others. There were already brownies on the table – left by Aura before
she went to New York.
“I would prefer one of
those cola soft drinks, if it’s not too much trouble,” Gabriel said.
Bren hopped off the chair
and brought a cold Pepsi from the refrigerator. Gabriel popped the top and
emptied the can in seconds. Bren replaced it with a new can and made a mental
note to always stock plenty of Pepsi for when her uncle stopped by.
“Are you going to tell us who that Dark Wing
was?” Tracy asked.
“You must be very careful. Lucifer doesn’t
often leave the underworld,” Michael warned.
The little ones scooted
off their chairs and climbed onto Gabriel’s lap.
“Lucifer -- how could
he get into our valley? Shouldn’t Gideon’s shield keep him out?” Tracy asked as
she snuggled closer to Bren.
“No one knows what
powers the dark one retained when he was cast out of Heaven. His white wings
are gone, but he has other means to travel between this realm and his own.
Apparently, he isn’t affected by my brother’s shield,” Gabriel remarked.
“Why would Lucifer come
here?”
Michael reached for one
of the brownies. He chose his words carefully, not wanting to allude to his
suspicion that Lucifer was there to confirm Aura was alive. “We suspect he is
looking for the bow of Bodhi.”
“My grandfather’s bow
was broken during the war,” Tracy said. “The weapon doesn’t work anymore
because Daddy says half of it is still in Heaven, and the second half is
nowhere to be found. Why would he want something that doesn’t work?”
“Your father is partly
correct, but the bow still holds some powers, and if Lucifer were to find the
second half… Well, we mustn’t allow that to happen.”
Tracy placed her arms
on the table, resting her chin in her hands, and disregarding what anyone
thought of the scowl on her face.
Bren patted her on the
back. “Don’t worry; we’ll find the bow and return it to Heaven. Then we’ll set
everything right again.”
Tracy turned and smiled
sheepishly at her friend. If Bren believed it, then she would too.
“I know you may have
some knowledge of the Great War in Heaven. It was a terrible time -- a civil war where brothers turned against
brothers, fathers against sons and daughters, and husbands turned on their
wives and children. Angels rebelled against angels,” Michael said.
“Lucifer became
arrogant, thinking he was as powerful as the Almighty,” Gabriel added.
“He was always jealous
of our fathers love for his mortal children, and believed angels should be
superior to all living creatures. In some ways they were, given their divinity,
but Father loved all of his children the same.”
Visions of the war
flashed in front of Bren as she felt an ache in her chest again. She watched
the scene silently, as angel after angel fell dead to the ground.
The youngest were the
most defenseless; not having access to any weapons, they were sitting ducks.
Though Bren had witnessed this scene many times before, she was glad Tracy had
been spared those memories.
“Didn’t you know what
Lucifer was planning?” Tracy asked.
Seeing the obvious pain
on Bren’s face, Michael spoke in a quiet tone.
“No, we were
ill-prepared for the devastation that would befall us. No one could have imagined Lucifer would take
his rage out on the youngest, thus many of them were left unprotected,” he
sighed.
“What about Esra? She
must have known what he was going to do.”
“Esra is bound by a
covenant; she cannot alter fate, even when it means the deaths of those she
loves the most.”
Michael took a bite of
the brownie, and then washed it down with a long drink of tea. “Did your father
ever speak to you about the Angels of the Tier?”
Tracy shook her head.
“There are several
levels, or tiers of Heaven, each protected by an angel. Because these guards
were defending the holiest of places, each received a special gift from our
Father.