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These weapons became known as
the Sacred Gifts. Each was unique and held a special power. My wife, Kaelariel,
was given a whip; Gabriel’s wife, Dionese, a dagger; Ariel’s husband, Bodhi, a
bow; Raphael’s wife, Cerci, a bracelet, and Avriel – the first angel murdered
during the rebellion – was given a ring.”
    Gabriel’s silence
shrouded the heaviness of his broken heart.
    Though he never spoke
of his wife, Bren knew how much he longed for the day Dionese would awaken.
    Michael continued his
story. “Two of the sacred gifts were stolen by Lucifer -- the dagger and the
whip. Bodhi’s bow was broken, and Avriel’s ring was hidden before she
died.   Unbeknownst to Lucifer, the gifts lost
their powers once they were taken.   They
were not intended to be used anywhere else, except Heaven. It was an insurance
policy of sorts to keep him from using the weapons against us.”
    “If these gifts had no
power, why would Lucifer want them?” Tracy asked.
    “After Avriel’s death,
the Angels of the Tier were placed in a deep sleep. Our Lord Father wanted to
ensure they would not fall by Lucifer’s hands. They were positioned in glass
tombs, and gently laid to rest for all of Heaven to see.”
    “So they have been
asleep since the war?”
    Michael nodded.
      “It was foretold, if the gifts were ever
returned to Heaven, the Angels of the Tier would awaken and once again return
to their positions.   Lucifer would never
allow that to happen.”
    “Did he kill Kaelariel
and Dionese?”
    “No – they were
injured, but Raphael was able to heal them. Do not concern yourself with
Lucifer. Your fathers have trained you well. We don’t believe you are in any
danger.”
    Bren’s expression
turned severe. “I hope he comes here again.   I’ll send him back to Hell!”
    “Yeah -- we’re not
takin his crap,” Tracy added.
    Eve couldn’t help but
stifle a giggle. Bren had no fear, and Tracy tried to be brave, though she had
no idea what she would be facing in the next days.
    Bren was in a volatile
state. Eve had seen the same visions and knew many of the young angels who died
were close friends of her daughter.
    Perhaps if she had been
in Bren’s place, she would want revenge too, but they had to be patient because
any small change could have a devastating effect on the outcome of the next
war.
    Going off half-cocked
wouldn’t help anyone. In fact, it could lead to more angel-blood and mortal
deaths.   But try reasoning with a
five-year-old who has been holding a grudge since the beginning of time. Eve
would definitely have her hands full restraining her young daughter.
    Michael stood and
pushed the chair under the table.
    “We must be on our way.
We’ll see you again, soon.”
    Eve and the girls
walked the archangels to the front door.
    “Don’t forget to mark
October 31st on your calendar. Aura’s friend Ryan is being ordained as a priest
on the 30th, and we’re having a party to celebrate. It’s Halloween, so we’ve
decided on a costume party. Will you be able to come?” Bren asked.
    Eve’s thoughts drifted
to Ryan.
    A few years older, Ryan
and Aura met through his sister, Ella, who was engaged to one of their
angel-blood friends. They instantly hit it off, and Ryan confided things to
Aura that he told no one else.
    A botched surgery his
parents forced him to have when he was an infant left him a transgender with no
hope of ever fathering a child. Because of his strong faith, and the
realization he would never be able to father a child, Ryan entered the
seminary.  
    Ella knew all about the
angel-blood’s heritage, but her brother had no idea Aura, and her family, were
descendants of the archangels.
    There had been numerous
discussions about whether to tell him or not, but in the end, the Council
agreed it was better for him not to know.
    Their priest, Father
Patrick, had agreed to take Ryan under his wing.
    Aside from assisting
him with Sunday Mass, Father Ryan, as he was now called, was already