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PREMONITION (1)
Still squatted on his viewpoint, Gabriel was trying to think about anything
but the young cancer-candidate who had settled down in his mind and could not
be removed, however. Luna, that was her name, the latin expression for
'moon'. Very odd , but it also made her something special...
He was still lost in thought when his extraordinarily sharp eyes caught sight
of two foolish juvenile talking monkeys, who obviously used the protecting
darkness of the night to have a love in the gloaming right at this park. They
chased each other around the bushes and trees, excited and playfully like
children, while only a few hundreds of meters away inside the huge white
sanitarium building this park belonged to, other people had to struggle for
their life and others again might even take their last breath because they
had lost that struggle.
How could they be so careless and do this near such a place of misery and
death? Though he felt like at home at such places since he was the angel of
death, he somehow felt that such a behavior was simply respectless or at
least he thought it to be so.
He went away in disgust when the couple settled down under a tree in the
immediate vicinity, necking. One of them, the one with long hair, an
extremely short mini and high-heels, was giggling like a madman all the time,
an unnerving sound, which was only outdone by the smacking noise of their
passionate kisses.
But "passion" was not the right paraphrase for what made these two people act
like millions of humans were acting around that damn globe at this time. It
was rather just an animal instinct, that supported his opinion on them once
more, namely that they were nothing else but intelligent animals, just
talking monkeys. Those mostly equated this with love, "true and endless
love", as human lovers used to swear eachother. But the human concept of love
was no more than an instinctive acting under the disguise of true care and
understanding. Seldom did such a "love" last for a noteworthy time, i.e. for
"eternity", as far as the humans referred to it. The results of divorces and
seperations among them seemed to admit that he was right.
True love was a part of the whole Creation, but not what humans could
understand and feel, although they imagined being able to do so. In fact,
their way to love as well as their complete spectre of emotions was
comparatively primitive. What those two lovers were doing right now or
intended to do next, was just a "civilized" form of this animal instinct. For
it was well-known that talking monkeys were much to selfish and controlled by
their animal part in them to let their mental, rational part realize the real
way of love. Considering this fact, it wasn't astonishing that he once had
come to wonder how God could give preference to such evolutionary
underdeveloped creatures over the angels, granting them a soul and His
attention. And although they had not proved to deserve all this yet, He still
seemed to take pleasure in how they subjugated the earth, yes, He even
tolerated their attempts to reveal the last secrets of the cosmos and that
they had managed to advance into the sky and even the universe...
But he, the angel and former servant of the one he hold responsible for that
whole mess, he had not been able to really retrace the motives of the Old Man
at no time yet, and this one also didn't seem to be interested in making this
easier for him, after all He had prefered to wrap himself up into icy silence
since the war had started.
Suddenly, Gabriel sensed the presence of some old crony while watching a big,
black bird heading for the sanitarium to then enter the building directly
through the wall. A penetrating sulphuric smell followed the passing raven.
He recognized at once who that "funny bird" really was, and disgust and
hatred were reflected in the angel's eyes, feelings, that had their origin in
the most distant past, when the so-called First War had been shaking the
pillars of the Kingdom of Heaven.
"Lucifer", he snarled angrily.
So the devil was also up to mischief here, at a place where it actually was
already a bit late for depriving souls of their purity, since they either had
already lost it or regained some strenght by their faith while struggling
against the approaching death. The latter made them almost immune against the
temptations of the Evil One, so there seemed to be no sense in his appearance
here - except that he hoped to find a lost soul in there, one of those
inconstant creatures that had neither the purity of a good nor the wickedness
of a dark soul, and thus could not be adjudged unambiguously neither to
Paradise nor Hell.
For millenia this little game had been played by Heaven and Hell: both sides
quarreled over those lost souls as some sort of divine bone of contention,
while every side was anxious to win it over to its own side, making the human
concerned to a plaything of the powers. A sometimes quite nerve-racking
competition he occassionally had been involved in for a couple of times, too.
But those things were left behind him now; now he would not condescend to
save one of those base human souls any more. If he hadn't had that
enlightening realization about a thousand years ago that had caused the
momentary situation in heaven, he or one of his brothers would have been
charged to take care of this matter. But now, as a war raged up there,
calling upon the powers of the entire heavenly armed forces, it was quite
unlike that the Old Man could do without any of his faithful servants to
protect that soul from the devil's influence. Thus the winner of this round
was already certain. - Not that he granted him this, but after all, what
difference did it make if a soul went to hell instead of heaven? The entry to
Paradise was closed for all of them since the war had started. No soul was
allowed to face its creator, but was forced to take seat in the heavenly
"waiting room". Purgatory or Hell, was there such a difference between the
two at all?
At the same moment the musing angel guessed to have sensed something
uncommon, some sort of a very powerful energy source. He couldn't tell who or
what nor where it was, it was completely unfamiliar to him. Shortly after
that, a voice which could not be from this world, could be heard:
"I'm back, kel'ta!" it rang, metallically and roughly, making both fighting
parties on the battlefield in Heaven shortly let go of the enemy, standing
there without moving, both astonished and afraid. Everybody listened intently
if there was another message following, but the voice of that unearthly
entity had become silent as quickly as it had aroused.
A glimpse downward to the two humans who were still busy with "love"
confirmed the angel's suspicion, that this voice could only be heard by his
kind, maybe also by Lucifer's attendants, but not by the talking monkeys, who
kept on doing what they had done before, without having any idea of the
excitement which suddenly went through heaven. For a moment, the war had
become unimportant; both rebel and loyal angels wondered what the meaning of
this was.
Like all of his fellow angels Gabriel had no idea, who the stranger was, nor
could he localize the origin of the energy source he had just sensed and
which he thought to be identical with the unknown entity. But just due to
this fact, that entity had to be a very powerful one and his interest had
instantly been aroused, although he had also had some sort of misgivings when
that loud voice filled with hatred had sounded through the night. But
meanwhile he had collected himself again, as well as the main part of the two
armies in heaven, who now were anxious to use the confusion of the others to
anticipate another attack of the enemy.
Determined to find the one who had just announced his or her arrival, the
seraph started looking for it, since something told him that he could win a
powerful ally in this unknown entity. And because it was necessary to find it
before the others would do, he prefered to take this affair in his own hands.
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