Chapter 1: Requesting An Angel

The Kingdom had been something that people had strived to enter for millions of millennia. People sought to enter beyond the great pearly gates into the Kingdom of God. However, all of them were deceived by the disciples of Jesus Christ into believing that the Angels were the great and powerful beings of light and goodness and the demons were the harsh and cruel beings of darkness and evil.

As the years past and the Angels grew dark and corrupt, the Father turned them away from Heaven. He cast them into the darkness of the human world and granted them each a great curse, the curse of mortality. As the years past and they fell from the Grace of Heaven, they grew restless and wished to see the gates once more. They knew that to do this, they would need divine assistance. They found that in the light of Heaven in one who was not content only being a creature of light, but yearned to be a creature of shadow, with powers greater than those of God Himself.

Gabriel stood at the feet of the Almighty Creator and bowed his head deeply. He even knew that he was not worthy to look upon the face of God. He shook in the Creators presence and felt his heart rapidly beating, almost beating out of his fragile frame.

“My great and powerful Lord of Lords,” he spoke softly to the floor, “my Lord Meatatron has been murdered my Lord,” Gabriel whispered, afraid that in his anger, God would strike him down for the horrific news.

“How dare something like this occur in My House!” God thundered and Gabriel felt the heat begin to radiate from him, “After all that I have done for you sniveling half-breeds, you weak wayward sheep who have fallen so far and done so much evil, after I have forgiven every one of your pathetic sins, you dare allow My successor to be murdered in My very Own House!” He screamed into the sky above him and then beat his hands on the arms of the char that he sat in.

“You are going to fix this Gabriel. You are going to fix this and no one will ever know the wiser,” God began. Gabriel looked at the floor and smiled. God knew everything and knew that Gabriel would make the right choices and do His bidding without question.

“How may I serve You my Great and Almighty Lord?” he said, still staring at the floor.

“I am going to need another heir and soon. I don’t want to hear about waiting for another like Lithinial to come along so that I may have another son. I need someone of noble birth, now. With no questions asked. I want you to find me an angel like that and bring her to Me tonight. Understand?” he said menacingly.

“I shall find someone immediately Your Highness.” Gabriel said and turned from the Creator.

As he walked away from the Seat of God, he looked at the other angels that passed him, those who were as twisted and as self-serving as himself. He knew that to find an angel who would be willing to produce an heir for God would be easy, the only thing that would be hard would be to find an angel who was willing to also serve him and follow his instructions.

Gabriel sat down and looked out at the stretch of angels before him and looked into each of their faces. How perfect they all looked, each and every one of them, looking at him with innocent eyes. All save one.

Lillith looked at Gabriel calculatingly, almost accusingly and seemed to look through his very being.

She was lovely. Her long muscular legs and arms stretched far out and stuck out at odd angles and her face was harsh, cruel and devoid of love almost. Though at the corners of her mouth there was a softness that managed to leak through, a longing and deep desire for love. She was the one. She had never really known how to love and had locked her heart to any chance of meeting another. She would know love. She was the one.

Gabriel stood and walked briskly to Lillith and offered his hand to lift her to her feet.

“My Lady. You sit alone and without company. Please come with me so that we may sit together my dear,” Gabriel offered gently and caringly.

“How kind of you to offer to sit with me Gabriel. I do know your agenda however and feel that to sit with a traitor would be an awfully big risk. Don’t you think?” Lillith said cruelly, yet allowed a smile to appear on her icy lips.

“Now Lillith, you know that the things that are said about me are greatly exaggerated. Do you really believe everything that you hear?” Gabriel offered back to her. This time he was equally harsh in his tone, yet allowed it to drip with honey.

“I do when I see those important to the Creator dying at your feet and you refuse to act my—friend. Now leave me so that I may think in my solitude.”

Gabriel laughed and allowed his gentle lips to part with a smile. “Come, your solitude will be at an end soon enough. The Lord wants to see you in His chambers this evening.” He roughly lifted her to her feet and grabbed her shoulders.

“You need to be ready for an intimate meeting with our Lord and Savior,” he whispered into her ear as her eyes widened and her heart began to race.