9:05am
Gabriel noticed something interesting. He felt there were many souls here, ghosts. He even saw a few. But as he walked through the third floor, he smelt something bad. Like sulphur. "Ahh..yes, a dark soul." It was faint, but he caught some of the stench. He walked to the third dor on the left. As he got closer to the room, the smell was more intense. He opened the door.
The teacher, a young woman, looked over at him. She was writing
something on the blackboard. "Yes? Can I help you.."
Gabriel smiled, "No. Not you." He looked around the room..then he
found it. The nephilim. He walked to his desk.
Diabolus looked up from his book. "Yeah? Looking for something?"
Gabriel sniffed at him, crouching beside him. "Found it. So..been feeling sick lately, not up to par with your normal self? I imagine the dreams are quite detailed. Hmm?"
The boy said, "What? How did you know?"
"I have ways. We will meet again." Then he stood up. He headed for the door. Yes, he was certain now. The half-angel had a dark soul within him. But he couldn't take it without killing him, and that would cause a scene. Too many people.
The teacher asked sternly, "Hey! *What* was that about? Are you his father?"
Gabriel chuckled. "No..definitely *not*. You wouldn't want to meet his father." Then he walked out and shut the door. He continued walking to the end of the hall. He opened the window and jumped out. On the ground now, he went across the street and turned around, facing the school. All he had to do was wait.
10:31am
EDEN
It looked worse than Los Angeles. Smog was everywhere, the pipes
brewed smoke pollutants. Very dark. It was an environmentalist's worst nightmare. The buildings were empty. The only people present were those in the construction area, men in black sitting on the girders.
Simon walked up to the long gate. He saw the sentry. "Gemayel..I'm
back."
The other angel unhitched the latch. The gate creaked open with a rusty sound. "Michael is expecting you. Go."
As Simon walked past him, he saw Gemayel close the iron gate and
lock it again. Simon made his way to the top of the steel structure,
finally arriving ten stories up. He walked to the doorway and entered.
A man in a grey coat sat in a chair. He was strongly built, with grey patches in his hair. He appeared to be a man in his early forties. There were many railings above. Lit candles were lined up on all of them, too many to count.
Simon bowed gracefully. "Michael, I have returned."
Michael nodded. "Yes. How is progress?"
"I've spoke with the boy, Cole. And Malcolm. I belkieve they
talked this mornong."
"Good. We know that Gabriel is there, to kill the nephilim. He's blinded by his jealousy, he can't see that Diabolus isn't the one. The nephilim to be chosen will be one of our kind, of an angel loyal to God. NOT a child of the Fallen ones. Yet, Cole will be in danger for what he knows. I want you to talk to Midael. Tell him to go to Phiiadelphia, take two of his troops with him. He is to protect Cole from the Rebels. He is also part of this..it was predestined that he be a..messenger for the souls of mankind. He is to guide them..also, he can help us learn of something that I am suspicious of. I sense another angel, attempting to destroy all realms. It's not Lucifer, of
that I am certain. Go. Find Midael."
"Yes." Simon walked out of the sanctuary.
Michael took a candle and held his hand over the wick...it immediately lit up. He placed the candle on a rail. He sighed. "Soon, Cole..soon you will understand what you are to do. But will you be ready?"
Gabriel noticed something interesting. He felt there were many souls here, ghosts. He even saw a few. But as he walked through the third floor, he smelt something bad. Like sulphur. "Ahh..yes, a dark soul." It was faint, but he caught some of the stench. He walked to the third dor on the left. As he got closer to the room, the smell was more intense. He opened the door.
The teacher, a young woman, looked over at him. She was writing
something on the blackboard. "Yes? Can I help you.."
Gabriel smiled, "No. Not you." He looked around the room..then he
found it. The nephilim. He walked to his desk.
Diabolus looked up from his book. "Yeah? Looking for something?"
Gabriel sniffed at him, crouching beside him. "Found it. So..been feeling sick lately, not up to par with your normal self? I imagine the dreams are quite detailed. Hmm?"
The boy said, "What? How did you know?"
"I have ways. We will meet again." Then he stood up. He headed for the door. Yes, he was certain now. The half-angel had a dark soul within him. But he couldn't take it without killing him, and that would cause a scene. Too many people.
The teacher asked sternly, "Hey! *What* was that about? Are you his father?"
Gabriel chuckled. "No..definitely *not*. You wouldn't want to meet his father." Then he walked out and shut the door. He continued walking to the end of the hall. He opened the window and jumped out. On the ground now, he went across the street and turned around, facing the school. All he had to do was wait.
10:31am
EDEN
It looked worse than Los Angeles. Smog was everywhere, the pipes
brewed smoke pollutants. Very dark. It was an environmentalist's worst nightmare. The buildings were empty. The only people present were those in the construction area, men in black sitting on the girders.
Simon walked up to the long gate. He saw the sentry. "Gemayel..I'm
back."
The other angel unhitched the latch. The gate creaked open with a rusty sound. "Michael is expecting you. Go."
As Simon walked past him, he saw Gemayel close the iron gate and
lock it again. Simon made his way to the top of the steel structure,
finally arriving ten stories up. He walked to the doorway and entered.
A man in a grey coat sat in a chair. He was strongly built, with grey patches in his hair. He appeared to be a man in his early forties. There were many railings above. Lit candles were lined up on all of them, too many to count.
Simon bowed gracefully. "Michael, I have returned."
Michael nodded. "Yes. How is progress?"
"I've spoke with the boy, Cole. And Malcolm. I belkieve they
talked this mornong."
"Good. We know that Gabriel is there, to kill the nephilim. He's blinded by his jealousy, he can't see that Diabolus isn't the one. The nephilim to be chosen will be one of our kind, of an angel loyal to God. NOT a child of the Fallen ones. Yet, Cole will be in danger for what he knows. I want you to talk to Midael. Tell him to go to Phiiadelphia, take two of his troops with him. He is to protect Cole from the Rebels. He is also part of this..it was predestined that he be a..messenger for the souls of mankind. He is to guide them..also, he can help us learn of something that I am suspicious of. I sense another angel, attempting to destroy all realms. It's not Lucifer, of
that I am certain. Go. Find Midael."
"Yes." Simon walked out of the sanctuary.
Michael took a candle and held his hand over the wick...it immediately lit up. He placed the candle on a rail. He sighed. "Soon, Cole..soon you will understand what you are to do. But will you be ready?"
