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.
***
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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