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I have begun writing a book about a guardian angel named Ezra and his journey guiding a young teenage girl. The first part of the book is about the war in heaven. I want it to be three or four chapters long. The first being about Lucifer's turn to evil, the second and maybe about about the war itself, and the last about the aftermath. This is the first chapter and since I strongly believe in getting started on the right foot, I would like any help possible on it. The grammatical stuff I or someone I know personally can fix, I'm just not sure on the length and content. Please tell me whatver you think of this and give some suggestions please.
Of Angels
Charles P.D. Kirby
Chapter 1
The greatest pain is to watch your brother slide off the tip of your sword. To watch his eyes in mid-fall as they turn from you in disbelief and begin burn with vengeful rage as his back collides with the ground. His eyes fixated on the sky above him searching for a way to escape death, but never finding it. You look at the blood on your blade and realize it is your own. That is the most difficult part of it all.
In the beginning days of Heaven, when it was simply we angels and the Father, I was among his most trusted guardian cherubs, along with six other brothers. Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Joel, Harmon, Alistair, and I, Ezra. All the brothers walked among the Heavens, along the golden streets in which we would look at ourselves in the reflection and smile and make odd faces to amuse each other. We would drink from the crystal clear streams, not because we thirsted but because the taste was so sweet. But only we, the most trusted of the Father, walked among Eden. We would all walk together, tasting the rich fruits of bright reds and lush purples, wiping the flowing juices from the corners of our mouths and laughing at how silly we looked. We would play with the animals that the Father had created, caressing their soft skin and feeling their warm tongues.
I was closest to Alistair, as Michael was to Gabriel, and Joel to Harmon. I and Alistair would sit beneath the a tree and break apart the fruit of it, observing its inners and marveling at the Father's work. We sing great songs and gather together choirs for the Father, all of which were lead by Lucifer of course. His voice was the greatest of all the brothers. Father had gifted him above us all, adorning him with beautiful, shimmering jewels and gold finery. One of his favorite pieces was a thin gold band which wrapped around his head and centered a ruby in his forehead. It would almost disappear among his long, golden blonde hair, but the ruby was ever visible and he knew it. We all loved Lucifer above anyone else, for his beauty was beyond anything else the Father has ever created and his wisdom was thrice that of Solomon. He was Gods most beloved.
But Lucifer began to stray. He would steal away into the forest with his gifts, dark places I never knew existed. We never knew what he was doing there, but we never questioned for we all trusted one another. Only later did we find what he was doing. He would take his gifts and flaunt them. He would place the gold band on his head as if it were a crown and sit upon the stone as it were a throne. Soon, pride began to dwell in his heart and he placed himself above all other on a pedestal in his mind. Michael had noticed this change from the beginning and questioned him about it, but was met with Lucifer's dexterous tongue and quelled his worries with words that none of us could begrudge.
One on occasion when Lucifer, Michael, and I were walking through the garden, Lucifer spoke, "What has He done?"
"What do you mean 'What has He done'?"
"I mean what has the Father truly created that is of real worth?"
We quit our stride and looked at him. I am sure, now, that he assumed that we were bewildered into actually agreeing with him and were afraid to speak, but then we were simply shocked that he could question the Father's will or power. The uneasy silence of the situation spurred him to reach in and grab his words from the air and place those evil thoughts back inside his heart.
"I am sorry, I was simply jabbering. There was no meaning in any of it, I suppose," he said looking out the dark place in the forest. Me and Michael looked to each other and he grabbed and green oblong fruit and took a bit of it passing it to either one of us and the moment had been forgotten.
The more time he spent in that dark clearing in the forest, the greater his pride grew. The more his pride grew, the more he began to look above him . To the Father. His pride birthed jealousy as he took in all of the Father's glory and all of his creation, wishing that it all belonged to him. That he could have created and ruled this land.
Lucifer shared his thoughts with Michael beside the stream as I watched and listened to them.
"Lucifer, it is impossible for a creation to destroy its creator. When the creator is as wise and creates from his heart as the Father, he does not create to be destroyed, he creates to love."
"You say it is impossible," Lucifer replied turning his Michael and looking out to the city of Heaven, "because you are afraid. Look at what we could attain! All you must do is reach and your hand will grasp,"
"And then it will be cut off and you will no longer be able to grasp the fruits of even your own labor. Lucifer, these thoughts are evil and you know this. Why do you allow them to fester inside your soul?"
"What makes them evil? Because none of us has thought them before? The Father calls such thoughts as theses evil because he knows they will threaten his kingdom and bring his downfall."
"Don't you understand," Michael stepped forward and turned Lucifer to look him in the eyes, "the Father doesn't wish to rule, as you do, He simply wishes to love and be loved."
"Then why can't he love under my rule?"
"What has blinded your soul so dark that no light of truth can pierce it?" Michael began pouring out passion and love through his speech to Lucifer, "Can you not see that God himself has blessed you to show his love of you? Do you not see the grandeur of his kingdom which was created solely for pleasing you? Why do you question his love and return his gifts with strife? Why do you console evil so?
Lucifer closed his eyes, lowered his head, and stepped to the edge the stream. He slowly opened his eyes and peered into his reflection flowing on top of the water, his eyes concentrating on the ruby in the center of his forehead. "It will be my kingdom. I will rebel"
"Then I shall fight you."
"Then hope you do not find me on the battlefield."
Lucifer began to walk away and into the dark clearing of the forest when Michael called out to him, "I miss you, brother."
"Lucifer paused his walk, and with turning back replied, "And I you...brother," and disappeared into he darkness of the forest.
Of Angels
Charles P.D. Kirby
Chapter 1
The greatest pain is to watch your brother slide off the tip of your sword. To watch his eyes in mid-fall as they turn from you in disbelief and begin burn with vengeful rage as his back collides with the ground. His eyes fixated on the sky above him searching for a way to escape death, but never finding it. You look at the blood on your blade and realize it is your own. That is the most difficult part of it all.
In the beginning days of Heaven, when it was simply we angels and the Father, I was among his most trusted guardian cherubs, along with six other brothers. Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Joel, Harmon, Alistair, and I, Ezra. All the brothers walked among the Heavens, along the golden streets in which we would look at ourselves in the reflection and smile and make odd faces to amuse each other. We would drink from the crystal clear streams, not because we thirsted but because the taste was so sweet. But only we, the most trusted of the Father, walked among Eden. We would all walk together, tasting the rich fruits of bright reds and lush purples, wiping the flowing juices from the corners of our mouths and laughing at how silly we looked. We would play with the animals that the Father had created, caressing their soft skin and feeling their warm tongues.
I was closest to Alistair, as Michael was to Gabriel, and Joel to Harmon. I and Alistair would sit beneath the a tree and break apart the fruit of it, observing its inners and marveling at the Father's work. We sing great songs and gather together choirs for the Father, all of which were lead by Lucifer of course. His voice was the greatest of all the brothers. Father had gifted him above us all, adorning him with beautiful, shimmering jewels and gold finery. One of his favorite pieces was a thin gold band which wrapped around his head and centered a ruby in his forehead. It would almost disappear among his long, golden blonde hair, but the ruby was ever visible and he knew it. We all loved Lucifer above anyone else, for his beauty was beyond anything else the Father has ever created and his wisdom was thrice that of Solomon. He was Gods most beloved.
But Lucifer began to stray. He would steal away into the forest with his gifts, dark places I never knew existed. We never knew what he was doing there, but we never questioned for we all trusted one another. Only later did we find what he was doing. He would take his gifts and flaunt them. He would place the gold band on his head as if it were a crown and sit upon the stone as it were a throne. Soon, pride began to dwell in his heart and he placed himself above all other on a pedestal in his mind. Michael had noticed this change from the beginning and questioned him about it, but was met with Lucifer's dexterous tongue and quelled his worries with words that none of us could begrudge.
One on occasion when Lucifer, Michael, and I were walking through the garden, Lucifer spoke, "What has He done?"
"What do you mean 'What has He done'?"
"I mean what has the Father truly created that is of real worth?"
We quit our stride and looked at him. I am sure, now, that he assumed that we were bewildered into actually agreeing with him and were afraid to speak, but then we were simply shocked that he could question the Father's will or power. The uneasy silence of the situation spurred him to reach in and grab his words from the air and place those evil thoughts back inside his heart.
"I am sorry, I was simply jabbering. There was no meaning in any of it, I suppose," he said looking out the dark place in the forest. Me and Michael looked to each other and he grabbed and green oblong fruit and took a bit of it passing it to either one of us and the moment had been forgotten.
The more time he spent in that dark clearing in the forest, the greater his pride grew. The more his pride grew, the more he began to look above him . To the Father. His pride birthed jealousy as he took in all of the Father's glory and all of his creation, wishing that it all belonged to him. That he could have created and ruled this land.
Lucifer shared his thoughts with Michael beside the stream as I watched and listened to them.
"Lucifer, it is impossible for a creation to destroy its creator. When the creator is as wise and creates from his heart as the Father, he does not create to be destroyed, he creates to love."
"You say it is impossible," Lucifer replied turning his Michael and looking out to the city of Heaven, "because you are afraid. Look at what we could attain! All you must do is reach and your hand will grasp,"
"And then it will be cut off and you will no longer be able to grasp the fruits of even your own labor. Lucifer, these thoughts are evil and you know this. Why do you allow them to fester inside your soul?"
"What makes them evil? Because none of us has thought them before? The Father calls such thoughts as theses evil because he knows they will threaten his kingdom and bring his downfall."
"Don't you understand," Michael stepped forward and turned Lucifer to look him in the eyes, "the Father doesn't wish to rule, as you do, He simply wishes to love and be loved."
"Then why can't he love under my rule?"
"What has blinded your soul so dark that no light of truth can pierce it?" Michael began pouring out passion and love through his speech to Lucifer, "Can you not see that God himself has blessed you to show his love of you? Do you not see the grandeur of his kingdom which was created solely for pleasing you? Why do you question his love and return his gifts with strife? Why do you console evil so?
Lucifer closed his eyes, lowered his head, and stepped to the edge the stream. He slowly opened his eyes and peered into his reflection flowing on top of the water, his eyes concentrating on the ruby in the center of his forehead. "It will be my kingdom. I will rebel"
"Then I shall fight you."
"Then hope you do not find me on the battlefield."
Lucifer began to walk away and into the dark clearing of the forest when Michael called out to him, "I miss you, brother."
"Lucifer paused his walk, and with turning back replied, "And I you...brother," and disappeared into he darkness of the forest.
