Enter the Angels

To Whom It May Concern,

That sounds so uptight doesn’t it? that isn’t my style at all. More like my older brother Mi… you know what, I’ll save that for later. Alright, let’s start off this letter a bit differently shall we?

Hello my name is Gabriel, and I am an angel. Not like a what you are picturing but a bonified warrior of God, with a big G. Created by Him for a specific purpose. What that purpose is?, well your guess is as good as mine. I should probably explain that.

Where to begin, well the beginning of time is fine but takes to long. How about I shorten it up to the exciting parts for you humans? See, in the beginning of time god created many beings of energy and called them angels. We were instructed to watch over and exert his will on earth. Each of us was crafted in a special way but only He knew what the plan was on that. Once we learn it ourselves, we change and evolve and change in both power and appearance. Well my path in eternity is still unknown to me. I bet it is going to be something great like Angel of Kings or something. Until I find it, I am scribe and get to document things the greater angels do both in Heaven and Earth.

We are not just our powers you see, we each have our own personalities. Except Michael, that guy is entirely too serious and has no personality. Guess I should introduce you to my family shouldn’t I? 

Since I mentioned him let’s start with Michael. Michael was born to be a warrior. He knew, I knew it, you humans before you even ate the fruit of knowledge knew it. Almost from birth his wings were made of the purest metal, each feather like a well crafted blade. Yeah, he looks cool and I think he knows it. Like I said though, he is a warrior and as an archangel, he is privy to some knowledge from Him that I don’t know or even want to. Leave that to tall, broad, and covered in muscles to handle. Whatever he knows, it is enough that he is constantly preparing. For all intents and purposes, he is in charge. Guy scares me to be honest.

Christopher is probably my favorite, he is most people’s favorite. His shtick is travel and guiding people. He goes around the world, speaking to everyone and anyone. Always quick with a joke, he is sure to make you laugh. In fact, God has laughed at his jokes so many times it is what he asks of Christopher upon his return each time. Everytime he comes back with new stories and new clothes. He likes clothes the way Michael likes things that are sharp and pointy. Christopher is likely the tallest of us, and his skin is very dark but that matches his wings very well. See his wings became like the finest cloth showing the night sky complete with constellations that change as he is viewed. Like you see him from the East and he shows the stars of the west. From the South you see the North. Whatever you need to guide you, he is exactly what you need no matter the weather or time of day. Of course he wears his wings like a cloak when he walks. Fashion and all is always his focus. 

Razial is, well, he is a spark of energy. A real spitfire. Which works well considering his flaming red hair and wings made of the purest flames in creation. He is quick on action and slow on thought. Thankfully Michael reins him in but Razial is rightly feared by most humans. When he shows up, you screwed up, big time. As the instrument of God’s punishment, his temperment and callousness is an asset. See I know the real Razial and he does not enjoy doing his job, it is a job, pure and simple. What he does enjoy is music and dance. His drum circles are legendary in Heaven. He even managed to drag Michael to dance, once. It didn’t last but it did happen. 

Michael may be in charge in effect but in all and actuality there is one Angel higher than him. The Seraphim Lucia, she who brings light. Her power is… well it is light and so much more. Second only to God, Lucia is without question the last line against the forces of Hell. A warrior like Michael, she does her Duty. Problem is, her power is so great that humans get caught in the crossfire. She loves humans, so this makes her sad. You have not seen sorrow until you have seen the tears falling from those blue eyes. I just hope someday she does not have to enter what is to come. 

Guess that brings us to why I am writing this. Well, God is a fan of the written word for one. The other is well, we are going to war. It is not like the wars you humans fight, because when those are done, you rebuild and move on. If we lose, you lose. The sad part is that we may be hated for what we must do. See there is something, we have not been told what, maybe Michael knows but he has not said anything, but something out there is feeding on the sins of mankind and bringing them to the forefront. Guess you live in sin, you will die for it. Razial burned two cities to the ground with fire and brimstone because they were so corrupt. 

Now the burning of Sodom and Gomorrah was just the first blow we struck, but it won’t be the last. Though we saved the few pure humans there from punnishment, and they have joined our fight as best as they can, we are out numbered. Everyone, regardless of allegiance to kingdom or heathen gods, is turning and joining the great army that now stands poised to lay siege to the Kingdom of God, and after that the heavens themselves. 

What scares me most, is who leads this army. I know angels, and was even there when man was created, but these beings are not made of God. Personifications made of the seven deadly sins, the very things God warned man not to aspire to. Almost like the being, whoever it was, that leads this whole army is calling God out and trying to mock his ways. 

Mankind was all to willing to pick up the tools and weapons of this ungodly way of life. Mere mortals daring to turn their backs on god. God was content to let them self destruct, merely thinking sending a messenger Angel to the largest gatherings. Instead of taking the offer of amnesty and forgiveness, they attacked the Angels. Now, each of the seven legions marches with an Angel crucified alive, tortured with the sin that legion embodies. These messengers completing their duty one final time. 

The message is clear. This is no mere rebellion…

This is war…