen were actually hearing were the garble of the names he was referencing and then only the directive words. Those specifically, take them.

Seraphon stood. He staggered a brief moment and thought about his fallen counterparts and then his fellow Elders. Then, he reentered the Forest of Nan in a defeated swagger. His wings were limp lumps on his back. He went to the center and entered the Lock. He found solace within the lock, but his angelic tears were streaming down his worn cheeks. The center of the forest was reminiscent of the moments he spent with the Elders only moments ago. He began to work out a scheme to retain the Elders. Then, what it was going to take to battle the fallen eventually on Aubrahteery, and then wherever that might lead. He envisioned one incarnation upon FS-3. One final incarnation is all it would take.

Rekindled

Dehggir found Duerkasiah in Patsi’s Garden among the Baunvidallahs. Patsi’s Garden was named for angel Patsimaeya and the Baunvidallahs were a concept of Aubrahteery flower created by her. Dehggir adored the way she cherished the Baunvidallahs. He knew why. Duerkasiah adored and admired Angel Patsimaeya. Why not? She was a model for her. Probably the most important thing was how Patsimaeya affected her after the fall. It could be said that to a degree, she saved her. Duerkasiah was on the receiving end of the influence of the remaining fallen. This was how and why Dehggir knew of the remaining fallen. They wanted Duerkasiah because if they could get her in their rebellion, it was seen that Dehggir would follow. Dehggir was verging promotion in the angelic ranks, they knew how strong he was, and that would have inhibited their plans. What they did not realize was that their fear of being discovered was that which gave up their position and made Dehggir completely aware.

Dehggir approached her, gently, easily. She was kneeling and he followed in suit. She gazed up at him slowly. She was crying. With tears of his own, he caught one of her angelic tears smoothly, touching her supple angelic cheek. He watched as she tried to smile, but he couldn’t smile. It was then that he caught a glimpse of her angelic strength. So you know? She eyed him and nodded. Hear angelic head felt very heavy with sadness and angelic heartache. Dehggir thought of something as he looked upon his beloved mate. He thought of having to leave her. I was told departure is now. I was heading there. Duerkasiah thought of what her mate said as she stared into his dark blue eyes. I need more time, my beloved. I need more time here in the Garden. I just cannot leave her. Dehggir looked upon his mate. He knew what she meant. She didn’t want to leave the memory of Patsimaeya, as it was her garden. He knew of, or was reminded of what the ole angel was to Duerkasiah. He looked at her with his angelic love for her in his eyes. He wanted to say he wasn’t going. He wanted to, but he knew he must. Duty calls, I apologize, but I must leave. Duerkasiah looked upon her mate. Her tears were incorrigibly out of control. She looked upon him warmly and through her tears. Then, her heavy head fell and she stared at the ground. She whispered something to the ground and the Dansei around her legs, but it was meant for Dehggir. Then she turned her gaze to him. I know, my love. She spoke as clear as she could through her tears and she said a lot more with her clear blue, angelic eyes.

She then stood and Dehggir followed her form erect. They embraced slowly and warmly and as tight as they could. Dehggir thought repeatedly of what a mistake it was that he should be leaving. Then he thought about how he wanted more time with her before he went to FS-3 and they couldn’t have it. It saddened him. He was leaving her. The worst part was for a mission that wasn’t warranted. He thought of the Council. On one hand, it angered him by what they were doing, but mostly it caused his angelic tears. It seemed like the council wasn’t working for the betterment of Aubrahteery or the safety of Ballastine. He thought of Ayerhauk. Something had to be done about him, but with the Seraphim on missions on FS-3, no one could stop him. Let alone the remaining rebellion. Dehggir suddenly felt something he had never felt before on Aubrahteery. He didn’t want to admit that he even felt it. He didn’t want to recognize it, but suddenly it seemed Aubrahteery and Hell is slowly merging. It was an odd sense, akin to the ramblings of the rebellion in its early stages.

Dehggir looked longingly at Duerkasiah as he backed from her. Their hands were the last things to stop touching each other. He eventually flew off in the skies of Aubrahteery to the birthing configurations, only after he endured the mighty Aurok tree that offered him some comfort. Then there were the proctillion assortments that offered him love. It felt good and he anticipated his missing of it and just everything on Aubrahteery. Again, he considered Duerkasiah and the dreaded concept of leaving her. They have never had a separation. Ever! This was a first and he could not fathom it. He would be lost. He knew it. He pondered what else he might lose in going to FS-3. He did not want to lose himself. He did not want Duerkasiah to be without him, but he needed her more. He needed her desperately. He thought of what she would be going through without him. He heard from other angels that had gone to FS-3, and what the fallen are saying about there being no God. It hurt. It hurt like a thousand thoughts from FS-3 that God is not real. It hurt like thousands of cursings in God’s name. Dehggir flew on. He saw something before he reached the land of the Configurations. He landed abruptly. The area was graying somehow. It almost seemed like it was dying. His heart broke that much more in the moment. After much time in the area investigating, he recalled that he had to leave. He thought about something. Then he thought about the Council. If they want me to leave, he thought, then it will be on my terms. He continued to look around for a few moments more. Finally, when he realized there was nothing that could be done, and after realizing the area was dying, he took off for the Configurations.

He reached the configurations… reluctantly. He landed and found the angels of the configurations in venue, however, not prepared to send him to FS-3. It appeared as though they had just finished sending someone. He silently questioned the moments. None of them seemed to question his presence. Suddenly he felt as though they were avoiding him. In addition, there was that negativity that wasn’t akin to Aubrahteery. They were avoiding him. He knew it. He stopped Savareth and asked her why they weren’t prepared to send him. Look Dehggir, I am sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. Further, it is not my fault if you did not get more time to say goodbye to her. I have no answers for you. Dehggir eyed Savareth. He was confused. He stared into her graying eyes. What are you talking about? I said goodbye to her. However, as he thought about it, he never mentioned that he told Duerkasiah there wasn’t enough time to say goodbye. He eyed Savareth and thought of Duerkasiah. No!

In one moment, he completely understood what happened at the Garden. Why didn’t she tell me he pondered? Then again, he thought, I didn’t tell her either, I just assumed she knew it was me. He was taken by tears at the thought. He could have had more time with her! Angelic guilt set in. He allowed himself that. She was worth it. Dehggir considered something deeply. It was the feeling so strong in the knowledge that she had fallen. How could she have had any kind of a connection to the Council enough to take on a mission as that which he thought he knew? It was a hard fact to understand or to know at all. He thought of the seraph again. That damned Seraph! Lastly, Dehggir thought about Duerkasiah with a heavy heart. If she was influenced, and employed at all by the Maetra, then there was for one purpose only this was done. Duerkasiah had been employed as a Succubus. Suddenly, Dehggir felt for the ole seraph and the job he was empowered with. It was easy to create a Succubus, but it was something else to try and undo what the fallen had done in creating one. He hoped Sera’naphsus realized what Duerkasiah had become sooner than later or else the seraph was going to have a harder job when Duerkasiah grew into the Succubus she had become.

At the Home of Rene Thomas Colby…

News on the radio claimed there were some Chinese toys in America being recalled because of the toxicity in the paint. Rene caught bits of the story as he washed dishes. In between that and finishing the dishes, he thought of his friend Tommy he hadn’t seen in a while. Rene and his family at an early age moved from the town they had lived in together for five years as kids. He didn’t know that Tommy had moved to Orlando and they’d been living so close, yet so far away. He wondered how he was doing. He missed him as well as all the other short-lived friendships he had throughout his life with having to move around so much. He eventually finished the dishes and thought briefly of the meeting at the coffee shop he had in an hour. He thought of the night before and that steak dinner with Kayleen. As he considered it, he continued to wipe the counters. He thought of the way he and Kayleen connected in that moment. He thought of Ducainiah again. Somewhere deep within he knew he wasn’t going to find his angelic mate. Suddenly he was taken by the moment there in the kitchen, and his tears of joy at remembering that dream he had not so long ago. He thought of his son quickly. He thought of the name Victor. He thought of how that dream of his son had found his name to be Victor and it hit him. Victor, for his son was another incarnation altogether. Suddenly he realized what the dream meant to him. He turned quickly to the sink to rinse the sponge before he continued to wipe the counter. And, it was in that incarnation that he realized why Arnexxsus was a suitable candidate for a position with the Seraphim.

He thought of his son, Rene Thomas Colby Jr. He thought of how wonderful he is and what he has become. He thought of how proud he is of him. And, then he remembered through what he had been. He saw it all as clear as day. In a former incarnation, his son was Victor Coldichet. Victor Coldichet was a Frenchmen at the turn of the civil war. He was caught in the middle of the battle and amidst a choice. That choice came down to one fact… save the children or save the Blacks. The children were in an orphanage and the Blacks were a colored family across the street from the Orphanage. This street was a dividing line for the battlefield where the south had one side and the north had the other. The Blacks were prisoners of the south’s soldiers and those children were amidst the soldiers from the north. The north commandeered the Orphanage while the south took the Blacks residence. However, each side knew of the other, but saved their efforts for the true fields of battle instead of their own back yards. At night, Victor could hear the screams from the Black’s house and it tortured him. The children of course were sequestered into one room in the Orphanage for their safety. However, Victor could swear he heard screams of both the girls and boys from the Orphanage as well. It seemed like both perverted sides were abusing the situations for their gain.

Rene finished wiping the counters as he saw through his distant memory, what Victor did to save both the children and the Black’s at the same time. And, how he did, it was what Rene was most proud of him for. One night as things were quiet and both sides were fighting, he got the idea to divert their armies from the area by forging two letters of the other side’s supposed plans for movement. When they left their respective headquarters, he freed both the children and the Blacks and they all escaped to free territory to the west. Rene thought further of how he had fought to keep them free and what he had to continue to do on that premise of volatile Indians, but that was another story altogether. Rene let his memory stop when he saw the final act of Victor Coldichet. The Black’s helped with the children until the war finally ended and they could be returned to the safety of their hometown. With that went the knowledge of history as it was or was not written of his son. And, perhaps it was not even on any parchment, or even in some story or even the history books. History was however, written into the depths of the fallen ones who created it. The dark truth of it lied deeply within the memories of those whom it defined most of all. The shame of history is that it has been used to seek personal gain instead of the sharing of truth. History should have been used as a tool from which to learn, but it wasn’t. Rene eyed his watch for long periods. Damn, time is slow, he thought. He wanted to believe it was his watch. Until it was time to meet Lauren, he thought about demonic history on FS-3. He thought of angelic history, which hadn’t been quite as lengthy. He took a mental account of what had transpired. He took in the few memories he had of his own physical history. It was a very short story. Lingering deep within is one sullen fact, and that was which he tried so hard to ignore. This fact was how what he had done in the past wasn’t bridging any gaps between him and those he helped or thought he was at least. But he ignored what that felt like, at least for the moment.

Marney’s coffee shop…

Rene thought again of his son’s back-story as he sat patiently in the coffee shop, which smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and cream. It was warm and cozy. The chair was short but he managed to endure it with his long legs. He straightened his back and rested his head at the top of the backrest, letting the belly time had given him room for life. He eyed the fellow patrons of the coffee house while he twirled the stir stick in the steaming cup. They were scattered and few, but they had substance to them. He felt it. He had been able to feel things lately, things not of him, but others. Actually, his awareness was something he always had, but did not recognize it as his connection to others. He hadn’t been as patient when it came to Ducainiah however. He remained anxiously and impatiently trying to find her. He thought of her with a tear deep inside. She was his longing. She was his lifeblood and she knew it wherever she was. At least he hoped. He held the best in mind for her on her missions, and hoped they weren’t too distracting that she couldn’t feel how much he needed her.

Rene’s thoughts quickly turned to his book. He questioned how he was going to market it. He thought of the decline of his financial situation. He was being pushed to his limits and he knew this. He knew what he stood as Sera’naphsus on Aubrahteery and his strength there, but he thought of the stress from that strength on his form on FS-3 as an incarnate angel without all of his angelic qualities. He knew what he could do with his true form, but that was restricted there on FS-3. He considered his physical failure if more of his true heritage was introduced into his time on FS-3. He put failure out of his thoughts though. He knew what he needed to do. Whatever happened from that, he thought, well, I don’t care. I am going to be whatever I can to do what I need to, he thought further.

Rene had a copy of his book in his bag next to him. It was autographed and awaiting Lauren. Rene thought quickly of Dehggir as he waited for her. For some strange reason Dehggir became the importance in the foreground of his mind. He thought of how Dehggir was going to be his next child. He smiled at the thought and then thought of his newest baby is a girl and definitely not Dehggir. He tried to figure her out, but came short of answers. His mind drifted off and Rene thought of Lauren. He smiled as he thought of the day he met her. It was in a grocery store some time ago. It was a long time ago, but that just could have been the way it seemed. He awaited her. She said she would meet him promptly. He did say it was urgent. She was a thing of her word and she held herself to that.

The sun had been streaming through the window for an hour now and Rene knew it would not be long before Lauren would arrive. He noted his patience for what he had to say. It was like this large lump in his throat he had to clear. Only this time he wasn’t going to choke it down. He was going to let it all out. He was going to foreshadow the coming events that he and Lauren were going to share like a novel for her to read. He was going to tread waters never before endured. At least he hadn’t, but it needed to be done. Lauren was definitely an angel of substance, not to mention the seemingly normal female thing she seemed to be.

He took another sip of the caffeinated liquid before him. He had to sip. It was still hot. The steam warmed his nose and that felt so inviting he had to endure another sip. The cinnamon flavor exploded in his mouth. He basked in the sensation of sweetness and then he replaced the cup on the short and round table before him. He turned slowly and eyed the world outside the glass windows of the coffee shop. He saw the traffic, auto and foot, begin to pickup. Time passed steadily as he waited for her. He stared beyond the huge paned windows and into the moments for her, the one grocery store clerk that became so important to him outside of his need for her in the store.

Suddenly she took form in his distant view outside. She approached solemnly. He eyed her as her feminine hand gently clasped onto the door handle and pulled the door open. She entered timely. He stood and waved to her to disclose his presence. She saw him and smiled. He returned to his seat only after she found the seat adjacent to his at the table. She sat with her purse in her lap. How have you been? Lauren eyed Rene as he spoke. She smiled at first when he asked. She felt his delight for the time they were about to share. She saw it in his eyes and as she thought about it. His eyes were more radiantly blue than they had ever been. She wanted to say she was fine, that everything was all right, but that was contrary to her feelings. However, that was exactly what came from her soft, full lips.

I am fine. She lied and she hoped it wasn’t evident. Rene smiled, but he knew the truth. He knew she wasn’t. He knew many things that were true, but her being fine was not one of them. That was perhaps how she wanted to be, but it wasn’t how she truly felt. He let her words lie where she put them… in the past and the history they just wrote together. Lauren eyed Rene. She could tell something was bothering him. He spoke abruptly before she could inquire to how he was doing.

You know, it hurts to live in two worlds at once. He paused momentarily. She eyed him. She thought she understood, but she wanted to hear it from him. Lauren eyed him continuously for his words. She thought about something. She thought about how well she did to live in her world, let alone someone else’s. She wanted to understand what he meant. Explain. Rene stared into the table as he thought about something. He considered her single word sentence. While he thought about his response, he noticed the cleanliness of the table, and the soft napkins that lay stacked two high beside his cup. Somehow, he noticed there was a problem in the fact that there was only one cup on the table. I apologize, here I have my coffee and you have nothing. Let me get you one. He spoke quietly as he grabbed his cup. He sipped from it. Oh, I am fine. She replied smiling. She stared at him easily, and softly. She wanted to hear him explain what he meant. You’ve got some explaining to do. He eyed her as he thought of how to put it, and he put his cup back slowly on the table. Well, first of all, I know what it takes to exist here and I am doing that. Forget the years before Kayleen. Before I met her, I was a wreck, and a very confused thing. I wasn’t living. I was walking in a daze. My current employer I have had for going on seven years now. I think I have defined my true mental state from what I have done. Not only that, but in the first five years of employment, I got almost a one hundred percent increase over what I got hired in at. He paused to take a sip of his hot, flavored coffee. He looked at Lauren tenderly… endearingly for who she is. She might not have known who and what that is, but he did! He knew her all too well. But I am the same thing that understands his angelic heritage. I know my angelic name. That is the other world I am living in. That is a measure of my strength and a depiction of my class. I am one of the most influential angels there ever will be and that isn’t ego. That is a fact. Only an angel of my class could do what I have done. He paused again thoughtfully. Have you ever heard of empaths? She sat thoughtfully for a brief moment. She considered his question. She knew empathy herself. She guessed she could understand empaths. Yes, I have heard the word used before. Rene felt relieved that she had some basic knowledge of empathy. Well, there is a group of individuals that think they can communicate with angels. They think they are the go betweens for the sick, emotionally and physically. The irony is those individuals are the angels in which they claim to be communicating. That is the power of being here and not necessarily physical, but here. Being here is the problem. And therein lays my problem and how I am living between two worlds.

I think I see. She spoke solemnly as she stared at him with her big brown eyes. He eyed her for her dark hair and paused before he formed another word. I am sure you can relate to a degree or another. Perhaps that is why I have asked to meet with you. She nodded in agreement. She thought about what he said and how she has had her own frustrations with being on such a planet with so much negativity. She too was tired of the crime, how people treated each other. It was disappointing. Rene eyed her. He considered her for her smooth skin, and light makeup. The mood felt light. So then, you see my plight. I see a world that, first, doesn’t have to be. Secondly, I know why the negativity happens at all. It all seems like a bunch of game playing. She thought about something as he spoke. I don’t know why I was thinking about this, but I was reading a book the other day. It was about Slavery and the plight of the Africans back in the day. She spoke smoothly. She also kept her eyes on him.

Oh no, here it comes. H spoke with a grin and a smirk. She thought about his response and became confused by his gait. His deep blue eyes were distracting. What? She spoke as she eyed him. She returned his humorous smirk. Rene then, just looked at her while grinning. He thought about something and thought of what he could say. Oh, just the conversation about something that never happened. He finished speaking and laughed quietly.

What? She stared at him lightly, and he had his eyes on her. Lauren moved her purse from her lap to the table. She looked at him with her hand still on her purse. He began to speak when she pulled her hand away from her inexpensive handbag. Slavery never happened. Not as it was depicted. He spoke frankly. He then paused a moment. He thought she wouldn’t understand what he meant. Most people didn’t when they heard him say things like that. And, that was part of the reason why Rene felt alien to the planet. Lauren stared at him. She kept quiet so he could continue.

Rene eyed her as he resituated himself in his chair. He took up his paper cup and drank from it. He spoke as he returned it to the table. What was supposedly slavery was nothing more than the early infiltration into the democracy that these states have become. Early Africans had it bad yes, but they saw a way out of Africa and took it. They wanted their piece of the New World, but that was never written. That was left out because it didn’t fit with the slave stories, which would have gained them sympathy. The only reason chains were applied to them were that the whites didn’t trust them. Slavery was nothing more than a promise by the Africans to pay the debt off for the ride to the New World. Don’t get me started on the New World Order. By the way, that is where that concept actually started… from the New World, the settlers were starting by coming to the lands now called North America. Anyway, they wanted out of Africa. And what was once a promise by the whites to free them after their debt was paid, turned into a sadistic terrorizing of the supposed slaves, by the supposed owners. He paused briefly, thoughtfully. What was left out of the history books was the part about how much better the supposed slaves had it after they came to the new world compared to what they had back in Africa. Think about this too. The term slave was actually used to define the situation, not necessarily the actual slave. At least it should have been. Instead, written within the history books it was a self-proclamation by the slave of his or her position. This is all said on the premise of more credit being given the Africans more than they had ever been given. The Africans back then were more knowledgeable that they let on about their place on this ball. Not only that, but the term slave actually began with the Slavic people way before the Africans. Lauren listened to him and considered what he said. So what about how they were treated by others during and after they were no longer indentured servants. Lauren asked him as if she was trying to understand what he meant. Rene appeared to be thinking as she looked at him. He thought about what he really needed to talk to her about. He considered the current topic of discussion, and waited for the right moment to change the subject. He needed to remind her that she is an angel. He sat thoughtfully another moment before he spoke again. Rene looked in her brown eyes as he thought of what to say. Well, that was mere rage within the ranks of demons and the fighting therein of which they were famous for. There were certain demons incarnate that felt threatened by the fact that their comrades from the African region were in the new world. It was a matter of changing the guard so to say. African influence and the demons in charge of it were supposed to remain there. Alternatively, so it was thought. Demons in the New World were angered by the fact that there were certain ones that could do what they wanted to do. Lauren eyed him confidently. So, you are saying that segregation was a battle between demons. Rene thought about what she said as he looked warmly at her. Yes! Rene spoke and then paused. He considered something. He eyed her. She was looking radiant that day. He thought of something and began to speak again. Hatred of any kind is a Demonic trait and trade. Mere weaker fallen ones are more apt to accept others in all colors and nationalities. It is a simple matter of fact. There is more comradery among the lower ranks. However, there are exceptions to every rule. Rene paused as he thought about something. He thought about how it was written that the civil war was to abolish slavery. Further, did you realize the Civil war was not over slavery? Abraham Lincoln did not free the slaves until after the war had started. Abraham Lincoln used them as a tool. The shocking thing was his reason. He only did it to raise a bigger army. He let blacks join and that was really how the North won. Lauren eyed Rene. She took in what he was saying. Rene looked between her and the table. He continued to speak. However, this was not what I had in mind to talk to you about. I apologize. I got sidetracked. He smiled as he picked up his cup. He had a quick thought he needed to share. He had to tell her. Just then, her cell phone rang. No, Rene thought, as he considered what he wanted to say next. He smiled curtly as she spoke again. I apologize, Rene, but I have to answer it.

Rene withdrew his cup solemnly, nodded, and smiled a friendly passive eye. The last thing he needed to do was tell a woman of her importance she wasn’t allowed to answer her cell phone. He sat back in his chair. He reclined easily. He watched her demeanor and the ease of her words. At least he was third party to a pleasant conversing female with some other on the line that seemed directed by her words.

I will be in as soon as I can. That’s the best I will do. Rene smiled, hearing her supervisory tone as he looked through the glass panes between him and the world outside. He thought of his days as a manager. He didn’t miss them. He did miss the employees, but it was amazing how his position seemed to separate him from the employees.

He noticed Lauren hung up her phone. She appeared discouraged. It was an awkward moment. Then Rene knew.