Rebellion (Casey)

Casually the elder gentleman continued to sip at the date juice ordered from Phaedrus, occasionally casting glances back over his shoulder toward the celestial triumvirate gathered at the far end of the room. Oddly enough he also noticed that damn dwarf hadn’t moved for as long as he could remember.

“So Phae, looks like you recently had a run in with the Prince.” the old man mentioned as he leaned back slightly looking up over his head at the nearly invisible mystic sigil painted in vampyre blood.

“He stopped by for a drink and decided to schedule a business meeting while he was here, after our discussion, however I think he’ll pick a different venue next time.”

“Yeah those damn suck heads can’t be trusted for anything. Cut their heads off and stake ‘em and you still can’t trust ‘em. I’ve run across a few myself and never found one worth his salt. Stakin’ ‘em is about the only thing for ‘em.”

“I guess over the years you’ve seen just about everything there has been to see on this planet haven’t ya Rus.”

“Funny you should mention that I was just talking to a publicist this morning about the possibilities of publishing my memoirs. I guess that’s the kinda shit that happens to ya when you got one foot in the boat and get called back.”



“What if I don’t want to go back?” Casey asked twirling a chair around so that she still faced the table but sat in the chair backwards.

“I’m really not sure?” Michael replied. “We weren’t given any specific instructions beyond seeing what you were up to.”

“I’m content here and I’ve found someone willing to teach me how to be human.” Casey said glancing up at the old man at the bar as she intoned that last part.

“Human, dear sister.” Gabriel spat. “You are one of the chosen, you can never be human.”

“Besides you know I can’t go back.”

“That can be fixed.” Gabriel said looking around Casey’s shoulder at her back.

“Father also wanted us to speak to the ‘time keeper’. Have you seen him?” Michael asked noticing Casey again glancing toward the bar.

“He stopped by a month or so ago, I guess. We don’t really keep track of time in here.” Casey thought back fondly to the way he called her Gaza.

“Did he say where or when he was going to be?”

“Not that I recall. He stops in for a quick drink and then sets on his way.”

“And I’m sure you would tell us if you knew more, correct.”

“O absolutely.” Casey nodded.

“Tell us what happened Casey. Michael and I need to know why you left.” Gabriel asked gather Casey’s two hands gently into his huge mit.

“I was studying at the temple...

“Casey have you heard?” the young ofanim asked interrupting Casey’s study of ‘The Word’.

“No, what is it?”

“The ‘heosphoros’ is gathering together those that want to leave. They are going to petition father to be allowed out of the city.” he replied barely able to breathe.

Dropping her studies Casey ran from the temple toward the citadel. She knew in her heart of hearts how this was going to end and she wanted to be present for it.

Fully a third of all there had gathered in support of Samhazai. Casey was astounded to learn that the numbers dissatisfied were that large. She also recalled what father had said would happen if Samhazai again disobeyed him.

“Azael, you must stop this.” Casey cried grabbing the arm of one of the temple attendants.

“I want to leave young one, why would I then stop him.” Azael replied jerking his arm from the assurance hungry Casey.

Casey then fell to her knees and started mumbling to herself for father to have mercy on those gathered outside the citadel. So intent on her pleading was she that Casey failed to notice the silence that slowly descended and the increasing distance between her person and any other.

“Fear not little one.” Samhazai said reaching down and placing his hand beneath the tear soaked chin of his youngest protégé. “Father will hear our plea and release us.”

“But father said…”

“I recall father’s words, but they were not meant for us he was angry. Come you will see.”

Haughtily Samhazai entered the antechambers within the citadel. Purposefully he strode ever closer to the throne room. Hesitating briefly he grasped the twin doors and thrust them open entering his father’s presence. The entire room shone with a light nearly to bright to be endured. At the head of the room sat the three aspects of the father. To the right sat the human embodiment of father’s love for his children, to the left his wondrous gifts and will and in the center sat the father himself. From the center seat emanated the near blinding light of perfection that was filling the room.

“Father I have come to ask a boon.” Samhazai spoke as he knelt at the feet of the creator and began to bathe his feet with a dish setting a step lower for just such an activity. Tenderly Samhazai finished the task and set about toweling off his father’s feet.

“Samhazai, you have been told before that we are all to remain in the holy city until such time as ‘the word’ has been told to all of mankind.” Jesus spoke.

“Reaching out his hand and grasping Samhazai’s shoulder the Holy Spirit said “Samhazai you have been disobedient in stirring up this rebellion. You must now go quell it.”

The father extended one mighty arm and pointed back the way Samhazai had entered into his presence. Turning he made his way back out to address the throng awaiting word outside the citadel.

“Brothers and sisters.” Samhazai said his body shaping and melting into a form better adapted to get his words out above the general din of the crowd. This being his gift given to him by his creator to further the ‘Praise and Worship’ of the father. Samhazai’s body was a musical instrument…the first ever created and so he was chosen as the father’s second.

“Father does not want us to leave; he says we have to stay here however he preaches free will. Yet when we exercise our free will we are wrong. I say we leave and find our own home where we can worship the father from.” As Samhazai spoke more and more angels loyal to the father were gathering around those that he was speaking to.

“See already they come to enforce the will of the father despite what we want for ourselves. Let us leave. NOW!!!”

Hundreds of thousands of celestial beings pulled divine energy from the father and transformed into their ultimate ‘rage’ form. Instead of the human forms that were there, now visible were creatures ten feet tall or more adorned with crown’s and wings and brandishing weapons of every sort all composed of ‘holy’ flames. None could be felled by their brethren; however the injuries inflicted would momentarily stop them until the body was healed.

The battle was the greatest to ever be observed. Slowly the tide began to turn until suddenly the father appeared on the outside steps of the citadel flanked by the son and Holy Spirit. With a single sweep of his arm those angels siding with Samhazai began to disappear until only Samhazai was left. Trying to hide behind his understudy Casey he now feared what his father would do. As he too was banished from the ‘holy city’ he grabbed Casey by the wings and ripped them from her body in an effort to shield himself with them.

“Casey”, the son spoke. “Our father needs you to stay with Samhazai and the infernal. When your wings return will be the sign of the end times and the banishment of the Satan to hell for all eternity. You must go because you doubted your father. Your aspect will remain that of a celestial and not an infernal but you will not be welcomed back into the ‘holy city’ until then.”



“So you see, I have been left to my own devices and have had to do by myself.” Casey finished looking up again at the old man at the bar as well as another young lady Phae was currently speaking to with a paper in his hand.