Chapter 1

I don’t know why I let him talk me into to going to these things. It is pointless in my eyes. A group of young twenty something year olds acting like hooligans and drinking until they become blue in the face is not my idea of a good time. All of these gatherings can only have one outcome. Scenario one is one person at the get together drinks too much and the rest of the group must take care of that person. However, there are two subcategories depending on the gender of the sick person. If the ill individual is male, they will be either taken care of (if they are close with the rest of the group), or they will be ignored, and let to fed to themselves. If they are female, they will either be taken care of (if they are close to the rest of the group and are NOT sexually involved with any of the groups members, male or female), or they will be taken advantage of in more than often a sexual manner.

And on cue, there’s the look from Valefor, a sure sign that he has been invading my thoughts once again. I’m surprised he even remembers that I am here, as he’s too busy trying to act like a rowdy and sexually stimulated college student with the other nine people currently drinking and dancing in the small apartment. He will never learn. Is that not the reason he fell? Yet he still insists on seducing human women for his own twisted pleasures. I’ve asked him about his ways on many occasions, trying to get him to stop and realize his wrong doings. Yet I get the same answer every single time: “Why should I stop doing something that is no longer wrong?”

Oh. . .I’ve forgotten. You probably are completely ignorant of that which I ponder. Well, this is understandable, as one: you are hearing these words from the depths of my mind and two: experience resides within my soul. Experience FAR beyond that which you have experienced.

It is amusing how your kind functions. You can be the cruelest people in some instances, yet your ability to love can be so strong sometimes that you could make someone such as myself weep with joy. But now is not one of those times, as the group that I am with right now is dancing wildly to a rhythm that is blaring from a large silver contraption, a contraption that I believe you call a ‘radio.’

‘This is your setting, is it not Valefor?’

‘This is heaven, old friend!’

‘You and your ironic statements.’

‘Me? You are irony embodied, Andreas. But allow me to return to my fun!’

Yes, your fun. You and the woman gyrating on you should probably bypass the dancing and go straight to the sex. Dancing can be so sexually charged, it baffles me as to why that part is just skipped. Perhaps it is the deferment of the act that makes the actual act more satisfying. Yes, I suppose that make sense, since I once was as promiscuous as Valefor is.

“Get up and dance with me!” a voluptuous young woman comes up to me and blurts out, already a bit inebriated.

“Naw, I’m good.” I reply, copying the vernacular of everyone else. As you probably already have realized, if I were to talk to people the way I think, people would think I was more than a bit strange, and neither I, nor Valefor want to stick out at all. Besides, I don’t want to dance. Do not misunderstand, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the young woman. She is breathtaking, though her beauty is downplayed by her current drunkenness. I am more of an observer than a doer.

“Oh c’mon, cutie!” the girl persists, obviously hoping the dancing will lead to other things later. That’s the thing about human women. They complain that all men think about it sex and that is all they want from women; however, they are just as guilty of succumbing to pleasures of the flesh. They are simply more discreet in their sexual endeavors. Well, at least a good portion of them are. . .

Oh, fine woman! I’ll dance with you! Man, this one is persistent. I just hope she does not think that this will lead to anything else. Now, I’m quite sure that most of you men believe that I am foolish for not wanting to do anything sexual in nature with this woman, or any woman for that matter. But it does not bother me what you believe. You do not know my story. If I were to tell you what Valefor and I once were, you would think I was more deranged than I am already portraying myself to be. You see, Valefor and I . . .

And there it is! The first attempt to stimulate my loins through the gyrating of her hips and backside on me. Just proof that women are just as sexual as men. Oh, and listen to what she’s thinking:

‘He’s cute. . . bout time I got laid. . .wonder how big his. . .’

You get the idea.

I suppose you would like to know exactly who I am and how I’m communicating with you without opening my mouth. Well, it is not really something that I could tell you and you would agree that it makes sense. You must have a mind open to all possibilities. So, if you are a person who does not believe in that which is not commonplace, you may as well go ahead and find something else to do, because what I am about to say you will not believe anyway. But for those of you who do believe that there is more to the world than meets the eye, prepare yourselves. For you see. . .

Wow. This young lady is quiet flexible. And the two young women in the corner must really enjoy each other’s company. . .

Uh. . .I apologize for my constant lapses in thought. Distractions in this place are quite frequent as one would imagine. As I was saying, before the sight of two women fondling each other broke my concentration, Valefor and I are not of your race. We are not even of this plane of existence. For one such as yourself, this may be hard to comprehend, for as I said before, most of your kind does not believe that which they cannot see, thus introduces my dilemma. How am I to explain the intricacies of that which I am? It is a simple matter for me and probably an even simpler matter for my untamed companion. Simply put, Valefor and I are angels.

Well. . .

We were Angels. Valefor and I were once the humble servants of the Lord. I can understand if it is hard to fathom, however I warned you that what I had to say would be more than uncommon.

‘Well, if you two are truly angels, what are you doing on Earth?’

That is what you are thinking right now, is it not? Remember, I’ve been reading the thoughts and feelings of everyone at this party. What makes you think that I cannot read yours?

In the world of angelic beings, there are many different types and ranks of angels called Choirs. Within the each of the Choirs, were three different orders of angels. Valefor and I were of an order called the Grigori, or the Watchers. We were charged with being the shepherds of your race. But unfortunately, we got a bit too close with your race, especially the women of your race. Some of us, myself included, even had children with these women, hybrids called Nephilim. They were considered abominations, and thus, The Almighty commanded that a flood cover the world and destroy all that we had done that was against His will. However, we were already doomed, as we Watchers were apart of the vile Lucifer and Cendalphon’s rebellion against Heaven. To this day I do not know why I participated in a rebellion against the Infallible One. We were destined to lose, no matter what we did. And we did lose, and for our punishment, we were cast out of Paradise. So yes. . .I have seen and done a lot, even though I appear to be not a day over twenty-four or so.

Now you are wondering why Valefor and I are here instead of burning in the fires of the Abyss. Well, simply put, before I was judged and sent to the Abyss, unlike many, I saw the error in my ways and I repented for my sin and betrayal of the Lord. Though I did spend some time in the pits of Hell, I was forgiven. And though I could not re-enter Heaven and get my angelic wings back, the demonic protrusions that took their place after my fall were removed and I was given most of my angelic abilities back. Thus, I was allowed to roam earth as and earthly angel. Valefor, on the other hand, did not feel any remorse, and still does not feel any. However, even despite the fact that he did not agree with Heaven, he did not like taking orders for those in Hell either. So he was outcast, and sent here. So he is part human, as I am? No, he’s not. Once you become a demon, you can never go back to being human. He’s something else entirely.

Thus he remains on earth, continuing to perform the same acts he did when he was sent to the Abyss. Sometimes, I wonder why I even continue to consort with him. Before he was judged and sent to Hell, he even went as far as to curse the Great Seraph Michael. But, he was my friend when we were in Heaven, and I suppose it remains the same now. He does not try to turn me back to the ways of darkness, and I return the favor, though I do try to let him see the futility in his actions. But other than having sex with mortal women and making them yearn for his touch once more, he is harmless. He no longer enjoys the smell of blood and killing. All he wants is . . . sex.

‘Talking about me again, Andreas?’

‘Just telling the story of The Fall. You can go back to your fondling.’

‘I’m not fondling. I’m just talking to the woman.’

Whatever. You see how quickly he’s moved from one woman to another? That’s Valefor, but I suppose it’s in his nature. Anyway, as I was saying before, I roam this Earth searching for. . .

Wait. . . now that is interesting. You see, this is a prime example of how your race can surprise me sometimes. The woman Valefor is talking to is an extremely complex person. She is full of ambition and drive, and intends to do many things in her life. She’s taking an astounding amount of classes in school, she works every weekend, and she never really goes out to have any kind of fun. Actually, this is the first time in a long time that she actually had any kind of fun. And the main reason is her. . . boyfriend.

And no, her boyfriend is not the controlling type. From her thoughts and memories of him, he is actually a good guy and a great boyfriend. He treats her like a queen, and she is not used to being treated like that. So why are she and Valefor talking about, well, I’ll give you one guess. As subtle as they may try to be, I know their thoughts. She has an unusually high sex drive. . .that’s not good. . .because Valefor, as you know, can also read thoughts. . .

She is trying so hard to control her urges. Even without my abilities, I could tell. It permeates her facial expression. She doesn’t know why she wants him so badly. To her, he’s not really that attractive, which is first when comparing the many other women that Valefor has been with.

‘Then what is it? Is it his cologne? No, he’s not wearing cologne. His eyes are piercing. But that can’t be it either. She wasn’t feeling like this earlier. Was it the alcohol? Possibly. But no, I’m not going to cheat on Donovan. But . . .he’s back in Raquia until Monday. He won’t . . . no. I’ll talk to the guy, but that’s it. . . . but I’m so . . .’

She . . . is a determined person, but has trouble adhering to her decisions. A combination that one would believe would work against each other, do you not agree? And with that type of personality, I feel sorry for her, because Valefor will take advantage of that indefinitely . . .

I apologize, but the tale of my origins will have to wait. It is situations like this that reaffirm the type of being I once was. I cannot pass up the chance to watch and analyze how your race reacts to different circumstances that occur throughout life. And this, my friends, should prove to be an interesting dilemma. The internal struggle has already begun for Arianna. If she really wanted to, she could sleep with Valefor and her boyfriend would never know, but her conscience is pleading with her not to. Yes, this should be interesting indeed . . .