The bowels of Hell open wide and demonic forces attack the living on an ancient Earth shortly before the birth of humanity! Celestials is a blend of Sixteen Candles meets the books of the Nephilim detailing a world not long before ours, but long forgotten. I shall not attempt to answer that with any truth here, although none of the names of the innocent or the guilty have been changed. This tale you are about to devour could only be construed as entertainment.
Sit back wherever you may be and enjoy a wonderful and horrible yesterday. They arrived in the late afternoon. They were made from nothing more than the simplest of shapes, yet that shape would prove to become a badge of doom. That afternoon, in the middle of what seemed to be an ordinary Fourthmoon, the sun was interrupted by their shadows upon every corner of the earth.
They broke through the very fabric of reality like ripped linen in frightening synchronicity, and they all loved being a part of that foul moment, if one could call what they felt love. As for all that lived on Earth, they held nothing but spite. Little did the people of the earth know that terrible day, they were targeted for a grand rapture, and their destination would be total damnation. She looked down from the sofa at her brother with a bit of irritation.
Gonduanna Vice was blaring through the speakers at a level only he could tolerate. Kaedish cheered for the onscreen officers as they closed in on the criminals who were huddled in their tropical hideout. By the gods! Would you turn that down some? She scolded him from over the blaring racket of shouts, caster fire and hyena cackles. Kaedish hated being interrupted while he was watching his shows, but it was all the worse if he was being told what to do. I think someone here is in love!
Sometimes, the maiden judged, Kaedish needed the jabs to take his mind off the screen which he had become ever the more glued to. He detested being teased about maidens as it was still a big topic of embarrassment to a lad of his age. Not only that, her constant laughing makes my ears ring! You, dear brother, are a liar. And I can tell when you lie because your feet stink and your ears wiggle. It wastes mana and Mother and Father will get mad at me when they get the bill.
Why thanks, Kaedish. Now I can think properly. The young elfmaid got up from the large wraparound sofa. The blast from the cacophonous soundtrack was still grating on her nerves despite her brother conceding to her demands. Whatever, she rolled her eyes. Do you want one? No, he was becoming more annoyed by her attentions and he figured she was doing it on purpose. Do we any fried gram left?
Nope, she flipped back her thick hair with an air of authority. She was relieved to find none. Just be gone! Much like you, none of them are pretty enough for the likes of me, he managed to add with a self-congratulatory bang to his chest. So once again, I have proven you wrong. She made her way through the voluminous archway which led to their kitchen. Her long, gossamer skirt swirled around her ankles as she walked.
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Surprised to see only one red avocado left, she ordered ice from the refrigerator. Hey, Dee, how goes it? Pretty good. If only my dumb brother would wink out of existence. You know, I think he crushes for you because every time I mention your name he goes totally red. Of course, he would never vocalize this because he knew that his sister would never let him hear the end of it. Do you think I should avoid coming over until he decides to act like an elven being, or at least until his face clears up?
Although she engaged in constant spats of varying intensity with her younger sibling, she still felt an urge, or more like an obligation, to protect him when someone outside of her family insulted him; regardless of whether he deserved it. Point noted. Are you still going to the big thing this weekend? As a matter-of-fact, I told Hyrax about it. When I let him know that you would definitely be there, his ears seriously turned like, bright pink! He was a rather intimidating sight, to say the least.
At the age of sixteen, he was already seven feet tall and wore his obsidian-black hair in a lush topknot. For the most part, he was quite friendly to her, but every time she opened her mouth to speak to him, she could barely muster a monosyllable.
Why on Earth does my intelligence drop like a bucket full of bricks every time I face him? After all, I aced my Astrophysical Navigation classes with honors and nobody does that. Oh gods! Is he seriously going to show up? As this was going to be her first social gathering outside of a school function, it was already a daunting event, but knowing this made her all the more knotted. From the living room, Kaedish was throwing one of his usual tantrums about some trivial crisis involving the manascreen. Just a moment, Rylla, she was becoming more exasperated with her brother and now that he was firing up his angry antics, she could feel a headache brewing.
Knock it off! I have no clue why Father bought this model in the first place! He would often cry about such stupid gadgets as if his life depended on them. Just to pack in the point, he smacked the frame once again. Stop calling me an elfling! You always do that! Kaedish had been acting out quite a bit as of late; more than a normal, well-adjusted, thirteen-year-old elf would.
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His behavior had gone downhill ever since their little brother passed away. He had felt somewhat like the lord of the house after Kellyn was born and he had been very protective of the baby. When the little elfling had succumbed to an unfortunate illness, the young lad had withdrawn into the shows, games and computer on the manascreen and had even begun to gain some weight as he was always snacking. With the exception of his particularly obnoxious friend Noopy, Kaedish had been isolating from his other peers and his grades had been falling at a steady rate.
She always seemed to be busy with activities, curricular or otherwise, to the point that her mother would call her the invisible willow. Sometimes, the young maiden figured that it was her responsibility to hold everything together just in case Kaedish failed to do so. Hello, Rylla?
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Hey, are you still there? There is a disruption in the manaflow. This conversation has been severed. On that cue, all the lights in the house went out with a sudden bang and Kaedish screamed in shock. What did you do? My ears are burning up! The elf was massaging the sides of his long, pointed ears as if the act would somehow cool them. Waves of pain surged up her slender back as she cried out in a combination of terror and misery.
After the accident, she had been delivered to the emergency ward where the health wardens had to slather her legs with a particularly odorous mana-based salve for the next three days. Despite the foul smell of the medicine, she remembered the cool, soothing relief and marveled at how her scored skin would regenerate before her very eyes with each application.
I just know it! Kaedish continued to bellow. The Lems are going to kill us! Maybe that was them landing or maybe it was even one of their airstrikes!
I-It was just a bad tremor, she managed as she inhaled a deep gale of air. Our ears are even getting hot. You watch the screen too much, she said to him with a grunt as she got herself up from the hard floor. Her whole body ached and she wanted to fall back down for a few seconds.
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The sting from her fall was still pulsing and a cascade of her oxblood-red hair was draped over her face. She pulled dense strands of her scarlet mane away from her eyes. Why would they want to do that in the first place? This kind of pain would rear its head in intermittent, grinding reminders for days, she estimated. Care to be any more racist, Kaedish? What did Mother say to you about using those kinds of words? The elfmaid massaged her stinging tailbone and the topical stab of the fall was already becoming a phasic pulse of agony.
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I know, he began with a sheepish groan. I trust him well enough. Yeah, I guess. When stuff like this happens, I keep thinking about all the war stories our uncle tells us about the Lems and how it was pretty scary, Kaedish admitted. Stop worrying about this kind of stuff.
You know our uncle drinks too much wine before he goes on with those horrible stories. She looked away toward the basement door, her attention diverted to more pressing matters. That was difficult, in her opinion, because sometimes she felt that he was acting more or less ignorant by bothering her with some pretty common sense questions.
Their mother and father used it mostly to entertain guests from their job, and thus, it was decked out with entertainment fixtures such as a miniature runta tabletop game and a small bar which was stocked with many exotic and some very expensive liquors and elixirs. Suspended from one wall in the middle of the room, a large plaque hewn from oak displayed a famous Atlantean motto cast in an ancient script, " Love This Earth or Leave It! Under normal circumstances, the fixture would make an even-metered hum which they had taken for granted, despite it being rather loud.
It all seemed quite ominous in that it was dead silent. Their fountain was of a particular ornate model that was covered with runes and sigils which would throb with a bright blue light when it was in proper working condition. The model was of the finest Atlantean craftsmanship and hewn from petrified mahogany.
Kaedish enjoyed bragging to his classmates how it was at least three centuries old. Yeah, more than likely, his sister agreed while still searching the pillar for a possible solution. Now all we can do is wait around for the power wardens to reboot it. The siblings both let out a startled yelp and laughed in unison with joy and relief.
The fountain commenced humming its usual song of labor: " woob, woob, woob…". She felt fortunate for her wisdom to not touch the apparatus, because the scorch would have been immense if she had placed her hand on it at the wrong time. Throughout the entire house, their appliances and gadgets were singing their unintelligible tunes of arousal. Kaedish always loved to hear the house power up after a blackout because he thought it sounded so amazing.
Kaedish was accruing punishments all the more for his frequent outbursts and tantrums, but Mother and Father were very fair when it came to discipline. They would always listen to his side of the story, even if it was composed with his fuzzy logic. They ran up the stairs into their modestly-designed living room. Device-by-device, the main floor came to life. The large, cured-ashwood screen on the wall rebooted with its familiar wakesong and, with a few flashes of light, displayed with pride its world-famous homescreen:.
Take me to channel , he ordered the entertainment system without pause. Why must you watch those stupid, violent shows? In that instant, she regretted it because she knew it would spawn yet another barrage of banter from his little hot head. So what? Kaedish snapped, just as she had expected. What did I tell you? Kaedish slapped his knee with self-assured smugness. Point proven. You will absolutely not believe it! Kaedish just awoke it. Did you have a blackout too?
Just wait for one of the channels to come on. Just watch it! Emblazoned in red across the screen, an alert warned:. The best she could describe it would have been a smooth and streamlined pyramid or ziggurat poking at a slight angle from out of the earth. A caption at the bottom of the screen scrolled:.
Communication Blackout With Other Nations. The elves sat in rapt attention as Dalian reported the details of this mysterious incident. Onscreen, Dalian appeared to keep composure, but the siblings could tell that even her famous, steadfast iciness was beginning to show its cracks as she reported what must have been the grandest story of her career.
A fashionable shock of blue-streaked, platinum-blond hair cascaded over one of her eyes and down her fine, chiseled features. Tonight I am standing in front of what appears to be a giant pyramid of unknown origin at a location not far from our own capital city of Corosa. These objects suddenly materialized seemingly out of nowhere all across the kingdom in areas of thankfully low population. If you had experienced an earthquake or a tremor this evening, these monstrous hulks are likely to be the blame.
Eyewitness accounts from around the provinces all share one report - they did not land from the skies. That is correct, and I repeat - these structures, or whatever they are, did not touch down, but rather… appeared. It is still not known what the natures of these objects are. Speculations that they may be vessels or devices, or perhaps, buildings have already set the manacloud abuzz with rumors and frankly, fearsome tales. Thus far, we have no tally in regards to damages or injuries due to this event or from any of the resulting tremors they have caused.
We assure you that we will keep you informed of any developments regarding the nature of this strange arrival as soon as we are able. Kaedish pointed at his sister with accusatory satisfaction. We are under attack! The maiden was trying to process all that was happening. Hey, Rylla, she said to her friend without paying any real attention; unable to look away from the broadcast. I wanna see the rest of this. Until later. With that, she disconnected as Dalian continued the report. As you can see, I am standing daringly close to this particular object.
It is merely one of a reported one hundred appearances of these pyramidal objects throughout the kingdom. There may be several more than that as of yet undiscovered. Hovering around the pyramid, combat-grade limmers belonging to the Atlantean Defense Forces beamed their spotlights to better reveal its size and shape. If you look closely, you can see, the reporter continued from offscreen.
The national defense wardens are forming perimeters around the pyramids at each of these sites all over the kingdom. Do not be alarmed, they are merely present for crowd-control and illumination purposes. I want to join the ADF! I could be a belly-caster on a combat limmer! Kaedish exclaimed with bravado. Gods, you are such a scab! Whatever, her brother said with a defensive scowl while patting his budding belly. This is just elfling fat. Sure…if you say so. Either way, he could prove to be quite an embarrassment whenever he was around her friends.
Oh, dear sister, mark my words! But until then, stop being such a little orc, she said, still not bothering to look at him or his ridiculous display of machismo. Throughout the evening, the screen began to replay the same reports over and over and Kaedish had become bored with the lack of developments. From time to time, a local eyewitness would be interviewed lamenting over a destroyed orchard or a fallen glade.
One fact all of the interviewees had in common was the sudden appearance of the hulks. As Dalian had reported, all had claimed the pyramids just materialized before their very eyes without any warning. It was usual for them to drive home from work together and neither of the children had heard from them yet as they were becoming rather late. Do you think we should call Mother and Father? I think their phones are in the shop getting re-cured, though, the young elf reminded her. His voice was beginning to shake with a sense of helplessness over this situation. It was the best advice she could muster save going out into the city and looking for them on foot.
After a short time of worry, the walls of the house sang in sudden chorus, " Welcome home, Lord and Lady Reyliss. The two were a bit startled when the door opened as Mother and Father had arrived home from the laboratory. An angel's missions go in two directions: it may serve as an emissary of God downward… and it may also serve as the one carries things upwards from below The angel cannot reveal its true form to man, whose being, senses and instruments of perception belong only to the world of action — it continues to belong to a different dimension even when apprehended in one form or another The angel who is sent to us from another world does not always have a significance or impact beyond the normal laws of physical nature.
Indeed it often happens that the angel precisely reveals itself in nature, in the ordinary common-sense world of causality. In the New Testament the concept of guardian angel may be noted. Angels are everywhere the intermediaries between God and man; and Christ set a seal upon the Old Testament teaching: "See that you despise not one of these little ones: for I say to you, that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father who is in heaven. Other examples in the New Testament are the angel who succoured Christ in the garden, and the angel who delivered St.
Peter from prison. In Acts , after Peter had been escorted out of prison by an angel, he went to the home of "Mary the mother of John, also called Mark". The servant girl, Rhoda , recognized his voice and ran back to tell the group that Peter was there. However, the group replied: "It must be his angel"' With this scriptural sanction, Peter's angel was the most commonly depicted guardian angel in art, and was normally shown in images of the subject, most famously Raphael 's fresco of the Deliverance of Saint Peter in the Vatican. Hebrews says: "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent to minister for them, who shall receive the inheritance of salvation?
According to Saint Jerome , the concept of guardian angels is in the "mind of the Church". He stated: "how great the dignity of the soul, since each one has from his birth an angel commissioned to guard it". The first Christian theologian to outline a specific scheme for guardian angels was Honorius of Autun in the 12th century. He said that every soul was assigned a guardian angel the moment it was put into a body. Scholastic theologians augmented and ordered the taxonomy of angelic guardians. Thomas Aquinas agreed with Honorius and believed that it was the lowest order of angels who served as guardians, and his view was most successful in popular thought, but Duns Scotus said that any angel is bound by duty and obedience to the Divine Authority to accept the mission to which that angel is assigned.
In the 15th century, the Feast of the Guardian Angels was added to the official calendar of Catholic holidays. In his March 31, Regina Caeli address, Pope John Paul II referred to the concept of guardian angel and concluded the address with the statement: "Let us invoke the Queen of angels and saints, that she may grant us, supported by our guardian angels, to be authentic witnesses to the Lord's paschal mystery". It is rather one of "truth". It is "what Jesus, what God said: 'I send an angel before you, to guard you, to accompany you on the way, so you will not make a mistake'".
Do I listen to him? Do I bid him good day in the morning? Do I tell him: 'guard me while I sleep? Do I ask his advice? There was an old Irish custom that suggested including in bedtime prayers a request for the Blessed Mother to tell one the name of their guardian angel, and supposedly within a few days one would "know" the name by which they could address their angel. An old Dominican tradition encouraged each novice to give a name to their Guardian Angel so that they could speak to him by name and thus feel closer and more friendly with him. In Cardinal Newman 's poem The Dream of Gerontius , the departed soul is met by his guardian angel who recites: .
Alleluia, And saved is he. This child of clay To me was given, To rear and train By sorrow and pain In the narrow way, Alleluia, From earth to heaven. According to Aquinas, "On this road man is threatened by many dangers both from within and without, and therefore as guardians are appointed for men who have to pass by an unsafe road, so an angel is assigned to each man as long as he is a wayfarer. But one day, I dreamed about my guardian angel, and it told me not to take everything so seriously.
Saint Gemma Galgani , a Roman Catholic mystic, stated that she had interacted with and spoken with her guardian angel. Justin Fontenot of the Prayerful Anglican states that the "guardian angel concept is clearly present in the Old Testament, and its development is well marked" and he continues, stating that in "the New Testament the concept of guardian angel may be noted with greater precision".
It seems certainly proved by Scripture. Zanchius says that all the Fathers held this opinion. Sergei Bulgakov writes that the Eastern Orthodox Church teaches that. This guardian angel is not only a friend and a protector, who preserves from evil and who sends good thought; the image of God is reflected in the creature--angels and men--in such a way that angels are celestial prototypes of men. Guardian angels are especially our spiritual kin. Scripture testified that the guardian ship and direction of the elements, of places, of peoples, of societies, are confided to the guardian angels of the cosmos, whose very substance adds something of harmony to the elements they watch over.
As such, before the Eastern Orthodox liturgy of the Communion of the Faithful, a prayer asks "For an angel of peace, a faithful guide, a guardian of our souls and bodies, let us entreat the Lord. The Rev. John W. Hanner, a Methodist minister and theologian wrote on the topic of guardian angels in his Angelic Study , stating that: . Perhaps every Christian has a guardian angel. It may be that there is one angel to every Christian, or a score of them; or one may have charge of a score of Christians.
Some of the ancient fathers believed that every city had a guardian angel, while others assigned one to every house and every man. None of us know how much we are indebted to angels for our deliverance from imminent peril, disease, and malicious plots of men and devils. Where the pious die, angels are to carry the soul to heaven, though it be a soul of a Lazarus. In May and June , Methodists experienced persecution in Wednesbury and Walsall and the founder of the Methodist Church, John Wesley , was threatened with death by a mob who dragged him in the rain; however, "Wesley escaped unharmed" and he "believed that he had been protected by his guardian angel".
In Reformed Dogmatics , Heinrich Heppe states that some Reformed theologians espoused the view of guardian angels, including Bucan, who taught: . That as a rule to each elect person a certain particular good angel is appointed by God to guard him, may be gathered from Christ's words, Mt.
These believers were speaking according to the opinion received among the people of God. The traditional Catholic prayer to one's guardian angel: . Angel of God, my guardian dear to whom God's love commits me here. Angele Dei, qui custos es mei, me, tibi commissum pietate superna, illumina, custodi, rege et guberna.
An Anglican prayer to the Guardian Angel:. O angel of God, appointed by divine mercy to be my guardian, enlighten and protect, direct and govern me this day. An Eastern Orthodox prayer to the Guardian Angel:. O Angel of Christ, my holy Guardian and Protector of my soul and body, forgive me all my sins of today. Deliver me from all the wiles of the enemy, that I may not anger my God by any sin. Pray for me, sinful and unworthy servant, that thou mayest present me worthy of the kindness and mercy of the All-holy Trinity and the Mother of my Lord Jesus Christ, and of all the Saints.
There is a similar Islamic belief in the Mu'aqqibat. According to many Muslims, each person has two guardian angels, in front and behind him, while the two recorders are located right and left. Each person is accompanied by a guardian angel,  which acts as a guide throughout life. They originally patrolled the boundaries of the ramparts of heaven,  but volunteer to descend to earth to stand by individuals to the end of their days.
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