The Watcher's: Angels or Demons

By Tony Miller

The term "guardian angel" has been known throughout the centuries. What if there was more to this belief? Each person born on earth is given a watcher when they are conceived. They may either be angelic or demonic, but each of us has a watcher. Developing the bond between human and watcher brings supernatural powers to the individual. This allows them to participate in the ongoing battle between the light and darkness. Who is your watcher? What side would you fight for? And how far would you be willing to go?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514478622

Tony Miller

Tony Miller, PhD, adjunct Professor, BSc, MBA, FCIPD, FinstAM, MRSH, MBPS, MAPS FILM. He has spent most of his career in the field of Business improvement, reshaping organizations and driving organizational change. Currently most of this involves the move to New Leadership and the incorporation of A.I. He has worked in 36 countries in the last 10 years and America where he worked for two years working for top financial corporations. He is considered as “leading edge” in his field, reflected by his prestigious clients all of which are household names. He is the author of 33 books, published by Business Expert Press, Financial Times, and Pearson’s Education. An active conference speaker and writer on Productivity and business efficiency matters, he has delivered many keynote speeches at International Business conferences.

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The Watcher’s

Angels or Demons

Book 1

Tony Miller

Copyright © 2016 by Tony Miller.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2016904929

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5144-7864-6

                Softcover        978-1-5144-7863-9

                eBook           978-1-5144-7862-2

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 03/23/2016

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Since ancient times, it has been said that the eyes are the windows into the soul. It was proven when the first mortal felt the watcher that resided within. A supernatural being born from either heaven or hell was sent to protect the mortals. Since the first time humans learned that they could use the power of a watcher, their eyes were shining brightly with the power that embraced them. It was an easy task to recognize a mortal who was embracing their watcher and hearing their voice, eyes aglow with a dark red from a demon or a shimmering blue born of an angel. With their eyes burning, these mortals were granted supernatural powers befitting a creature of darkness and of light.

Demons, long dwelling in the deep pits of hell, had developed power over fire even to its creation. Angels bearing the life of the world flowed peacefully with water, a life giving but also a crushing force. Both sides learned they could use their watchers to manipulate objects around them, sending them flying through the air or simply smashing them to pieces.

Time had passed, and these humans had achieved strong bonds with their watchers, allowing the humans to see the physical manifestation of the watcher within them. Being able to see a watcher also brought with it untold powers, far beyond merely embracing your watcher. Soon discovered was the ability to merge with the watcher, cladding oneself in an armor of a warrior, wielding a supernatural weapon, and granting the ability to sever an opposing human from his watcher’s power forever. With this great power, the divisions between the demon and angel watchers grew into open war.

Mortals began gathering together in small groups with similar watchers for protection. These packs would defend their territory to death from any opposing watcher, some even creating hunter packs that sought out and destroyed the link of any opposing watcher and their human. To sever that link sent the watcher back to where they had originated and left the human alive but powerless, never again to hear their watcher’s voice or see the being that had been a part of them for so long. Most mortals did not live long after being severed; those who did were broken shells of who they once were.

One day during the summer equinox, a pack of angels was enjoying a quiet moment in the woodlands of Washington State, unaware of the hunter pack of demons that had stumbled across them while tracking another demon watcher. These demons saw an easy opportunity to destroy these angels while unprepared. While talking of life in the city, a young woman named Crystal relaxed back into her chair to enjoy the serenity of the mountains, unaware that the solitude was an illusion. The demon pack crept closer to the group, waiting to the last moment to embrace their watchers, knowing the angels would sense their presence. They were settled into a perfect ambush, cornering the unsuspecting angels against a cliff. Now was the time for them to strike.

Crystal had begun to sip her soda when she felt that tightness in her arms, causing her fist to clench, almost crushing the frail can in her hand. Demons! the whole group yelled in almost perfect unison.

Just as Crystal began to embrace her watcher, she saw the first of the demons burst through the tree line into the clearing. Eyes glowing with a deep red, almost scarlet, the individual rushed toward the group while reaching out with his hands toward the trees. As if his arms extended out to the trees, two large trees were lifted from the ground. The lone demon stopped and threw his arms toward the scattering group of angels, some whose eyes had begun to glow. Two massive trees flew at Crystal who had stood her ground in the center of the hill. She didn’t hesitate; having fully embraced her watcher, she waved her hand at the incoming trees. Almost as if the trees had hit an unseen wall, they shattered to pieces before the young woman standing defiantly on the hill.

Unaffected by the ease at which his attack failed, the demon started forward again toward the lone figure staring down at him. Crystal sensed the others beginning to fight the demons. Seeing her attacker charging the hill, she called out to her watcher. Join with me, Elise, Crystal called out into the sky.

Water began to drip lightly from her hands; the flowing water began to creep up her arm, coating her entire body. When the water dissipated, a shining suit of white armor had replaced the clothes Crystal had been wearing. Her head was adorned with a crown-shaped helm leaving much of her face showing. In her hand was a bow that seemed to glow a pale blue.

Crystal arched her back and raised her head to stretch the newly grown wings on her back, shimmering sky blue feathers ruffled in the cool breeze. Without a moment of hesitation she lifted her bow toward the still advancing demon. Water began to drip from her hand as she grasped the string of her bow. The drops began to shape an arrow in her hand as she drew the string back to her face to aim.

Letting the arrow fly just as the demon had leaped up onto the hill, her shot caught the demon straight through the heart. Dropping to his knees, the once demon clasped his hand against his chest, looking up at the angel who had just severed his watcher. Collapsing to the ground, the mortal began sobbing, too exhausted to cry out the sorrow that filled his soul to bursting. Crystal turned from the pathetic lump of human that remained after her attack, searching the surrounding area for more prey. She was on the hunt.

Brandon searched the area around him; he was growing tired. Being on the run for the last few days had begun to catch up with him. Always being one that enjoyed solitude, he wanted nothing to do with the small pack of demons that had been searching for him. It wasn’t entirely his fault; just a week ago, he had been using his watcher to break logs for a fire when something strange happened. As he reached out to manipulate the log, something resembling a person appeared next to him. Shocked, he had dropped the logs and stretched out his arm, attempting to push the figure. His hand had passed right through the person, causing him to fall to the ground. Looking back up into the figure’s glowing red eyes, he felt that he knew the individual.

Suddenly, those red eyes turned and realized that Brandon was staring up at him. It turned toward the frightened human and spoke in an all too familiar voice. So you can see me now, Brandon, it said in a lone tone. Frankly, I’m disappointed that it took you this long.

Brandon could just sit there on the ground looking into those red eyes while trying to mutter the figure’s name. D-D-Darren, is that y-y-you? he finally stuttered.

Darren chuckled to himself as Brandon stared at him. I suppose I am a magnificent sight to a mortal. Darren stood a head taller than Brandon, wearing a black cloak that seemed to glow a reddish orange as if it was smoldering over a fire. Only his eyes were exposed under the hood; those red eyes seemed to draw you in and force you away at the same time.

Shaking his head to clear the memories of that moment that had changed his life away, Brandon continued to look around for a place to hide. A cold stabbing sensation snapped Brandon out of his search; he recognized it immediately. Damn, he muttered. Angels are the last thing I need right now.

Feeling other watchers in the area and hearing the shattering of tree limbs told of a battle. True over the last few days, he had been talking to Darren and learning about the merging Darren had called it. He also knew that if he did merge afterward, he would pass out from exhaustion; and even worse, if he was beaten while merged, he would lose Darren forever.

Sighing heavily, Brandon began moving away from the battle, even though Darren was telling him that he needed to destroy the angels near him. Brandon had noticed a change in Darren ever since they had seen each other. He was more aggressive, always saying they needed to fight or destroy those in their way. All except the other demons, Darren kept telling him to stop running, that the demons were his friends and that they were here to help him.

I don’t want their help, and I don’t want to kill these damn angels either, Brandon muttered as he made his way between the trees.

A cool wind blew across an open field as Crystal looked at the pairs of angels and demons locked in battle. Dead leaves clumped up against the bodies of the defeated lying on the ground, each sobbing while their comrades continued to battle. Stretching out her senses, she could feel a powerful demon somewhere off toward the north, seemingly moving away from the fight.

These demons here are weak and not worthy of my light, Crystal said as she leaped into the air, unfurling her wings, flying off to the north and toward one who may yet pose a challenge.

Brandon stopped dead in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he felt an angel coming toward him very quickly. This angel was strong; he wasn’t sure how he knew that, especially with Darren laughing, saying that they finally could battle. Taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind, Brandon called out to his watcher, Darren, please merge with me.

Brandon heard Darren laugh as his hands began to grow hot. Looking down at his hands, Brandon began to panic; his hands seemed to be on fire. Flames had appeared in the palms of his hands and began creeping up his arms. His skin was warm, but he felt no pain. His clothes seemed to melt away but not burn. Feeling the heat crawl up his arms and spread across his body, Brandon closed his eyes as the flames crept over his face.

When he opened his eyes, he was looking through small slits of a helmet that had appeared on his head. Looking at the ground around him, he noticed the surrounding leaves had been reduced to ashes. He held up his hands, only to see black metal gauntlets with spiked arm bracers where his jacket once was. As he moved his arms and rocked his head, he realized he felt lighter, full of strength. The world itself had seemed to change. Colors were sharper, and he could see the ants crawling on a nearby tree as if they were the size of a car.

Oh hell, what have I done now? Brandon asked nervously. An itch on his back drew his attention to a large black object that was attached to his left shoulder, blinking as a black-feathered wing stretched out in response to his reaching hand. Rolling his shoulders in, Brandon could clearly see the pair of wings he had. Black as night feathers ruffled in the wind, twitching in response to his tense muscles.

There you are, demon! a loud voice boomed from above Brandon.

Brandon spun around to see a beautiful woman clad in white armor floating down to the ground, her pale blue wings flapping gracefully as her feet landed gently on the ground. In her hand, a bow was resting by her side. Her hair seemed to flow as if it was made of water around her glowing blue eyes. Sifting uneasily in the armor that he was wearing, Brandon couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful creature that had landed before him. Darren’s voiced seem to fade to a whisper while he stared into the glowing eyes of the angel.

Even with the helmet covering his face, he could make out the delicate curves of the woman’s face. Crystal stared at the creature standing almost uneasily in front of her. What is wrong with this demon? Why isn’t he attacking me? she thought as her hand tightened around her bow.

Elise’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Kill the demon! Without hesitating a moment, Crystal grabbed the string as water began to drip from her hand. Raising the bow, she aimed straight for the demon’s heart and released.

Darren’s voice went from silent to ear, splitting in the split second it took for the angel to draw her bow. Use your sword, he shouted at Brandon.

Even without realizing he had a sword strapped across his back, he drew the sword, bringing it down right into the arrow. His sword cut right through the arrow as if it was made of water. Looking at the glowing red blade, it seemed his sword was just pulled from a furnace. Water drops were boiling along its edge. A light mist of water washed across his helmet, making more hissing noises to match the ones rising off his blade. Raising his gaze to his attacker, Brandon clasped his hands around his sword and prepared to lunge at the angel.

This demon is no joke, Elise. We may actually have a fight, Crystal thought as she watched the demon prepare to strike. Not waiting for an attack, Crystal gripped her bow with both hands; water seeped from her palms and covered the weapon.

Brandon leaped forward toward his enemy. In an instant, he had closed the gap between them, crashing his sword against the dripping bow gripped tightly by the angel. Steam began spitting off the weapons as the warriors pushed and leaned into the other, trying to gain leverage. Thrusting his shoulders forward, pressing his entire weight down on the angel, Brandon brought his enemy to her knee. Feeling the strain from the demon, Crystal rotated her wrist, causing the demon’s thrust to smash into the ground. Rolling away from the demon, she grabbed her string while steadying herself in