WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ ANGELS - Camael


Over the next several weeks, we will be sharing excerpts of the angelic characters from a work in progress, THE DARKNESS WITHIN, Book Three by Angelica Hart and Zi.


ANGEL WINGS OF HOPE

Aether - Camael's joy

May the Angels of Magic and Miracles help you find the joy and passion in life again. If you need them, just call... ~ (not Ghostbusters)


Camael: Angel of joy.


Camael raced over the waterway like a skipping stone, which was reasonably significant considering he had paws rather than feet. Though as upright as any human, he had the appearance of a full-furred tiger. Only, Camael rather than colored tawny like most, his fleece held shades of ivory, beiges, browns with emerald highlights as if stroked by a master artist. His dark, ebony-hued stripes outlined through the thick coat, a well-defined muscular chest and stomach as well as chiseled biceps. He towered over nine feet tall, but had cat like grace and elegance. His eyes were white wells that shimmered, his ears twitched with alertness and his wings were perpetually upright and as soft as feathers. Though they, too, were pelt covered.

Did Camael fly? No. Why not? The image of power was displayed by his gaits of muscular grace.

Camael did everything in a rush as if racing against something or someone. In actuality, it was his exuberance that charged his being and sent him whooshing across the both Aether and Earthly dimensions, seeking to spread beauty, joy, and contentment. His name was loosely translated as one who saw God, so, Camael shared his astonishment with every world. God was good.

He belonged to the order of the Powers, and was known as the Angel of Joy. His listened open-heartedly and intently for those who called upon him. If bliss didn't accentuate his entire essence, he would have been disheartened at how many choose to seep in misery when all they had to do was utter a request. He was there, begging to be heralded by any in need. He was there when people were in agony. He was there with Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, leeching away Jesus' agony.

He was very aware of the mischief created by his fallen brethren. He refused to be judgmental. Every fallen angel had a back story. So he relished the bedevilment they brought.

He knew to think their heinous crimes mischief belied the severity of their destruction, but Camael was joy infested, and also understood these moments in that other sphere were but a speck compared to eternity. It would pass, and only the Almighty truly understood the hearts of all. Every angel of the light held fragments of His glory, so how much more forgiving and caring and endlessly healing would his love be to those broken by the wayward angels. Sure there were Tabris and Rameil who were hard-liners, so as a balance Camael existed.

Camael's legs took the full impact as he landed on the ground on the other side of the river. He had places to be and things to do and all quickly. He was in this Holy War and intent on drowning out as much despair as possible. Whose despair? Glorious question. Anyone's caught his attention and his service, thus, he did not take sides.

The ovation of a pomp of trumpets announced a known entity. "Ah, where are you off to now, brother?" the familiarity of brother, was said with a sneer.

Camael spun about and found himself confronted by Murmur, the Earl of Hell.  "Brother! How grand to see you!"

Murmur did an eye roll. "Must you be relentlessly... cheerful." The ducal crowned Murmur sat on his Griffin who spun with anxiousness.

A booming laugh erupted with such force the air seemed to quiver. "You surely jest."

"Jest? Really? Who uses words like jest?" Murmur though himself a philosopher and teacher, oft deceiving the weak-minded.

"Come, come, what is it that you seek?"

"A favor."

"It would give me pleasure."

"There is a human." The demon knew Camael would instantly recognize lies and misdirection so didn't brother to attempt manipulation. "Leave him be." The Griffin bounded upward, extending its wings then glided back to solid ground.

"Who?" As do large cats, Camael, circled the Griffin, eye-balling it as if prey, though the mystical creature was not to be a feast but a frolic.

"You know who... Fred Housermeyer, the nerd, the dork, perhaps the oldest virgin at his college."

"Everyone knows Fred Fred Housermeyer dunderhead." The cat's face sniggered. "You wish to use him?" The smirk flashed to a serious glare.

"No, just let him continue unhampered." Actually, Murmur did have plans for Fred, simple plans but ones that would ripple outward to many others. Camael had to back-off. Fred did not need to grow a personality. Left alone, Fred would always be too introverted to get laid, which in turn would make him even more introverted and inevitably depressed. If Camael granted him humor, even gamely sorts got the girl. Murmur would nudge him toward teaching, and Fred's gloom would spread to his students. His unrealistic and time consuming homework assignments would make those same students angry, and they'd take it out on others. There was an apt place in the universe for unhappy virgins. Those others would spread the dark mood, and so on, and so on. It was glorious. Inspired. Crafty to the butt slap of the Great Minotaur. Fred just needed to be left to be Fred. Unlovable Fred. Murmur muttered the word, "Simple."

"Simple?"

"I meant simply leave him alone. Do nothing."

"I see."

"Said the carpenter as he picked up his hammer and saw. Here's my advice. Bound off and leave Fred to his own devices. Go chase an wildebeest. Lick your fur. Have some kid find a thorn in your paw. Just go and get lost in the Aether." He muttered, it will help my cause.

"I value Fred. Poor unfucked Fred. Someone needs to help him find some social lubrication."

Wanted to power his point. "My cause is to block Medan from progressing. Not about the joviality of dicking. Medan is trying to move past me on the hierarchy. Trying to assert inordinately cruel policy. You wouldn't want that would you? He is not congenial like me. Yes, watercolor me a nice demon." Murmur couldn't resist a tad of misdirection.

"Not my concern, but my immediate business was not with Fred." He double winked, the first at Murmur and second at the Griffin.

"Rumor suggests differently."

"I have no reason to lie."

Murmur looked lost for a moment, and then waved his hand as if swatting an annoying insect. "Then I owe you nothing." With that he vanished in a swamp-reeking vapor.

"Hmmm," muttered Camael, and then laughed before disappearing from the Aether as well.

continued next week

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About the Story: The Darkness Within is a fast-paced supernatural thriller involving, kidnapping, romance, gypsies, and supernatural beings. The tale revolves around private detective Brie (Gabriella) Tyler's investigation of several missing young women believed to be runaways. Somehow, it connects to a past she cannot remember.   While trying to find his missing niece, Jake Marlo, the owner of prestigious private detective agency, crosses path with Brie. Independent and feisty, Tyler resists Marlo's help and romantic attention. The two collide as heinous henchmen and supernatural forces threaten to destroy their lives.


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