The Essences: The Epic Trilogy

By Daniel A. Reyes

The Essences are four unique weapons of incredible power and good, created by God, and given to His four Generals, the Archangels, to reign over His creations.

A dark prophecy exists, stating that if the Essences become separated from the bond of their four owners, then a dark time of great strife would ensue.

Follow the footsteps of

• Language: English
• Publisher: TOPLINK PUBLISHING, LLC
• Release date: Mar 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781950540402

Daniel A. Reyes

From the Author Writing this book was a very fun process for me. It is on a subject matter that I am very passionate about. I always read books about theology, but nothing fulfilled me. The Essences is the perfect Historical fiction book mixed with Christian Theology. About the Author Daniel A. Reyes is a young creative writer born in La Paz, Bolivia. Since 2004, he has been residing in Morgan Hill, California, a suburb of San Jose. Daniel or "Danny," as he is known by, graduated from Santa Clara University (SCU) with a bachelor's degree in Biology, but has always had a passion and an aptitude for creative writing. Danny is also a keen musician, occasionally performing in local venues throughout the Bay Area, alongside his siblings in their Alternative Rock band, "The Figureheads." He also has a passion for learning languages and more so, he is an avid Bay Area sports fan, having played several sports himself. As a young professional, Daniel has had extensive experience with all types of research and sales, in both academia and industry. His experience helped him gather pertinent information to structure "The Essences series." With his knowledge of both science and Religion, he has fused a potential bestseller, modernizing the original antagonist and protagonist dynamic with a time-warping twist. The Essences first started as a movie script, which shows its potential for the big screen. With over ten years of planning and writing his initial drafts, Reyes puts forth a new understanding of angels and an epic of good and evil.

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The Essences

BOOK 1 OF THE EPIC SERIES

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BY

Daniel A. Reyes

NARRATED BY THE ANGEL, URIEL.

TO MY FAMILY,

WHO I LOVE AND CARE FOR VERY MUCH

Contents

ONE

The Lunartic

TWO

Uriel and the Four Gallants Summoned

THREE

The Four Essences United

FOUR

Watchful in the Garden of Eden

FIVE

The Golden Tree of Knowledge

SIX

Following What Was Promised

SEVEN

Humans Will Not Be Animals

EIGHT

A Conscientious Gift

NINE

The Game of Dice in Paradise

TEN

When Love Means War

ELEVEN

Guardian Angels

TWELVE

Serious Doubts and Loaded Questions

THIRTEEN

Off to Ignite His Flame

FOURTEEN

To Serve or Not to Serve

FIFTEEN

The Collection

SIXTEEN

Recovery

SEVENTEEN

Into the Depths of the World

EIGHTEEN

Project Mariam

NINETEEN

Lucifer’s Throne

TWENTY

Into the Den

TWENTY-ONE

The Rematch

TWENTY-TWO

Tunnel Vision

TWENTY-THREE

Back Where We Started

TWENTY-FOUR

Settling the Score

About The Author

The Essences

BOOK 1 OF THE EPIC SERIES

Chapter 1

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The Lunartic

The Cherub angel, Beelzebub, lands on the surface of the moon. He just came from the earth via an incredible rainbow path, which has transported him here. Beelzebub’s complexion is darker than ever, having drastically darkened, just as my being has also gradually blackened as of late. Maybe it is just the darkness of space, which makes him look so op aque.

The odd friends, Beelzy and Lucifer, seem to be here to meet under the cover of darkness, and I am there just as an onlooker of sorts.

Beelzy seems to be in no rush to meet with his friend. He walks toward him who is already sitting, waiting impatiently on top of a large meteorite. Yet Lucifer is in a hurry, he goes straight to the point, moving fast, brusquely saying with his calm voice, "I will speak very clearly... I want you to mobilize the Cherubs and Seraphs immediately, Beelzy...

"For starters, I want your troop of Watchers on earth to be my new brigade in charge of thwarting this project Mariam that the Creator has envisioned and plagued the future with…

"Your Watchers shall alas be known by their new code name, as the Incubus, or Incubus-Watchers, instead of this plain and ridiculous Watcher name that the Creator has given them, and they shall corrupt and haunt human dreams...

"It should be you and I both together, brothers in arms, joined in this worthy mission of defiance against the Creator..."

A different crazier voice comes from Lucifer, silently saying, We need our old friend, Beelzebub, we need him! Use him!

Lucifer hushes his own craziness, creepily singing under his breath, Silence! Shut up! Shut up, be quiet, shut up!

Clearing his voice, he points down to earth and continues saying, "You already have the allegiance of our very finest legions in Eden and on earth, these Watchers. If you are their true commander, turn their allegiance to me! Easy enough, right?

They love you so much… If you would be thrown from here, the Watchers would catch you! Implying, menacingly, that he could be the one to throw him from the face of the moon, as Lucifer threatens, revealing his red-jeweled trident weapon...

Then, his calmer self clarifies, saying, I would catch you too!

Beelzebub, still not accustomed to his friend’s freshly exhibited multiple personalities, says, But…

This one word response ruffles Lucifer’s feathers, as he growls in fury, NO BUTS... Just do it! Just do it! JUST DO IT!

Beelzebub, now trembling and stuttering, responds, I c-c-cannot! All this s-said, I thought S-Sodoma was to be your General, n-not me!

"Sodoma, pfff, I no longer owe her anything!

"Sodoma is weak, and she has already failed me several times throughout time... I know she will ultimately let me down… You, on the other hand, are a strong and beautiful genius…

Lucifer uses his flattery to try and convince Beelzy. You shall have a palace... That is what you want, is it not?

Using the power of his weapon, his Essence, The Trident of Persuasion, Lucifer conjures high-definition mirages of temptations in a red cloud for Beelzy to visualize, desire, crave, and reach after; these red visions are of Beelzy and his beloved couple, Dumah, happier than ever all because of his allegiance to Lucifer. Many of the temptations he forges, although grandiose, begin to look and sound like the empty promises he has also enticed me with recently.

From our post on top of the moon, Lucifer shows him the earth, temptingly pointing down to it and saying, All this I will give you, if you will bow down and worship me.

Beelzy, timidly, says, W-Worship the L-L-Lord your God, and serve H-Him o-only! I d-d-do not want a-an-anything! Even if I were to a-accept, what am I to t-tell the W-Wa-Wa-Watchers?

He is courageous to stand up to his friend.

Lucifer says, "Leave that up to me, we will just tell them the truth...

If you feel like taking the initiative, tell them you are their new General, their new Gallant, and I am their new supreme leader, no longer a Gallant, no longer an Archangel, but higher, a supreme being. See? There is a promotion in store for both of us! Tell them God does not exist! That will be a kick! as skepticism sets in.

A paranoid and contradicting voice comes from Lucifer, correcting, HE DOES EXIST!

Beelzy, with a trembling leg, agrees with the voice of reason, saying, But God d-d-does exist, and you were a-a-always the Lord’s right hand a-angel, you were always our l-leader! They have all seen the One, True, God, f-felt Him, and sh-shared with H-Him. You cannot f-fool them... So how can I t-t-tell them that H-H-He does not exist? Beelzy now looks as though he is in decaying pain.

Lucifer says, "How can you say that I was their leader? I was never their leader! The Creator would like you to think that I was their commander, but it has always been Him pulling all the strings, making all the calls…

Yes, the angels know He exists, but believe me when I say that God can be replaced with many other worldly things; with material possessions, pleasure, greed, hate, lust, passion, revenge, persuasion, sin! And these things will keep them just as busy as the Creator would!

His eerie alter voice again blurts out in chant, That’s what I like, that’s what I like, SIN, SIN!

When Beelzebub notices that his friend is being cold and callous, he goes back to speaking militarily, like a soldier would speak to a General, loudly saying, NO! THIS-IS-NOT-RIGHT! I-CAN-NOT! NO-THING-CAN-RE-PLACE-GOD! YOU-WOULD-LIKE-THEM-TO-BE-LIEVE THAT-THESE-THINGS THAT-YOU-LIST CAN-RE-PLACE-GOD, BUT-THEY-CAN-NOT! His bold courage has been found; his stutter has vanished.

Lucifer, bothered, says, No?!

Beelzy literally plays devil’s advocate. He is the first to ever do this, saying, "WHY-WOULD-THEY-LISTEN-

TO-THOSE-LIES-FROM-ME?"

I would make them listen to you!

Beelzy, objecting again, says, But…

Menacingly, Lucifer cuts him off, saying, NO?! BUT!? I DO NOT LIKE THESE WORDS, BEELZEBUB!

The other nicer Lucifer, tenderly says, It’s ok… as he shakes nervously to his core.

Lucifer hates when angels give excuses or use the words, But or No. Always used to getting what he wants with the power of persuasion from his trident, he does not take kindly to the word, No.

Lucifer breathes deeply to get a grip of himself and regain composure, giving in to ease the tension, he says, They do not have to serve me; they just have to follow me and I shall free them…

Beelzebub says, Free them, how? You would have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide… There is no place you can go where God will not see you!

"That is not true! He would also like you to think that. I have managed to elude the Creator and my putrid brothers, the Gallants, thus far…

I will let you in on a secret… I plan on staying in Heaven. I just wish to make a few minor command changes.

Seeing right through the wicked plan, Beelzebub says, Minor changes? If you would change me as the Watcher’s commander, then that would be a minor change… Attempting to overthrow God and your brother Gallants is not a minor change! It is a foolish and impossible endeavor, regardless of what weapons you think you may possess… You have another thing coming if you think that angels would ever betray the Almighty.

Lucifer says, As you know, I can be pretty persuasive. Even the Creator can be persuaded! Watch and learn!

Spinning his weapon confidently and staring at the three tips, he reiterates, We can be pretty persuasive, referring to his manifested alter egos that seem to be stemming from his trident.

Beelzy interjects, "If you think you can persuade God, you are mistaken! As you just said, every time you thought you persuaded God; maybe that is what He wanted you to believe...

Since persuasion is your weapon, why do you not lead the Watchers yourself? You do not need me!

Lucifer, desperate, explains, "I will let you in on my plans a little more extensively...

I need those legions and I need unlimited access to earth. Your Watchers are the only ones who can break the curfew. Since they can stay on earth as long as they want, I need them to search without rest for something there. As Watchers, they have sight that extends everywhere, and my trident shall amplify their powers and alas upgrade them to Incubus-Watchers…

Beelzy says, Many have already broken the curfew. I am assuming they are already your angels.

Lucifer, the proud, says, "My angels? I don’t have any of those! I have some angels sympathetic to my cause, one’s that can think outside the box, but that is about it. The Creator is the only one who has angels enslaved…

And, you know that every single one of your Watchers is still loyal to the Creator. Those who have broken the curfew, sympathetic to my cause or to my persuasion, cannot enter Eden, and I need them there! This is where the Incubus-Watchers shall come in…

Beelzebub asks, What do you need the Watchers to look for anyway? And, you must know that not even the Watchers can see into the forbidden area of Eden, where I think you wish for your search to be focused.

Satan will reveal nothing more of his plan, and brushing off inquiries, he says, "I am a busy soul… I cannot do too many things at a time and multi-task... It will be uplifting for them to see us, friends, united…

Consumed by his pride, taking over, and further monopolizing the conversation, Lucifer says, "If you wish to know THE ESSENCE of what I seek on earth, a very specific artifact, then join me…

"I have already thoroughly searched for the relic myself, but I was unsuccessful because I grew impatient, and I lacked time. The curfew always stifles my quest!

"It is a joke what the Creator always tells us, Seek and ye shall find, for I have sought but not found!"

He then sticks out his trident and with a slithery tongue, says, Join our cause!

Another one of his arrogant personalities, says, I am doing nothing wrong… I am following the Creator’s example of staying put in his tabernacle box and attempting to do as little as possible, nothing! And He treats others as slaves.

"You dare to say our Lord does nothing? I think you mean He does everything! God has created you! Is that nothing? Are you nothing?

How can you say we are slaves? We are free! You have become the slave of your own passions, Beelzy says caringly and addressing Lucifer´s concerns in order.

Knowing that Beelzebub is right, but still not admitting it, Lucifer says, The Creator likes to control things! He is a control freak! I will give you that! But, I am growing sick of your objections! Stop it! He bumps his own head with his trident as if telling the voices to also shut up!

For once, the timid Beelzy stands up to Lucifer, this time with all his might, resolutely, putting his foot down, saying, Well, my friend, this is where we part ways then… because I too am sick of you and your scheming!

Fearing the worst, and afraid of losing his allegiance, Lucifer stands down a bit. Beelzy also calms down, wishing to not lose his friendship…

Lucifer, calmly and reassuringly, says, Plus, I must admit… you were right in what you know about my following... I already have my faithful cohorts, those who are tired of doing His bidding... sick of all that Divine Providence, sick of the dogma, sick of His plans, and of the tyranny. All I need is someone other than me to lead them. Is this too much to ask?

His followers, the one’s he only calls sympathetic to his cause, begin to ominously arise from the caves and valleys of the moon, numbering in the hundreds of thousands…

Desperately pleading and manipulatively alluding to Beelzy’s compassion, Satan looks at Beelzebub with reproach. He also hopes that his large numbers will be a convincing display of his might, or at the very least they will be intimidating, forcing him to convert to his rebellious cause.

Beelzebub, regimentally, says, I cannot! I WILL NOT! Those who are sick of serving, grow a sickness of their own.

In a menacing way, Lucifer points his trident at him and yells, YOU WILL!

Beelzebub yells back, I WILL NOT! Have you thought about the consequences?

The conversation has become a volatile screaming contest that could escalate pretty quickly, with tensions at an all-time-high.

"WHAT CONSEQUENCES? The Gallants are His power! His Essences are His power! AND I AM THE NEW MASTER OF THE ESSENCES! For as you know, I have stolen my brother’s three Essences! And, I am an ex-Gallant, so I know what it takes to be victorious…

"His legions of Angelic Hosts, His Cherubs and Seraphs, are His might, and soon with my new Essences, I will be the master of the Angelic Hosts, the Angelic armies…

If I take away all of that from Him, from them, He has no power. He lies idle in a golden box, pointing fingers… WELL, NO MORE!

CALM DOWN, he says loudly to himself.

Soon… soon enough… It is just a matter of time and patience until I gain what I have set out to accomplish, and I control time, although I do admit I could use some more patience…

Beelzebub exclaims, "YOU ARE WRONG! THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES TO EVERYTHING! All He does is love, and expects so little in return. I CANNOT AND WILL NOT!

"I never thought I would be the wisest between the two of us, but that day has now come…

"I do not care about your plans! I am just here to ensure you return the Essences you have stolen, that is my primary mission. Return Michael´s blue Sword of Justice and Mercy! Return Gabriel´s green Shield of Good News!

"And you do not possess Raphael´s purple Staff of Souls, so you are not the master of all the Essences because you still lack the fourth Essence."

The once insecure Beelzy has now become the stable secure rock in the friendship. He has had enough, now turning his back, paying his friend with the same medicine Lucifer once paid God in the Palace, and now he begins to exit...

As soon as Beelzebub turns his back to leave, Lucifer levitates above the moon, and backed by his legions of rebels, he uses his trident to conjure an enigmatic purple mist. He engulfs himself in this bright purple haze. How is the residue of his trident purple? His trident should only emit the color red true to his nature, and the staff of souls only emits purple. But I cannot see the staff anywhere! Alas, it dawns on me! Does he now possess the staff of souls too? Did he finally acquire the fourth and final Essence just as he claimed? Yet, it is still possible that I missed something and that he has managed to get ahold of the staff somehow, just as he has obtained the sword of justice and mercy, and the shield of good news, even though everyone thought the staff to be safely guarded in the hands of its owner, the youngest Archangel, Raphael.

The purple mist that I see is clearly spewing out from his trident and not from the staff, but maybe the staff is shrunken and concealed here somewhere. I am mystified and cannot discern this! This display of power is meant to be food for Beelzy’s thought and for my own too; This is probably his response to his friend’s speculation that he does not own all of the Essences.

As he walks away, Beelzebub thinks the same way I do, he is curious, wondering if Lucifer now possesses the staff. He knows just as I do that if his friend truly is the master of the four Essences, then he is a force to be reckoned with, and not many would dare oppose him. I know that Beelzebub would have to seriously reconsider joining him, but I would never join him!

After the ominous purple cloud has charged bright enough, with all of his hate, he then uses his three-pronged Essence to bring down a meteor shower from a nearby comet onto his friend. With a simple circling wave of his trident, he forges chaos in the universe... If he cannot have Beelzy´s allegiance, then neither will God! What started as an innocent display of his purple energy has now become an imminent menace to Beelzy; that is how dangerous pride can be!

Beelzy runs and dodges many of the meteorites, as the surrounding rebels rejoice in this spectacle of lights and flares. This violence is a mistake on Lucifer´s part because even after refusing to join him, I can tell that for the first time, Beelzy had actually seriously considered joining him, especially after seeing the raw purple power, which is a sign that Lucifer is truly the master of the Essences. Lucifer’s large troop numbers were also very convincing, but the fragments of rock, which now rain down on Beelzy, do not help Lucifer’s cause. How can Beelzy join the one who attacks him for no good reason?

He continues to bring the debris tumbling down in hordes of thousands. Big and small, the first craters on the moon are created. Some of the fragments fall with the force of enormous explosions. Many are even ricocheted down to earth...

Since the meteors do not hit Beelzy, Lucifer tries harder, bringing entire comets and asteroids towards his friend´s position.

Beelzy prays to obtain his armor and so it appears, and he is now stellarly covered in it.

Lucifer screams, SPIKE-ARMOR! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! as if he were acutely allergic to being in the armor’s midst, as he takes a few steps back and covers his face out of disgust.

I look at his spike-armor and my own identical one, realizing that if I look half as good as Beelzy, then I look really sharp, although I do not know why I would be thinking such vain thoughts...

I am quickly awoken from my daydreaming, and I jump out of the way of an enormous rock that disintegrates on the surface after nearly hitting me. I am now attentive, solely focused on the chaos that ensues, seeking cover and fighting off the falling fragments, splitting them in half with my club whenever I can. Lucifer and Beelzy could not find me but the debris has done the job that they could not. One enormous piece grazes me but because of my spike-armor I withstand the less harsh impacts.

Both our twin spike-armor’s illuminate to cover us in a luminous aura, much like the one Lucifer had just covered himself in, but not purple. The auras protect us almost completely, pulverizing many of the rock particles that target us, turning them into grainy sand before they strike us.

One of the biggest asteroids hits the moon; it explodes and gouges out an enormous crater in the South Pole, it even gruesomely kills off a good portion of the rebels. Unfortunately, I knew many of these rebellious angels, they were once my friends, some even my pupils, but led astray. Lucifer does not care about the loss of these souls. Some of his surviving and cowering subordinates disappear into the depths, like ants into an anthill, taking cover from the chaos above. Others, more committed, stay at their insane commander’s side.

After the asteroid hits the moon, it bounces off, pushing the moon off its orbit and moving it closer to the earth. Like two marbles colliding, the moon and the asteroid ram with the force of fury and fire.

But it is not over yet. Many of the asteroid´s biggest fragments now head down in a direct trajectory toward the world, racing and picking up speed with ominous power.

After several instances of using our speed, diving to the side, and eluding the projectiles and debris, Beelzy and I manage to get away from the attack unscathed, although none of these projectiles were meant for me because I think they are both still unaware of my presence among them.

With the unpredictability of his unstable purple power, one of the meteors now almost hits Satan; this makes him even madder and somewhat worried about the instability of his newly acquired powers.

Furious, he yells, BEELZY! NO MORE OF THIS! JOIN ME!

Then, his more sensible personality warns Beelzy, yelling, TAKE COVER, MY FRIEND, I WILL TRY AND STOP ALL OF THIS!

When enough space is between them, Beelzy now does the incredible; he throws himself off the moon, jumping to epic heights, propelling himself into the darkness of space, floating with no help of his usual mode of transportation, the rainbow path, to guide him. It seems like he attempts the most heroic action, sacrificing his life to try and stop the huge asteroid that is now accelerating on a collision path towards the earth, risking it all to stop the asteroid. I say that his action is heroic and risky for his wings do not function for flight, and so in throwing himself off the moon, with no rainbow path to guide him, he leaves himself vulnerable to the will and whim of the treacherous space.

I, the intrepid Cherub angel, Uriel, attempt to do the same as Beelzy, jumping off the moon, and I try to help him in his mission to stop the destruction that this massive object could possibly ensue on the newly created world.

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Chapter 2

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Uriel and the Four Gallants Summoned

How could it have come to this? Not so long ago, things were very different in Heaven, peaceful and serene, but now I am witnessing what I thought to be impossible, the possible destruction of God´s most beloved creation, the material earth, the world… Fire, ashes, perdition, and many of my rebellious brethren have already been lost to this first clash on the moon… yet with this loss of life, the rebellious one already calls it a vic tory…

Now I know what is meant by the very profound message of warning that I was given, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Indeed it is! I cannot help but think that my own good intentions are also cemented here on this path.

This destruction on the moon is where defiance to God leads… Many would wrongfully call this the wrath of God, but God did not do this. He had nothing to do with this, but we did! This is the saddest, most devastating, episode in my angelic existence. Tears of excruciating grief running down my face, yet there is still hope… I can still make my mark, helping cure some of this, while preventing the destruction of the earth and the destruction of the angelic race, all in one…

All of this is happening because of, The Essences, four unique weapons of incredible power and good, created by God and given to each of His four Generals, the Archangels or Gallants.

Together, from oldest to youngest, Satan’s three-tipped, Trident of Persuasion, Michael’s zigzagged, Sword of Justice and Mercy, Gabriel’s double-angel, Shield of Good News, and Raphael’s twisted, Staff of Souls, are weapons of immense power, yielded by God to impart His authority, enforce His will, and to show his love for His creations. The Archangels are seemingly powerless without them. These four weapons are venerated and known as The Essences.

But, I cannot entirely blame the Essences for this debauchery! It is really all because of Satan, the eldest of the Archangels, whose ambition and pride is solely focused on kick-starting a very dark prophecy.

Because in one of the many stories depicted on the murals of God´s Paradise Palace, there is an unspeakable prophecy, which has also circulated among the choirs of angels… it involves the Essences… a prophecy of a dark time to come. It is really more of a dark omen of which the origin is debated upon, but once the omen spread, it took over the creation faster than light…

An unbelievable time of great strife and choosing…

A fall and a falling out…

The Essences will play a major role in this black foretelling.

But to stop this prediction from coming true, the Essences must never be separated from the four Gallants. The four Archangels must always remain united.

He who possesses the Essences shall have the power of God, unite the angels, and end this time of obscurity.

And even though there is a dark prophecy, we do not let it worry us or dictate our lives, although in retrospect, we probably should have! Because now the dark prophecy is one step closer to being fulfilled and it is not looking good for anyone!

But who shall ultimately win in this first skirmish of the Heavenly rebellion? God’s faithful angelic Hosts? Or the rebel ones? It is unclear, but it is done! I think I know where this all started… I think I know where it all went wrong...

I shall backtrack to the past and show you the day this all started, from the beginning, when…

Not too long ago, The Almighty God summoned His four Archangels to His Palace in Heaven. It was for a very special occasion, a celebration. This day, today, is the day in which the universe is created. I have just witnessed with amazement how matter is formed and put into existence; call it the big bang if you will, but it is so much more than just that. Particles and spectacle of pure inconceivable energy in the air… It is power, colors, and indescribable love, splattered all over a blank canvas.

Let us make the Heavens and the earth, God passionately said.

For me, especially, it is a day of great importance, a day of great honor and privilege, because I too have been summoned to the house of the Lord. How could it be that, I, Uriel, an angel with no particular stature, have also been summoned to the meeting with God’s most important angels? I ask myself, what could be the reason that I may be included in such an exalted gathering? Soon, I will find out and no doubt it shall be glorious!

Until that moment comes, I diligently prepare my Archangel’s armor and weapon for this meeting with God. I always spend many hours polishing his sword, leaving no blue sapphire without luster and no golden or silver edge left deprived of gloss. I take my time to inspect it in the gleaming light. I know this is no small feat, paying attention to detail, taking special care of the ordinary things, even now when I know that this weapon is by no means small or lacking importance. This lofty sword that I hold is no ordinary sword; it is a well-known super weapon, crafted by God, in which He shares His inalienable powers with His angels. It belongs to my commander, the Archangel or Gallant, Michael. The weapon even has a name; it is called, "The Sword of Justice and Mercy," and it is inscribed in the blade.

In just a few moments, he, my good pal, my mentor, the Archangel, Michael, shall enter this room and will be covered with this armor from wings to toes. The armor and weapons of an Archangel are especially important because they are, at glance, what differentiate them from us, Cherubs… Cherubs, we are gray angels of lesser superiority and stature, in both rank and size.

Under the tutelage of my master, Michael, and this sword, I was once taught the art of battle just as most angels were. This is fitting because both Michael and this sword jointly created the art of combat.

Just as I