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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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The Ecstasy is our great gift. To lie in the Archangel’s embrace is to touch the Divine. Let Gabriel’s touch guide you on your path.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013 – Brandon Fitzsimmons – SeaTac, WA

Resolve filled me.

I was going to get my wife back from Mark. I showered for the first time since Friday. It was time for me to stop wallowing and to act. After the shower, I carefully shaved the stubbly beard that shadowed my jowls.

There had to be a way to defeat Mark. I would need to learn, to study him. I would have to find out all I could about the world Mark moved in. What were the weaknesses of his powers? What were his capabilities? Where was he vulnerable?

Once I knew all these facts, I could crush him and get my Desiree back.

I strode out of the bathroom, pulling on my suit. This hotel had to go. I would need a safer place to stay. Some place Mark couldn’t track me too if things went wrong. Careful planning would be needed in the coming days.

My cell phone rang.

I hesitated before picking it up. What if it was Mark? Did his commands work over the phone. I glanced at the caller ID. It was Doug Allard, the P.I. I hired. He had been following Mark for the last few days.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Mr. Fitzsimmons, Mark has to be stopped,” Doug blurted out, his voice strained. “We need to meet.”

“Yes, we do,” I agreed. A plan began to form. A smile crossed my lips. “How would you like some breakfast?”

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Ramiel – Paradise

“Ramiel …”

The voice whispered out of the Angelic Choir, just loud enough to be heard over the Worship of the Highest. The voice of Gabriel the Archangel summoning me to his side. On a beam of light, I descended to the Earthly Realm.

I found Gabriel atop one of his Priestesses. She was an attractive woman, appearing to be eighteen, but I could see her true age—forty-four. One of Gifts of the Spirit a Priestess received was eternal youth. She had dirty-blonde hair escaping from beneath her white veil, and blue eyes that stared sightlessly at the ceiling. She was too lost to the pleasure of Gabriel’s touch, the Ecstasy, to be aware of anything at the moment.

My manhood hardened, and I envied Gabriel and his Priestesses. The Creator had long decried it was sinful for an Angel to lie with a mortal. It was our greatest temptation, and so many Angels had fallen to that sin and been cast into the abyss with Lucifer.

I understood how my brothers could so easily fall into that particular sin. Sister Theodora’s body was so enticing, so lush. I could peer through the shapeless, gray habit to see her round breasts and hard nipples, the blonde fur that covered the wet lips of her womanhood. My manhood ached to know her.

The only mortal an Angel could lie with was a Priestess, and then only to aid her in her holy mission. These centuries, that meant just Gabriel giving them the Ecstasy. Of course, Gabriel did more than just lay with the woman and satiating his lust. He also rewrote her destiny.

Gabriel adjusted the golden string of Theodora’s life. The thread led away from her into the future where Gabriel adjusted silver strings, influencing mortals, to guide and aide Sister Theodora on her mission. He created Providence. The color of the strings mattered. Gold were Priestesses, silver were mortals, black were Thralls, and red were Warlocks.

Finally, Gabriel finished both his adjustments of her future, and reached his climax, spilling his seed into her flesh. Standing up, Gabriel turned to face me. He appeared as a handsome man, well muscled, like the sculptures the Greeks used to make. A plain, white tunic appeared to cover his nakedness and a golden sword hung from his hip, the sword of an Archangel. I had my own sword, silver, with sapphires—the sword of a Dominion.

“Ramiel,” Gabriel greeted, pleasantly. “Sister Louise Afra has been captured by the Warlocks. Worse, Lilith has been summoned and provides them aide and succor. The Succubus will soon arm the Warlocks against my Priestesses.”

I nodded in understanding. Once, demons were commonly summoned by the Warlocks and the Priestesses, often with a Priest at her side, had to use other methods to stop the Warlock. More indirect and subtle methods than the Exorcism used today. A pity no Priest still lived. There powers were invaluable when fighting a demon.

“Then I am to teach Theodora?” I asked, my cock throbbing in excitement.

“Yes, brother,” Gabriel said. He grasped Theodora’s golden string. To the right, it led to her probable future, to the left, her concrete past. Gabriel slid his fingers down her thread to the right, stopping a few hours into the future. There a silver string intersected. “She must employ the Prayer of Avvah on this mortal.”

I grasped the new string and examined this mortal life—Samantha Glassner. I gazed in both directions down her string. In both Samantha’s past and her future, her string intersected the red thread of a Warlock. This mortal was someone close to a Warlock, possibly a sibling. I smiled; the Prayer of Avvah would make the mortal a trap that even a demon’s power could not detect.

I examined the Warlock’s thread. He had recently become entwined with the second Warlock’s string, wrapped tighter than mere lovers—soul mates. But the Prayer of Avvah would drive a wedge between them.

It was a good plan. Once the Warlocks had their falling out, they would be easier to deal with.

“There is one more thing,” Gabriel said. “Follow Theodora’s string back into her past.”

I followed her golden string back through her life, through the thirteen years she had been a Priestess, back to when she had been a Thrall. I found the thread that belonged to Sister Louise who rescued Theodora. Louise’s thread was no longer gold, but the black of a Thrall. I followed Theodora’s thread back to before she had been a Thrall, where her thread entwined with another mortal’s string—her husband and soul mate. Three threads were born of their union, three children. Two were silver, but the middle child was red—a Warlock.

“She must not know,” Gabriel answered. “Theodora must not know her daughter is a Warlock until the time is right.”

“We can’t send a mother after her own daughter,” I objected.

“There is no one else to send,” Gabriel said. “None in North America. Our resources have always been poor in these lands.”

“What about from South America or Europe?”

“There is a Warlock in Europe and two in South America.”

“But it’s wrong not to tell her.”

Gabriel fixed his ruby eyes on me. “You have your orders, Ramiel.”

And he was gone, ascending back to the heavenly choir on a ray of light. I stared down at Sister Theodora as she stirred, recovering from the Ecstasy. It was wrong not to tell her. Wrong to send her to fight her own daughter. I wanted to let the poor women know what she faced.

But I just had to have faith in my superior, in the Highest.

As much as I wanted to tell Sister Theodora, I would not. I was an Angel, a Dominion, and if I disobeyed an order from my Archangel, I would be cast into the Abyss. Only man could sin and find God’s forgiveness. Such Grace was not for Angels.

To be continued…

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