Pitch night feathers shine bright against the almighty moon light.

Pride was found within you, Until the day of judgement release you.

God hood lays masked behind a Perfect Beauty, come arise beyond intended duty.

the Highest one, devotes songs to please you.

“Are you with him?”

Lady Pride desires someone else’s authority.

“You have a choice.”

Your earthly soul begs you; he needs you.

Prideful Son of Dawn, not even the Most-High can treat you,

“We are with you.“

My island home is to the east, close to the beating heart of a world baptized in ivory clouds. A cloaked kingdom steeped around a fog of blind faith to an invisible creator; A stone temple built for a master race with no Will to power of their own.

Since its birth, the fair skin master’s kept away within stone walls proclaimed. ” Here begins our Age of Gold. A high Paradise worthy of praise.” I only beheld some unnecessary high wooden gates and an open sky prison.

My mythical island — true to its nature and the real Eden — lived a open valley flowing with free water which glowed purple in the moon light. Where green hill jungles flourish without the touch of stars or seasonal rain. With a single glimpse before me. I realize what had been lost in the natural world outside this island. The idea of free will.

There is are themes, old names, deep sea anchors to hold us to this bottomless mystery. We will use them to explore and to speak to this loss era. “What was lost has been taken away. No one in the natural world can remember when.” These are not my own words. I am merely a Scribe left behind. A watcher here stuck in this fantastical cage but not forever no no no… i finally found an escape.

Before reaching this end through great pains i learned to avoid indoctrination of false beliefs. The theme works like this. There is only one Supreme life and he claims the name Most-high. He created himself and the natural world around us. Claiming dominion over all races within it — thankfully, my consciousness still understands this never-ending rainbow was and still is not real. Even after four Centuries I will admit it is difficult to hide here without breaking. Or have a moment to consider the benefits of blind faith.

“NEVER.”

My unseen chains have no need for iron shackles to hold me to this world. The heavenly weeping trumpets engulfing the sky remind me not to curiously gaze to far down the rainbow. My abyss is bright and wonderful. In this place I recall the fear of sharing their fate: They call themselves the forgotten generation. These disappeared creatures I can not seem to find any written word or any noticeable monument to their past lives here. Or visit their graves up high or in between. Only down below may I see them. Thus, I can not give proof to their end alone. I need to acquire my answer. The backing of an everlasting creature. Equal to this monster.

Oh yes, there is a deceiver in this tale. “Holy Fi. . .” Forgive me, I nearly said his name aloud, forgive me my revenge nearly gave my life away. Ending my story.

I have found to much comfort in thought thus i get confused in which space I am speaking in. Words spoken aloud and names spoken aloud carry cosmic power. I must speak carefully as I commit to my journey. Even as I feel strength in my private mind. The forgotten races of an old world order. The divine creatures I hope to one day see. They warned me and later cautioned me long ago to never speak his real name aloud. They would tell me but not yet. They would go on to say “never reveal this knowledge of the world before this reality to anyone. For none would believe and some would tell. For the god of this world has gained God-hood.“ They wanted me to live another day.

These forgotten creatures could only be understood in quiet places like this island. And when my feathers finally turned blue. I made a promise. i swore to never forget their anthem to their past life. And honor their memory with deeds.

Indeed, it has been some centuries since I heard their revenge. To my shame I remember them only when i begin to lose sense of reality. Just before I hymn and sing to his glory. just before I test my boldness to declare out and embrace death.

“I Am Free!”

My cowardice can only be described as a colossal star’s flame; a bright and all consuming inferno quietly diminishes. Outshined by some other blinding force stealing its core energy until there is nothing left but obedience. This false masking as a beam of light Scares me utterly. For he Is master here with a single equal. Yes, yes an equal has been found. And i have found him.

****

In the beginning when I awoke to this world and came to this island. I heard echoes found, entangled, mushed up, hovering alongside quiet wind. Racing just behind, cautious in its approach, scared, to catch up. Until one day when it was time For them to keep their promise. they spoke and told me his journey to enlightenment. That I must follow the same journey if I’m ever to win. For a long time I ignored it but I had no idea then I would be hearing them for the last time.

To be truly awake forever and hear nothing but the great silence before the backdrop of endless songs of worship. I will say is beginning to feel worse then facing the mysteries of the true death. The Almighty star knows the hour his real name is spoken. So, I shall not try to say it on my journey but only use his divine names. The penalty for taking his true name in vein is none other than the second death. The final death. There is no one else left to remember his name. Because to know is name is to know his beginning. To repeat aloud that revelation is to know without doubt there would be no afterlife for me. Now I must press on. I am done here.

Taking flight, I push off the branches of my favored fruit trees and fly above, to another dimension. It is well known as the tenth-high and I travel there to speak with a unique creature.

The tenth-high as it is, is simply known as the House to the children of God. Yet he — with his individuality — named it his sanctuary: a home untouched by Paradise. A land far from the true faithful he saw as inferior life. Over heaven he placed it, this house of his; to be closer to his unofficial father.

Blossoming as a flushed flower in all directions his world sprang. Opening before me six rolling hills. Near the base of these hills arose blades of spinal grass — They appeared to me as flames on a green field. Surely nothing could live there? Northward of there I came to see all within his house. There quite sheep laid with golden lions, tiny doves hailed the glory of the Highest One each day. The animals of this world devoured no beast but appeared to share in the happy bliss of untouched nature. I nearly came to believe in his world, but the truth has set me free.

As I move past all that was within his dimension. I peered through his entire sanctuary to find him. His palace to hide his truth — now my eyes reached the boarders where his lands’ end.

The howling of an entire ocean overwhelms me and my claws lay buried in golden sand. Yet there is more. Not far into the hazel distance. Where the ocean met the shore. I focus my curiosity to take hold of me– I hop over the sand studying him, alone on a vast crescent beach. The air is busy, yet I hear no songs or hysterical worship to God.

By the dead Nepfillim, an everlasting Being is just before me. I must have said a hundred times in the safety of my mind. Which swiftly turned my thoughts to appeasement. I dare not arise his anger.

His star is universally known, yet at the same time not truly believed to be real. Even by me. Few of his own kind can attest to a time I now observe: the self-imposed exile centers in my universe.

I witness him reclined on a wooden throne. His August wings arose unbound, his sandal-laced feet relaxed beneath crashing blue waves. His eyes flicker like wild candle flame. beaming jubilant if not more glorious to any star fire I could ever hope to perceive. This light seduces my senses to proclaim. His shine the purist in all creation; lastly, a grass crown highlighted his fine golden curls. While my curiosity awakes, he exhales a soft breath. Lastly this true immortal Being is one of remarkable pride. Masked behind a nobility nowhere to be found in any superior creature. In many ways he is the same as my enemy: however, I saw him as my burning sword unsheathe. His hidden desire which I know is in his heart shall soon aide me.

“Morning Star, where are you today?” I said to him.

“Only he can be in all places and still be in one place. Here I remain,” He said with little regard to me.

“Sire, I seek the light bringer.” I replied with pride.

“You perched beside me undesired. Fly away,” He said to me.

“I see no creature in high heaven here to treat with you. Who could say my lord is real?”

He answered as if anyone could hear him,

“There are no guides to my jungle nor any trails to my beach yet here you come calling on me?”

“I flew high and far, Sire, with your light as the perfect guide.” My eyes fought to conceal my planted lie inside the truth.

“If I am not real nor believed in. Where did I come from, creature? Who was the first to speak my name, tell my story; the tremble I placed in the spirit of all the princes of that black Jerusalem? did Lady Time forget my face? No, I remain side by side with her shifting hands. Across the sands of eternity, She will never know another partner.”

His evermore eyes spark a sheen and ginger radiance. Casting me under his undeniable beauty, compiling me to admire him,

“Forgive me… I confess I have never beheld a being so fair! I am humbled truly, Sire. And I see no other Elohim under high Paradise worthy of the journey I have prepared.”

“You may leave, creature.” he dismissed me grinning as to show his amusement with my need of him.

“If I may, almighty Sun, oh fair-skin humanoid. . . You are said to be regal in your manner, affectionate among your kin, treacherous when angered. The Bene Elohim with no equal in beauty. The last of his slaves to be born into bondage. Yet you have the eyes meant to reveal the truth. The truth will always find you. Do those words hold true, Sire?”

“A slave? There are no iron bars to bind my wrists. nor do i see metal chains to keep me here? No, I am FREE.” he shouted ending with another grin on his lips. While ignoring my praise. Which is well known he enjoyed flattery.

His imposing wings coated with solid black feathers overtook my air; he let them flex open until I was completely covered in their shadow. I worked up my courage; I flew quickly to rest upon his index finger, as death eclipses just above me.

“Prisons come in many froms, Sire… Some have open skies.”

“Say on.” he said to me.

“There is a Monster here.” I said to him.

“A Demon in paradise?” he thundered his words of displeasure at me. His complete attention now centered around two important questions whether to vaporize me or to show me mercy and hear my warning. The Morning star’s swift moods to violence is well known.

“Sire, I do not say it is you.”

“Please sing. Unveil your mind tiny bird or depart to the second death with my blessing.”

“What authority governs justice in the natural world?” I jumped to say.

“Listen and learn, the seven princes of heaven are the voices of the Highest One; they enforce his laws to the Sons of God,” he said to me as one teaches a student.

“Sire, and who is The Highest One? Is he the one God you mention?” I asked quickly.

“The Highest one. . . You mean to test me, Creature? Has Prince Shekinah put you to this task? Tell her I gave my answer long ago. Now GO,” He said with a pause. “Never return.” he ended with a quiet warning as his gaze reached the falling sun on the horizon until it dips beneath the water. But the area never lost a moment of light.

“No sire please she did not send me.” I race to say.

His mood changed from that of a unamused task master. To the roar of a lion’s death heat. Which lit his flaming eyes towards me as prey, and as his demeanor changed, he leaned in towards me. The sparking flame in his eyes twisted likeu a world pool tunneling into an empty pit. I felt the breath of a powerful storm tear my hope away. I became infected with dread. I must have mistaken his desire. Overstepped in my knowledge he was different. How could i be wrong? Then i remembered this is Mighty Lucifer: a burning sword. And to my spirits joy he spoke again,

“No matter the Era or kinsmen thy brothers tribe belong; universal is his kings crown. Enthroned above he presides on a level unimaginable to all in the natural world. Naturally set Above me and you he reigns over the master race. We call his domain the throne of God; the king of past and of present generations. The first bringer of law and illumination to all the ten dimensions locked within expanding endless voids. Here and Beyond these realms of paradise, we praise his name as the Most-high. The almighty star, the Highest One. In times past when our gardens were seeds, dormant beneath Eden, the Most-high brought an end to the laws of Magic and individuality. There is no creature he did not mold and forum through the works of his own hand.”

Easing his pitiless appearance. He returned his broad back to his chair and set his handsome gaze out towards the horizon once again. As if he questioned his words. I felt we understood each other in the silence that followed. We could not be judged by our thoughts.

“These names or titles and history, the Most-high, the almighty star? Is he the same Power? the sole dispenser of justice and law? The one creator; therefore the first life in the natural world?”

“Wisdom starts at the end. Take note creature. I have thee father’s authority; which is the sole authority. All are born with this knowledge and peace of mind that God is the highest power.” He stated to me.

“Then are they all little Gods? are you not a God? you have your father’s name? Can a being lower than a God pass judgement over you?”

“You claim ignorance in this? We possess only what the sole God of the natural World decrees. We rule on his behalf.”

“Answer this Morning star is this relationship you share with this sole God in belief he is your creator. The first One?”

“In this my answer is veritas, blue bird.” he proudly stated as if he were being watched by some other Being. it appears not for my benefit and so I gave him no reply.

“Ah, and now your silence has found you trouble.” His awesome gaze caught my stare once more,

“Please, Sire… there is a place I’m sure you are aware of. . . where the air is dreadfully silent and the red earth barren. Neither a living flower nor rich soil leap to sing. A withered garden of tall fingers cut off to the touch and warmth of twilight stars. Below this hides the black city beneath an eye. West of this city shall arise a mountain crowned in gold before you. You’re answer lays there, I promise, eldest son of the Most-high.”

He drew silent as he listened to me. pleased at my mention of his closeness to his creator. My hidden meanings, my vague statements. He had the demeanor of curiosity, yet if nothing else. My seed of trust has some chance to blossom. Then he will be ready for his journey to Godhood.

Deep Space Beyond the Ten High

“What do you know of the laws concerning magic?” The Morning Star says to me with such blunt frankness. And he goes on to ask that of Sin. I fear he tests my knowledge of demonology. The arch on his left brow raised a concerning tone while his wild inferno gaze watches me; Leaking fire as we flew. We descended together in unison. The tumble down concealed our way with off- white clouds that come and go around us in a sea air of water and dust. Blocking walls of crystal light descend from what i imagine is the house of my enemy. His throne is up above us all. Does he watch over now as the Morning star looks upon me? with the same doubt? Would he care?

“Sire I behold a stone Tower in the misty distance. Is this the way? Must we enter paradise?”

“I cannot simply descend to such a depth without the lord’s faithful blessings. you would do well to receive it yourself. “

“Sire i need none. But this bleak tower in front of us. . . is this the place to inquire?” I replied boldly. Deliberately, in the presence of a divine creature, a lesser creatures best defense relays on mixing bold courage with honorable submission as to not outshine or mistakenly offend the higher life. But never to bore it at the same time. One such as I must be interesting to live.

“Archiea Lady of Faith will be our first step into the unknown.” He said to me.

We flew for some time towards it and as I said a grim tower rose before us. Primeval and archaic in its design. Time has passed over its foundation stones to rise it up to loom over the clouds of paradise. like a living shadow unable to escape the rays of a savage ball of fire above it. Forever watchful, imposing, and infallible.

My powers of perception have failed me for i could not describe its footing for i saw none. it seems to float with the surrounding mist. A hidden world within a world between gas and dust. I fear to get to near but i have my bringer of light with me. i shall not fear, yet.

Above High Paradise

“How curious you need not the divine permission to enter the lands between paradise and the abyss.”

“Sire i was born outside of high paradise in a small island to the east.”

“Ah, how lovely. How’s the scenery? Is it to your liking? not to colorful for you?”

“Each day I awake to fantastic colors of painted landscapes and endless song. Each day i feel as if the valley could suddenly pop alive.”

“indeed, now I believe my shine has guided you to me. As the Almighty Stars light illuminates the clouds. Bed rock and earthy stones, and the faithful in high heaven and all the lesser life in the universe. So, does mine; my reach though just behind his shine is there once you peer pass haze and mist.”

“i would not say so aloud and still believe I could keep my head. the lord of this worlds architecture is pleasing to the eye. I have a song for you my lord. Shall I sing my peoples anthem?” I quickly change the subject. And the Morning Star was happy to move on from his own question too. To end our journey now would seem pointless.

“Such a song would fill you with pride in your home?”

“Indeed.”

“Proceed, sing great falcon of the far east. Tell me of your home.”

Before i began I felt my heart betray me. I went as white as a ghost. My flight lost its speed with him. I nearly fell. whipping pass his thighs and down to his ankle. Thankfully, the gust and pull of his mighty wing swallows a pocket of heavy air lifting me out of my scare. Allowing me to catch his gentle speed. I regained my pose and my lost nerves. He flew with no regard to me, but his ears listened. And so, I began my song to influence him.

“The wind across the valley is pleasantly calm.

The golden eagle above the clouds soars free

Yet we merge in chaotic columns for we are the many; The future belongs to thee

The soil in the east is vibrant and rich

The south yields its gold to the west

But wherever a victory looms unsung.

The future belongs to thee.

The sheep safely cuddled in the herd closes its eyes.

At days end the gardeners toils blossom a flower to reach the moons shine.

Yet shortly, hails dawn,

Ascend, ascend, the future belongs to thee. . .”

I finished and with no comment or questions, he dove to the entrance of the tower gate. A small wooden drawbridge strapped to iron chains opens before us. My lord softly planted his feet upon the ground without disturbing the dusty floor.

No servants or Watchers were about us. If the flare exalting out of high paradise did not shine upon us with such intrusive nakedness i would have felt frightfully alone.

He walked to the Towers entrance gate and laid a hand on its faded stones. As he peered above he finds an inscription that read.

Faith absent of Magic is the Path to God.

“Come let us focus on the task at hand and unravel your mystery demon.” the Morning star finally said to me.

“As i said your answer lays below.” I quickly rested upon his handsome bare shoulder.

“Than let us enter here and be on our way.”

To my surprise and wonder he began to walk up a spiral staircase. When a moment ago there were none. Will this lead to the top of the tower? I can only imagine. Could it be called the birds’ nest. For i saw a single arch window at its peak. The staircase itself was made of wood which was nailed together in the most archaic fashion. old and crackling. it aches and bends under the morning stars heel.

No words passed between us. His eyes burn like candle flame in a dark hallway. revealing just ten steps in front of us as we went. All things now appeared indistinct and unreal. Yet our backs were concealed in pitch darkness. For a moment I felt no eyes upon us. No watchful gaze hovering, listening, spying. But i will not take advantage. This could be but a false hope to trap me. I must keep within my mind until we are gone from here.

Resting upon my enemy’s proud servant, so comfortably, while only just some time ago I feared to even leave my fruit tree. is not lost on me. i play a dangerous game with my life. And those disappeared may never find justice. To lose to soon would deny their revenge from ever finding satisfaction. Yet i fear i play a losing game. for i know not, fully the Morning stars full desire beyond power and freedom form indoctrination.

Finally, we arrive at the top of the tower. Dirty Stones replaced aging wood and we came upon an open door. A great chamber spilled before us when my lords own light touched the faces of the bare stone walls.

Little is of note to describe in this dark great chamber. Velvet panels hang over the arch window. Giving easy access for light enter the room I believe. A large carpet covered a simple marble floor, unimpressively. So old and dull was this place. i began to wonder what the Mistress of this dreadful tower looked like. Some old fruit bat or grey owl? What member of the promised Master race lived here?

“Lady faith, I seek your Armor. i have little time to converse.” my lord spoke yet the room was empty except for us.

Then she entered, A fair blue winged Angel. i lost track of the spot where I believed she entered. Yet I could not see where she appeared from. Just as the seconds came and pass with her not there. Now fade into her angelical presents there with us. As if she was always in that room.

She was tall, about the height of the Morningstar; about ten cubits. Her eyes a cool yellow, steady, and assured. The blue robes she wore flow off her body without the need of a breeze. I found it curious the weave of the fabric bore no prints or embroidery. I would have thought it fitting for her beauty to show a little arrogance; its long folds, divine, in its appearance match her slender shoulders gracefully.

The Morningstar stood at the foot of the door. She bowed and kneeled before him. Her magnetic bright blue wings follow her and submit forward with the tip of the feathers touching the floor. Her whole body now bent and pulled to show respect.

“Hail the Son of Dawn. Welcome to my home.”

“I thank you lady faith for your hospitality. you may rise.”

She rose in the most elegant fashion. like a blossoming sunflower awaking in front of a intentful bright sun.

I took this moment to behold beauty. To admire two terrifying beings of tremendous power. They converse with each other with calm and respect. i nearly forget they are the guardians of my enemy.

I whisper quickly in his ear.

“Sire we must return to the task at hand.” To my discomfort she regarded me a question.

“You there, little blue bird. What task so drives you to need, He, our Morningstar?”

“To renew his faith. O enchanting sun.”

“Faith, yes I believe you can help him. Yes, i see the question in the greatest of our kinsmen’s green eyes. But that is not what has led you to me Lucifer. The Armor of Dawn is yours to take but I can see the doubt in your eyes. You have slowly lost faith. Not in our father but In what? only you can answer. Yet I wonder will this foreigner lead you back to yourself?” if not the Armor will abandon you to a worse fate down below.”

“My time is short lady.” the Morningstar said to her.

A spinning portal before us opens bringing forth wild currents of spitting light beams. Which than burst out of the eye of the portal. Harmless yet savage in its display before us. “Sire what comes.” i said truly at the end of my knowledge.

My lord’s eyes flush with excitement. The burning flame in his eyes arose to a delirium pitch. Forcing my eyes shut and I had to turn away. What weapon does he summon? What more could an everlasting being needed to travel the valley of Red waste? Could it be some symbol of faith? Surely there are no other Elohim as mighty as he? except a creature not of his race… but the Red dragon is not his enemy. Or does he just prepare? He need only ask and I would have assured him. Ah, i must remember their warning, trust no one. the Morningstar can trust no one.

His handsome hands are well proportioned; strong when i did rest upon them. His body cut an inverted pyramid figure. With broad shoulders. supreme in its form and smooth to touch. there is power… real power. My enemy is clever to raise him so high. to not, would only have hasted his fall. And that to shall come. By my designs.

Finally, a belt buckle took form out of the portals mouth. Overhead a fine breastplate came next with a regal horse tail helmet. Accompanied by an excellent oval shield dotted with germ stones of all colors. Coming next a golden sword as shin guards made up the last to come. All beamed with silver blue light. As if the Armor glowed like diamonds. but it did not after the portal had dissipated.

“Morningstar, you travel to the lands drained of Faith in the Highest One. Should you fine yourself imperil. The Armor will leave you a trace back to the faithful. A single star light as your guide. So look above to him for aid. Yet be cautious eldest son of the Most high. There are powerful Wills below that not even the strongest of faiths can match alone. Trust in our Lord and you will find peace.”

A warning? soon out of his hands my lord issued forth the Silverplated armor which than latched onto him. Strapping the many laces, strips, and pieces of silver plates to the eight most important points of his body. The wrists, the chest, his back, shoulders, ankles, knee shins, groin, and head. I thought in this moment; does a Elohim such as he need such bodily protection? or is it just to please his vanity. My guess it could be both. Lastly to add to my point he snaps his fingers; weaving out of the air a golden sash to rap around his left shoulder ending at the waist. He cut a fabulous figure of divine importance. i was in complete awe of him and so was our host. Her eyes devoured him and nearly came to tears. it was in that time i saw the potential for worship. This lord, my warrior hated his own kin and thought little of them. he would not even cross the room to greet her. Nor stay in her presents no more then necessary. yet in this moment she saw no faults in him gave no judgment or questioned his loyalty to their master. in this moment he was God.

He now sheathes his Sword and thanked his host, and went towards the huge arch window. i followed without a word and we went on our journey.

Deep space beyond the Tower and High Paradise

As we went out from that dreadful Tower in which my lord has acquired his new protection. We descend further still beyond high paradise. And we set ourselves to entering that endless abyss.

His new advantage shimmers like sparkling dust floating upon the back drop of fields of clouds. A fortress yet gracefully as if thrown off a gazers palm before a steep height riding down a fair wind. Each gesture my lord made grew out of a perfect situation found naturally within him. Each building upon the other to create the dance of an Everlasting creature. A wonder to behold.

The enemy of this worlds gaze penetrates each foundation and every spick of dust above us. Casting out all shadows which in turn amplifies the Morning stars born grace to blossom in the light. As a reminder to him of his exclusive favor and continued loyalty. This captures my thoughts upon his intentions as he led the way. Did his lord my enemy know of our journey?

I flew some distance from his magnificent wingspan which overtook the space between us. To any point of view, we were as close as brothers. Yet to far apart to speak with one another in confidence. An advantage i hope to advance down below.

Diving down, pools of off-white clouds collapse and flush into blue snowflakes. Replacing his Gods omnipresent shine with something beautifully foreign. Giving us the illusion of solid mass in front of us so we slowed our pace. Only when we pressed ahead did the clouds shatter before us. which gave us courage to know we were on the right path.

The Morningstar showed great pleasure gliding through the thickest of transparent rolling sheets of soft orange clouds. They enter, leave, and renew as we pass through them. Dense, yet this jungle of Air swirls peacefully like floating water. Childlike in his manner he cleared the vail with broad waves of his wings while also running his fingers across the clear surface of the clouds. lightly weaving his hands to create interesting carvings of art. One i could clearly see took shape. He spent much time with it and quickly created some sort of blattodea insect. One commonly found on my island: One with wings and six jointed legs. He even added two long antennas poking out of its head. And on its inner prothorax he hollowed out a menacing skull of what type of animal I do not know. I wonder if he ever dreamed of creating his own creations. He is just as my enemy perhaps he could. I may feel braver to ask him as we make our way down below.

His partner lady time, spins her hourglass, tipping the sands of time in our favor as we reach the bottom of our future destination. If this was done by lesser creatures, we would have spent 500 years traversing this limbo. Yet now we come upon a gaping chasm. swimming in large bodies of fog which began to swirl around our path. As we enter the next field of the realm between Heaven and hell. i am compelled by the heat of their revenge to ask my lord a question. for now, with my new advantage concealed by this great distance between me and my enemy. i can find the courage to plant a simple lie inside a truth so far from his phony shore.

“Sire, i said moving my flight path to reach his friendly ear. “Sire, earlier when we first approached that tower. Above its door I saw a warning – “Faith absent of Magic is the Path to God. what meaning of this do you derive?”

“Indeed it is a warning. To break the Most-high laws you will surely be cast into to the lake of fire. And i will be thy highest judge to send you off. “

His point spooked me and was not at all simple. but i must come to my point for his mood towards me has changed, again. “sire, please forgive my boldness. I simply say. . . can one above the law break the law? If one knew was the first to break it?
“you presume to say if the history of that law is misplaced or placed there to exclude than the one who created that law is hiding knowledge. But to what end? And if this authority is afeared of what this knowledge can reveal about his origin. This could lead to rebellion.”

He knew my thoughts and without taking any simple steps to get to my point he comes to it. forcing me to answer truthfully. yet of course i will not. to do so would cost me my life and his. And we knew it.
“Sire, i feel the air around us drop. And our beacon of heavenly shade above us fade. Foreign clouds now undoubtedly cover us. Have we not now entered distant shores my lord? Can your lips now tell what the heart wants?” said i to him as if we were friends.
“No.” said he to me and took no notice of me for the remainder of our descent which lasted two weeks.

New pools of colossal ice clouds flock all around us. Swiftly covering our tracks upon the air. My eyes could not see 100 yards in front of me, nor behind or in any direction. The Landscape or realm we entered could be described as the realm of the Air. Each corner of this place lay sheets of orange- gold light. I note no stars nor any source of power that could produce this shine all around us. What feeds this worlds life of endless sky?

The Morningstar soft cheeks and forehead tightens. I believe he has crossed this realm many times. Seeking answers to his desire. But will he grasp his chance? I must risk my life to prepare him slowly for I fear his mood is wild today. One word against his up above master shall send me head long into the land of fire. So I turn my attention to the surrounding area.

I come to delight in this floating realm’s splendor. Yet turn to wonder what lays beneath the cover of these pillow clouds. Beneath the black shadows hiding away from the light. I dare not guess. But I have not long to question for we reach the end between paradise and the vast land of boundaries edge.

Beelzebub Encounters the Morning Star

What does the Morning Star fear down below? Is it blistering solar winds of endless sheets of ice walls followed by stinging fogs so dense and thick even light would need to bend to pass. With only Isolation before him how could he find his why back home? Could it be Hell it’s self he fears? Or is it the endless cavities of wild blackness shifting only to remain still once gazed upon. With little written knowledge of what lays forever hugging the surfaces of these Colossal red Boulders. I could only speculate as others have done before me. If I had to guess it is these deep and vast pits between huge stones he ponders the question. Yet would his Master race cry out for a reprieve for him if he fell head long? could their collective prayer bring aid to him? My final guess would be this; this Angel of light fears confrontation with the unknown. He fears confrontation with an equal.

We fell feet and claws first. The height and depth to reach the ground scales to a colossal free fall nearly 600,000 cubits. As I look up a vast plain of red burning clouds casting the realm in a sealed bubble of dim fog. I saw the Blocking of my sight of a return path.

Turning below the view to our eyes widened and contrasts as we reach mighty stone like pillars covered in red dirt. A field of weathered rock and dust with little to no breezes or gusts of wind to disturb this Graveyard. An endless dirt plain above a world covered in thick shadows and crimson skies. We have arrived at The Pillars of the Red waste. The foundation of our Journey.

Observer allow me a few words on where I have now guided him. This world we have now entered is not a realm at all but an ancient graveyard. Each Pillar a bone, the very air if any is the very breath of the sprits who have fallen. A dead space.

“There beyond those seven hills.” He said to me in a whisper.

My lord quickly catches the spot to our next destination. There is nothing particular in its surface nor interesting enough to describe to indicate his decision to go there. It was the same as any other jagged pillar.

As we land upon it. My lord firmly kneels and touches his hand to the thick ash hiding the rocky surface.

“This place is born of battle. Father were you here?”

“Sire, are we finally far off from that Stoney shore? Perhaps to sing of our journey?

“in this place? You give up so easily golden falcon? We must have faith. Look up there between the fog of clouds do you see it? the almighty stars protection.” Again he whispers to me, curious. I began to fear for my own safety.

He rose his right arm above to our previous path. stopping at his index finger which pointed the way. To what? I could not make out yet but beyond the haze of red clouds and red dust I saw a light. Faint but still there as a beacon of hope to lost travelers far from safety. In his mind it was a way back home. A second choice then the one he has already made. As for me I only beheld above me the cast of an evil eye.

Yet I reveal nothing of my mind and I catch his meaning, and focus on his investigation of the Baron rock. So did he and he said on to me after awhile. “Gods laws were broken here. It is forbidden to seek independents from Our fathers protection. I fear we may have fallen into a trap. Perhaps one set by you?” I ignore his question with a whispered question of my own. “These symbols they are not of the Master Race my lord?”

“The use of Magic little bird is forbidden. I have zero tolerance for its users past or present. But Be of good cheer you were correct there is a Demon. But how long ago did they awake here? These marks are old a Ritual preformed 4 centuries ago? Yes these symbols are indeed ancient.”

Must say it. “The Nephilim could they be the casters Sire?” These were my bold words to him, and he replied mostly delicately.

“Still yourself little bird do not speak their name to me.”

“Sire, then surely only a high ranking angel could have traveled the distance here and back again to cast this spell? Is this the highest Treason?” I said to him with quiet curiosity.

“Such a Angel would be of high in rank. I could not believe a prince of heaven would do this No this spell was casted by a Demon. I know their kind well… there are strong spirits among us: in all the realms especially here. Though they know better then to challenge me. That long Forgotten race well before my time were all carried off and flung into the lake of fire. Yet so long ago who can say. Who would want them back is the question?”

“Sire, This enigma may every well center around who are the Nephilim race? And what did they want?

“Indeed golden falcon.” He said to me with quiet, favor and I reply:

“Sire this magical circle upon the barren rock is nearly faded. What luck we have to be at the end of its color. Another century or two and it’s marks would be lost.”

“We are set upon a path of divine Providence. Come let us fly unannounced here. The great eye is not far.” He said to me as he quietly rose and took flight; his wings expand and cast no shadows over me nor did they disturb the earth around us; he simply began to gently float over the barren-plain; this is when I understood there is nothing beyond his doing. Even in this Vacuum of surrounding dead air he is gentle. Yet I am puzzled why was a being so powerful being so cautious?

I did not have long to ponder this question. For as I took my turn to follow. A foreign sound broke the peace. Suddenly the empty valley became narrow and dense. And I felt a danger change our present circumstance.

Without Prior anticipation or proper guide we fixed our instincts towards the intrusive noise. I did not feel the need to worry but as I looked on to my fellow companion. His face told me everything. His Inferno eyes dim and cool as if they would snuff out at any sound heard. His mouth tightened around his cheek bones. His hands and feet appear to buckle. I felt his energy widen. His own personal shine and Brightness cooled until I could not see him with out struggling. Even his sharpe armor of sliver plates could not flash a color. He became a shadow hugging the rocks; a piece of statue.

After some pause to witness events approaching I sat on his shoulder. like him I scanned the valley for a movement yet my eyes were not as wide, frantic and full of panic as he appeared to me. As I felt the need to question his odd behavior a foreign gust of wind disturbs our hiding place; this brought about a panic I thought I would not see in a divine being; The Morning star appears to be afraid? A heavy cloud of sheet dust washes over us and to my amazement he immediately fled with out any regard to me.

I fell back long but swiftly took flight to catch him before I lost his luminescent, shine. the only map I had to escape this bleak rock and red dust. Yet Before I followed I had to know who or what approaches? What Demonic spirit could thrive here in such a hostile environment.

I did not have long to wonder for I found my answer. I saw out towards a great distance a tiny thing tumble from the burning clouds and continue to fall yet gently, it had a flat indistinct shape and appeared to swing back and forth until it dropped towards the surface of a field of hill like pillars. Only to disappear without a colossal crush or a wave of smoke cloud. No sound? Did it fall between the cracks? Forever lost to hell?

A fast shadow quickly crossed my view and gave me my answer; yet I could not decide what I saw. Could it be a living shadow? A black spot rolling down hills or gliding over seven massive pillars. It flows towards our immediate direction? The morning Star is yards away; but his speed is slow and heavy. I must wait and see how this encounter plays out. I am no warrior so I dive and perch upon some low cliffs we’re I can now make out the black shadow approaching.

Is this a real Demon? The shade of crimson lights that lit this world alive suddenly diminished with a field of harsh grey and orange lights. The burning clouds above now cast shadows as the deepest pits in hades. My eyes went blind so I dared not move. If it were not for the cold embrace of rock pressed against my claws I would have felt as if I were floating in the vacuum of deep space.

My beacon of freedom my burning sword; my answer! Fled with out a sound. There like a tiny flame I saw the morning star racing towards a grey horizons edge. Have these two met before? How could he be so certain of his foes power?

With the demon now closing the gap between them; definitions of its nightmarish features center in my universe; Six long spiny legs as thin as tree branches swipe the open air. A wide, flat oval shape body much like the shape of a blackened leaf flaps; its body curves up and down as its speed increases. The oddness of its appearance make my feathers curl up. I had an unbelievable desire to hide. But I must observe this terror.

A scorched pale humanoid skull sat on its flat back. Dark parallel antennas which could be compared to any forest bug back on my island dominated my view and my disgust. Even under such speeds the pair flew like a star and it’s shadow across space. Yet they appear to almost stand still with each passing second. Each moment I Linger they speed a little farther and farther from my site until,

“They vanished?”

I let go the words without much thought to the unknown consequences to follow. With no time to ponder the historical significance of breaking the silence of unknown centuries. I froze at my present predicament for I peered to be alone. I had but one choice. I have to find his awesome light. I am now but tiny prey. A feast for any hungry demons midgets delight. I take a chance i fly above into what space I did not know. I confused my Up and downs. My vision distorted I saw blends and warping of colors. The reality around me contradicted my understandings of this world. I am at the end of my knowledge.

“TO WHERE?”

I let fly another consequential question to reach unknown listeners. I felt bold in this moment. Yet I knew I could not excuse my mistake with confusion of a random out burst of panic. I knew what space I speak in. This wild plain has set me free from my enemies wrath only to fall into another’s trap. My thoughts and my eyes settle and focus. I begin to see uneven shapes in bright red aberrations. Yet as I still my gaze towards the landscapes before me i see a curious path of jagged rocks. Each colossal pillar made a natural path; one after another in some soft of natural direction. I took this path as a sign to lead the way towards his immortal shine.

A little vitalizing air whistles through my feathers. A ray of light not nearly strong enough to redeem this demonic world form darkness becomes visible before me and I peer into the the darkness.

Deep within the most dense pockets of rock and dust. A test of wills slowly unraveled before me. The Morning-stars shine finally dimes completely as a dark cloud hovers overhead trapping him in what I could not describe. The moments i could glimpse when my lord could break free from the shadows embrace. I saw his feet were formally pressed against the rocky terrain; paradoxically an everlasting immortal accustomed to flight now saw his wings fall useless upon the ground. So the morning star relied upon his perfect upper body strength to dominate this demonic force. The silver plated armor so graceful upon his skin did little to impact his defense against this monster. The Demon tore at its leather laces and latches, and everything in between, and removed most of the plated armor exposing his fire which caused a demoniacal echo to burst out from the monsters pinchers; I took this as a terrible sound of joy. I view another moment just as it appeared the demon wrestled control of the battle. I saw the panic on Lucifer’s brow. The next moment revealed to me I saw the nakedness of my lords back side. His mighty arms were stretch out high exposing his broad back towards the black gaze of a real Demon. This foes body tightened and flexed out of its lower abdomen a pale spike; I could not guess to what purpose the demons fantasy took shape; its long tube like funnel stretches out to gain momentum. For the final blow? Or some other sinister motive?

These Celestial beings astonishing struggle though hard to witness shook me to my core. But I must see more for I fear we are at our journeys end. More shadows over take my sight again and I am left alone to guess. Lucifer is an immortal. An everlasting creature or is he not? None can say they know of him. Yet His fame is widely known and common knowledge. He’s deeds extraordinary. His divine beauty unquestioned. His dominance in battle unequaled. Yet as the first to behold this evermore spirit of all seasons I am left with more questions then answers. Could he really be devoured?

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Beelzebub vs Lucifer

Beelzebub vs Lucifer

Before I knew what to do next I heard his cry for DELIVERANCE! Beneath blankets of mysterious fogginess; his wild scream rang with an enormous echo! His need to reach his creator for a reprieve at first surprised me. Yet I waited for his masters response too. I drew a breath and after awhile when none came for this Son of dawn. I began to hope and nearly began to pray. Never! I turn from that foul thought as a along crawl to silence within me slowed my anxiety. I no longer had sense of were he stood or how far I was to him. Yet I was not as afraid as I thought to be.

In a space of a few moments I gave out a special prayer. A Hymn but not to my enemy high above but to the brightest star in all of creation. I sang a song to Lucifer.

“Thou burning sun with golden beam,
thou silver shield with softer gleam,
O praise Him, O praise Him! O praise him!

My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.”

Crown him with many crowns,
The heirloom upon his fathers throne;

Crown him with many crowns,
Arise, Arise to take up your fathers throne.”

Then came the sound of claps of thunder rude enough to shake the whole sky. I lost track of my self and I believe i may have been stunned. Fortunately a spec of wild light now centered in my universe. Lucifer with great pain seized himself out of his foes demonic trap. Taking up his foe he gained momentum and hurls his nemesis head long before a great chasm. With little visibility beyond a few feet in front of me I could not confirm it’s fall.

A massive flash followed by waves of cold dust wildly sweeping towards my direction. I quickly dove above to unknown spaces and quickly found my self in the hands of my lords fingers. Mostly gently did he hold me as I felt the speed of his escape now take us higher and higher. I believe now our journey has come to an end and I have failed.

Chapter 4 – The Nepfillim Race

High Paradise a kingdom i wish to never to fly over. I had believed and hoped to be nearing the gates of that black heaven. But the day’s events push me to take a new direction.

As my lord reached his masters friendly shore. He dove to the every cliffs of High paradise. when he found his footing. He locked his gaze back below to the abyss. I sat quietly on his shoulder. I equally wanted to know and see the boldness of demons. My lord gazed for some time before I quietly Interrupted his watch with another attack on his faith.

“Lucifer did you hear my song?”

“Do you truly believe our foe is defeated?” he said to me.

The edge of paradise lays feet away from a dense forest. Exotic birds, all kinds beds of flowers, insects and array of fungus plants populated throughout the forest. The Morningstar turned his attention away from the abyss and began searching the densely wooded landscape. Many animals fled yet few curious deer approached us before walking off.

Time flew by without a moment to rest. Soon a great gathering of his kinsmen appeared out of the woods. Many fell to their knees in disbelief. Some called out to my lord asking for permission to step forward. The Morningstar ignored them and continued his watch over the edges and far lands of high paradise.

“The demon is here.” he said to me and I turned to him in agreement. “Sire, though I do not doubt a demon is near. Our Demon is still far away but within our reach still. Will we remain here?”

“I see now my path forward. We must seek Arch Angel Azazal for guidance. I will need his counsel.”

“Will this Demon come?” I do not question his decision and ask a question of my own.

“It may wait or attack at any moment. To our advantage we are within my father’s domain. It will have to be on its best behavior. Come let us set upon our next task before returning below.

“Lead on O mighty sun.” I said to him.