Revelations by a Fallen Angel: "In Pursuit of the Perfect Offspring"

By D. Ellie Akay

Graphically displayed and presented in full review is the beast's evil contempt for mankind.

Many offerings of intrigue, drama, and mystery contained within this novel were gleaned from the plethora of stories presented in the Holy Bible, from the beginning with Genesis through the ending in Revelation. How these stories are perceived and

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
• Release date: Apr 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887382012

D. Ellie Akay

Author D. Ellie Akay is credited with several other literary works, such as biblical commentary, short stories of various subjects, and a plethora of poetic themes, some of which have also been published. Besides his writings, he has personally served in various other capacities throughout his over fifty-year Christian life,including serving as a deacon, Sunday school teacher, treasurer assistant, benevolence minister, greeter andusher, visitation minister for the homebound, bus driver, and choir member. His faith and trust in the completed work of Jesus Christ on Calvary is foremost and exemplified by his favorite scriptures-Philippians 3:7-9.

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Chapter 1

Preparing for his journey south to the tribal territory across the vast Arabian Desert, Kurtaricimiz Sonsuza Kadar gathers up his provisions: a large leather water bag, a few freshly baked loaves of bread, and some dried meat strips. He is already fully clothed head to toe in his native style beige trousers, loosely fit long sleeve white shirt, brown ankle-high boots, an off-white tunic with thin black vertical stripes, and his dark gray scarf with a solid black headband. Only the skin of his face and hands are exposed.

The journey will take approximately six hours through the rippled sand landmass, so the most critical of all the provisions are those he has to wait for: nature’s cloudless night sky and a bright full moon. This venture has never been attempted without all these vital elements. So, to ensure arrival before dawn, the trek always commenced immediately at sundown.

This is such an evening. Myriads of sparkling stars and the luminous moonlight invite Kadar into the night. Shouldering his supplies, he begins. Many times before, he has traversed this desert landmass; however, not yet apparent to him is the fact that this will be his last.

His pathway ahead is dubbed by the indigenous people the slithering trail, insomuch as it meanders around and between the valleys of the dunes, but also because the deep sand is constantly moving. A phenomenon produced by the frequent and varied force of sweeping and swirling winds.

Previous times this entire trek was accomplished while walking at a comfortable and leisurely pace; however, tonight, Kadar discovers the depth of the fine sand is much greater than ever before, and every step is sinking deep into the trail.

After several hours of treading the moonlit path, he glances to the east and is unsettled by the fact that it’s already beginning to dawn. Knowing that the protection of the night’s cool air will dissipate and concerned that he might not reach his destination before sunrise, he immediately shifts into a brisk tempo.

A couple more hours pass, and the sun takes command of the sky. Its radiant and intense rays thrust down, saturating the atmosphere and inflaming the desolate sand. Consequently, the temperatures of the air and the sand conjointly increase, invoking heat vapors.

Each step sinks into the sand and over the shoes, debilitating the progress and the once-quickened stride. Huffing and puffing, he stops and lies back on the bank of a knoll. Depleted of all energy and parched, he lifts the satchel from his shoulder and places it beside him. Reaching into the bag, Kadar removes the water bag and takes a long drink. A piece of bread and a bite of meat follow. Regaining his normal heartbeat and breathing rhythm, he takes another drink, then returns the provisions to the bag.

For the first time, Kadar is trapped in the torrid midday heat of the desert and knows he is too far out to turn back. He shakes his head and concedes, I should have gotten an earlier start.

While relaxing and shading his eyes with his hand, he looks up to the crest of the dune before him. The glare of the sun-scorched mounds that encircle him is so overwhelming that it blurs everything. Lowering his head to allow his eye to refocus, he concludes in a whisper, I need to get to higher ground.

Pushing himself up and off the dune, he stands and takes a deep breath. Then leaning over, he picks up the satchel and throws it over the shoulder. All the dunes around him are very steep, so he steps toward the mound before him, then calculably falls forward onto it. Now, on hands and knees, Kadar slowly crawls up the sandy hill to its summit.

Again, breathing hard, he sits and rests. The arid wind whistles by his ears and steadily blows a haze of sand over the top of the hill. Sitting content, he peers out over the distant mounds when, out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of something unusual. Turning, he squints to absorb the image.

Knowing, however, that heat vapors can play tricks and produce mirages, he intensely focuses. That’s not a mirage, he whispers in conclusion, There is something out there.

Discovering, outward and well passed a few rippled mounds, is a pillar of black smoke streaming into the sky. Intrigued, Kadar decides to get a better look.

After scaling a couple more dunes, he shades his eyes with his hands and peers through the heat vapors. A short distance away is a high rocky plateau protruding from the sand. Just behind the bouldered mass, billowing dark smoke ascends, forming a hovering black cloud.

Kadar’s eyes widen. Never has he seen such a phenomenon in the desert. Mesmerized yet miraculously re-energized by the sight, he bounds down the hill and hastens through the valleys between the dunes to the site of the mysterious and momentous exhibit. Upon reaching the massive protruding rock structure, Kadar stops and is awestruck.

A quiet zephyr sweeps across his path as he proceeds to the base of the plateau. Kadar circles around to the backside to locate the origin of the smoke. Visible, just a short distance up the rocky slope, is a large cavity from which a stream of black smoke escapes. While pondering the sight, the arid light breeze gradually becomes more and more profound. Suddenly, from atop the plateau, a twisting gust of wind sweeps down and instantly encompasses his body, then furiously rotates around him. Its swirl is so rapid that it stirs up the sand and lifts numerous grains into the air. He finds himself in a vortex of airborne granules that sting the face and hands.

Despite the twisting fury, he is determined to proceed up the rocky incline, so Kadar steps sideways…and to his surprise, the swirling wind remains stationary, which allows him to just walk out of it. Free from the confinement, he looks back and sees the spinning abruptly ceases.

Arduously he works his way up and around the jagged rocks, where he finally reaches the open gash. The thick smoke rolls out of the upper half of the opening.

A low rumble sounds, and the ground begins to tremble, dislodging a few rocks. Immediately following, surging from the opening, is a belch of torrid nauseating air, which blows him back a couple of steps. Although a little dazed, Kadar grabs the side of the opening and steadies himself. However, the sickening fumes cause him to vomit.

Retrieving his thoughts, he sits to assess the scene before him. It appears that the opening is large enough for him to enter, so Kadar stands, moves closer, leans in, and gazes into the opening. Although it’s dark inside, the midday sun offers enough light to reveal that it is actually an accessible cavern.

The ground continues to shake. Several more rocks break away and fall around him.

Kadar back off a few steps and measurably reflects, This is mysterious. In fact, everything about this place is weird. What’s going on? What’s next?

Immediately following the deliberations, the trembling ceases, and the awful gust that came so suddenly dissipates. Even though the smoke continues to pour out, the atmosphere becomes somewhat subdued.

The placid environment gives occasion for Kadar to perceive other faint sounds from within the cave. Cupping his ear with his hand, he listens closely. Dismaying sounds, such as wailing and high-pitched shrieking, are audible. These strange sounds are not the result of any wind but seem to be produced by a more alien source. Compelled to know, and with his heart throbbing, he ducks beneath the smoke and enters the cave.

After a few steps in, the natural daylight vacates, and he’s absorbed in darkness. Every footstep is unsteady and unnerving on the bumpy and loose rocks. Carefully feeling his way through the narrow primary passage and around many boulders, Kadar continues the descent down and deeper into the cave. Soon the passageway widens as he cautiously continues moving forward.

A faint orange glow begins to develop and reflects off the jagged rock walls and floor. The wispy illumination unveils that, impendent before him, is a portal leading to a spacious chamber. Peeking through the arched opening reveals a dozen more rugged steps leading down to the chamber floor. Carefully entering the opening and with measured cautiousness, he makes his way down to the spacious area of the cavern.

Expelling a breath of accomplishment, Kadar stops to look around and listen. Feeling less claustrophobic, the nervousness lessens, and his heart rate moderates. The worst of the atmosphere is not the limited light source nor even the thick smoke, but more so, the nauseating air. Following a few more steps, noticeably mixed with all the intensified sickening smells, is an ever-increasing volume of despondent sounds.

His next step is quickly withdrawn when a low pitch growl is sounded, followed by some jingling. Startled, the explorer stands stiff and silent while looking around the cave. In the poor lighting, it’s hard to tell where it came from. Undeterred, Kadar takes a few more very conservative steps.

Another more menacing growl reverberates (no doubt…a warning to stay away). Kadar immediately halts his advance. Standing very still, he intently listens. Only the familiar noises of moaning and shrieks persist. Attentive yet motionless, his eyes scan the surroundings. There’s nothing but the reddish reflections off the walls. Continuing to visually scrutinize the cavern for a clue is rewarded when he catches a glimpse of a glowing crimson image, way back in the shadows. In that faint radiate silhouette is a pair of eyes. Gazing absorbingly at them, Kadar concludes that these bright yellow eyes are equally fixed directly on him. The radiating image moves simultaneously with another threatening growl. The distant eyes blink, and without any more warning, the large creature charges forward, snarling with rage. Realizing that he has no time to retreat, Kadar chooses to just stand his ground and prepare for the worse. Then suddenly, with the creature’s face just inches away, a thud is sounded. The creature abruptly stops, expels a loud grunt, and falls in a heap at his feet. Although hunched low, it quickly gathers itself amidst the sound of jingling. With its eyes fixed on its intruder, the creature crawls back into the shadows.

Although only catching a glimpse of its face, Kadar has no doubt that this is some sort of living beast that has been restrained back to the cave wall with chains.

The creature, now back in its original spot, snarls and continues its fierce glare.

Slowly Kadar looks away from the creature and again searches along the walls. While focusing totally and intensely on seeing through the darkness, all his other senses become negligible. Faintly, a few small flickers of orange light produced from fires deep within the cave are visible. The illumination gets slightly brighter moment by moment as the flares increase.

Completing the surveillance of his environment, Kadar’s other senses begin to regain their essence, and once again, he is engulfed by the nauseating air and wretched sounds.

Kadar shakes his head and whispers, What a repulsive place.

Although seized by the horrible and eerie surroundings, his attention is promptly diverted back to the creature when a low gravelly voice growls, Go away.

Surprised yet tentative, he stands motionless and silent.

Leave this place.

Focusing directly on the creature’s eyes, he responds, Who are you?

Get out while you can!

First, tell me who you are and why you’re here.

The questioning infuriates the creature, and it charges again, snarling like a deranged dog. It rushes with arms outstretched and hands directed for Kadar’s throat. Again it is jerked to a stop, but this time it remains standing…inches away. The colossus creature bends down until it is face to face and eyeball to eyeball with his trespasser. Its fierce teeth are exposed, along with disgusting gray saliva that drips from its fangs. It growls fiercely while pulling on the clinking chains and clawing wildly at the interrogator’s neck. Its large glowing yellow eyes are piercing and hypnotic.

Postured this close gives occasion for Kadar to see some of the creature’s features; its body isn’t fleshly like an animal but seems more ghostly. It is completely enveloped within an amber aura, yet most of its characteristics are distinguishable and extraordinarily unusual.

This is not a known creature created by God; however, it did appear to amass several familiar images; the face of this beast is that of a frightful gargoyle, and its bright yellow eyes have a centered vertical black pupil. The menacing teeth and fangs are covered with repulsive-smelling gray foamy saliva that continues to drip. Very impressive is the set of thick ivory ram-like horns that protrude out from its forehead. They curve over and around each side of the head. Centered in the curl of the horns are protruding horizontal pointy ears. The creature’s head, face, arms, and hands have a scaled texture with an eerie radiant hue.

Still growling and its eyes never wavering, the creature slowly retracts its arms and lowers them. Then, standing completely erect, it begins backing off. Although there’s a haze surrounding it, the entire radiant body is visible. The creature is huge, standing at least eight feet tall. Long muscular arms nearly touching the ground. The huge hands have claws extending from each of the fingers. Its chest is also very muscular and glistens as the light reflects off the shiny red scales. There’s no hair visible on the upper portion of the torso. Conversely, from the waist down, curly thick black wool covers massive bowed legs. As the creature continues to step away, the clacking of its split hoofs is audible. Now visible are the enormous webbed bat wings, which are also flaming red and scaled. The wings, in their folded position, extend up past the creature’s head and down to the knees.

Now, back in the shadows, the creature crouches down, leans over, and rests its face in its hands. The creature mumbles and groans in a raspy voice while it sways back and forth.

Awestruck at the sight of this extraordinary, overwhelming, and frightening creature, Kadar whispers, "This is not just a living creature; this is a beast. His heart pounds while he stares and ponders the manifestation before him. Subsequently, regaining his lucidity and curiosity, he asks again, Who are you? And what are you?"

There is no answer.

Only the eerie sounds of dismaying and high-pitched cries are audible.

You appear to be a real, living gargoyle. Do you have a name?

Again, no answer.

Do you not have a name? How should I address you?

Ceasing from the swaying, the beast growls, then shouts, Who I am and what my name may be matters not to you! Turn and go away!

No, I will not leave until you tell me who you are.

Prisoner! yells the beast. Then, extending his arms in front, he shakes the chains and again shouts, "Look! Restrained by these! I am a prisoner in this hot abyss! That’s who I am! Now leave!"

Softly Kadar explains, "Look, Prisoner. I’m only interested in your quandary here. I am simply curious as to how long you have been here."

After a few more seconds of silence, Prisoner responds in a very pitiful low voice, What does it matter to you? Just go away and leave me alone.

But, what are you doing here, in such a dreadful place?

Raising his head, Prisoner glares angrily. Obviously exasperated, he screams back, Can’t you see! I’m being tormented!

The loud words echo throughout the cavern, which stirs the despondent sounds as if agreeing about the torment.

A few more seconds pass with neither speaking.

Prisoner stands and begins shaking the chains, I’m in misery here. Wouldn’t you be if you were shackled in this dark, foul-smelling, godforsaken hole in the ground? I hate this place!

Yes, I suppose I would too. But why are you chained here?

"He! accuses Prisoner, while looking up and pointing a finger in the air, He did it. I don’t deserve this. If He had taken better care of things and listened to me, I wouldn’t be here. I hate Him for this! Crouching again, the beast leans over and begins swaying back and forth, then pathetically mutters, I’m cursed. I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way."

No words are exchanged for a few moments. Their pause only serves to heighten the sounds of misery expressed by the continuous sorrowful moans and screeches.

Looking up, Prisoner points at one of the tributaries, where the outcries are emitting, and releases a sinister laugh, then says, Hear that? All these creatures are cursed too. Standing, he again points up to the ceiling and loudly declares, "He…cursed me, so I… pointing to an offshoot in the cave, cursed them!"

Again the words echo.

Expelling a raspy breath, the beast evinces a serious tone and rationalizes, You know, they didn’t have to end up here. It’s their own fault. They’re all just asinine fools, and I don’t feel sorry for them. There’s a pause, then perceptively, he admits, "I guess I was a fool too. A fool to think that He would share the power."

What power? Tell me more. I want to understand how all this happened. Tell me why they and you are here?

All I wanted was a little involvement in the affairs of this stupid cosmos. Some recognition and authority, that’s all. Simply, I wanted to have some influence in the events of time. With arms outstretched, palms up, and shrugging both shoulders, the beast continues, I didn’t purpose to make this happen; it just did. One thing led to another, and this is the result. It’s not my fault.

If what you say is true, then why would He banish you here, to be tormented in this horrible place?

He just turned on me! quickly declares Prisoner.

I wish I could understand, but I just don’t.

Prisoner strokes his horns and mumbles to himself while Kadar gazes around the cavern.

Then Prisoner growls, which immediately draws back Kadar’s attention.

With an angry and piercing stare, Prisoner jeers, You don’t know who I am…do you?

Thinking over all that the creature has said so far, he answers, Yes…you are Prisoner. I assumed that that was your name. Isn’t that your name?

Taking a few steps forward, the beast abruptly exhibits his enormous wingspan and demands, Look at me!

Kadar eyes the creature and softly says, You appear to be a gargoyle.

I’m an angel! screams Prisoner.

The words reverberate throughout the cavern.

As soon as the echo fades, Kadar retorts in amusement, Right, you’re a beautiful angel.

Breathing in deeply through the nose and slowly exhaling, Prisoner irately vents, Let me tell you something. With a few flaps of the wings and displaying a spirited pride, he emphatically informs, "I was once a great, if not the greatest, angel…ever!"

"Are you serious? Are you actually telling me that you were an angel? In heaven?"

Precisely!

Kadar, sensing the seriousness and the high self-regard in Prisoner’s voice, probes, You’re not kidding…are you?

Shaking his head, the beast grumbles back, And not just any angel. I had an exalted, majestic, and distinguished position there. I was the most powerful individual in heaven.

"Come on, Prisoner. The greatest one in heaven? Greater than God?"

The beast flaps his wings and staunchly retorts, You know what I meant! I was just one step down from the Almighty. I was second…only to God, Himself.

Skeptical yet playing along, Kadar inquires, Second only to God, huh? That’s big. So then, how could you have possibly ended up here?

Prisoner expels a deep sigh and calmly informs, I’m here because God didn’t honor me as He should have. Even though my name was the noblest and most famous in all of heaven, He didn’t give me my due respect.

The beast proudly stretches out its enormous wings and loudly proclaims, Yes, the great one! No other angel ever compared to the great…Lucifer! That’s who I am! I am Lucifer!

Total silence permeated the cavern. Not even a sound from the despondent captured.

Prisoner slowly waves his wings, glares at Kadar, and snorts, Lucifer!

Kadar chuckles, then sallies, Lucifer? You’re Lucifer?

Resenting the tone, Prisoner aggressively whips the wings back and forth, which stirs up and flings airborne dirt granules. The offended beast blasts back, Yes, I’m Lucifer! Son of the Morning! Among the angels, cherubim, and seraphim of heaven, I was the Angel of Light…the Beautiful One!

Kadar waits for the echoing to diminish, the screeching to end, and the dust to settle, then unperturbed poses, Well then, Lucifer, the Beautiful One, what happened?

Prisoner growls and, with a deep stare, points at his intruder and barbs, You, mister, are nothing but a lowly man. A disgusting being made from dirty soil. I, on the other hand, was created as the leader of heaven’s society and the most respected being in heaven. I was Lucifer!

Okay, okay, you were once great. If that is true, then how did you end up here?

I already told you. God banished me here.

Why? For what reason?

Prisoner glares.

He sure must have had an awfully good one. asserts Kadar.

Retracting the wings, Prisoner insists, "He had no reason. Then, patting himself on the chest, he explains, I just wanted to help run heaven, that’s all. I just wanted to be included in the decisions or at least be asked what I thought. After all, I was Lucifer. My position and loyal service to God over thousands of years certainly should have commanded a special level of respect. So I just simply wanted and deserved more say, more power, more influence."

Clinching his fists, the beast yells, "But did I get it? No! This is what I get!"

As the words again echo, Prisoner’s facial expression changes when he suddenly recalls a more pertinent fact and adamantly points at Kadar and proclaims, You! It’s your fault!

My fault? How is this my fault?

Humans.

What?

You’re a human, aren’t you?

Yes, but…

Well, that makes you responsible.

"How does that make me responsible?"

"You humans are the ones that caused the split between God and me. I was great and respected in heaven, and then you came along. Everything was fine until mankind was created. Heaven didn’t know hate…until you came."

How can you blame mankind for your problems in heaven? Man couldn’t have affected anything in heaven; he was never there. So why do you say that mankind was the origin of hate?

"Your existence; just the simple fact that you were created. Your existence caused God’s attention to shift from heaven to Earth…and to humans. We in heaven were ignored. You hijacked God’s love, and we received none. All of God’s time was spent with mankind, and we didn’t count anymore. That’s how you are to blame."

That’s just nothing but jealousy! That’s not—

Call it what you want! interrupts the beast. I hate you for what you caused.

Wildly the beast shakes his chains and yells, "I hate all humans!"

The ferocious reverberating delivery again provokes the tormented into screaming and screeching.

Prisoner, pointing again toward heaven, announces, "I was there when you, the so-called human race, were conceived in the mind of God. What a pitiful day that was. Yes, I recall it very well; one day…and to all of heaven’s astonishment, God said, ‘Let Us make man.’ However, the US didn’t mean we. He never intended to include me nor any other of us angels."

Then, raising his arms, Prisoner cries out, I was Lucifer! Leaving me totally out of this event was wrong. It was a clear indication of just how little God valued my station and me. He didn’t bother to ask for my opinion or input or anything. Maybe the others didn’t need to be included, but I was Lucifer. Certainly, I was worthy enough to participate in this project called man. But no. We were all excluded. All things relative to this new creature would be decided by God alone.

Taking pause to prepare a summarization, Prisoner rationalizes, The creation of mankind… he points at Kadar, this includes you, is the cause of the rift between God and me. It was incomprehensible what took place in heaven.

Prisoner strokes his horns. "I had no choice. The Angel of Light, who exemplified all the habitants in heaven,