Special II. Angelology And The Days Of Creation (Mastered)
“Come forth, my child.” And the firstborn angel was formed. A double-edged sword which has two pair of wings, whitest, purest, and with the spirit of God, and the life inside it, the Light called the sword, a Seraphim.
“.שמך יהיה מיכאל” The Light spoke of a Celestial language. He gave the Seraphim free will and a consciousness. He also gave it wisdom as far as He has.
[Translation: שמך יהיה מיכאל – Thy name shall be Michael.]
White as snow, with a purity robe, and golden armor, four whitest wings, illuminated its light, and the beauty of purity of the angel amazed its Creator. “Michael means He who is like God.”
Befitting, God or the Light is pure, holy, and beautiful. His brightness brought warmth to everything around.
He wasn’t contented with just one. The Light thought that the Seraphim may get lonely as He was.
He created another one, so different, so colorful and glamorous.
With four colorful wings, illuminated in its rainbow-like armor and white robe, He spoke, “My beauty, my masterpiece, manifest!” and another Seraphim manifested, created entirely with His words. “Thou shall be called Samael.”
His tone, somehow, was filled with joy and grief at the same time.
The possibilities of future for Samael were quite blurry and stemmed many situations.
He understood that there was something that may change in His creation.
He gave them free will, the freedom to choose whatever they see fit, however, he also warned them of the consequences of disobedience.
“Samael means Blindness of God.” He spoke, suitable for what the future holds for the colorful angel.
The two angels looked at each other, reflected in each other’s form - the only difference was their color.
“You’re twins, one face, but two creatures.” The Light explained to the two.
The Seraphim were of the highest order of the angels. The most powerful and held the most important position in their home-Heaven.
“Michael shall be appointed as the Power of God as you have my wisdom and my powers to the ends of the earth.” His sweet delight can be heard through His gentle voice.
Michael’s wings fluttered so beautifully and elegantly in the air.
The two Seraphim took on the appearance of a double-edged sword with two pair of greyish-silvery wings at their back and their godly form took on a blonde golden hair with greyish silvery irises.
“And thou wilt be the Will of God. Together, you will maintain the universe that I will make. From the love and the power that I have, I will create a world where righteousness, kindness, and beauty can exist freely.” His words were music to the Seraphims.
He clothed Michael with a golden armor with a white robe springing across his right shoulder dancing down to his heel like a cape.
He then suited Samael with a silver armor with a black robe waving across from his left shoulder and swinging down to the back of his knee, looking much also like a cape.
Along with their armor, from His hands appeared a flaming sword that he divided into two and gave each half to each twin.
“You will bear the most responsibility in this world. Everything would be on your shoulders.” His caressing tone equalized the heavy words that came out of His mouth.
Michael smiled back to His Creator, knowing no doubt and anxiety can topple God’s power. He grinned with confidence.
The Light shone in a pulse, as if trying to smile back to the angel.
And from the blonde appearance and greyish irises, God created the choir of Seraphims, millions of them from the original mold.
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“My guardian, stand proud!” And the guardians of the throne – the Cherubim were manifested.
From the light emerged a creature with four greyish to black wings, an appearance and body of a beast with four legs, four heads which consisted of a lion facing the east, ox facing the west, a man facing the north, and an eagle facing the south.
A beautiful man transformed in front of the throne with a purity robe and a lance in his right hand armed with an emerald armor to protect his body.
“Your name shall be Uriel. It means the flame of God.” As soon as God mentioned his name, the lance in his right hand burned with a yellow-greenish flame.
SFX: WOOOOOSH!
The loyalty of this one can be seen as soon as he got a transformation. He quickly dropped down to the floor and knelt on his one knee and saluted the Almighty.
“My Lord.” The first angel to recognize Him by His name, and through those words, God was pleased.
From Uriel’s form, the Light created millions more Cherubs to guard the city of His abode.
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God stood in the midst of the throne, with the Seraphims scattered across Heaven, while the Cherubims guard the throne room. In His heart, He still felt the need to create.
Order and peace are two of the characteristics of the Lord, the Almighty God, and as time passed, the two choirs felt God’s immense emotions.
“Lord, God, I stand before you.” Michael, the firstborn angel, approached the throne bowing his head and avoiding eye contact.
“WHY HAST THOU COME BEFORE ME, MICHAEL?” His commandeering tone along with the tremolo in His voice made it more impossible for Michael to voice his opinion, nevertheless, he said it with wisdom, and choice words.
“I have come to ask about You.” He softly answered, approaching further.
Uriel nervously twitched at the right side of the throne, seeing that Michael approached God nonchalantly.
“SPEAK YOUR MIND.” His words were open-minded, but how He said it and the tone can be described as blood-thirsty.
Michael hesitated, but spoke his mind.
“Father, thou has made us and created this home. We are happy for that, but you look discontented and lonely. Is there any way we can help?” Michael’s gentle tone as he bowed before the throne softened up the Almighty.
“i need to maintain the life that i have created. I will make sure to create more in the next few days.” The Light answered his query, in the softest way possible for Him right now.
Before the end of the day has come, the Almighty spoke again these wonderful words. “Your name shall be Gabriel, it means, ‘God is my strength’.”
His gentle eyes can be reflected to the Ophanim or Throne that He created.
Encircling the Ophanim’s two round part, twenty-four eyes can be seen opened and stretched out to monitor everything, every time, everywhere.
Gabriel’s wings can only be described as the silvery paths inside God’s abode – greyish and close to black, but instead of 2 pairs, the Throne has 3 pairs of wings.
Truly, a terrifying creature in the first impression, but then, it transformed to a godly counterpart, with a face, a body, hands and legs, clothed with a bluish-violet armor, and armed with a bluish bow and arrow, the Ophanim served as the Angel of Order, the main messenger of God.
“You will be the keeper of my orders, my commandments, and my messenger.” The Ophanim bowed his head in reverence to its Creator.
And upon Gabriel’s hands, the Light laid a scroll. Filled with His light, warmth and words, the scroll recorded the utmost order or message He has spoken.
“Glory be to God.” The Seraphims, Cherubims, and the Throne praised His name.
With His eyes, He was satisfied, and upon Gabriel’s model, He conjured millions of other Ophanims.
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With the creation of the Angel of Order, God figured the best way to show order is to know chaos and war. He closed his eyes, and imagined what it would be to have war, and spoke, “Manifest, my beauty.” His words materialized the Angel of War and Beauty.
A true pleasantry in the eyes, the angel emerged from the Light with a scarlet glow. “Jophiel shall be your name.” He looked at her intently.
Dawning the appearance of a chariot on fire with reddish glow in each spark, flying through the vacuum of darkness around with its 2 pair of scarlet wings, Jophiel transformed into a godly form.
A true beauty, indeed, with a stroke of dark reddish-brown hair, and a fair and symmetrical wonder of a face, alone with her fluffy chin, and long eyelashes, and black irises, she was armed with a scarlet armor that doubled with a black choker, and a silver sabre with a golden curled hilt in its all elegance tucked in her left side.
“Thou shalt be the Angel of War and Beauty. A true warrior in heart, and you will be tasked to maintain peace in my abode.” The Creator firmly gave his order to the angel.
“I will obey Thy commands.” She knelt on one knee and saluted to the Almighty.
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With an overlooking throne around His abode and creations, He saw how good and pleasant it is to have fellowship.
The Seraphims, Cherubims, and the Powers are working together to maintain order in the vast abode of God.
“Do you think Father will still create more of us?” Samael chuckled as he brushed one of the Powers curly brown hair.
The new fledglings, Powers, were able to fit in the group just as fast as they were made by the Almighty.
“I will be delighted if our family grows further.” Michael grinned and smiled sweetly at his brothers and sisters.
God have heard this wonderful comment and in His heart, He knew He wasn’t finished yet.
“Manifest, my child, Azrael, a Principality.” His voice, deeper and coarse, but the beauty that His words produced, was unmatched.
A ray of light, almost identical to the Light’s radiant waves, has formed beneath His guiding and molding hand.
Michael and Samael sprang up to their feet and sprinted to the throne room to check on the new fledgling.
And as soon as they barged in the door, Azrael transformed to her godly appearance.
Her straight flow-y black hair dominated her beauty. Along with a bath of long eyelashes, and black irises, a puffy cheek, and pouty lips, the two Seraphim almost dropped their jaw.
Arrayed on her body was the armor made of the blackest black. And for her weapon, God designed a guiding rod that doubles as a war scythe with a black handle and shining silver blade.
“Thy name means, help from God.” The Light spoke so tenderly. The angel beamed with a soft smile in response.
“My Lord.” She promptly bowed her head down as he draw the scythe out of the rod.
“Thou shalt control the flow of order in the universe – making sure that everything and everyone is in its rightful place, and doing their rightful job.” His voice firmed out, changing compared to how He described her name.
“Yes, my Lord.” She kept her head bowed down and saluted.
Out of Azrael’s form, God created millions of Principalities to be with Him in His abode.
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“Do you think we’re going to be enough?” Samael lead the congregational singing inside the throne room.
Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Jophiel, and Azrael stood next to each other while their choirs scattered across the Heavens.
The angels stretched from the horizon from Michael’s sight as Gabriel whispered and asked him about God’s creation.
“What do you think?” He can only throw in a question about Gabriel’s query.
“I’m sure He’ll create more.” Gabriel turned his head to the choirs, and grinned as he saw the smiling faces of the singing congregation.
As soon as the praises ended, the Light pulsed and spoke once again.
“My justice, my righteousness, manifest!” His voice echoed from across the Heavens. The roar from his voice shook the new fledglings as well.
The angel of justice formed and a weird visual appeared. The Dominion’s main form is a godly appearance consisting of a head with 2 pairs of scarlet wings at the back of the head.
As soon as his main form has materialized, he transformed into his godly figure.
Cloaked with a black armor with white accents on the sides, with 2 pair of scarlet wings, and armed with a halberd with a black handle, and a reddish-hue of blade, the angel stood out in his appearance.
“Raguel will be your name. It means, Friend of God.” He presented the angel at the front of the congregation.
Samael scoffed a bit and Michael could feel his twin’s spite, he can only curl his brows trying to figure out why.
“My Lord, Almighty Creator.” The new fledgling knelt on one knee and laid his weapon down the floor as soon as he saluted to the Light.
“Thou shalt uphold My justice, My righteousness all throughout the universe. You will be the judge of right and wrong, determine black and white, and implement consequences and punishment.” The angels heard His words, but they do not yet understand the concepts of right and wrong.
“Yes, my Master.” Raguel growled in his deepest voice.
After Raguel’s model, God made the choir of Dominions.
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“That’s a letdown.” Samael grumbled and mumbled at the pearly gates.
Michael approached silently and slowly, trying not to be noticed. “Sam?”
Samael gasped at the sneak encounter, and turned to face Michael. “That name only applies to you, cause you’re special, okay?” He exhaled and trying to appear not surprised but failed spectacularly.
“You can call me, Mikha, or Mike, if you like.” Michael offered a proposition.
“Hmmmm… I like Mike or Michael, Mikha sounds like… like…” He’s trying to find the right words.
“Like… not me?” Michael suggested the right ones.
Samael chuckled, scoffed and nodded in agreement.
“You were in a bad mood earlier. Why?” Michael has been intently observing everyone in the congregation, their likes, dislikes and whatnots, but he spent a large time knowing the in and outs of Samael.
He remembered when God first created Samael, “Samael means Blindness of God.” That statement still shakes him to his core.
A power that even God can sense to be a disaster – that was Samael.
The most beautiful angel that has the most beautiful voice, a clever thinking and a witty mouth, with a train-wreck emotional tendency and an obvious leader, Samael stood out from the rest of the Archangel, in line with Michael’s popularity within the congregation, no, even more.
Michael can still feel the disappointment just by looking at Samael’s face, but he can’t quite figure out yet why. Envy is still not a concept for the angel.
As the two were taking their precious time to fellowship, a new angel approached quietly, and put out a warmth that both of the Seraphims enjoyed.
“Whoa!” Samael exclaimed as soon as he turned around and saw an unfamiliar face.
Michael followed suit, and- “Who are you?!”
He jumped from his seating position and as soon as he tried to summon his weapon, the unfamiliar angel stopped him by holding his hands.
The warmth that the angel radiates is the same as the Light and as soon as the angel smiled at Michael, he calmed down.
“My name is Raphael.” The unfamiliar angel stated his name as he slowly put his other hand over his armor.
Clothed with a yellow-greenish armor with 1 pair of yellow-greenish wings and on his left side, a scepter was clipped on his belt.
“From what choir?” Samael seemed to have calmed down as well as soon as he stood, he questioned the angel.
“I am from the choir of Virtues. We control the flow of the universe, nature, and it’s course. My name means, healing from God.” He answered softly.
Just his mere words, and the two Seraphims were captivated.
His tone of voice remained calm and the way he spoke was like a mother to a baby.
The two can only smile back, and welcomed the new fledgling.
“With the Virtues, that makes it seven choirs?” Samael faced Michael as they look at the pearly gates of their home.
“Do you think we can take this job?” Michael asked a rhetorical question.
“Of course, who do you think I am? I am the Will of God, the most beautiful of all. I can do this.” Samael replied with confidence. Michael smirked and can only feel worried for now.
“We can do this.” Michael tried to correct his twin.
“Right… we… right.” Samael only smirked and walked off from the presence of the two.
His words, his actions, and his facial expressions, they were all observed by Michael, but he couldn’t imagine what Samael was up to. He couldn’t fathom at this very moment of the rebellion that Samael is planning.
No one was ready for the bloody campaign to come.