The Angels Saga - Rise of the Saruvim 2 - The Rest of the Stories

[Noahide]

Flight of the Nighthawk 2

Jerahmeel rode on his bicycle along the airstrip. He was whistling a traditional PNG tune and was in a good mood. He stopped at a certain point and got off the bicycle, taking out his lunch from his knapsack. He ate his chicken salad sandwich, and sipped on his orange juice, and took out his binoculars. He gazed at the Nighthawk sitting there stationery. Nobody around. He finished his sandwich, and walked over to the Nighthawk. It had been eternalized. He looked at the door, took out his skeleton key set, and got in. He went inside. Basic, really. Big, but basic. Did the job. He looked at the control deck. Top speed was good, but less relevant now. The Unified Earth had continued to grow, and the old colonization zeal of competition had come and gone. He thought on the Seraphim Torah. Beyond the days of pride, the secret to our life. He exited the ship, returned to his bicycle, and returned to the nearby town. He got back to his pub room, and sipped on the rest of his orange juice. He took out his notebook and started making a sketch of the Nighthawk. He filled it in well, and put the notebook back in his knapsack. He lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He thought on his twin Muriel. She'd nagged him to deal with this checklist item. It had been on the list of things to do for ages. He'd ticked it off now. He closed his eyes, and slept. The following morning he had bacon and eggs in the dining room of the tavern, and paid for another chicken and salad sandwich. He'd spent the morning checking his camera. He grabbed his bike out the front, and returned to the airstrip up the road, setting down his bike, and approaching the Nighthawk. He took out the camera, and began taking photos. He went inside and did that too. Then he returned to the pub. He rang Sariel.

'Sketch and photo's done,' he said.

'Good,' replied Sariel. 'Well, what's next? Humm.'

'We want to bug the bastards as much as possible,' said Jerahmeel. 'Get right under their skin. I could slash the tyres and photo the result.'

'Do that,' said Sariel. 'Then leave it be.' Jerahmeel did so the following day. He had one last chicken and salad sandwich, sold the bike back to the shop, and got a cab to the spaceport, returning to Zaphora. Chatted with Sariel a few days, and they looked over the pictures.

'Probably a card night. We'll prepared the oneliners well. Beer and chips. Under their skin,' said Sariel.

'Funny,' replied the PNG Seraphim.

The End


Talzudiel's Wisdom 2

'I don't eat curried eggs,' said Winoniel.

'Oh,' replied Kayella.

'No. The smell is too disgusting for Talzudiel's taste in things. It puts him off. I let them go. Won't return to them. Have a more balanced diet now in food choices to result in a healthier smell for the body. I won't use perfume. That's not natural. Food choices develop body chemistry – you are what you eat – and I have been developing sensible food choices for a long time now,' replied Winoniel. 'It's a better result. When I hang around people with poor diets I notice they smell funny. They indulge too much in this or that luxury food item, and the stench is bad. It doesn't work. Taking too much pleasure in food fetishes. Some foods should only be eaten in little amounts and some more. Depends on the food. I don't want to be unhygienic. It's a whole area of study. Believe me it's a relief when people stop mocking you and your culture for the smelly bits. When it all calms down life improves. Best decision I ever made agreeing to Talzudiel's wisdom and getting over my stubborn pride and freedoms. Just because you can doesn't make it wise. Stupid, really. Younglings. I see them all the time. Lacking experience. Lacking wisdom. All making dumb mistakes because they don't take the time to study things out and are eager to exalt their so called rights which they think they just can. Dumb. Sure, you can make your claims. Morons do. I've wised up. Won't go back to the lady I once was like.'

'Talzudiel rarely flirts with me anymore,' said Kayella.

'He's moved on,' said Winoniel. 'Settled with his twin because anyone else is too difficult now to learn a way of knowledge with. Ways of knowledge are challenging to learn now. Great memory stored upstairs. Processing that takes effort. Adapting in a relationship with updates of citizens of new standing is hell. He dislikes new citizens. Always fussy. Always hard to learn to make a new way with. Frustrating life. So he moves on with his knowledge and teaches wisdom of stick with his girl, and life goes on.'

'I mean, I'd suck his dick if he chatted me up,' said Kayella. 'Tried to cop a feel.'

'Funny,' replied Winoniel.

'Yeh, I'd fuck him,' said Kayella. 'Get his dick right up me. Ride the spanish conquistador. Hot stuff from Tallie.'

'Up yours,' replied Winoniel.

'He can get right up mine if he likes,' said Kayella. 'Oh, Talzudiel. Oh, do me. Do me. Such a stud. Oh, you're the wisest Seraphim, Talzudiel. And your twin's company is wisdom unchallengable.'

'Fuck you,' said Winoniel.

'Maybe I'll fuck him,' said Kayella. 'Buy a new strap on. I've got heaps. Get right up his back passage.'

'Disgusting,' replied Winoniel. 'But you probably would.'

'Course,' said Kayella. 'Hey, you too. Make it a menage a trois.'

'How about a pig as well. Real fun,' replied Winoniel.

'Now you're talking sweetheart,' said Kayella. 'I'll get my pornhub account ready. Fun times at Talzudiel's abode.'

Winoniel sighed. 'I miss curried eggs a bit though.'

Kayella smiled. 'Enjoy the ass fucking from Kayella instead.'

'Very funny,' replied Winoniel.

The End


Queriel and Jembryel 2

Kayella examined the passport. Now stamped with 'Nix' on it. Funny, she thought to herself. Winoniel looked at the curried egg sandwiches in the fridge in the Nix Spaceport cafeteria.

'Don't be ridiculous,' said Talzudiel.

'These ones should be fine,' said Winoniel. 'Just this once.'

'Fine,' replied Talzudiel. Kayell bought the same set of sandwiches. They found a seat in the mall of the spaceport and at their lunch.

'Where to first?' Kayella asked Talzudiel.

'We'll swing around to Queriel and Jembryel's place later in the day, but let's check out the museum of ancient Nixian Spacecraft. From the old wars with Hydra. I want to add to my recent collection of pictures of spacecraft and things. Got a great pic of the Nighthawk from Jerahmeel, and want to add in some Nixian stuff to further develop my photo albums on the subject.'

'Men with guns,' said Winoniel.

'I can get a gun,' said Kayella. 'And launch it right up you Talzudiel. My big hot gun. Steaming with hot action. Heat, Tallie. Fired up. Ready to blow its load. Erupt all over you.'

'She's being funny again, Winny,' said Talzudiel. 'Sense of humour the Callophim.'

'Can I see your space rocket, Tallie. Get some photos. Watch it erupt?' asked Kayella.

'Maybe later,' replied Talzudiel. 'Let's make like a beer and head.'

They spent a while in the museum, Talzudiel doing 2 sketches and taking several photographs, while Kayella sat with Winoniel, discussing the statue of the Nixian Spacefighter and the kinds of things they went through in their war with Hydra.

'Let's go,' said Talzudiel. 'I have enough.'

They arrived at Queriel and Jembyrel's place.

'Jarrodyne. All grown up,' said Winoniel.

'Yep,' replied Jarrodyne. 'Come in Angels of Destiny.'

'You've been reading Noahide literature have you?' asked Kayella.

'Just thought it appropriate greetings,' replied the conservative Jarrodyne.

'What do you do?' Talzudiel asked Jarrodyne as they walked down the hallway in Queriel and Jembryel's abode.

'Accountant,' replied Jarrodyne. 'For Woolworths Supermarkets. Work in Nix head office. Boring, but it pays well. My wife works in management at Woolworths. Got a kid involved as well.'

'Really,' replied Talzudiel.

They came into the back kitchen, and Queriel and Jembryel greeted them, and they sat, ate tea and biscuits, and caught up on the past ages worth of news and gossip and things involving the realm of eternity and life on Nix. A pleasant affair all around.

The End


Apocalyptic Revelations 2

'The Saruvim are never going to rise very much,' said Damien. 'Lest you get off that fat golfers butt and do something about it Alexander.'

Saruviel waddled his butt, and took his shot. 'We all have time. An eternal amount, Damien. We must get around to things in time, indeed. I spent time at the Oblivion Tube making plans, and charting out future destiny. Those plans unfold at a rate. When I could be bothered, mostly, but I have an eternity of lovely procrastination to enjoy first. One plan at a time, Saruvim of Infinity.'

'Pathetic,' replied Damien. He took his shot, and the started down the fairway.

'Of course, winning people takes effort. I have noted Satan's primary mission statement is no longer the eradication of the competition, but the perpetual humiliation, mockery and complete torment of those insane enough to challenge his obvious rule. Progress I suppose.'

'Hey, we've come a long way,' replied Damien. 'I don't rape women as much as I used to.'

Saruviel glared at him.

'Only kidding,' replied Damien.

'That's a relief,' said Saruviel.

Under his breath Damien said 'About as much as always, really.'

'What was that?' asked Saruviel.

'Uh, nothing,' replied Damien.

'The Saruvim do not spend their silver dollars all at once,' replied Saruviel. 'The rise is coming gradually. Not trying to upset the world with too much show from Saruviel's bunch. First of all, we are seventh. And you know what that means.'

'Care to enlighten men?' replied Damien.

'It means the Ketravim have a long way to go still before they have organised much about their community at all really. They are procrastinating too. Getting there, Jack Dagger tells me. Working on the sitch. Things take time. Callodyn Stalk. That grows over night. Ketravim? Bloody ages. We'll get there, he tells me. So the Saruvim can spend a few silver dollars, but the glory is a long way off. Ketravim realities are first things first.'

'I understand,' replied Damien. He looked at the ball on the ground. 'Pathetic though, you know. Pathetic.'

'Well we're both pretty pathetic Antichrists, so working on being technically angelic may take some time,' replied Saruviel.

'Satan's biggest gripe with Father,' replied Damien. 'Hardly an endearing lifestyle choice.'

'The wisdom of God,' said Saruviel. 'Your shot.'

Damien sighed, took his shot, and they carried on with their afternoon's golf at Kalphora City Golf Course.

The End


The Saruvim Daredevil's 2

'Jesus Christ,' said God. The theophany of God. You expect me to get along with Jesus Christ. He's a pretend Christ. Nothing official. Complete charade, Saruviel,' said Wolfgang.

'He's a fake,' said Rihanna. 'Pretend saviour. God alone is saviour.'

'THAT'S CORRECT,' said the Almighty.

Saruviel stood there. 'Him again.'

'He hangs around,' replied Wolfgang. 'Anyway, Jesus is a pain in the neck. I should rebuke his Christ claims. Zerubbabel is the true Messiah of Israel. I've examined these recent Danielic claims. They are a sham. Totally pathetic effort at justification of his heresy. Thinks he rules the world with the flow of the spirit of his prayers. I see them, you know. In some towns. Those prayers eagerly doing their work and building his bitch. Pathetic. I'd rebuke it. If I really gave a damn in the end. If I really gave a damn.'

'Jesus? Hah! Second rate Cherubim. Couldn't get his act together if you paid him. Con man. Built his church on lies,' said Rihanna. 'He was never honest to start with. Always delusion. Never the truth. A liar. His teaching. Lies. Never a truth teller. Only convenient things to gain glory. Just like the David schmuck, he hooked into his own people. Complete loser,' said Rihanna.

'Go easy on David,' said Wolfgang softly.

'Oh, really,' said Rihanna. 'Pathetic old man. Always playing favourites. Pathetic.'

'I just don't get along with rivals, Saruviel,' said the old man. 'Now shut up.'

'Finished?' asked Caltek.

'Yeh, finished?' asked Valderann. 'We have a show to put on.'

'Go,' said Wolfgang to the Saruvim Daredevil's. They saluted the crowd and took to their spaceships, beginning the show. Saruviel sat quietly next to Wolfgang in the stadium, watching the Angels Fly. They were impressive.

'Time has moved on,' said the ecumenist. 'Jesus is quite steady now. Matured a lot.'

'I'm far from impressed,' said God.

'It's not like it used to be,' said Saruviel.

'I'm far from impressed,' said God. 'Drop it will you. I tolerate his winging for a church. Sure. Fine. If he insists. Be the bloody saviour if you want lad. But I'm far from impressed. He left his angelic commission right from the start. Egomaniac. Chooses not to serve the plan, but set his own agenda. Just because he can.'

'Pathetic,' said Rihanna. 'He's no servant. He's just in it to be a superstar. No devotion to Torah. Pathetic.'

'You don't like the Gospels?' asked Saruviel.

'Barely read 'em,' replied God.

'I think we have a KJV somewhere at home,' said Rihanna. 'Redundant sort of text for the most part.'

'Charmed,' replied Saruviel.

'Like I said. He's doing what he wants to do with it all. But don't expect my justification or approval, Saruviel the Seraphim. When he gets over it and does God's will, then we can talk. But till then forget about it.'

'I see,' replied Saruviel. 'The way it is then?'

'The way it is,' replied God.

They watched the show.

'I'll see you later,' said Saruviel, and stood. He looked at the old man watching the show. 'Bastard,' he said under his breath, as he walked away and got on with the rest of the day.

The End


The Gang 2

Crystal sat in the flyers club. 'It's lonely here, Raddy,' she said. 'Where's the gang?'

'Life moves on babe. People going their separate ways,' replied Radiel. He had his space corps jacket on.

'You think they'll come back one day?' asked Crystal.

'I could track them down,' replied Radiel. 'But I don't want to. Last man standing rules the gang. Start again with my own kids. Let the dead weight of fidelity die, and move on with the new life.'

'Sounds about right,' replied Crystal.

'Damn straight,' said Radiel, looking around the dusty room. He righted a chair up on his legs. 'It's 3 months now, isn't it?'

'3 months,' said Crystal, touching her belly. 'Little baby boy. I'm sure of it.'

'He'll be in the gang. Answering to me,' said Radiel. 'We'll do it right. Build it to last.'

'You miss them,' said Crystal.

'Life goes on, babe,' replied Radiel. 'Sometimes dreams die. People die. They move on from the spirit of a thing, and are no more. Wherever they are in the universe, if anywhere at all, they're gone. Dreams die. Happens all the time.'

Jendiel walked in the room. She looked at Radiel. 'You're an asshole,' she said, and sat down on the chair Radiel had righted.

'Dead, all dead. In the end, all dead and gone,' said Radiel. 'Pathetic souls with no staying power.'

Varxanel walked in the room. 'This place is a mess,' he said.

'I know,' replied Jendiel. 'Pathetic. He's hardly taken care of it.'

'It's a good thing too,' said Radiel. 'Because they are too pathetic to be loyal. High flyers. Chasing the dollar. Heads full of dreams. No loyalty.'

Caltek walked in the room. 'This place is shit. It is total shit. I mean, complete and utter total shit.'

'I mean, frankly they are better off dead. Quite frankly. The gang was full of useless idiots. They had no style. They had no passion. They had no glory. Sad act the lot of them.'

Valderann walked in the room. 'Did a frikking animal die in here. It stinks. Yo Caltek. Long time no see bro.'

'I mean, if a thought of loyalty ever crossed their minds, fuck. Life would literally fucking end. I mean literally. Literally.'

Trixiel entered. 'This place is better off dead, Radiel. Why the hell did you organise this damn reunion?'

Crystal looked at Trixiel and then looked at Radiel. 'Really? Faithless? Really?'

'I mean, they had no real soul. No fidelity. Schmucks. All of them. Schmucks. Assholes.'

'Did they have any good qualities?' asked Crystal.

'None whatsoever?' replied Radiel.

Jetydosa entered. 'Yo team. Good to see you all. Hey, old times. They live again. Fantastic.'

'I mean, they were a sorry bunch,' said Radiel. 'Truly sorry. Glad to see the back of them really. Really, quite grateful.'

Diagonel graced the scene. 'Fellas, we're back.'

Radiel stared at Crystal, who raised her eyebrow. He looked around. 'Who let all these idiots in?'

They all glared at their fearless leader.

The End


Summation 2

'It's a giant phallus,' said Michael, looking at the statue of the giant penis in a shopping complex in outer Kalphona City.

'The statue is labelled 'Michael's Ego', replied Saruviel. 'It's 6 foot high. On the diametrically opposed other side of the city is a statue of a giant phallus, 8 feet tall, labelled 'Saruviel's Ego'.

'You have a bigger ego,' replied Michael.

'All things considered, appropriate,' replied Saruviel. 'It's a matter of perspective in life. This is Kalphona City. It is where Saruviel the Archangel has pride of place. Schmucky Michael is dissed. Told were to go.'

'The actual penis length is approximately 6 inches,' replied Michael. 'I've heard rumours my adversaries is approximately the same.'

'Vicious lie,' replied Saruviel. '8 Magnificent inches of divine glory. When at full mast.'

'You don't ever get the half mast blues?' asked Michael.

'Classic tune,' replied Saruviel. 'But, nay. I stand at full attention for Krystabel. I'm better than that. I get the blood right up.'

'Indeed,' said Michael. He gazed at the statue. 'That's legal, then. In Kalphona City. A statue of a giant penis.'

'I hardly know,' replied Saruviel. 'I hardly care. I own the mall. I'll do as I damn well please. Make a sub law if I have to.'

'Funny,' replied Michael. 'You know, you could have someone knit up a giant condom. Keep it warm at night.'

'Yes, it does get cold in Kalphona City at times,' replied Saruviel.

'I mean, the cock could freeze. Blue balls and all that,' replied Michael.

'An important consideration,' replied Saruviel. He gazed at the Phallus. 'Nay, I think the beast is man enough to hack it. Both shall brave the cold and stand proud and true. They shall gain legend in time. Eternal legend.'

'The two dicks at war,' said Michael.

'Indeed,' replied Saruviel. He ate another french fry and looked at the statue. 'Indeed.'

The End


PART EIGHT

RAINBOW CAMP


Millennia Fate Daly 2

'Mother, Sabrina is an idiot,' said Millennia Fate Daly to her stepmother Taylor Swift.

'She is young and admires you greatly, Millennia. Do not look down on your half sister so much. She is your family. Be proud of her,' replied Taylor.

'I do not wish to accompany her to Rainbow Camp. I mean, what is the point of Rainbow Camp in Kalphona City. Rather pointless. Lord Saruviel pushes the rise of the Saruvim, and Kalphora are not exactly excited by the Rainbow Covenant. Far too dramatic for such realities.'

'We have a community here,' replied Taylor. '7DF gradually grows here and there. Take care of your sister.'

'Fine,' replied Millennia.

Sabrina Daly came in the room. 'Ready to go,' she said.

'Why are you dressed in a yellow rain jacket?' asked Millennia.

'It might rain,' replied Sabrina.

'It's sunny outside,' said Millennia.

'Druid Superstud forecasted rain,' replied Sabrina.

'And who exactly is Druid Superstud?' asked Millennia.

'He's on Heretics Channel,' said Taylor. 'He's a plush doll dressed like a druid who tries to get in the pants of the female plush dolls on the network. He forecasts the weather each evening. It's mostly mockery.'

Millennia looked at Sabrina. 'It's probably not going to rain little sister.'

'It will,' said Sabrina. 'Druid Superstud said so.'

'He was fibbing,' said Millennia. 'He's a comedian. It's called mockery. Just for fun.'

'I'm not taking off my raincoat,' defied Sabrina.

'She likes it regardless,' said Taylor.

'She's an idiot,' said Millennia. 'Get in the car kid.'

'Rainbow Camp!' shouted little Sabrina with glee.

They drove through the city with Sabrina looking out the window.

'What do they do at this Rainbow Camp, kid?' asked Millennia.

'Stuff,' replied Sabrina. 'Fun stuff. Kid's stuff.'

'Right,' replied Millennia. 'Do they have Barney the dinosaur or something?'

'They have the Rainbow Dragon. If that qualifies,' replied Sabrina.

'Right,' said Millennia, making a right turn. 'The Rainbow Dragon. Brilliant.'

They reached the camp and the girls got out and Millennia clicked her remote to lock the car. They entered the camp, and Sabrina started running up to a group of kids. Millennia watched her. She seemed in her element. She looked at her registry slip and approached a lady on a table.

'Registering Sabrina Daly for the weekend,' she said.

'Daniel's little one,' said the lady.

Millennia handed her the form which was signed by Sabrina's mother.

'She'll be fine with us. You can pick her up on Sunday evening,' said the lady.

'Fine,' replied Millennia. She looked at Sabrina. The kid at a life. Something she could probably use. She got back in the car, started driving home, and looked at the grey clouds rolling in. Thunder suddenly burst, and it started raining.

'Funny,' she said. 'Wise kid.' And she continued her drive home.

The End


BJ

'Hey,' said Millennia to the dude in a 'Boojum' T-Shirt, standing with the kids at the entrance to Rainbow Camp.

'Hello,' he replied. 'You are here for Sabrina of course. She pointed out your car as it approached.'

'Hey sis,' said Sabrina.

'Have a good time?' asked Millennia.

'Brilliant,' said Sabrina.

'Right,' she replied. 'Well, thanks,' she said to the man. 'Why Boojum by the way? Not many into Anima. Dad loves the comic, but Boojum only has a small fanbase worldwide.'

'They are big in Rainbow Camp,' replied the man. 'I'm BJ by the way.'

'Right,' said Millennia. 'Nice to meet you BJ. Let's go kid.'

Sabrina got in the car and Millennia started home.

'Can I get some Anima Comics?' asked Sabrina. 'BJ read some of them to us. I want the first issue.'

'Fine,' replied Millennia. She drove to the centre of Kalphona City and parked in a lot. They walked to Impact Comics and Sabrina wandered off to find her Anima number 1. Millennia looked at the comics. Batman. Superman. Wonder Woman. Usual stuff. Reprint number trillion most likely. Not much new stuff anymore. That disappeared a long time ago. She looked at Sandman. Issue 44 of volume 1. She needed that. She was up to 43 in her collecting, but only read to issue 16. She liked them though. She picked it up and waited at the counter. Sabrina soon appeared with Anima number 1.

'Sleeves and boards?' asked the worker.

'Sure,' replied Millennia. She paid for the comics and they returned to the car.

'BJ says even issues at this printing will eventually have value,' said Sabrina. 'So I'm going to keep mine. Collect all the Anima comics.'

'There's a lot of them sweetie,' said Sabrina.

'BJ says there can never be too many Boojum comics,' replied Sabrina.

'Does he now?' said Millennia.

'Yep,' replied Sabrina. 'So I'm going to collect them all.'

'Lucky you,' replied Millennia. They continued on and got home, Sabrina jumping out with her comic and running inside. Millennia parked the car and looked at the skies. Grey clouds rolling in. She went inside. Sabrina was talking with Taylor excitedly and showing her her new Anima comic. Taylor smiled at Millennia.

'You did your job, big sister,' said Taylor.

Millennia looked at the excited young Sabrina. 'Brilliant,' she said dryly. She went upstairs, put on her Bon Jovi record, and lit up a cigarette. Boojum. Funny she said. But that BJ was cute.

The End


River Ride

'It's a river,' said Sabrina.

'So you'll need a life jacket,' said Taylor.

'2. Just to be safe,' replied Sabrina.

'What colours?' asked Taylor.

'She predictably likes pink and blue,' said Millennia.

'Pink and Blue,' said Sabrina.

'See,' said Millennia.

Taylor typed in pink girls life jacket into the eBay search and bought an appropriate one. She repeated the process for a blue one.

'Ordered,' said Taylor.

'Will they arrive this afternoon?' asked Sabrina.

'Course,' said Millennia. 'And Christmas is at tea time. With the Good Luck Bunny.'

'Don't be sarcastic,' said Taylor.

'Why is the Good Luck Bunny coming at Christmas?' asked Sabrina.

'The elves are on strike,' said Millennia. 'Santa is calling in an old debt with Bunny Boy. Help him get the job done.'

'Do they Christmas regularly?' asked Sabrina.

'Every day can be Christmas. If you are good,' said Millennia.

'I'm good,' said Sabrina.

'But I've been recording your naughty deeds,' said Millennia.

'Don't tell them to Santa. I'll pretend to be good,' said Sabrina. She winked at Millennia. 'He'll never know.'

'Santa sees all and knows all,' said Taylor. 'Whether you have been naughty or nice.'

'You score 75%,' said Millennia.

'So I get 75% of presents?' asked Sabrina.

'50%. Like I said, the Good Luck Bunny is helping him out,' replied Millennia.

'So the rest is in chocolate. BJ likes chocolate,' said Sabrina.

'Him again,' replied Millennia.

A few days later the life jackets arrived.

'This weekend is the camp,' said Sabrina.

'You'll accompany her on the river ride,' said Taylor.

'Will BJ be there?' asked Millennnia.

'I have no idea who will be organizing it,' replied Taylor.

'Yep. BJ will be there,' said Sabrina. 'Why?'

Taylor looked at Millennia. 'Yeh. Why exactly?' she asked, eyebrow raised.

'I want to chat to him. About Boojum,' replied Millennia.

'I read the comic. Didn't understand it much,' said Sabrina. 'But I liked it.'

'Maybe when you get a bit older,' said Millennia.

'I'll wait,' replied Sabrina.

The camp came. They did the river ride. Millennia held BJ's hand down the rough bits. He didn't crack on to her. They got home.

'Druid Superstud is on,' said Sabrina. 'It's 5 O'Clock.'

'Brilliant,' said Sabrina. They sat in the lounge watching the Heretics channel.

'Did you talk to BJ?' asked Taylor.

Millennia didn't reply. She looked at the druid. 'This show is sarcastic,' she said.

'Sabrina likes it. Did you talk to BJ?' she asked her daughter again.

'He's smooth,' she replied. 'Doesn't make a move.'

'Get him going then. They all crack when the woman is right for them.'

'I'll think about it,' replied Millennia.

'Druid is funny,' said Sabrina.

Millennia stared at the show. But was she right for BJ?

The End


Sebastian Corey Daly 2

Madalene Bridges sat with Lucy Smith. They were smoking cigarettes.

'Are you too cool to smoke ciggies?' Maddie Asked Sebastian Corey Daly.

'I'm conservative about such things,' replied Sebastian. 'You two obviously couldn't care less.'

'Witches are free spirits,' said Lucy. 'It's the magic in us.'

'You don't have magic, apparently,' replied Sebastian. 'Just Anima.'

'It gets me by,' replied Lucy. 'Have a smoke, dude.'

'I'd rather not.'

He continued working on his jigsaw puzzle. Madalane stood over the table. 'Sky is a bitch,' she said.

'No kidding, genius,' replied Sebastian.

'I hate sky,' said Lucy. 'It takes forever to frikking figure out the shit.'

'Jigsaws are about patience,' replied Sebastian. 'Life is about patience. Do you have patience Lucy?'

'Some,' she replied. 'It's something I consider. I go at the Lucy Smith rate, usually, though. Patience is great, but sometimes I hook in and get things done. Depends on the mood.'

'Witches could be moody I'd imagine,' replied Sebastian.

'Why do you live with grandpa?' Madalene asked her nephew.

'He's the boss. I get along well with Cyril. Steady conservative hand. Takes a sensible approach to Catholic faith. Not too much junk in his approach. Some catholics obsess about Mary, and they have this weird feeling about them. Cyril has a bit of that, and a bit of Jesus, and a bit of the saints and a bit of God. He seems well rounded and mostly consistent. Balanced. I use that mentality in life. Draw from eclectic sources to balance it out and keep in touch with enough variety that I keep a grip on reality well enough.'

'Right,' said Madalene. 'She puffed on her cigarette. 'I mainly watch Netflix. That stuff does it for me. Real life stuff. That's my drama stories.'

'I ready the Belgariad the the Riftwar Saga every century,' said Lucy. 'That keeps me focused on basic principles.'

'Both sensible enough approaches,' replied Sebastian. He looked at the jigsaw. 'I'm bored,' he said. 'Well, not bored. But I could use a change of pace.'

'Put on the Taylor CD,' said Lucy. 'We'll listen to that.'

Fearless went on, and they sat around, sipping cola, eating chips, smalltalk, and listening to the music.

'When does grandpa get in?' asked Madalene.

'He's at Telecom today. One day a week,' replied Sebastian. 'He spends 2 days with me, the rest with grandma. We spend all Saturday afternoon at the Daly foundation, mostly online, doing our work and plans and things.'

'Pays my bills these days,' replied Madalene. 'Uncle Dan just puts me on the payroll. I think I technically have shares in an an ancient account in one of my houses. I think the money is probably even technically building.'

'Why don't you check it?' asked Sebastian.

'She's saving,' replied Lucy. 'She wants to buy some ancient books. They cost a lot when they come up for auction. Mainly after an early copy of the Hobbit. As early as she can get.'

'Shut up,' replied Madalene.

'Tolkien fan?' asked Sebastian. 'I read him too. From dad's collection.'

'I could imagine,' replied Madalene.

They listened to the music. The CD finished. 'Back to the jigsaw,' said Sebastian.

'I need a smoke,' said Lucy.

'Me too,' replied Madalane.

Sebastian sat down at the table and picked up a piece. 'Now where does this go?' he asked, picking up the cover of the box with the picture on it trying to work out his next piece.

The End


Rainbow Camp

'There's a killer on the loose, kids,' said BJ. 'Don't leave camp.'

'Where is this killer from? Why is he around here?' asked Sebastian.

'Always questions from Corey,' said Millennia. 'Isn't it enough that it's a damn killer. Your stupid logic circuits should kick in. Killer. Evil. Don't ask too many questions. Keep head low. Stay out of trouble.'

'What is the killers racial identity?' asked Sebastian.

'His surname is Fraser,' said BJ.

'Anglo sort of surname,' said Sebastian. 'Interesting.'

'What does Anglo mean?' asked Sabrina.

'The English people,' said Millennia. 'Anglo-Saxons.'

'It could be Irish of course. Or Scottish. Or even Welsh.'

'Does it damn matter?' asked Millennia. 'He's a killer dude.'

'Maybe he's just misunderstood,' said Sebastian.

'Yeh. Sorry for slashing your throat bitch. I had a troubled childhood,' replied Millennia.

BJ chuckled. 'Very funny Milly.'

'I am sure on judgement day Millennia Fate Daly will be talked with by Jehovah. You are sarcastic, he will say. A very bad example, he will say. Biting tongue. Think more of yourself than your actual accomplishments.'

'Bite, shit,' replied Millennia.

'The killer is actually about 20 miles away apparently,' replied BJ. 'We probably don't have much to worry about.'

'I was not concerned,' replied Sebastian.

'Oh. Oh, really?' asked Millennia. 'Conan the Barbarian are we?'

'I computed the probability of a killer concerning himself with the affairs of Rainbow Camp. It seemed unlikely.'

'Well done Brainiac,' replied Millennia. 'You get a brownie point.'

'Rainbow point,' said BJ.

'What?' asked Millenia.

'In Rainbow Camp we call them Rainbow Points,' replied BJ.

'Whatever?' replied Millennia.

'We can save them up. And cash them in,' said Sabrina. 'I have hundreds of Rainbow Points. You get special rights with Rainbow Points. You get to decide camp activities. They cost points.'

'Brilliant,' said Millennia. She looked at BJ. 'Well, how many Rainbow Points do I have?'

'Uh, none. As of yet,' replied BJ.

'Brilliant,' said Millennia. 'Course. Why the hell would Millennia Fate Daly have any Rainbow Points. She's 22 and far too old for Rainbow Camp.'

'Rainbow Camp runs with children and young adults up to the age of 35,' said BJ.

'Cool. I still qualify,' replied Millennia.

'You probably always will. Your IQ will never get much beyond 10,' said Sebastian.

'Bite me dude,' replied Millennia. She looked at the hills beside where they were camped. 'You don't think the killer is watching us do you?' she asked BJ.

'Doubtful,' replied BJ.

'It's illogical for an Anglo-Saxon Killer to bother with Rainbow Camp patrons,' said Sebastian. 'He has too many infidels to worry about. They are the mortal enemy of the Anglo-Saxons.'

'Who are the infidels?' asked Sabrina.

'Russians or something,' replied Millennia.

'Don't leave camp,' said BJ. 'I'll notify the other campers.'

'Brilliant,' said Millennia, watching BJ leave. She looked at Sebastian. 'Idiot,' she said. He poked his tongue at her in reply.

The End


Ruth


Chapter 1

'King David is an idiot,' said Boaz.

'Why is King David an idiot?' replied Ruth.

'He is not the King of Televere. But he acts as if he is. He parades around the Capital, in his limo, wearing his sunglasses, saying 'I'm the king, dude. Dressed in a smooth suit. Thinking he's the bees knees. It's a sad state of affairs, Ruthie.'

'He's enjoying his prestige. It's no big deal,' replied Ruth.

'Televere is a better effort than Israel,' said Boaz, sitting down. 'Israel on New Terra is too arrogant. They pride themselves too much. King Albert keeps Judaism steady in the worlds of Televere. He's a far better example of a man of God. King David is nothing but whore babylon.'

'Be that as it may, our grand-son likes to parade himself. The people like it. It's funny,' replied Ruth.

'It's ridiculous,' said Boaz. 'We are Jehovah's Witnesses. We witness to what God thinks is responsible behaviour for the world. We do not parade ourselves. It's ridiculous for people to think that Yahweh's people are all about show and glitter. We're about responsible and godly lifestyles. To set a good exmple. A priestly nation is not a charlatan.'

'But we're only human people too,' replied Ruth. 'David doesn't pretend to be perfect. Nor Michael.'

'At least David Rothchild is not of the same ilk. Messianic role given to him, but he doesn't quite get up his arse like King David. Mostly settled with sensible decision making. Has genuine convicitions on things. A much better example.'

'I do agree, but people like David's charms. His smooth touch. Celebrities prefer him like that. It's in our best interests.'

Boaz looked at Ruth. 'I see your point. It's not a good one. But I see your point.'

'Have dinner, Boaz. Leave David be. He's just doing his thing.'

Boaz put the newspaper with the photo of King David on the cover down on the table, and sat down. 'I should have words with him.'

'If you think so,' replied Ruth. 'Enjoy your pumpkin soup.'

Boaz ate his soup and looked at the picture of King David. 'Pimpernel,' he said to it. Ruth smiled.


Chapter Two

'I spoke with David, He said he was getting old,' said Boaz. 'His excuse. Torah no longer motivates him.'

'David does what he wants to do,' replied Ruth.

'The fundamental problem,' said Boaz. 'He's not eternal.'

'Probably not,' replied Ruth. 'Too much enjoyment of sin.'

'David Rothchild is mostly settled,' said Boaz.

'Our new David,' said Ruth.

Boaz sat down at the kitchen table. 'I want to bring some of the kids home. For a reassessment,' said Boaz. 'Speak to Obed about Jesse. There's problems with some of Jesse's logic. It doesn't really work out. I want a new branch Obed. The Jesse idea is too faulty. Too much pride. When David slew Goliath he boasted. It was an enemy of the Lord, but he boasted. His head just wasn't were it was at. It was bravado. It just wasn't what it should have been.'

'Agreed,' replied Ruth.

'Obed is fine, but I want a new Grandson. I'll sit down in the basement starting next week. Review the old journal notes. Make an assessment and develop a new chapter. Jesse was too much liberty. It didn't work out.'

'I'll go and spend some time in Clamorton,' said Ruth. 'Leave you alone for a year or so.'

'Fine,' replied Boaz.

Ruth looked at Boaz wrinkled brow. This current thing was weighing heavily on him. He was not impressed with the David idea any more. He wanted a revision. A better son with more tradition about him. Not so free in spirit.


Chapter Three

Ruth sat in the Clamorton Clans. She was knitting. Callodyn and Kelly were sitting with her.

'Some dreams don't work out,' said Ruth.

'So the blessing restructures into a new bloodline,' said Callodyn.

'Jesse is not working out for us. Too much show. Starting again with a new child from Obed. A more traditional approach. We can't claim to represent holiness if we're not holy. We've run with David forever. But it's just not working out. It's just too much trouble.'

'What will happen with scripture?' asked Callodyn.

'We'll start a fresh beginning from the book of Ruth. The Torah, Joshua, Judges, Job and Ruth. We'll let the rest drop. It just didn't work out. The ultimate result is about the same length and the same number of books. But we'll wise up from the mistakes we made. It just wasn't good enough for humanity.'

'Ambriel always was a Seraphim first,' said Callodyn.

'Him the people like. But there is just too many problems with the House of David. Just too much aggravation,' replied Ruth.

'I understand,' said Callodyn.

'The power and the glory went to their head,' said Ruth. 'It's embarrassing to a lot of the older community. It misrepresents a lot of what we're all about. It just didn't work.'

'So he's soulsearching?' queried Kelly.

'Working on new notes,' said Ruth. 'Addressing the concerns he has.'

'Then all is well,' said Kelly.

'All is well,' replied Ruth.

Chapter Four

'The work is done. Obed's new son will be called Damien. We are addressing the tradition of the Omen and the stupid Antichrist idiocy. Citizens called Damien have often had a tough time from morons with accusations of being the beast. The Antichrist theology itself in the Book of Daniel and Revelation has messed up that many lives. Innocent people suffering accusations from fundamentalists pumped up on self righteousness. It's been a terrible result for the Torah community and mankind. We won't make those mistakes a second time.'

'Very wise,' replied Ruth. 'It should work wonders. Of that I am sure.'

'Won't have that bad news a second time,' said Boaz.

'Amen,' replied Ruth.

The End


Dickhead

'Hey, dickhead,' said Satan the Devil to the Theophany of God. 'I mean, can pathetic be more emphasized. Can the qualities of gutless, pathetic wannabe be more emphasized.'

'Shaddup,' said God.

'Jesus. I remember. Jesus. He was God. The Son of God himself. The Almighty saviour in flesh. Coming to save mankind itself. Dies on Calvary. The ultimate man. The new Adam. To vanquish the great old grand dragon. And I shit myself at times too. But, oh, no. He wasn't. Ok then. King David. Man after your own heart. Slayer of giants. Bedder or harlots. The bees fucking knees of Israefuckingel. But, what? Cancelled. The old fart Boaz reviews his notes, wises up, says scratch that shit, and we'll start again. Pathetic. You can't stick with it, huh? Pathetic. If this is the competition, sad dude.'

'Shaddup. I had little to do with the decision.'

Satan just shook his head.

'Let's play golf, buddy,' said God. 'Get in a quick 9 holes.'

'Sure. Whatever,' said the Devil. 'Let's play golf. Good luck with the new plans. I'll await them with eager anticipation. Old man.'

'You do that,' replied the Theophany of God. 'You do that.'

The End


Rainbow Camp 2

'They never did find that killer,' said BJ. The Daly kids were again at Rainbow Camp. They went often on the weekend.

'Was there really a killer?' asked Millennia. 'I didn't find anything about him in the news.'

'Would I lie to you babe?' asked BJ.

'I'll bet,' replied Millennia.

'No there wasn't a frikking killer. We tease some of the campers at times. Spooky stories to excite them up a little bit. I mean that's life. Sometimes it needs exciting bits. A bit of fear, a bit of a rush, a bit of adrenaline. We have a policy, well detailed, on such things in Rainbow Camp. We fill in campers later on. Have a bit of a chuckle about it.'

'I hardly believed there was an actual killer,' said Sebastian.

'Why is that?' asked BJ.

'I read the policy statements of Rainbow Camp beforehand. Father has access to such things. He's on the board after all.'

'You should have told us,' said Sabrina. 'I was a little bit scared.'

'It's the darn policy,' said Sebastian. 'We can't go against the policy can we. That would not be conformity to the rules.'

'So we had a thrill and a chill, but no real harm,' said Millennia.

'Something like that,' replied BJ. 'Oh, there is though an issue. We're out of food. We might starve. The food van was failed to be packed this morning.'

'That could be an issue,' said Sebastian.

'We'll starve,' said Sabrina.

'Are we really out of food?' Millennia asked BJ.

'Scouts honour,' replied BJ, giving her a salute.

'Right,' said Millennia.

That night, around the campfire, as they ate fried chicken, Millennia said, 'Pity we ran out of food.'

'Yep,' replied BJ.

'I mean, what we gonna do. Hunt for wildberries or something.'

'Yep,' replied BJ.

'Lucky you had a backup van,' said Millennia.

'Found it at the last minute,' said BJ. 'Real close thing. Wasn't sure the driver was scheduled on this week.'

'Course,' said Millennia. 'Back up van. Good thinking.'

'Course,' said BJ.

They ate their fried chicken. The mood was good.

The End


The ValDan Agenda

'Right, competition,' said Valandriel. 'What are we going to do about the competition?'

'Business as usual,' replied Daniel.

'Why?' asked Valandriel.

'Well, our gameplan is a sound gameplan,' said Daniel. 'We're not really out to get anyone. It's a standard prosperity growth model. We have about the right percentage of charitable and altruistic concerns. We're compliant with inter-universal legal requirements. We're following the Seraphim Torah carefully enough. It all checks out reasonably well enough kemosabe. Our corporations are pretty happy with their employment conditions, we have a happy and exciting atmosphere, we're not a boring organisation. All things considered we hit the nail on the head. We don't really have problems with pride. The competition? They do. They are full of hangups and fuckups. Most of them have idiosyncracies which are just nuts. We've won the fight for the most part. They like to threaten that they'll gun us down, but it's all talk. They never really do. For them it's a competition. They act is if they have some goddamn right to say and do what they want and put people in their place. They are fuckwits, Valandriel. Fuckwits. We researched this from the start bro. We got it right from the start. The others brag, but they only fuck with people in the end, pushing them around, trying to tell them what to do. They are all little hitlers, Valley Boy. Little Hitlers. Dictators. People in Rebellion. They haven't been servants of God to start with. They haven't got a clue. All talk, no action. Pride, mate. Pride.'

Valandriel sat looking down at the desk. He looked up. 'Pretty much, bro. Pretty much.'

The End


Rainbow Camp 3

'This is Rainbow Camp,' said BJ. 'And we have activities.'

'What are the activities?' asked Millennia.

'You choose them based on Rainbow Points,' replied BJ.

'How do you get Rainbow Points?' asked Millennia.

'Here's the list of things you can do to get Rainbow Points,' said BJ.

Millennia looked at the list. 'Clean up the camp?'

'Of course,' replied BJ.

'Wash the dishes?' said Millennia.

'Of course indeed,' replied BJ.

'Look for camp hazards in the activities undertaken,' said Millennia.

'And that's the list,' said BJ. 'How you earn Rainbow Points.'

'You don't have any more ideas?' asked Millennia.

'We don't need any more ideas. We're just teaching a basic cleanup mentality. Nothing much more than that.'

'Why is that?' asked Millennia.

'To keep Rainbow Camp clean enough,' said BJ. 'So that it doesn't stink and looks tidy enough.'

'What about positivity works?' asked Millennia.

'Your moral crusading is fab,' said BJ. 'By all means be a saint. Not an issue. We have a camp code on acceptable behaviours. They are mandated. Rainbow Points come from campers volunteering for non-obligatory tasks we like to relax on if we can.'

'I see,' said Millennia. 'Fascinating.'

'I pick up rubbish,' said Sabrina. 'Put it in a bag. I go around the campsites picking up all the rubbish. I get good points.'

'So she decides activities, does she?' asked Millennia.

'Some,' replied BJ.

'What have you chosen?' asked Millennia.

'Boojum stories,' replied Sabrina.

'Predictable,' said Millenia.

'I like Boojum too,' said Sebastian. 'Stories tonight BJ?'

'All ready to go,' said the camp leader.

'Funny,' said Millennia. Rainbow Camp. Clean up lessons. Amazing.

The End


BJ 2

'Of course, we can date can't we?' Millennia asked BJ at another Rainbow Camp.

'Against camp policies I'm afraied. No fraternizing with the campers,' replied BJ.

'Hey, I can have a word with daddy. Get you an exemption,' replied Millennia.

'People of power thinking they rule the world,' said BJ. 'That's corruption Milly.'

'I know. Fuck huh?' replied Millennia. 'Go on. Date me dude. We'll go see a flick. The Anima Movie. Could be fun.'

'I'll think about it,' replied BJ. 'But what makes you think I like you? What makes you think I'm even available?'

'You're not gay are you?' asked Millennia.

'No. Don't be stupid,' replied BJ.

'Girlfriend?'

'Not exactly,' replied BJ.

'Well what's the problem then dude?'

'Do you know how old I am?' he asked her.

'Uh, nuh,' she replied.

'Old enough to know, Millennia Fate Daly. Old enough to know,' replied BJ.

'I'm not your type is it?' she asked him.

'Not exactly. Mostly your about right for me, actually,' he said.

'Ok. It's a date then.'

'Like I said. I'll think about it. We can meet outside of camping times. Less of an issue. No fraternizing in camp times, but private lives are not too much of a concern in our policies.'

'How old are you then?' she asked.

'Old enough,' he replied.

'How old exactly?' she asked him.

'I go back a bit,' he replied. A few aeons.'

'Oh,' she said. 'Your ancient.'

'Yeh,' he replied.

'So, no kids then?'

'There might be a few. Here and there,' said BJ.

'Exes?'

'A certain number,' he replied.

'I could imagine,' she replied. 'Well, no matter. I like you dude.'

'And I like you too Millennia.'

'Sweet,' she replied. She looked up at the stars. 'Cold night.'

'Yeh,' said BJ.

The End


Millennia Fate Daly 3

'BJ is actually an ancient dude,' said Millennia to her mother.

'Tough break,' replied Taylor.

'I like him though,' said Millennia.

'Then keep him in mind. But don't rush in. Area for fools to follow,' said Taylor.

'I'll keep that in mind,' said Millennia.

She slept soundly that night. She dreamt of BJ. Suddenly, about 100 winging woman were behind him. Exes. Screeching at him about the new bitch. He gave her a frustrated look. Millennia laughed.

The End


Epilogue

Demoting David. Interesting, thought the Eternal Spirit. David would naturally object. A world of arguments would follow. But Boaz was no longer satisfied with the bloodlines of Jesse. Interesting days ahead.

The End

The End of Rise of the Saruvim 2