Deep in the Grand Temple of Light the Word was sent forth and a malakhim speed off to the hills to the North. The North is the only area of the Holy space that was not pure with light. Here visitors were kept, those who have not been judged or were here only temporary. The North had been rebuilt for this purpose after the Great War. It was the Command that it be purified by Holy Fire so that the taint of Lucifer no longer existed. Here the pure light roads gave way to physical bricked roads that shimmered. The bricks appeared to those who witnessed them as physical representations of the finest materials their minds could imagine. To the malakhim the roads were just paths that didn’t even register in their thoughts. They knew the path from the source of the Word to the destination and traveled without hesitations or experience. To them all that mattered was the Word and the Word was all that existed. This malakhim traveled like a blur of light. Passing by what was surely a wondrous list of God’s creations and life on the way to the destination.
A small building tucked away off the road between a few trees called the malakhim to a rest. Its presence drew out the occupant. The occupant was a bright ball of light that swirled and sparkled with radiance and joy.
“malakhim, whence cometh you?” the radiant ball voiced audibly and flashed in a metered pattern.
“The Grand Temple, The Archangel and the Seraphim summon you. Come prepared for a trip to the erets.” The malakhim boomed with all the affirmation and command of the voice of God. The malakhim then grew extremely bright until no one or thing could possibly see in the immediate vicinity and then vanished.
The ball began to morph and shift. Slowly after several minutes it took the form of a human being. Still very much see thru, sparkly, and its joints swirled with radiant lights. It walked back into the small building walked passed its very spartan furnishings. In fact the four walled building was bare except for a small alter formed on the East wall. There was no need for a ball of light to have a bed, a place to store items that didn’t exist, or any other comforts you might be imagining. Life here is beyond the will of a human mind to comprehend. The sole function while here was to stay in balance with the Will of God. As long as you did this there were no problems. If you found yourself faltering there were plenty of chances provided by the malakhim to Powers and Virtues before a Cherubim would
come and visit you with orders from The Archangel for a one way ticket out. As a guest here it had lost track of time long ago. In fact memories of the ‘erets’ were so foggy and distant, it thought, ‘what possible service could I be?’
It knelt before the Alter at the East wall. Here it began the preparations to go before the Seraphim and enter The Grand Temple. One simply doesn’t walk in. One must have an open heart, mind, and a soul ready to serve The Will. It knelt in silent prayer and concentration. Preparing its heart and mind for whatever task might be asked of it.
Flashes appeared in its mind. The last time it walked on ‘erets’ or Earth; he was a protector of humanity. Sworn to keep humanity safe from its enemies and itself, the flashes became stronger as he remember some of the ties that had bound him to that life. He had served with others, sometimes doing things that God had looked down in sadness. He had given his place up to break the cycle. After he and Lordship had found themselves at odds. The Lordships nation had strived to leap forward ahead of the rest of humanity in technology and education. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He was honor bound to keep things as retrograde as he could with in his power. The vote had come down from the council of his peers that if the Lordship would not then man would have to separate themselves from that control.
What followed ended in devastation for mankind. The devastation served its purpose and achieved his goal as well. The horrible cleansing flood that God sat forth on the world in response to the loss of a Lordship and an open rebellion of man; set mankind back nearly to the stone age.
He shook the thoughts off as he stood from the alter. ‘I gave that life up. I gave it up so that man would not be slave to any one puppet master.’ He thought to himself. ‘Not even humanities past.’ He calmly walked out of the building and began down the mud brick road he saw before him. His travels to the North Gate of the Kodesh Hakodashim were painted with brilliant colors and representations of things he had witnessed and seen during his time Earth side. Everything was a shade or ghostly image of reality of his memory of them. Birds fly past and chirped even echoed in the small valley on the way. He always wondered how those who had joined the collective Grace saw Heaven. To him it was one beautiful shade after another. He had heard from others that once transformed these relics no longer mattered, appearance became a lost concept. He couldn’t fathom that next degree and thus most likely why he had not yet received his final judgment yet. He had not yet shed all the specters of his past.
He knew as his virtual feet grew sluggish and heavy the North Gate must be close. The weight of the presence of God pressed down on all of those who were still attached to Earth. It made their time with in the Holy of Holies, the Grand Temple, the Kodesh Hakodashim, a labor; one that had to be chosen and persevered to receive the Grace and Wisdom within. Some did not have the strength and those souls laid just short of the gate, bound to the ground with their own weight of connections and taint. He though was a former warrior. One use to the call of the impossible and unforgiving dance the heart, mind, and soul must engage in to be before the Holiness. He forced each step forward and small traces of his soul left imprints behind him and slowly dimmed as his footsteps faded away into the floor below. He could now see the Cherubim.
One single Cherubim stood at the gate; each face watched each Cardinal direction, seeing instantly into the souls that approached; knowing instantly those who should pass and those who should be turned away. In the rarest of occasions when a soul breaks from the weight of its constraints the Cherubim is charged to dispense that soul immediately from Heaven. If it were truly a just soul it would find itself on the outskirts; forced to labor its route back to the Kodesh Hakodashim. If a grave flaw had been found within it would be dispensed back Earth side for another chance at a Graceful life. Since the departure of the rebels no corrupted soul had been allowed to enter the Heart of Heaven. Even when God spoke with Satan and entertained him on the subject of Job, it was done outside the
purity of the sanctum inside. To know that love, peace, wisdom, and grace is reserved only for those invited by God. All others are punished with the separation and unknowing that consumes the soul.
He approaches the Cherubim and a face of a Falcon stairs deep into his soul. Four sturdy wings drawn out in pulses of energy resembling leaves or feathers glowing fantastic greens, blues, and golden hues, spread and arch in such a way that if need be the Cherubim could launch into the air in a split of a thought. One hand of the Cherubim slowly slides to the hilt of the sword holstered on its side. A few movements later the hand moves away from the hilt and instead opens the North Gate. As the gate opens he is pulled in as if a vacuum had just been breached. Many souls make an embattled effort to dash for the gate. While he is pulled forcibly into the inner sanctum, the same amount of force repulses all of those forcing themselves hurriedly to the gate backwards in a blinding flash of light. One more fail-safe, the Holy Spirit ebbs and flows like a tidal wave within the walls of Heaven.
All the weight of his oppressive connections to Earth melted away as he now zipped thru the hallways and pathways of the inner sanctum. Within a few seconds he found himself on his knees in a chamber. This chamber rested two below the Throne of God. Here the Seraphim held court. They conducted matters of pertaining to the extended Will, matters of Humanity, matters of the War, and governance of all holy beings. The Archangel Michael sat in the center most seat, to his left sat three more Seraphim starting at his left the archangel Raphael, to Michael’s right sat three more Seraphim starting at his right hand the archangel Gabriel. Their radiance and holiness heated his face as he bent his neck to look up to them.
“Lo Sty, it is the Will that you be invested with that you have been divested and returned to defend Humanity. A war has broken out beyond our scope. We cannot intervene. Your Fellows have been defeated and forces move upon Humanity that is not of Lucifer’s design. This is an issue for the mission you were conceived for.” Archangel Michael stated while standing and indicating for Lo to rise.
Lo stood. It had been an eternity since he had heard his name. Once serving in the collective around and in Heaven individuality was not a major emphasis. As he stood his body began to solidify. Dark black clothing faded into existence around him. Connected to his waste was a cylindrical object silver in tone parallel to his belt. His fore arms had dark hued gauntlets form around them with fingerless gloves. His chest became fortified with dark armor that seemed to be under a black button down shirt. Lo’s face became solid with distinct Asian features accompanied by long black hair pulled back into a single foot long queue style. He stood just over five foot tall, extremely thin and toned revealed by the relief of the tight and artistically tailored clothing.
“For this you have been given your previous gifts, and you will carry with you the Light of the Lord and his Justice where ever you travel.” Gabriel added to the chamber’s rich auditory cumulating in zemblanity for Lo; all he knew as allies and confidants may well be gone from the battle grounds he is about to tread once again.
Lo stood before them and nodded his head in reverence for their statements and the obvious actions to come as he realized he was his old self again. “My Lords, when and where am I to be dispatched? How will I be able to rebuild the Seven? Will I need to rebuild all of the Fifteen? My heart aches with so many questions. Meliorism was at our core and we worked so carefully to guide and judicially bring lagom to Humanity. Is this the Will?” Lo asks bowing his head in respect.
Archangel Michael raises his hands palm outward toward Lo. “Go servant. Perform the work before you and still your heart for guidance. Seek and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you.” In a blinding flash Lo found himself falling rapidly past the Moon.
Lo slammed into the atmosphere. The stars above him brought him some peace as the heat radiated around him and he became a blazing fireball re-entering Earth’s atmosphere and traveling faster than sound toward the ground below. Bodies of water and
islands streaked underneath him as his trajectory began to level off. Lo stretched forth his right arm with his palm down. It created drag that flipped him from his back to his belly. He crossed over land and recognized it as what the Humans now called California. Still very high in the sky the curvature of the Earth was identifiable. It was here high about the continental United States of America his peaceful fall to Earth would drastically change.
The cylinder on his belt began to glow.
“No, how could they know already?” Lo said allowed as three ghastly bodiless wraiths raced toward him from below. The closer they came the more shape they took and within second Lo found himself in mid-air combat
with three deadly demonic assassins.
No threats, no monolog, no theatrical verbose taunting, the demons drew silverfish hued swords from thin air and engaged Lo. His gauntlet on his left arm turned into a half shield and deflected the first blow. This was followed by the right gauntlet taking the full force of another blow before it could deploy. Using this opportunity Lo drew the cylinder from his belt, which turned into his own sword. Three strikes and blocks later he had his sword drawn an in use and his gauntlets would deploy and retract as blows came toward him. One wraith managed to teleport behind him and thrust a blade into his shoulder blade of his back. Lo screamed as loud as he could as the pain radiated thru his armor into his flesh.
Thunder cracked and rolled away from the battle as it traveled over the land. Lo falling quickly knew he had to end this and prepare to touch down. He spent around slicing thru two of the three wraiths with one single pull of his blade and they twisted and distorted into two small points of darkness and vanished. Unfortunately Lo again left his back open and the third wraith shoved his blade thru his torso. Lo looked down in shock as he saw the tip of the blade pierce the chest armor just below his pecks. It only extended about an inch or so thru his armor but Lo knew that meant it had cleared the rest of his torso and was a lethal blow.
Lo focused on the tip of the blade and with his right palm facing the tip he began to chant in an ancient language. As he did so the blade was forced back out his torso and again Lo screamed but this time nothing came out as his lungs collapsed on the exit of the blade. The wraith was blown thousands of feet back from Lo from this strike with his palm to the blade. Far enough it could no longer see Lo as dark stormy clouds now consumed the entire area. A spontaneous and violent thunderstorm had formed covering Lo’s final descent from the wraith.
Lo extended his arm again, forcing his body to flip. As things began to blur more and more Lo pulled himself together tightly into the smallest shape he could manage. This caused him to spin uncontrollably and make him lose all visual sensation. Lo tried to hold on as long as he could. The final thing he could remember before impacting the ground was his armor reacting to his situation and pain. Encasing him in a flying tomb of sorts he thought. Then everything went dark. No sound. No sight. He was just aware of how dark it was and how separated he felt. Lo tried to call out again and he failed as he felt everything drain away.
aka Soulbound Heart