Infinity Chapters 5-7

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Chapter Five

 

Logos was the firstborn son of God, according to the best of his understanding.  He had witnessed, firsthand, the birthing of all his angelic brethren.  Each of them was unique and worthy of love and respect as befitted a child of God.  Logos, though, was different from the Angels.  Each of them had wings.  He had none.  However, with his spiritual power, he could fly if he so chose, yet forewent this ability.  But differences were far great than outward superficiality.  Logos was, in a sense, deity.  He realized, so he thought, that the spirit of God dwelt in him in an unlimited sense.  Over time, though, this view had been refined to one of ‘unlimited’ in relation to his own unique psyche and personality.  In other words, the spirit was unlimited in the way it needed to be for Logos to go about his duties.  Once, at dinner, in acceding to a request, he turned water into wine.  Samael and Sandalphon, and others, steadily consumed that keg of wine that night, most appreciative to Logos for the feat, Sandalphon stating it the best wine he had partaken of.

 

Yet, these feats, for want of a better word, were simply to demonstrate his ability and the subsequent divine authority God had granted him.

 

Logos did not mate.  He was not really sure if his current physical structure could achieve this act, as he had never gotten any urge to try and do so.  Yet, technically, according to what God had suggested to him once in conversation, he was in fact capable of doing this if he so chose.  Because of this, it perhaps had been his unstated desire to remain celibate, which had influenced him to be as such, rather than any physiological reason.

 

Aphrayel, once, had caressed him and touched his manhood.  They had been alone, in private, in his abode.  She had asked him, bluntly, if he cared to see what all the fuss was about.  He had considered then, looking at her with, perhaps, the faintest of tingling’s in loins, wether his celibacy was in truth really that necessary a decision.  But he had, gently, pushed her away saying such a thing was not fitting for the Son of God.  And since then it had remained that way.

 

In fact, his purpose with the Ecclesia was, in truth, to bring more of his brethren into line with the code of behaviour he felt most fitting for angels of God.  He felt that angels, the majority of the time, should be abstaining from sexual promiscuity.  It was, in the mind of Logos, an intimacy – an encounter – a passion – only to be partaken of on the rarest and most appropriate of situations.  However, the truth it seemed for the angels of Infinity was that, like a good drop of wine, or the first cigarette, once a taste had been developed for sexual behaviour it was not soon relented of.

 

In two weeks from today the year 2100 would turn over.  This would be Logos 2100th

birthday, and Samael’s 2000th.  In those 2100 years Logos, so he felt, had gotten a fair grip on how his brethren lived their lives.  He felt that each of them, while dedicated to God, were not as passionate in that devotion as he himself was.   In this reality he both faulted them and faulted them not.  In a true sense he judged them for not being as devoted to their Father as they could be, yet he likewise judged them not, by showing mercy and compassion.  These two qualities – judgement and mercy – were two of the fundamental ideas he used in how to relate to his brethren.

 

In relation, though, to the issue of sexual purity, Logos had come to the strong and fixed conclusion that a standard of behaviour needed to be set.  From a certain perspective, 2100 years was a long time.    Yet, from another perspective, that being of the eternal, it was no time at all.  Because of this, Logos believed that in their youth, each of the angels needed to be taught to respect and love their opposite sex – not using them for the mere pleasure of sexual gratification.  In fact, the term he had used upon Aphrayel, that being of ‘Harlot’ was intended to describe someone who had an unbridled lust for sexual activity, without any self restraint, as befitted a child of God.  They needed, so he believed, to have a greater respect for the opposite gender, and the purity of their own bodies.  The intermingling of flesh on a nightly basis – the unstrained wantonness of lust – should not and could not continue.  It would inevitably, in the future before them, make each sex ultimately loathe and despise the other in its desire for sexual fulfilment due to its early abuse.  This was an idea which Logos was, now, quite certain of.

 

And so he had separated the ecclesia.  He had separated the Seraphim – the fourth group of seven angels – away from sexual conduct for a good and long period.  He had asked them if they could commit to a decade of abstinence.  After a minor complaint from the seventh, Saruviel, that time was reduced to seven years which the Seraphim agreed to.  They would not touch one of their Celestyel sisters in all this time in the hopes of setting an example of sexual purity both for themselves and their fellow brethren.

 

In turn, he had asked the other angels to abstain from seven months, being greatly disappointed when that was not achieved.  Yet three months for all of them, with the seven months having been fulfilled for most of them, had generally seen Logos objectives met.  On this issue Logos now had confidence that, in the future before them, it would not grow out of hand and turn into something it was never intended to be.

 

Apart from the issue of the Ecclesia and Sexual purity, the other main concern in Logos life was the Saruvim, and Satan’s new lust after dark magic.  He had reached out, one night, while the Saruvim were at their fireplace north of Azion.  He had reached out and felt them for a number of hours, feeling Satan communicate with a dark spirit.  A dark, evil spirit.  The darkness, the dark magic, scared Logos somewhat.  He was not really sure exactly what it was.  He had spoken to his Father many times on the subject who had simply stated that in the goodness of time things would be revealed which he needed to know.  That was, really, not much consolation.  But he trusted that whatever it was, it would come within the power of his eternal father to control.

 

One other reality entertained Logos thoughts at that time as well.  Samael’s recent conversation with himself of perhaps writing a similar commentary on the Torah to his own.  It would be, he felt, most interesting to gain insight from his younger brother by one birth position.  Samael was, in truth, a most intelligent and thoughtful angel.  Quite unlike others in most respects, so elusive and mysterious in ways, as if he was hiding his true being or thoughts from you behind a haze of mystery.  Yet, that was Samael.  He had always been like that.  And, thus, the opportunity to read firsthand his brothers deepest thoughts was an opportunity he greatly wanted to partake of, he supposed, in the goodness of time.

 

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Samael sat with Aphrayel on wooden park benches on the edge of Rageeta Pond, on the northern side of Azion, the Golden City.  Around lunch-time they had eaten a meal, drunk some wine and were now relaxing on the bench, Aphrayel laying her head on Samael’s lap.  A stiff wind was blowing through the pond, as it had done off and on all morning, which had made them question wether it was the best of days for a picnic.  Yet they had persevered, and the wind had calmed down somewhat.

 

Aphrayel, staring into the pond, was totally relaxed and at peace.  Samael, who was reading a copy of the Torah, just sat there, gently stroking her hair.

 

‘So, brother, have you given any more thought as to what you might say in such a commentary.’  Samael considered his sister’s inquiry, thinking how he might respond.  He spoke after a while.  ‘I guess, original should really be my intent.  There is little point in Echoing Logos’ words.  We already know them.  So, above all else, original.  And in that originality, something unique to me.’  Aphrayel took that information in, continuing to stare out at the pond.  It would be good, she felt, to have a deeper insight into the mind of her brother.  To unearth just what was going on in that mind of his.

 

She stared into the waters, her mind going over recent events.  The 7 months of abstinence had been achieved by most, yet she was not included on that list.  Though, in truth, it bothered her little.  She perhaps, to be fair to Logos, had not taken the time she really should have to properly understand his perspective on the issue of sexuality and the separating of the Ecclesia.  Yet, one day, not now though, but one day she would.  She knew that Logos would not raise such an issue lightly, so would ponder the issue at length some time in the future.

 

Sandalphon’s Democracy, while seemingly now a non-issue, had also been on her mind.  It was an interesting idea, and she contemplated the issues involved at nights on her bed.  It would be good, she felt, to have an opportunity to discuss the issue in more detail.

 

Yet, while most things were right and good in the world of Celestyel angel Aphrayel, one thing was out of place.  Perhaps deeply out of place.  The Saruvim.

 

Satan was, in truth, not the angel he had once been.  Samael had taught her recently that Satan and the Saruvim had become engrossed with ‘Dark Magic’ – a power which he and Sandalphon had previously been familiar with.  This Dark Magic worried Aphrayel – it worried her immensely.  She knew she was, in the end, an Angel of God dedicated to light, goodness and the Torah.  While Sandalphon’s ideas of democracy enticed her somewhat, they could not, would not, change the underlying dedication to her father and the ways of goodness.  Yet her brother, Satan, while seemingly just as dedicated to such principles once himself, was no longer as such.  In fact, he had almost become the opposite.

 

‘Samael.  Do you think.  Do you think Satan, could, well……..’ she left off speaking.  Samael, though, picked up the thread.  ‘Could what, Aph?’  She blurted it out.  ‘Could hurt someone.’

 

Samael went silent for a while, as if contemplating the thought, but in time responded.  ‘Aphrayel.  It is a worry, yes.  The Dark Magic is elusive and, by its very nature, seductive.  If it has claimed Satan’s soul in the way it desires, and perhaps apparently may have done so, Satan and the Saruvim may indeed try to cause harm.  But at this stage I would not worry myself to greatly if I was you.  God will, if such a thing becomes a reality, take necessary measures.  I trust him on this issue.’

 

Aphrayel nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.  ‘I do hope so, brother.  I do hope so.’

 

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And in service to the darkness, in the name of the power of the night, the way of evil, Satan indeed acted.  With the Saruvim accompanying him, late in the evening, they came upon Gemrayel in her abode.  She welcomed them, perhaps naively, and offered them drinks, in her hospitable manner.  Yet when Satan tied a rope around her head, covering her mouth and proceeded to undress her, with little resistance, Gemrayel queried just what her brothers wanted.

 

And then, Satan, and in turn each of the Saruvim, forcefully and violently, belting her head until she was finally unconscious, raped their Celestyel sister.

 

They hung her up, upside down, tied with a rope to her ankles, from the tower of Logos abode.  They watched her, Satan chuckling a little, and left.  The coldest, darkest hour of Infinity had come to pass.

 

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Michael looked up at the site of something dangling from the temple.  The firstborn of the Seraphim, first of the ecclesia, had had his curiousity aroused, so flew up to see what it was.  Uncovering the brown fabric covering the object, he gasped to find his sister Gemrayel, unconscious, tied by the ankles.

 

Carefully, yelling out ‘Logos’, he released his sister from the ankles and lowered her to the ground.

 

His persistent yelling had brought quite a number of angels from their abode that morning, and when Logos arrived, each queried what was happening.

 

Michael explained how he had found his sister.  Logos bent down, touched her forehead and closed his eyes for a few moments.  He opened them and Gemrayel gradually opened her eyes.  She looked at Logos and started weeping.  Eventually she came to herself and said, ‘Satan.  The Saruvim.  They, they forced me.  And they hurt me.’  Logos looked at the bruising on her arms and forehead and immediately then knew just what depths of darkness his Saruvim brothers had declined to.

 

Michael shared with the gathered group what had happened, and Logos stood to his feet.  He instructed Aphrayel to take her to her abode and to look after her.  Looking into they eyes of Logos, there was steel.  Steel determination.  His brothers, now, would be responded to.  They would learn just what the wrath of the Son of God was all about.

 

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Samael, gently patting Gemrayel forehead with a cloth filled with ice to ease the pain of the bruising, turned his attention to her ankles.  She had been left like that all night, and they were greatly swollen.  It would take weeks for them to heal.  Aphrayel held Gemrayel in her arms, who was still silently sobbing, and spoke soothing words to her heart.  Eventually Gemrayel spoke.

 

‘I don’t hate them, you know.  I don’t hate them.  I know they have done wrong, and they will probably be punished.  But I don’t hate them.  I could see in some of their eyes.  I could see it.  They were frightened.  As if caught in something too big for them.  Even Satan at times seemed reluctant.  Its as if they are in something which has control of them – something beyond their power to resist.  And I don’t hate them because of it.’

 

Aphrayel nodded at Gemrayel’s words, continuing to stroke her forehead.  Samael spoke.  ‘I fear, sister, that Logos will not be as forgiving as you.  I fear that, what has happened to you, may pale compared to what he will do to the Saruvim.’

 

Aphrayel listened to that comment, and it resonated with her.  She knew Logos would be unhappy, perhaps to say the least.  Just what would happen to her Saruvim brethren now, she wondered.  Just what would happen now.

 

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Logos looked at Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and the rest of the Seraphim.  ‘You know what we have to do, now, don’t you.  Is there anyone who will go against this?  You have heard Father.  He has no objections to my judgement.  Are we agreed on this matter?’  It was Saruviel who spoke.  ‘They have crossed a line, Logos.  They must be responded to.  And I feel your judgement is sound.  I am sure we all agree.’  In turn, each of the Ecclesia nodded.  The judgement had been passed.  Logos looked at them, grimly satisfied.

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Logos sat in his abode.  He had left it to the responsibility of his Ecclesia to bring the Saruvim to the front of the temple.  They would, perhaps, not come willingly.  But Logos had authorised force if necessary to bring them.

 

After a few hours contemplation, Michael entered his abode.  He gave Logos a look, and Logos followed him downstairs.

 

In front of the temple the Saruvim were rounded up, each with arms tied behind their backs, and wings tied as well.  The ecclesia had completed their tasks.

 

Standing by now where the whole community, including Samael, Aphrayel and Gemrayel who was looking on at her brothers.  Each of the Saruvim remained silent, perhaps fearing to speak.

 

Logos came forward, looking at each of the Saruvim in turn, before coming to Satan.  He looked at him.  He looked directly at him, and spat in his face.  Satan said nothing.  Logos turned to the crowd.

 

‘Brethren.  These are the Saruvim.  You will not see them again.  Judgement has been passed.’  He nodded to Michael, and each of them picked up one of their Saruvim brothers, and followed Logos who had risen from the ground.

 

The crowd watched them as they departed northwards, eventually disappearing out of sight.  It was the last time the angels of Infinity saw their Saruvim brethren.

 

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Samael, entering Aphrayel’s abode, was greeted instantly with an inquiry from Gemrayel.  ‘Well, where are they?  Where are the Saruvim?’  Samael, having received the news that the Saruvim had been cast beyond the great rim – with no ability to return – carefully explained to Gemrayel this news.

 

Later on, he and Aphrayel were in conversation.  ‘Yes, Aph.  I fear we may never see them again.  Such was the resolution on Logos face that I think we have seen the last of our brothers.  Perhaps eternally so.’  Aphrayel nodded.  The news had been shocking, at first, but she had gotten used to it.

 

A sombre mood came over Azion in the next few weeks.  A mood of fear and judgement.  And regret.  Each of them worried for their Saruvim brethren, but it seemed from all conversations with Logos that the judgement was final.  They would not see their brethren again.  They were gone from them.

 

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Logos sat in his abode.  He sat there, occasionally taking an interest in the game of Chess being played by Michael and Gabriel, but usually lost in thought.  He knew, in his heart, he had done the right thing in casting out Satan.  The spirit of evil which had come upon his brother would have never left, and Satan would have been a thorn in his flesh forever unless decisive action had been taken.  Yet, while he had told all the angels of Infinity that the Saruvim were gone eternally from them, he had arranged with father a place were the Saruvim would lie – going through their allotted punishment.

 

A rock.  A solitary outcropping of rock, hidden beneath the Realm, had been made for the Saruvim.  Father would direct them their and ensure they remain.  They would spend centuries upon centuries there, in isolation.  Enough time to contemplate their actions and repent of the evil which had come upon them.  And then, eventually, if repentance complete, Logos would allow them to return.  Yet then, and only then.

 

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Michael, firstborn of the Seraphim, first of the ecclesia, contemplated Satan’s fate.  He himself had cast Satan from beyond the great perimeter – the conflux of space just beyond the rim which no angel was able to pass.  When they had arrived there, just as Logos had stated, they were able to go beyond the perimeter for the first time, encountering nothing but void.  They had unbound the Saruvim’s wings, enabling them to fly, and then just cast them from them, flying back to the perimeter and the Rim.

 

Standing on the rim, Michael had watched the Saruvim in flight for a few moments.  They had all flown at level with the rim, but had gradually disappeared down beneath the realm, falling ever downwards.

 

And then they had been gone.

 

Michael wondered what would happen to them.  He took pity on his brethren, realizing that their fate seemed unpalatable to most of the angelic community, himself included.  But such had been the consequences for their actions.  Such had been the consequences for their evil.

 

He, in a way, now understood the purpose Logos had been trying to achieve in himself and the rest of the ecclesia.  They were to be separated – cut apart – from such evil or even such ability to evil.  And having contemplated the fate of his younger brother, Michael was now thankful for that simple fact.  Quite simply thankful.

 

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Yet, life goes on, as it always does and has.  And while the Saruvim, having found their rock beneath the realm, contemplated solitary existence, the lives of the Angels of Infinity returned to something approaching normality after its recent disruptions.

 

For Samael, whose 2000th birthday was at hand, life had, in a sense, come full circle.  The growth in his life which he had desired for centuries had come, to a large degree, to pass.  And with that growth, he felt, the timing would be right to begin his work on his commentary for the Torah.  He planned on beginning that commentary on the morning of his 2000th birthday, being Logos 2100th birthday.

 

The night before, sitting with Aphrayel in her abode, Gemrayel and Sandalphon over by the side of the room quietly playing chess, Samael contemplated his words.  He had decided, perhaps in his quest for originality gone too far, to go out on a tangent with his opening dialogue for his commentary and then, slowly, work back towards his main subject – the Torah and how life related to it in reality.

 

He shared this with Aphrayel who heartedly approved of the idea.  She gave the occasional suggestion of what he could perhaps include in his commentary, reflecting on her observations of his life in the centuries she had known him.  It was very pleasant and soothing for Samael that evening, reflecting over a life of 20 centuries.  It had seen much – much in the way of repetition naturally – but it had been a learning experience, and one in which he was grateful to his eternal father for having experienced.  In consideration, if the next 2000 were as enjoyable as the first, it would be a life well lived.

 

Lying next to Aphrayel later that night, she shared with him that it would be a traditional celebration for himself and Logos, along the lines of last century’s big celebration.  These days, the yearly birthday was usually no great affair, but each century was generally celebrated.  It would be a day to look forward to, Samael hoped.  A day to remember.

Chapter Six

 

Samael, early on the morning of his 2000th birthday, sat down, inspired.  Picking up a quill, he began:

 

‘Life, it seems to me, has a merry hum and strum to it.  Each of us knows its ways and intricacies.  Each of us familiar with its highs and lows.  Each of us understanding that the divine has, and presumably always will, be there, which has led each of us to an ongoing application of a code of behaviour – a code which the divine placed before us, even before our begetting.  Torah.  Holy Torah.

 

For some of us it is a foundation stone:  A rock to build a life based upon its apparent eternal wisdom.  For some of us it is a comforter – a friend:  A place to go to that reaffirms our beliefs and encourages us to continue in them, giving us the understanding as to why and how it will benefit us.  For some of us, now gone from Infinity, it perhaps was a thorn:  A thorn of behaviour never agreed to, and resented upon.  And, for some, the Torah is simply the Torah:  A wellspring of knowledge and wisdom to, from time to time, study and apply.

 

I have known the Torah for 2000 years now.  Logos, upon my birth, within a few hours of showing me the Realm, taught me some of its basic lessons.  I have studied it at length over these past 2000 years and have, perhaps, gained an understanding of its purposes and the wisdom contained therein.

 

In the end, and to conclude before I really begin, the Torah is life.  Its very principles speak of living, enjoying life, and promoting such life.  Ultimately, my brethren, to choose life is to choose the Torah as well.  Its wisdom will shape you, nurture you, and enlarge you as you tread the footsteps of your eternal existence.’

 

He left off, and re-read the passage.  Yes, it was good.  It was a good beginning.  And the first word had long been the word he desired to start his commentary with.  He would show it to Aphrayel, later on in the day, for her comments.  And slowly, as time passed, he would add to it.  He would add to it until, he felt, it was either completed or it completed itself.

 

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‘Come on,’ said Logos.  Samael picked up the strange looking object which Logos had placed at his feet.   It was a rod of some kind.  A long thin rod, with a reel at an end and some wire running down it through attached hooks.  Logos had called it a ‘Fishing Rod’, which totally perplexed Samael as he had no idea what fishing was.

 

He followed Logos and, after they had picked up Aphrayel from next door, the three of them headed for Rageeta Pond.  ‘I have left a note with Sandalphon.  He was still asleep, but he should be joining us when he wakes up,’ said Logos.

 

The pond was just a short walk and, arriving, Logos placed his rod down beside the pond and looked down into it.  ‘There’s one,’ he said.  Samael and Aphrayel came over to see what he was looking at.  Suddenly, a fish appeared on the surface, before swimming back down into the pond.  Aphrayel jumped at the sight of the fish, but Samael looked on inquisitively.  ‘What the heck was that?’ asked Aphrayel.  ‘That, my dear sister, was a fish.’  Samael looked down into the pond.  He began noticing that the pond actually contained many fish – all swimming around the pond merrily.’  ‘Fish,’ stated Samael, now slightly amused.  ‘Fish,’ echoed Logos.  ‘Are they alive?’ asked Aphrayel.  ‘Indeed they are,’ said Logos.  ‘And we are going to catch some.’  ‘Really?’ said Samael, again amused.

 

Logos picked up a rod and telling Logos and Aphrayel to watch him carefully, stood back a bit and gave the rod a flick.  A little ball of steel, with a hook attached, flew through the air and came into the pond.  Logos began reeling.  Having wound it up he repeated the action.  Aphrayel and Samael both looked amused.  Eventually Samael could not contain himself, so asked the question.  ‘What exactly are you doing Logos?’  Logos smiled.  ‘Fishing, brother.  Now both of you, pick up your rods and do what I do.’  ‘To what extent?’ asked Samael.  ‘Why, to catch a fish, of course,’ replied Logos.  Aphrayel, looking on, shrugged, and picked up her rod.  She tried doing what Logos did, and found it awkward.  But, with a little effort, managed to repeat Logos’ actions, although a little clumsily.  Samael had sat down on the bench, and was looking on, rather amused at the apparent pointlessness of there activity.

 

Suddenly, ‘Now what the heck are they doing?’  Startled, Samael looked up to see Sandalphon standing just next to him.  ‘Mmm.  They are fishing, Sandalphon.’  Sandalphon had a puzzled look on his face.  ‘Fishing?  What the heck is fishing.’  ‘Why not give it a go.  Find out for yourself.’  Sandalphon looked down at Samael, noting his slight grin, but answered.  ‘Well, I might just do that.’  He took his rod, which Logos had left for him with a note, and watching what Logos and Aphrayel were doing, started flicking his rod in likewise manner.  Reeling it in, immediately it started jagging.  ‘I think I have caught it on some weeds,’ he said.  Logos, noting that the floaty was moving around the pond, said ‘No.  You’ve caught a fish.’  Sandalphon looked at him puzzled.  ‘A fish.  What the heck is a fish.’  ‘Reel in your rod and see.’  Logos and Aphrayel put down their rods and came over to stand next to Sandalphon as he slowly wound his reel.  ‘Careful,’ said Logos, ‘or it might get away.’  Samael, unable to contain his curiousity, came and joined them.  Carefully, Sandalphon wound up his reel, and after some turns, the fish started rising up out of the water, struggling, with the hook caught in its mouth.  ‘Oh, that must hurt it,’ said Aphrayel.  ‘Don’t worry about that,’ said Logos.  Logos grabbed hold of the line and raised the fish up for his brothers and sister to examine.  ‘So that is a fish,’ said Sandalphon, amazed.  ‘Yes, that is a fish.’  ‘They are a lifeform like us?  Aren’t they?’ asked Samael.  ‘Not exactly like us.  But yes, they are a lifeform.’  ‘And they live in water, I take it,’ he again asked.  ‘That is correct,’ replied Logos.  ‘Well, what do we do with it,’ asked Aphrayel.  Logos smiled, a slight grin on his face.  ‘We eat it.’  ‘Eat it!!  You must be joking.’  ‘Not at all,’ said Logos.  ‘They taste fine.’  ‘A lifeform for food?  But isn’t life precious?’ asked Samael.  ‘These lifeform's cease to exist after a point in time anyway, Samael.  They reproduce themselves, though.  So we can eat as many of them as we like, as long as we don’t over-indulge and reduce their numbers too much.  Samael nodded, now understanding his older brother’s point.

 

Later on, after they had caught around a dozen fishes, they had returned to the kitchen, were Logos was busy preparing them.  It was Logos on morning breakfast duty that morning, and every angel, minus the Saruvim, was now present.

 

When Logos served the fish, alongside some chips with lemon on them, everyone asked what it was.  When it was explained to them, many were a little nervous at eating a new lifeform, but most took to it without too much fuss.

 

Samael took his first bite of fish.  Fortunately, Logos had cooked it to perfection, and Samael, having eaten through his first bite, quickly took another, as did Sandalphon and Aphrayel.

 

Later on after breakfast, the whole community agreeing that fish were a delightful addition to the menu, Samael wondered on this new lifeform.  Would, now that fish had been created, Logos and God bring forth more new creations?  It would be most fascinating, if they did so, to see firsthand just what creative skills their father capable of.  Most fascinating indeed.

 

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After Lunch on his 2000th birthday, Logos found Samael in his abode, reading through the Torah.  ‘Father wishes to speak with you, Samael,’ said Logos from the open doorway.  Samael said ‘No worries.  I’ll be there shortly,’ after which Logos departed.

 

After taking a sip of melit water, Samael put down the copy of the Torah and started his way to the throneroom.

 

Coming into the room he noted the sparks above the throne had, not just one particular colour glowing, but a whole range.  That was extremely rare indeed.  He came to the throne and spoke ‘Father.  It is I, Samael.’  Very soon he was answered.’

 

‘Son.  How has your day been?’  ‘Quite well’, replied Samael, not used to such a mundane question from God.  ‘And how are your thoughts for your commentary?  Flowing well?’  ‘Why yes, they are thanks.  I guess I really shouldn’t ask how you knew, you being who you are.’  ‘I would encourage you, in your commentary, be honest – be sincere.  And let that thought you have – that thought on life – be a spark growing into a flame.  I would encourage you on that my son.’  ‘Thank you father.  I will endeavour for it to be as such.’  ‘Very good.  Samael, you are dear to my heart.  Never, ever, be mistaken in not thinking as such.  You are a precious child – firstborn of Angelicdom.  It is a responsibility and a pleasure.  Because of it, though, you will be sacred one day Samael.  And in that sacredness you will have to learn how to behave appropriately.  This you will understand one day, dear child of mine.’  ‘Yes, alright,’ said Samael, not really sure how to respond.  ‘Very good.  I will conclude by wishing you the happiest of birthdays, mighty Onaphim.  Your happiness is a blessing to all.  Be at peace my child – be at peace.’  Samael nodded.  The flickering lights above the throne slowly turned from multi-colours, back to a bright orange.  Samael stood there, perhaps realizing that he had been given a birthday blessing from his father.  He backed away from the throne, turned and veered to the side of the room, sitting down on the benches which surrounded the room.  It was kind of God to speak as such, he thought to himself.  And he would act upon those words and, if at all possible, let a blazing fire be the light of his commentary on the Torah.  A fire to light their whole realm.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Later on in the afternoon, Samael having returned to his abode, Logos showed up yet again that day.  Inviting himself in he walked over to the chess set which was by the side of Samael’s room.  ‘Is it a game in progress?’ Logos asked Samael, noting an apparently unfinished game with the pieces still upright on the board.  ‘Yes, actually.  Between me and Lovrayel.  She challenged me to a game after our recent bout at the new 4 player version.  She is, strangely enough, extremely challenging.  Perhaps her secret strength really is quite simple.  She has obviously studied the game a lot and applies herself towards victory.  I am really not sure if I will win this game or not.’  ‘What colour are you?’ asked Logos, who had sat down at the chess set, examining the game.  ‘Black.  Lovrayel usually insists on being white – suits her blonde hair, I think.’  Samael stood, went to his kitchenette, coming back with some Lemon and Orange juice glasses, and handed one to Logos who accepted it.  Logos was in thought, looking at the game.  He was contemplating possible attacking strategies for both Lovrayel and Samael.  The thing was, while Logos had a vast mind, when it came to competition his God and Father had deliberately worked upon his thinking and thoughts to limit his capabilities to that of the angels.  It was as if something came over him when he was competing, and he was alike his brethren.  Almost a regular angel.  ‘Yes, I think she has the upper hand.  2 points ahead I make it with the 2 extra pawns she has taken.’  ‘Yes, I had noticed,’ replied Samael.  ‘Really, to win this one, if I really had to, it would take one heck of an effort.  She is really fighting me on this one, I think.’  ‘Whose move is it?’  ‘Mine, actually.  When I have made it I will let Lovrayel know the move, and she can move the piece on her board which is set up like this one in her room.  We have agreed that there is absolutely no time limit on this game.  Even if it takes centuries.’  ‘Really,’ said Logos, most interested.  ‘Do you have an idea for your next move.’  ‘Several.  I have been waiting for two weeks so far to make this move.  Really, I am trying my best to look ahead and think through both my and her attacking strategies.  I am trying to think at least 5 or 6 moves ahead.  It will be a difficult one to win, but I am going to go slow to try and get the lass.’  ‘Put her in her place, huh?’ asked Logos.  ‘I don’t think Lovrayel really has a place, as a woman.  I know they are the softer sex and you teach us to act accordingly – but they can take the competition like the rest of us.’  ‘Yes, I know,’ replied Logos.  ‘You know, in competition, I am just like the angels.  No special advantage.’  ‘Yes, I know,’ replied Samael.  ‘Well, once you have finished this game with Lovrayel, I wouldn’t mind playing one under a similar rule as well.  No time limits, that is.’  ‘If you like,’ replied Samael.  ‘It should prove interesting.  But, dare I say it, if Lovrayel wins, perhaps you should challenge her.’  Logos nodded, considering that.  ‘Perhaps I will play both of you – have two boards set up in my room.’  ‘An interesting idea,’ said Samael.  ‘Actually, if you can cope with two games at once, I think I can as well.  If you want to play that game – no time limits – how about we start right now.  Perhaps with the set over in Aphrayel’s abode.’  ‘Sounds good,’ said Logos.  ‘Shall we?’ Logos asked.

 

The two of them placed their glasses in the kitchenette and made their way over to Aphrayel’s.

 

They found her with Sandalphon over by the side, drinking scotch, with Aphrayel next to Lovrayel on the couch, doing some crochet, and Shadray lying in front of Aphrayel’s bookcase reading a book.

 

‘Hello Samael,’ said Aphrayel.  ‘Hi Samael, Logos,’ said Shadray looking up.  Samael nodded to Sandalphon who grunted back.  ‘Aphrayel, I have a favour to ask,’ began Samael.  ‘What is it?’ said Aphrayel looking up.  ‘Well, Logos and I are going to have a game of chess.  A game similar to the one currently going on between myself and Lovrayel – one with no time limit.’  Lovrayel looked up, most interesting.  ‘Did you challenge him, Logos?’  ‘Not so much challenged, but suggested.  I thought it might prove interesting to play in the no time limit fashion.’  ‘Oh yes, it really is,’ said Lovrayel.  ‘It gives you plenty of time to plan your next move, instead of being constantly rushed.  Really, I guess, you can take years if you have to, to make a move.’  ‘I might be years with my next move, dear sister,’ said Samael to Lovrayel.  ‘That’s alright, brother.  You might need to be,’ said Lovrayel, a slight grin on her face.  Samael gave her a cute look in response.

 

Aphrayel went to the cupboard and fished out the chess set.  She placed it on a side table and grabbed some chairs from her bedroom, placing them opposite each other at the table.  Samael and Logos sat down as Lovrayel, excitedly, put the pieces out.  ‘I suppose there may not be that much action today, if you both plan on taking your time.  But I will watch on anxiously.  Please – let me know when both of you make your moves.’  ‘Certainly,’ replied Logos.  ‘Will do,’ said Samael.

 

With the pieces set up, Logos offered being white to Samael.  ‘Seeing as you suggested the game, I will let you choose,’ replied Samael.  Logos nodded.  ‘Very well.  You can go white.  I will be black.’  Samael nodded, smiling inwardly at Logos charitable offer.

 

He contemplated his first move, Lovrayel and Aphrayel both looking on anxiously and Sandalphon having taken an interest stood above the board.  ‘Try the classic opening,’ suggested Sandalphon.  ‘Quiet Sandy,’ said Lovrayel.  ‘Let Samael make his own mind up.  This could be a long match, after all, and he will need to use HIS brain.’  Logos looked down, pleased at being more involved with his brethren.  He was not always as such, due to his position.  But being them was, in the end, what life was all about after all.

 

Samael, thinking on Sandalphon’s words felt maybe, just maybe, he would act accordingly.  Perhaps, in this game, the most classical and well worn moves would be the best to lead to success.  Perhaps that would be the strategy he would take.  And so he moved Kings Pawn ahead 2 places.  ‘This should prove interesting,’ said Logos.  ‘Indeed replied Samael.  And then, the game of games got underway.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

That night, at dinner, they had fish again, and everyone was in a good mood, enjoying the new delicacy.  Samael sat next to Dolphyel and Garanel, for a change, happy to enjoy their company.  ‘We bloody eat living creatures.  What do you think of that?’ Garanel asked Samael.  ‘Apparently, that is what they were created for, according to Logos,’ replied Samael.  ‘It is supposedly not meant to be a problematic issue.’  ‘Fair enough,’ replied Garanel.  ‘Whatever else they taste great,’ he said, munching on some fish.  ‘Yes, they do taste good, echoed Dolphyel.  ‘Hey, its 1, 2 and 3.  Fancy that.’  Samael nodded, realizing he was eating with the first three Onaphim angels.  ‘I have begun my commentary, brothers.  It may take time – quite some time – to complete it.  But it is begun.’  ‘How does it start,’ asked Garanel, now eating some beans.  ‘Life.  It begins with life.’  ‘Well were else could it begin,’ said Dolphyel.  ‘It is, after all, how we all began.  Isn’t it.’  Samael thought on that insight.  ‘Good point, Dolph.  Very good point.  Actually, if you don’t mind, I might comment on that idea in the writing.’  ‘Feel free,’ replied Dolphyel, finishing off his fish and taking a drink of Lemon and Orange juice.

 

Just then, Elendayel, last of the Celestyel Angels, and lastborn of the angels, came over to sit next to Garanel.  ‘Hi sis,’ said Garanel, burping.  ‘How pleasant,’ said Elendayel sarcastically.  ‘She looked at Samael.  ‘Happy birthday, brother.  He spoke to you, like last time, didn’t he?’  Samael looked at his youngest sister.  ‘If you mean God.  Yes.  Like my thousandth birthday he gave me a blessing.’  ‘He did that for me at my thousandth as well,’ said Elendayel.  ‘I think that is the number he works with for blessings.’  Garanel spoke up.  ‘At my thousandth he told me he loved me and to be the fun angel I have always been.’  ‘He likes pranksters, perhaps,’ said Elendayel, kicking Garanel underneath the table.  ‘Hey, watch it,’ said Garanel, who proceeded to tickle his sister, who started giggling in response.  Samael looked at the two of them, chuckled a little at Garanel who was his usual jovial self, and took another bite of fish.  Yes it was a blessing.  And, so far, the day had been good.  The day had been good.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

‘Come on, bro.  Let’s get pissed.’  Samael looked up at Sandalphon, who was standing in his doorway, some bottles of beer and whiskey in his hands.  ‘A fair way to end my 2000th don’t you think?’ asked Samael, a subtle grin on his face.  ‘No bloody better way, mate.’  ‘Come on in then.’

 

Later on, Samael was, actually, quite pissed.  The two of them had been talking usual Samael and Sandalphon dialogue, the various philosophies on life, women and the meaning of it all – yet from the demeanour of those quite intoxicated, which needs little elaboration.

 

Aphrayel arrived when Sandalphon was singing a song, and he invited her to get drunk like himself.  She declined on getting drunk, yet did partake of some of the beer.  She was wearing quite a short skirt, with a pink t-shirt with a red heart on it.  She sat next to Samael and started stroking his hair.  ‘Looksh lighke yur lucckkky tonite,’ said Sandalphon.’  ‘Looskh like itt,’ replied Samael.  Aphrayel grabbed his collar and dragged Samael into his bedroom, Sandalphon continuing to sing his song.

 

Samael collapsed onto his bed, while Aphrayel closed the door and started slowly undressing.  She had taken off her top, and was making seductive moves, swinging her hips, when she noticed that Samael had not turned his head around to look at her.  She got onto the bed and looked at him closely.  He was, unfortunately, already asleep.  She sat up at the front of the bed, folded her knees to her chest, and said ‘Great.’  Her planned night of love had, unfortunately, come to no avail.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Shortly before midnight Samael awoke.  His head ached, and Aphrayel was nowhere to be seen.  He carefully, holding his aching head, made his way into the main room, were Sandalphon was sleeping on the couch, snoring loudly, occasionally speaking in his sleep.

 

He went to the kitchenette, poured a long glass of water, his usual remedy, and walked over to the window to look at the temple.  He stood there, as the clock on the wall turned over to midnight, the usual gongs indicating the hours.

 

Well, it had been quite a day.  A day to remember, really.  He had begun his commentary.  Gone fishing for the first time.  Received a blessing from God.  Begun a game of chess which, perhaps, would last millennia.  Gotten pissed and, finally, almost made love to his beloved sister.  Yes, a day to remember.

 

He thought on Logos and wondered what kind of day his oldest brother had had.  Of course, Logos turned 2100 today as well.  This was, although only what had been called the begetting age of Logos, as he had apparently existed in some other form before that time, likely an important day for him as well.  He had likely, if Father related similarly to Logos as he did for the angels, received his blessing last century, at his 2000th year.  Yet, birthdays were generally celebrated each century, and the community usually made a fuss for each of the angels, Logos included.

 

He and Logos were, in some ways, alike.  They, of course, were the oldest of the community by over a century, and had a bit of an elderly feel to them.  As his father had told him today, earlier on, one day he may be viewed as sacred.  That had puzzled him.  He did not really think that his brethren would ever view him as sacred, seeing as they were also now quite old and only getting older.  But, as God’s words always did, they would inevitably make sense one day.  Not now, but perhaps at some great time in the future.

 

What would tomorrow bring, he wondered to himself.  If it was anything like today it would be a memorable one.  But all things considered, today had been greatly enjoyable.  A day to be recorded, in the heart of Samael, as a day not to forget.

 

Chapter Seven

 

Logos looked down at the chess board in his room.  3 moves had been made in the game between himself and Samael, all 3 taking place yesterday.  And then the game had slowed right down and – now – careful and considered planning was the name of the game.  This game Logos would take seriously.  Quite seriously.  While, in truth, it did not really bother him greatly when he lost at such competitions, that being an inevitable reality of life, which beckoned acceptance of such reality and ignoring of any feeling of defeat associated with it, Logos did in fact like using his intellect and challenging himself to achieve victory when and were he could in fact do so.  And his younger brother by one position of birth, Samael, seemed the ideal challenge in this game of chess they had organized.

 

Also, set up in his room, was the game being played between Logos and Lovrayel.  He was, now, following this game as well.  He had asked both of them to be notified when moves were made so he could make the corresponding move on his set.  The main reason behind such an idea was to gain an insight into the strategies his younger brother and sister both employed.  Through studying Samael’s moves in particular, he could gain a greater insight into how his brother played the game, which hopefully would only assist him more greatly in his own agenda.

 

Chess was, for Logos, an interesting diversion and game of skill.  He was not, in the end, exactly the competitive type.  Not in any focused sort of way.  However, in his thinking, competition was a part of life, and an aspect to be explored, taken part in, and enjoyed from time to time.  It was, he felt, natural that the angels have a degree of rivalry.  If, though, that rivalry led to heated argument, which it had occasionally done so in the community, Logos saw this as a bad thing.  Competition was to test skill – not to exalt pride.

 

In his competition with Samael, though, if truth be told, he really desired to see if he could defeat his younger brother.  Samael was, in some ways, a challenge to Logos.  They had never been rivals, but Logos saw, perhaps, in Samael’s character a challenge – a waiting challenge – from someone who would never yield to the authority of God’s son.

 

Logos viewed Samael as subtle, and hidden.  As if he was aware of things and events within the realm, yet never made his knowledge public.  Yet, perhaps, alluding to in his very demeanour, in a subtle sense, that he was very aware of people and the happenings of the realm.  It was almost as if a faint shroud of mystery surrounded his younger brother.  A mystery God himself placed there, Logos occasionally thought to himself.

 

Perhaps, in this extended game of chess, Logos would come to know something of the mystery of Samael.  Perhaps, over time, he would gain an insight into the mind and mystery of his younger Onaphim brother.  Perhaps.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Elendayel, 70th born of the Angels of Infinity, 7th and lastborn of the Celestyel angels, was happily lying on her brother Garanel’s bed in his abode.  Garanel had tickled her a lot yesterday and, later on, asked if she would spend the night with him.  She had agreed and, lying there, was quite happy she had done so.  They had not bedded together for quite a number of years now, she usually preferring other of her brethren.  And, so it seemed, Garanel had rarely bedded in recent years as well.  He had mentioned that he had not had sex in over 4 years with one of his sisters.  He had mentioned it in an offhand sort of way, as in passing conversation.  But it had stung her.

 

Garanel was, in truth, quite a coarse angel.  Not harsh in any way, but quite brazen and disgusting in some of his manners and language from time to time.  He was often untidily dressed, and a little dirty in his clothing.  Occasionally he smelled a little bad, often from the alcohol.  He was, in truth, sometimes hard to love.

 

Yet he was funny and had much charm when he chose to use it.  And as a lover he was quite affectionate.

 

She was, perhaps, not that surprised that he had not been with one of the Celestyel’s for a while.  His nature did not beckon the most suitable of partners to spend time with.  Yet Elendayel also knew her brother deserved affection and love, as all the angels did, and was upset with herself for not having been aware of Garanel’s situation.

 

Because of it she would take special care with Garanel for the foreseeable future and, if at all possible, assist him in some of his more uncouth ways and mannerisms.  Bring him back, ideally, to the kind of angel he was in his youth.  It would be a challenge, certainly.  But a most interesting and delightful challenge.  One with, hopefully, a great reward.  A great reward indeed.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

  It had been a hectic last few months, Dolphyel felt.  He had completed the 7 months of abstinence, as per Logos instruction, with minor disruptions.  And, perhaps, he had felt the benefit of it.  The benefit of obedience and holiness or purity.

 

Sandalphon had discussed with him his ideas of democracy just recently, ideas which Dolphyel had slowly been coming round to, yet which had, it seemed, been put on hold with the exile of the Saruvim.  Sandalphon had stated that, with the now more relaxed stance of Logos on the issue of sexual behaviour, that the problem of authority – for the time being – did not seem that problematic.  Yet, perhaps one day in the future – the dim and distant future – Sandalphon and those who shared similar views could bring to light their plans in a more definite way.  Yet, for now, nothing more need be done.  They would sit and wait patiently – when the time was right for action, all of them would know it.

 

Dolphyel had acceded to this idea, reluctantly though, having become quite attracted to the ideas of freedom and liberty which democracy spoke of.  They seemed, to Dolphyel, who was a keen student of virtue as befitted his principle of Torah, virtues in and of themselves – and as such he greatly desired to see what they were made of in practice.  Yet, he would have to be patient.   Perhaps, as Sandalphon said, sometime in the future – at a more appropriate time – they could proclaim what they felt was the best way for the community of the Angels of Infinity to function.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Michael sat by Rageeta pond, looking at the fish swimming around.  They merrily went through the same old routine, as far as he could tell, of eating food, swimming and not much else.  How exhilarating, he sarcastically thought to himself.  Not much life for a fish.

 

Gabriel sat over on one of the benches near the pond, reading Torah and praying in between each principle.  It was a routine which had developed amongst the Ecclesia, one which Logos had introduced.  The other Seraphim were presently at Raphael’s abode, likewise studying Torah and in prayer.

 

Michael had noticed, in the months that they had been devoted to such spiritual purities, they had indeed been becoming spiritually pure.  He thought in his thoughts, for a want of a better word, holy thoughts.  Thoughts of God and being compassionate, kind and dedicated.  Of setting an example in work conduct – one without any complaints – and, generally, in everything he said and did, to set the best possible example he could.

 

Logos said to him they were going through a ‘Refinement Phase’.  A time in which some of the rougher or jagged edges of their personalities would be examined, rebuked and done away with.  The result:  A purer, holier angel.  And, as a result of this, in the future the ecclesia could have a greater impact into the lives of the angels of eternity – a constant reminder of the holiness which they were capable of and, perhaps, expected of them.  Such, it seemed, was the major role and purpose for which Logos had brought the ecclesia to be.

 

This fact, Michael did not object to in any great way.  He understood the importance of holiness.  In the reality of the Saruvim he, oh so greatly, understood the importance of holiness.  It was, for now, their life.  It was, for now, what they were dedicated to.  And, for now, he would persevere with the lifestyle Logos required of them to, ultimately, bring forth the fruit that Logos and each of them personally desired.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Yes, in truth, Shadray was a gentle and humble angel.  Firstborn of the Noahphim, the ninth-born group of seven angels, Shadray, as much like the Noahphim as well, was a gentle and kind-hearted angel.  This was what the Noahphim, in particular, were noted for.  Perhaps, to some, the Noahphim may have been the better choice for that of the role of ecclesia that Logos sought.  They were the more spiritual of the two groups when Seraphim and Noahphim were compared.  Yet, Logos had chosen the Seraphim.  Perhaps, in the end, it was the Seraphim who needed the sanctification more than their younger counter-parts.

 

Of course, a divide had come into the community.  One which bothered Shadray each day, yet one he knew which had to be.  The entire 7th group of seven angels – the Saruvim headed by his brother Satan – were no more.  They were gone from the Realm of Infinity.  That simple fact bothered Shadray greatly.  It was as if his home was no longer complete.  His brothers – ones which he had grown to love less and less – were now gone completely.  And while he silently rebuked himself for the lack of love in his towards them in their last hours in the community, he understood that what had come to pass must have done so.  Their actions needed to have been responded to in the manner which Logos chose to.  In that being the truth Shadray did not doubt.

 

Yet, whatever else, he still missed his Saruvim brothers and prayed every night that, wherever they were, God would one day forgive them and lead them through the necessary steps of a heartfelt repentance.  In this he would need to keep faith.

 

His other Noahphim brothers felt similarly.  Koray in particular, the most gentle of all the angels of Infinity, prayed for them constantly and sought his heavenly father to forgive them and lead them back to the pathways of love.  Shadray, though, was not so naïve to think that this would happen any time soon.  They had grown into darkness, the Saruvim.  Bringing them back from this – bringing them back to the light – would take time.  It could happen no other way.

 

And so, alongside the rest of the Noahphim, he would keep faith and hope and pray that one day restoration would come to the Angels of the Realm of Infinity.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Gemrayel lay, staring at the ceiling, Sandalphon lying next to her.  Since the incident he had been her only lover, she not desiring to come near another.  She lay there, contemplating life.  It was around midnight, she guessed, and the newly created crickets were singing their melody of life just outside her window down on the grass near her abode.  God, since the fish, had continued on in his new creative endeavours, crickets being amongst the many of the new creations.

 

She was restless.  Often she was restless, and when she was she usually sang a song to pacify herself.  She got to her feet, walked out into her main abode area, opened a window to look out, seated herself, and started singing:

 

This life we live, is just a dream

Of love and loss and vanity

We break their hearts, and they break ours

Then sit alone in lonely towers

 

We dream of love with brothers true

Who’ll take our hearts, when we are blue

And cheer us up, and give us love

As pure as God’s love from above

 

Celestyel’s adore their kin

Our love for life in them did begin

When they took our hands, our heads, our hearts

And told us then they’d not depart

 

This life we live, is just a dream

Of love and loss and vanity

Lovers come and lovers go

In this life in our eternal home

 

Gemrayel finished singing the song.  It was, really, a sweet one.  One of Lovrayel’s finest compositions.  And the melody had worked somewhat.  She was now more greatly at peace and, perhaps, ready for slumber shortly.

 

She returned to her bedroom, and lay down on the bed.  Her lover, Sandalphon, continued snoring loudly, but it bothered her not.  She remembered countless times he had professed his love for her – a love to not depart.  And she guessed, in truth, that such love had remained.  That such love had remained and, perhaps, would eternally do so in the life of love she lived in the eternal realm of Infinity.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Garanel blushed at the new clothes his sister Elendayel presented him with.  He looked over them, noticing how good the quality was.  ‘Really, sister, why have you gone to so much effort.  You know me.  I will only dirty them up.’  Elendayel responded.  ‘That is were I would like to challenge you, brother dearest.  Your slovenly ways have been noticed by me and my sisters for quite some time now, and they will now have to cease.  If you are to be granted the love you desire on a more regular occasions, then you will have to do us the pleasure of at least deserving it.  And that means taking better care of yourself.  Okay.’  Garanel, reluctantly, nodded.  He had gotten used to life and his, so called, slovenly ways.  They suited him and he enjoyed them.  Yet the temptation to love from his sisters for improving himself was, to put it bluntly, to great a temptation to resist.  ‘Alright, Elendayel.  I will wear the clothes and put in a much bigger effort.  You just remember to visit me more often, okay.’  ‘Why Garanel.  If you get your act together you can expect visits from all your sisters.’  Garanel grinned a smile.  That, at least, was good news.

 

She cleaned him up in the kitchen of his abode, using wet rags to wipe down and clean all his body.  And then she helped him into his new fine clothes.  A beautiful cream and white shirt, with lovely designs.  Corresponding cream slacks and socks.  And a new pair of silver-reed shoes – the stuff hard shoes were made from.

 

She brushed his hair and stood back to get a look at him.  Mmm.  For once, her brother Garanel did look quite fine.  She would take him now and show him off to his sisters.  It was a joy he probably had not had in a long while and something which would do all of them some good.

 

‘Come on, Gar.  Follow me.  And don’t forget to smile.’  Garanel dutifully smiled in response as his sister led him on a merry trip that day to all of his beloved sisters’ abodes.  Life, it seemed for Garanel, angel of Infinity, was starting to look better.  And thank God for that.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Samael sat with Aphrayel by Rageeta pond, staring at the swimming fishes.  ‘I wonder how intelligent they are?’ queried Samael.  ‘Oh, don’t worry.  You are just a wee bit smarter than a fish, dear brother,’ jibed Aphrayel.  He gave her a slight push, saying, ‘How funny?’  He continued staring at the fish.  ‘But, seriously.  I wonder – do they think much?  Do they feel?  Do they have emotions like us?’  ‘I think they are simplistic,’ said Aphrayel in response.  ‘If the life they live is only temporary, I don’t think father would have made theme to intelligent.  They are probably just dumb fish.’  ‘I guess,’ stated Samael in response.

 

‘They do taste nice, though,’ said Aphrayel, who began chewing on a cracker covered in fish paste.’  ‘Yes,’ agreed Samael.

 

They sat there, around lunch time, enjoying a picnic.  Samael had brought his rod and actually caught his first fish earlier, much to Aphrayel’s delight.  But most of the time he seemed, to her, to be in a quiet and reflective mood.

 

‘What are you thinking on, dearest brother?’ she queried.  He turned to look at her, and then returned his gaze to the pond.  ‘Well, actually, if you must know, I am thinking on my next move in chess with Logos.  He has made a move and I am trying to understand his attack.  At this stage I am generally perplexed, but I will be patient.  I am sure I will make, with caution, the right move with a concentrated effort of study.’

‘You two seem to be taking this game very seriously.  It is going awfully slowly.’  Samael considered his sisters response, noting the obvious truth in the statement.  ‘No time limits, remember.  And I think, the great time involved so far is that each of us has no intentions of losing.’  Aphrayel, finishing her fish, suggested an interesting tactic.  ‘Why not lose to him deliberately brother?  Why not lose deliberately?’  Samael looked at her, curious as to such a statement.  ‘And why would I do that, Aphy?’  She smiled, happy to share her wisdom.  ‘There are – advantages.  Advantages to sacrifice which, thinking of it, I am not sure you are that familiar with.  But, if you take my advice, and go easy on this game, you may be surprised at the ultimate results.’  Samael, thinking on that idea, grinned after a little while.  ‘Advantages?  Mmmm.  And what, dare I ask, are these advantages dearest Aphrayel?’  ‘Oh,’ she said, taking a bite of an apple.  ‘I think you will work that out soon enough.’  He grinned at the response and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.  These advantages sounded most interesting to Samael.  Most interesting indeed.

 

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And life, in the Realm of Infinity, passed on in its merry and happy fashion.  It passed on, with lives being led, loves being made and hearts being given.  Years came and years went.  And lives were lived.  And, as time passed, a spirit of peace and love settled more and more so on the lives of the Angels of Infinity, each of them, perhaps, finding that meaning or connection in life which, ultimately, made it all worth the effort in the first place.

The End of Part One