Black Wings; The Rebellion Begins

By Dalton Carmon

Every living thing will one day die. This fact of life has haunted the dreams of every Mortal to ever live. Every plant, animal, and even the planet itself will one day die. Death stalks the spiritual paths we all take. And as long as finite creatures knew of Death, there has been stories of the Death Angel, the Grim Reaper, and countless other names for this spiritual entity.

Psalm 23:4- Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Journey back in time to before the beginning, and meet The Nameless, an Angel who has no wings, no name and no mission yet from his creator, The Celestial Titan. He roams the Spirit World meeting the Archangels and talking to his friends and allies, all of whom will play a part the future of the Mortals.

As the date grows near for the Mortals to be placed on the Planet, an unknown Angel breaks a statue dedicated to the Titan. The Nameless watches as the City of Angels begins to descend into chaos. The Archangels, Patience, Kindness, Temperance, Humility, Charity, Diligence, Chastity and Alphanil, begin to act differently towards him. The Nameless begins to worry that his fate may be tied up in all the anarchy.

With little warning, a war erupts in Heaven. A rebellion against the Titan and the natural order of the Spirit World. As The Nameless enters the battle, he tries to understand not only why the rebellion started, but also what his role is? He begins to understand who he is, what he will become.

Taking cues from Biblical scripture, tradition, folklore, theology and mythology, this novella crafts a one-of-a-kind look into the loss of innocence that helped shape our own fall. Read Black Wings: The Rebellion Begins, to embark on the beginning of the world, the beginning of the war in Heaven, and the beginning of our end.

His name will be Death. This is his story.

The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings. - John Bright

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Dalton Carmon
• Release date: Jul 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005741624

Book preview

Listen to my story…

All in all, this is probably my last chance to tell someone…

At least someone on this side…

I’ll tell you everything I can…

It is a long story…

But I’m told it’s important….

I don’t know what will happen next…

I have my assumptions, and they are not good…

It doesn’t have a lot of happy moments…

But it’s my story…

And I’ll share it with anyone who wants to hear…

So, if you still want to…

Listen to my story…

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Table of Contents

(0) Prologue…

I (1) The Nameless…

II (2) Rifts…

III (3) The Hole in The Forest…

IV (4) The Rebellion…

V (5) The Last Angel…

VI (6) Schism…

VII (7) Death…

Another Drink…

Dedication

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Prologue…

Valhalla was filled with people and creatures, bustling around, eating, drinking, talking. The huge place which could hold thousands was filled to the brim. Almost every table had at least five people around it, drinking and laughing as they talked and told war stories from their own lives.

My biggest fight was after the land was saved, one man said darkly. It was against my own brother…

I had to fight Shadows… which may not sound tough, but you would be surprised, another man commented.

You?

Me? Uh… well I fought, and I died… But so did my enemy, so it all worked out, this hero said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

That’s one way to look at it, I guess, one commented, taking a long drink of water. You were also a Dusk Child?

Yeah, he nodded.

At another table, others talked.

The Darkness did not allow him in, so I knew he was not ready.

All I wanted was to protect her. I never would have expected to be here. But… she is too, so I’ll continue to fight.

I for one am just happy to fight beside my rival again. I have been in training for this very battle for so long, one said, his voice calm and soothing.

Indeed! We shall again draw our weapons together! another agreed, his voice loud and excited.

I certainly never would have expected this, a woman said. And to be put in charge of a group?

Well Sis, you were the author of a book on war and tactics, a man countered.

I suppose…and it was co-author.

Close enough, the brother said with a huff.

Perhaps.

As the talking continued, Valhalla grew louder as more heroes from times past filed in. Yet in one corner of the room, there was a small table. At it sat an older man, writing on paper. He was silent, his eyes focused on the task before him.

Wearing comfortable but respectable traveling clothes, his hand flew across the paper, his handwriting was neat, small, and readable despite the speed with which he wrote. He looked up each time someone came in, his eyes widening often as he stared at the people.

Across the table was another man, looking disinterested, but also irritated by the loud noises around him. He closed his eyes, squinting them slightly, as if his head were hurting. A black sash covered his eyes, yet his expression could be seen.

His tattered black clothes hid his lithe body, and his black hair covered some of his face. Through the sash, he raised his head and looked at the writing man.

What did you want from me? The man with the sash asked.

The writer looked up, I’m sorry. I am almost finished with the last account.

The other shrugged, Take your time. Yet his movements betrayed he was on edge.

After a moment more, the writer looked up, I am sorry for the delay.

The man with the sash nodded, It’s okay. We have time.

The writer stuck out his hand, I am TheLegendNomad.

They shook hands.

I collect stories. I have done so all my life, TheLegendNomad said. But never did I imagine such a place as this. It is wonderful!

The man with the sash nodded, For someone like you, is this a wonderful place or just work overload?

Both, The LegendNomad admitted.

The man with the sash chuckled.

TheLegendNomad nodded, Now, may I ask your name, just so we’re clear?

I am Death.

Death?

Death, he nodded. The Angel of Death, The Grim Reaper… the whisper of fear in your ear when you feel your life is slipping away, the chill that runs up your spine when you’re alone at night, yet you feel yourself being watched… I am Death. I am the creature that severs the bond between body and soul, and leads the soul to where it belongs.

TheLegendNomad nodded, writing, And will you tell me your story?

Death leaned back, his sash not hiding his surprise, I… have been around for a long time. My story is long.

TheLegendNomad nodded, I am sure. But as you said, we have time.

Death bit his lip, and nodded, Okay… I guess.

TheLegendNomad smirked in a friendly way, Good, I thank you. Your story will no doubt be a great addition to my collection.

Death shook his head, I am not sure… but I was told it was important, he paused. A friend I trust said so.

Death’s friend? TheLegendNomad nodded with a small smile. What a character that must be.

Yeah…

Tell me then.

Are you sure? As I said, it is long. I have been around since before The Rebellion.

That is a long time… mused TheLegendNomad, twirling his quill in his nimble fingers.

The world is old, Death sighed. And tired… it is so very tired… like me, he shook his head slowly. It has seen… so much pain.

This planet is close to resting, I am told, TheLegendNomad pried, edging the angel forward.

Death nodded slowly, It is… it has been going on and on for countless years, millennia upon millennia… But soon it will rest. Soon all will fall silent, and it will rest, and be able to know true peace. The words seemed to make Death uncomfortable.

TheLegendNomad nodded, thinking over all the stories he had collected, It too has seen countless wars.

Death sighed, Countless wars and countless evils. Every generation it seems was fated to fight a new evil or create one for the next one. It was… exhausting. It is exhausting… the fight is not over. In a way this is the fight, the last one, the big one. The one everyone has been preparing for. The last big breath before the plunge.

TheLegendNomad wrote some stuff down quickly yet his eyes remained trained on the angel before him, Well, we do not have to go through this. I have many other stories to collect if this is too painful.

Death looked up and seemed to smirk. Painful? his voice betrayed amusement at the words. No, not much is painful to me, not anymore, he took a long drink of water, his throat showed how he drank in large gulps.

TheLegendNomad wrote some more, before looking back up. Finally, Death sat his glass down. The two stared at each other, the noise of the surrounding tables and the music that drifted through the air was seemingly forgotten by the two. They were lost in their conversation now, and all else seemed unimportant.

It’s odd.

What is?

Here we are, on the edge of the end, Death looked down, musing.The world on the eve of its final sunset, the Heroes are gathering while Hell prepares for a final attack…

TheLegendNomad prompted, And I ask you to think back?

All the way to the beginning. Death looked up, Before the beginning, even.

TheLegendNomad could only nod.

Anyway, enough messing around. I will tell you my story. As we wait for the end, I will remember the beginning. I will go back, even before… before it all started, Death closed his eyes. In fact, it might be good for me to say it out loud. Perhaps it will bring clarity.

I am ready, TheLegendNomad said, gripping his quill tightly.

Death spoke low, in a whisper, Listen to my story. All in all, this is probably my last chance to tell someone.  At least someone on this side. I’ll tell you everything I can. It is a long story, but I’m told it’s important. I don’t know what will happen next. I have my assumptions, and they are not good. It doesn’t have a lot of happy moments but it’s my story. And I’ll share it with anyone who wants to hear. So, if you still want to, listen to my story…

The world was created before time was. In the moments that led up to the creation of the planet, there was but infinite emptiness. That is what we are told. Then, a Being of power beyond ours, began to create. Stars, suns, moons, he formed the bodies in the sky. Then the world was created by this being, the Celestial Titan. Next, time came into existence. A long river of time, that had a beginning, and far, far away, this river of time had an end.

The Celestial Titan stretched forth his hands and crafted a world, one that would see trillions upon trillions of stories played out on its surface and above and beneath. The stage for all the stories that I have told has been this planet, which breathed its first long before anything else that was created.

The Celestial Titan was nowhere near done, however; his first fully living creation was the Great Serpent Dragon, Bahamut, who was tasked with keeping the world from falling through the dark void that is space. This planet had no life on it, though.

After this, he created the angels. A beautiful race, they would be the hands and feet of The Celestial Titan in the world of Spirit. They would inhabit his home and help him build and protect all he created; the angels would be his army and servants.

For eon upon eon, countless angels watched as The Celestial Titan continued to create with the care of the most detailed artist. He shaped the planet; he hung the moon and the sun, circling the planet. He fine-tuned the laws of nature. He made one massive land mass. Then he hand-crafted all of the plant life. He planted forests and fields.  He walked and planted each grass seed, taking time to admire his work.

Then setting his sights on more complex forms of life, he created the animals. He painted the stripes on the tigers, brushed the manes of the lions, and used a gentle finger to