Kelly

[Daniel Daly]

Chronicles of the
Children of Destiny

Kelly

by
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Copyright 6177 SC

Kelly was complex. She laughed. She cried. She shat. She ate too much ice cream. Way too much ice cream. Her thighs complained constantly. She agreed, in principle, with that being the truth. She didn't like to, but Daniel chided her her on the virtue of honesty continually, so she begrudgingly admitted the truth. She hated Katy with a passion. The bitch always looked trim, taut and terrific. Bitch. The girl got too much of the bedroom action with Daniel. But screw him. She should fuck off, and find a new guy. Really, she should. But, no. She loved the idiot, as naive on life as he really was. But Daniel had afforded a 'Rights' covenant with God for his stories copyrights. They couldn't be lost to him. In the eternity of eternity before them, he would always have the ability to support her. And he had never stopped loving her. Others had come. Others had gone. Daniel remained faithful.

He had three wives, Kelly, Katy and Taylor. That had been his final declaration of love. Kelly knew he spoke truly. And life was good, in the end. Life was good.

She found the afternoons the most comforting, which was her time with Daniel. He breakfasted with Taylor at a morning cafe each day, and partied at nights with Katy, but every afternoon, around mid-lunch, Taylor would disappear, and Kelly would sit down, and be his till mid-dinner that evening. It had been this way forever now. She had a lot of free time each day because of it, but friends and family filled this time perfectly. She had never really believed a man could have more than one wife, but it strangely worked with Daniel. He never really pretended otherwise. And each day when he looked at her, and each time said it with meaning, that he loved her, and that with her his life was complete, she knew it true. But there were - other women. 1 year each century he would disappear, and return saying he had been seeing his mistresses. He always said it with humour, but she suspected it quite true. But one year each century was not too demanding. She liked him now as well. His sarcasm had finally matured into the soft wit on the genuine ironies in life, and he told his jokes well, with warmth and a friendly smile. He was actually quite comforting on that now. A divine comedy of life, a truly beautiful disaster. But she had held on, through the tears and the laughter, and God came around occasionally and told her life would work out well for Kelly, and that Daniel was finally growing up - starting to become something special to God.

Kelly sat quietly in the evenings, though, usually slowly smoking a dozen Port Royal cigarettes, consuming 1 or 2 shots of honeycomb scnappz, and listened to pop music from her youth, staring out the window at Zaphona city. They lived in Zaphon tower, now, in an upper section, leading quiet lives, going about their business. She listened to her own music most days, and Taylor's and Katy's a lot as well, and sat there in her armchair, watching the city, lost in thoughts of love and life. They were quiet times. Ever since the giving of the second divine mystery by Tim Brooke-Taylor, the realm had quietened down, and life, love and other mysteries had taken over. That was a long time ago now, and even though the third mystery would be given one day, it was not yet. This age had been, to some, recovery from the passions of youth. When life had nearly always been original, and there was always much to do, and much to be about, Names and reputations had been earned, legends had been born, and life had been triumph after triumph. Yet now, in the quiet contemplations of the soul, calmer waters were being sailed down, and glory slept, and life was the quiet flow of the Sellawon, meandering its merry path, not given to great adventure, not given to exuberant pride. In the end, much of the eternal before her to be also as such, she often surmised, but the third mystery yet awaited, and life had an inexorable pull still in it towards a conclusion of things. Yet love remained, and a growing contentment in the heart of Kelly Clarkson in the knowledge she had attained and the peace she had achieved.

It was good, in the end, was life. Filled with challenge, filled with unexpected twists and turns but still, ultimately, good. And therein she found herself complete.

* * * * *

Talzudiel was a Rainbow Torah Noahide. He kept his faith simple, did not involve any study in the scripture of the Tanakh beyond Genesis 1-11:9, yet studied the Rainbow Bibles of the 7DF occasionally, when he felt the need for a spiritual reboot. But that was only ever every few thousand years or so, and only when it suited him. He was not generally religious beyond that point.

He was a keen sportsman, an angel with ancient records in the Realm of Eternity, some still standing to this day, and he was proud of his accomplishments in life. He rarely saw his twin anymore - they did not get along - she found him too proud, he found her too cynical, and neither fancied negotiating away these difficulties. He had his own life anyway, and she certainly no longer cared.

But he was in Zaphon tower at the moment, not far from Caallodyn's dwelling, and had run into the group at a nightclub they frequented quite a number of times. Callodyn enjoyed Ronnie James Dio's soothing melodic metal shows, and his soaring vocals, the mainstay of the nightclub, age after endless age. Talzudiel, though, needed home at this point in his life. He needed to touch base with stability. And it was at the nightclub, looking at Callodyn and Kayella one evening, that he noticed Kayella in a way he had not thought of her previously. She actually was quite an attractive lady when dolled up. He had a crush. Yet nothing would come of it. Whatever possibly could. She and Daniel had been faithfully married for many an age now, and the relationship between those four souls was starting to earn a reputation of stability and sense. Talzudiel was not stupid. He knew God only took the brightest and bravest souls for eternal life in the heart of eternity. For they were Eternity's Haven, and you couldn't buy that even if you could. It had to be earned. It needed choices - of the heart. Wise choices. Eternal choices. And perhaps, in the way he liked Kayella, and in the stability she could offer, perhaps he could find something of the peace his heart knew well it needed. Perhaps.

* * * * *

Kelly's complexities were more than simple aspects of life choices, such as the foods she ate, and the wisdom of knowing people's hearts she was well known for. Her complexities, often illustrated in her music, were of a deep, feminine heart, a social thinker, a caring and compassionate woman, an angel of integrity, who took delight in challenging the pride of her twin. His loving sarcasm had devotedly insulted her generation after endless generation, yet she would best him yet. She had never stopped loving Callodyn, and deep down she knew he had never stopped loving her, even if he needed others. Yet she knew his love was true for Katy and Taylor, so she did not object. Yet her monogamous instincts, a product of her upbringing, craved his attention for her alone, and for so many an age now she questioned wether she should ever really insist on herself. Yet that old fear remained - losing him. And she couldn't do that. The bond was too strong now.

So she left things be, and enjoyed her life regardless. Perhaps, in the end, it may even be what was best for her. Daniel ever remained a daunting challenge of intellect and sarcasm, and her private time gave her, she imagined, relapse from his constant thirst for engagement. Perhaps things were actually for the best, in the end, anyway.

* * * * *

God was playing cards with Marckonyel.
'Let's raise the stakes,' said God. 'I raise you a googol credits.'
Marckonyel looked at him cautiously, and looked at his cards. 'That's a lot of cash, God. Are you that confident?'
God had three kings. He was quietly confident. He instinctively knew poker statistics well now. It was worth the risk.
'I sure am,' responded the theophany.
Marckonyel looked at him and looked at his cards. 'Ok. Let's raise the stakes. Your original 'Steel Panther', 'Feel the Steel' CD.'
God almost had a heart attack, and Michelle B's mouth gaped open.
'No. You can't, God. That's the original release. The price, if you could ever get it, is, fuck,' she put her hand to her mouth, because she did not swear. 'Sorry God. But you know what I Mean. The spirit you have built up on that CD is incredible now. You can't, risk it.'
God looked at Michelle and looked over at RiRi. 'What, are you a pussy?' she asked him. 'Call his bluff.'
God looked at his woman, and his cards, and thought long and hard on his CD. Sure, it was a sacrifice, but he could buy a new copy, and build up the spirit again. It wouldn't take forever.
'What will you offer?' he asked Marckonyel.
'Well, it's a big bet. My original 'Bon Jovi', 'New Jersey' Picture disc. I know you don't have it, ok.'
God almost swore, and quietly did so. 'Ok,' he said nervously.
'Then I call,' responded Marckonyel.
God laid down his cards first. 'Three Kings,' he said, eying Marckonyel's face.
Marckonyel eyed the cards. 'Oh well,' said Marckonyel. 'I really liked that picture disc.'
God winked at RiRi, who just stared back at him.
'So I'm chuffed I will be listening to it for many more years to come.' He laid down his card. Three two's. But the two three's, indicating a full house, was the killer.
God looked at Marckonyel, and a dark spirit of depression entered his heart.
'I'll send it around in a few years, ok. I need time to let it go.'
'Suits me fine,' said Marckonyel coolly.

Later on Marckonyel took God aside. 'I know big guy. You win some, you lose some. Them's the breaks. Life can be hard that way.'
God nodded softly. He was depressed.

All the trip home back to Zaphon, God sat in the passenger seat for a rare time, and as Rihanna drove, she looked at her man. He was down. Poor guy. That hit him hard. She would have to cheer him up some how. Some how.

* * * * *

'So, if you'll trade for the Gold US 'Good Girl Gone Bad', it would mean endless joy for him. Your copy is amazing spiritually as well.'
'I have three,' said Callodyn. 'I only use one as the party album. But for what you are offering, you can have the party album.'
'You sure?' asked Rihanna.
Callodyn disappeared, and returned shortly with 'Feel the Steel', his party copy, and gave it to her. She smiled. The trade was actually a good one. She knew this copy. It was intense spiritually.

When she got home, God was sitting quietly. She put in the CD, hit pause on the remote before it started playing, and went into him.
'Down, huh?' she asked him.
He nodded softly.
'Hope this cheers you up,' and as 'Death to all but Metal' started playing, God instantly noted the spirit on the song, and looked at her.
'It's Callodyn's copy,' he said. She nodded. God was overjoyed. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, and they partied all night, and f***ed all the following day.

* * * * *

'Caramel-Strawberry Supreme?' queried Daniel from the kitchen alcove, looking at the tub of ice cream sitting on the kitchen bench. 'Not chocolate? That's rare.'
Kelly looked at him guiltily. 'Don't say it. I know, I know. I'll regret it.'
'Your dreams could be intense. A sudden change in diet usually brings along something. You were stable. What gives?'
'You swpped one of our CD's. Don't judge me, bastard.'
Daniel walked into the other room and returned shortly with the framed Gold CD US edition of 'Good Girl Gone Bad' by 'Rihanna'. 'Apparently it plays,' he said, sitting down nex to his twin. 'We got a good deal, OK. It was worth it.'
Kelly took the frame, turned it over, and looked upwards. 'We're going to have to break the frame, God. We want to listen to the CD.'
A few moments a little angel appeared, one of God's personal servants. 'That's a big decision, Kelly, but he does agree it is not really a collectable for you guys. Something you intend to own and listen to forever.'
'So its OK, then?' Kelly asked.
'Put the frame down on the floor' said the angel Perceviel. Kelly did as she was asked.
The angel flew down to the frame, and put his hands upon it. Then he started glowing, and for several moments a bright radiant golden glow emanated all over the angel and the frame. And then he returned to normal and smiled at them.
'Remember, such acts can never be taken for granted. Only if a situation genuinely warrants such actions can God allow the removal of an Eternya blessing. Yet the item has been lawfully and acceptably traded for permanent ownership, and Callodyn is sufficiently enough fond of this record. The CD remains eternal, yet you may remove the frame now.'
Kelly picked up the frame, and bashed it a little against the coffee bench. The frame collapsed, and they opened up the frame and took away the glass cover, and the CD dropped down onto the floor. Kelly picked it up. The one and only gold copy of the US album 'Good Girl Gone Bad' by 'Rihanna.' An extremely valuable commodity.
Perceviel asked for it, and took it to the CD player. 'I know this album well at the moment, so if you don't mind?'
Kelly nodded. Perceviel put the album in the player and as they listened to Umbrella, Daniel put his arm around Kelly.
'We got a good deal,' he said. And despite herself, Kelly agreed. It was quite a find, this one. Quite a find.

* * * * *

Eloenuel. 68th Seraphim Male Angel of the Realm of Eternity. Jordanian by birth, descendant of Abraham through carefully researched genealogical sudies, through Keturah, his other wife, former Muslim, but now building the Realms premiere religious community, Sanctuary Abrahamide Fellowship, connections to Haven Noahide Fellowship understood now, on the 68th disc of the Realm of Eternity, Eloenuphora. Abraham had finally chosen North from Zaphon for the foundation of Sanctuary, and there the purely Abrahamide Fellowship, whose premiere spiritual text was the Book of Genesis, was developing and still growing. And it was large, now. Sanctuary was the name of the city, the district, the region, and the imposing tower at the centre of it all which had nearly caught the height of Zaphon. And the theophany had signalled his intent that further upper levels be put aside for himself and Rihanna and their planned offspring. For Abraham had finally settled there and declared an intention to remain eternally. This was it - the final choice - and the pride in stability from Eternity's Haven had a growing and confident rival. Yet Davriel's 'Fort Torah' in Davriphora, older and more established with about the same size of city, and found at the west of Davriphora beckoned for God's attention, yet God had made up his mind and chosen Sanctuary. Fort Torah's tower was still meagre, yet it knew, now, more than ever, what it was on about. The megatowers were forming, and eternal inhabitation was the cry of the faithful. Zaphon stayed confident in it's faith, and Eternity marched onwards, enboldened, more confident than ever.

Eloenuel was a quiet, spiritual angel, who usually read a chapter of Genesis each day, from Melladon till Yomladon, 50 chapters each month. His consistency in reading was encouraged by the theophany. The blessing on Sanctuary was great each day, and God enjoyed the spirit. And it was in Sanctuary he would found his eternal domain, apart from 'Home', which was his spiritual recluse, and a place for peronal ministration to souls who needed his love.

He played Cricket, mainly Indoor Cricket, which Israel enjoyed greatly now. But Israel were an indoor's people, weren't they. His twin was Jezabel, a wise cracking Jordanian woman, who always dressed a little daringly, and whose tongue had been responsible for some of the more shocking comments Eloenuel had heard in his life, for he was something of a spiritual man. He had a large collection of CD's and books, and they kept him occupied over the years. And he had an email account with a back catalogue of emails dating from the dark ages - literally. He would get to them in time.
He was a happy angel, at peace with his soul, confident in life, and used to its merry hum and strum. And then Talzudiel showed up and queried an eternal habitation in Sanctuary by himself, with a concerned Kayella interceding for him and putting her arms around his shoulder often. Talzudiel had reached a crossroads in life - something had to give.

'You know, Tally,' continued Eloenuel. 'Life often has unexpected tangents. Right Kelly?' Kelly nodded.
'And while this tangent surprises me somewhat, it is not that unusual in the end. Building a life on the father of Glory is not unwise, but Talzudiphora must be querying. It is a big decision, and hearts mend in time. So are you sure? Are you sure?'
Talzudiel looked at Kelly and nodded to Eloenuel. I am sure.'
Eloenuel looked at Talzudiel carefully, almost into his heart, but only found honesty. 'Very well. Just beneath father. It will be built soon.'
'Thank you, Eloenuel.'

When they had left the theophany came out of the shadows. 'You noticed his aura.'
'Yes,' responded Eloenuel.
'You are aware of what he has likely prayed.'
Eloenuel said nothing. What could you really say about that. Some hearts were jealous, after all.

* * * * *

'It's beautiful,' said Taylor. 'What do you think of it?'
Kelly looked at the ring. 'Daniel has never given us a ring.'
'It's from earth. When he was first there. He's had it all along.'
Kelly looked at the ring, and Taylor. 'An earth ring? But that would probably make you....' she trailed off.
'His chosen one,' responded Taylor, and looked at Kelly softly, and put her hand on her shoulder. 'Sorry, Kelly. Sorry.'
Kelly looked at her, and a million emotions rose and fell, and a sigh of the heart said, 'oh well. Such is life.'

She found Daniel in the den.
'The ring?' she asked him.
'Oh,' said Daniel.
'Oh. I mean what the fuck is 'oh' supposed to mean,' she suddenly burst out furiously. 'I mean, what the fuck.'
'Kelly..'
'Don't fucking Kelly me. I mean....I mean, 'but she saw the look on his face, the look of resignation.
'Fuck you,' she said. She looked at him, and softly said, 'Fuck you.' And she left, and it was not Kelly who returned to him.

* * * * *

Talzudiel trod softly. 'You ok,' he asked her.
'Never again' was playing on repeat, as it had been all afternoon, and Kelly was on her couch seat, smoking cigarette after cigarette, which was not her fashion, and she still looked tense. She said nothing. Talzudiel looked at her for a few moments, then shortly walked off. Better not to disturb her.
In her room Kelly looked over at the picture of the four of them for the millionth time. Daniel in the centre, Kelly on the left, Katy at the back, and Taylor on the right, her hand held in Daniel's, she leaning against him, looking beautiful. Looking oh, so beautiful. Bitch. She hated her. But she softened, and reminded herself, in the end, she loved him. She hated him, but she loved him. What a fucking irony.
But the bastard had chosen Taylor in the end, and there she was, in Zaphon, wearing that bloody ring.
'I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green,' came over the speakers, and Kelly laid down on the bed, put her face to the pillow, and sobbed. Quietly, but for a long while, she sobbed. And drifted off to sleep, dreams of Daniel having daggers plunged into him by an avenging Satan not even bothering her. Not even bothering her slightly.

* * * * *

Callodyn looked into the mirror. Katy had left that morning. She had looked at the ring for a few weeks, and looked at him silently with a 'What's up?' look for ages. He'd said nothing. So she left, and it was him and Taylor. And Taylor was overjoyed.
She came in. 'Does it have a box?' she asked him.
'Pandora's box,' he replied.
'Huh?' she asked him.
'The brand name was Pandora. It's written on the box.'
'Oh, good. Can I see it?'
He looked at her for a moments, and a lifetimes struggle of wether he really should or not coalesced. He rose, went to the other room, and soon returned with a white box. He softly handed it to her.
She sat, opened the box, and smiled. 'It's perfect,' she said. And she continued looking it over and happened to turn it upside down.
'Oh. You've written something on it. For Taylor Swift. ' She stopped, then, looking at the numbers. 'Daniel. What does 1 of 3 mean?'
He looked at her, and brought out of his pocket two other boxes he had just then retrieved also. He handed one of them to her. She opened it up, and looked at it. The same design as the first, but a different colour. But she looked at him, and slowly turned it upside down. She read. 'For Katy Perry. 2 of 3.'
She looked at him softly. 'The third,' she said, quietly.
He handed to her. She turned it upside down. She read the writing. She looked at him. 'Oh. Well obviously.'
'Tell Katy if you must. But the bitch has it coming to her. Don't you say a bloody word.'
Taylor looked at the box for a moment, and looked at the writing. 'For Kelly Clarkson. 3 of 3.'
Taylor looked at him, and the warmest grin of her life came on her face. 'You, are mean, Daniel Daly. You are mean.'
Daniel giggled. 'Let the bitch suffer. 'Mr Know it All' my arse. Taylor went to the cupboard, brought down the Schnappzz. She poured him a drink. 'Your still mean,' she said.
'I know,' he responded. 'I know.'

* * * * *

Kelly went on tour. Her first since an early age. It had never been needed. A ver rare private show was all she had done since prior to the first mystery. But she went on tour, and it was enormous. Ticket prices were astronomical, yet selling, and she would do all the majors of the inner 140 discs. She would show the bastard. The bastard.

Talzudiel had become the other man, and while she was still technically married to Daniel, she let Talzudiel have what he deisred of her. She didn't really care.

The tour was an amazing success and after a while, caught up in her live shows, and getting used to Tally, she started not really caring. What the hell. Life went on, in the end. Life went on. And then the career really started humming along, and she started realizing how much she had missed the live scene, and all of a sudden, she was Kelly Clarkson again, America's first and best idol, and she was having the time of her life. She went to city after city, and after a dozen years of touring, approval came through for a new live CD of some of her concert performances. Original enough copyright had been attained. She was beside herself, and the album came out, and she was number one. Number one and looking to stay there for quite some time, as new albums were the rarest thing imaginable now, and it was something new. She was the lucky one, in the end. She was the lucky one.

* * * * *

Callodyn looked at the concert. Kelly Clarkson live in Zaphon. Fuck. He didn't expect that. And at there nightclub. He called the ticketing agency. It had been 30 years since he had seen her. Katy was back, and he had given her her ring. She had kissed him and forgiven her. She had seen the 3rd ring, and nodded softly. Life worked in mysterious ways.

The night came up. Kelly looked out at the audience, and then she noticed them, and Katy had come back. She didn't care. As she sang acoustically she looked at them occasionally, and with her show over, she did the room. And then there he was. 'Katy,' she nodded, and Katy offered her hand, and Kelly noticed the ring on her finger. It was like the other one, but a different colour. 'Huh?' she asked. She looked at Katy who was beaming, and looked at Daniel.
'There's a third. There always was. There always has been.' He took a box out of his coat pocket and handed it to her. 'Look at the bottom.' She read it. She opened the box. The same design, again. A new colour.
'It's yours,' he said. She nodded softly. And she started sobbing, and fell into his arms, and she sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed.

* * * * *

And then life was complete. A ring. After forever had come and gone, a ring, which had always been there anyway. From the very beginning. And her heart had softened. She was not the same. She had - changed.

She touched her ring each night, and later in the evening, when he had finished his nights with Katy, and it was her turn, she held Daniel closely, and looked at her ring, and knew it was forever.



And knew it was forever.

The End