WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ ANGELS - Ecanus and Forcas
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 - The story of Ecanus and Forcas
Butterflies hover and feathers appear whenever lost loved ones and Angels are near. Songs ring as clouds sing, brightening soul after soul, Angels are heaven's gold. ~ Delaware
Ecanus: Angel of Writers
Forcas: Angel of invisibility
Ecanus, Angel of Writers, blew kisses to her momentary Juliet, Madalene, a fairy who was dancing with Dotted Blue and Eufala Skipper butterflies amongst freshly bloomed amber marigolds. The fairy blew winged-kisses back, smiled, and then flitted off. Fairies were fickle like that.
“She is my heart, but I don’t think she realizes how deeply I feel.” said Ecanus.
"She's confused. We did that to her."
"I get that I inked love ballets... unsigned."
"One's that fell onto my shoulders. So if you love her, show her,” her brother Forcas advised. “You inspire writers with originality and prod them until they complete their tasks. Surely, she will see you are the force behind all the beautiful words written by all the romance writers ever known. You were the muse for Cyrano de Bergerac, for badness sake. Enchant her heart.”
Ecanus flinched a little. She sometimes forgot that Forcas was fallen. Once in the angelic hierarchy, he was now a duke in Hades, tasked to teach rhetoric, logic and math. He, also, had the power to turn humans invisible, and on a whim could restore lost property. However, he did not flit in the demonic culture's heinous side, for he did not wish to be far from his sister. They were akin. Goodness resided deep within Forcas despite denouncing the written laws of heaven, claiming they were not logical. That act tossed him into the underside, yet, here he returned to the enchanted forest to help Ecanus foster love. His work for the dark below, he delegated to underlings.
There was another reason, however that kept him where he should not dwell, and that was the fairy, Madalene. He loved her as did his sister. Or at least that was story that protected Ecanus. Forcas was forced into the realm of the Fallen when he claimed authorship of the collection of billet-doux. Those were love letters penned by Ecanus to Madalene, and forbidden by the Angelic authority. So banished to the hellions, he spoke of his love for Madalene, being both the mask and shield for his sister, Ecanus.
Ecanus laughed sadly. “I know what I do for others, but am unable to find the words to tell her, to write her. Ironic is it not?”
"Your vexation is not the words but the courage to claim them as your own." He looked at his sister, and thought how fully ironic it all was, both loving the same woman all for public perception, but he would never forsake his sister. Hell was not for her. Her happiness was paramount, and he knew she felt very much the same. She oft risked becoming a fallen angel just by harboring him.
In that way, they were much alike, they were also similar in size, small in stature. Also, they both had triple wing appendages growing from the thoracic area on their spines. Ecanus’ wings were veined and colorful like a butterfly’s. She wore nothing. Ruddy Copper butterflies attached themselves to her breasts and pussy mound, wrists and ankles, giving her the look of movement even when she remained utterly still. A raven attracted by the metallic glint of her unique wear, oft perched upon her shoulder and seemed to whisper urgent messages into her ear. It was known that both butterflies and ravens were instruments that nurtured love.
Forcas used to have similar wings, but since being oust, his leathery wings now resembled those belonging to bats. He, too, preferred no adornment but a single oversized bat, Binky, attached itself to his penis mound, occasionally suckling upon Forcas’ blood. That was both pleasant and horrifying.
“If I were human, I send her flowers every day. Here, we live among every flower nature could provide and imagination can conceive.”
“Then send her prose every day,” Forcas offered. "Your raven can go to her and whisper your love words."
“If only I could borrow that which I rouse in others.”
“You can, my dearest sister.”
“Would not be fair. I must be my own inspiration.”
"Are you so inspired?"
"Then bled your heart unto her."
“Love you to the throne and back, dearest brother, but I still cannot.” Ecanus hugged him tightly. “Now, come, there is a love story to be put back on its path, that of Jessica and Monica.”
“As you wish,” Forcas said, but thought, no, you would not allow me to write for you. Ecanus was all good and kind and wonderful. If he could, he'd do it without permission from Ecanus. Besides, Madalene was his sister's muse. He loved Ecanus and she loved her. He’d write his heart and give the credit to his sister. His reward would be seeing his sister’s joy. He felt he could have her raven sing the songs of love.
Little did he know that tact would hurt everyone.
continued next week
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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