Realm of the Dead (26 page)

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The four Seraphim which stood before the temple of God bellowed in powerful blasts: HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!   A never ceasing clarion call to all that approached the doorway of God's house.

The chief of the four, King Nephanos, thought upon days of yore. He often reminisced of his failure, wondering what would have happened if he had not led them to traffic in pride against Lucifer.

Having fallen for the schemes of the angel, the king kept to the terms of their bargain, wondering in his self-imposed exile from Aseir how his brother Camael fared as royal regent to his people. Nephanos waited for the day when he and all the peoples of Heaven would unite. Perhaps someday, his brother would use the space given him to serve their kind and repent from what he had done.

Would Camael accept the lessons of serving another in humility? He wondered to himself.

It would soon be his time to roar the prime attribute of God again. Nephanos girded up his loins in preparation to carry out the consequences of his wager, prepared to fulfill a promise given in foolishness to Lucifer. A promise that El had also honored: a promise to give Camael space to repentance.

Nephanos looked at his companions, each willingly swore to bear this burden of knowledge in silence. He beamed at the strong fiery sentinels who represented their people this side of Heaven. Proud to serve by their side. For these many years, none had spoken to the other. None had uttered a word save HOLY, HOLY, HOLY. A faithful announcement the quartet had kept for thousands of earth years.

Never did any complain or shirk from their duty. Nephanos wondered if he should have left his people in Camael's charge.  Wondered of his decision to leave Aseir and stand as ambassador in the city of God. Wondered of his duty to utter naught but holiness to El until God called all three races together as one people.

Yet if the time never came to reunite Heaven as one, Nephanos and his men would serve as examples of steadfastness to all of Heaven. Thus from almost the third day of creation, Nephanos had bellowed but one word, the word HOLY.

Mate-eral had stood next to him for several millennia, and had now blasted the fiery roar of HOLY through the air, the echoes of which traveled across the sky.

Nephanos's turn was upon him. The King of the Seraphim stirred the inferno that roared within him and opened his mouth to release the vocalization, of El's eminence. Ready to do again what he had already done over a million times.

"HOLY!" the great King of Fire thundered. The air around him detonated in explosive heat. His annunciation completed the trinity of praise that sounded from the steps of God's house.

And again the cycle began once more.

Thus, Nephanos and three members of his kind stood as sentries to the temple of God. Each one, carillons, ready to chime the dawn of a new hour, eternally repeating their refrain without fail.

Through angelic civil wars Nephanos had kept this covenant, and when rebel Elohim came to assault the temple of God, he reminded his kin of El's holiness. When the Godstones fell from the skies, and when Lucifer himself breached the Seraphim lines, Nephanos watched the travesty in helplessness and cried in vain to remind the Usurper and all who still had ears to hear, that above all things...El was HOLY.

From the first day of his oath, never did he depart from his honorable vow, nor did his companions of flame surrender to be moved...but today was a new day.

Nephanos looked above as a vast ladder pulled back the golden hued skies of Heaven. Voltage arched overhead, and the familiar colors and whooshing sound of the prismatic funnel plunged downward from the skies and touched on the ground before him. Reds, blues, and greens skipped before him playfully before they waved goodbye and retreated back into the skies from whence they came, and lo, Eladrin floated before him with his four faces in gyration.

Above and behind the King of Ophanim, a chariot of fire plummeted from the sky. Within the descending carriage were two humans alongside Gabriel and Metatron. Michael the Chief Prince flew by its side and his halo was aglow as he swooped down. And commanding the steads of Aithon that pulled the flaming chariot was a Seraphim. Yet the spectacle to Nephanos's eyes did not cease, for from the portal, Malakim warriors on gryphon-back fell from the skies as hailstones, and the airspace above Jerusalem quickly filled as their numbers caused the sky darkened.

The King of the Seraphim pondered this new thing, for since his post to stand at the temple doors, he had witnessed the Elohim assemble on many occasions.  From moments of worship to God, to annunciations by the Lord.  But never on this wise had he beheld the descending mixed army that followed the Aithon flaming chariot that now headed toward him.

The temple doors suddenly opened and light escaped to illuminate all things, flooding the city with blinding luminance. El stepped through the doors standing on the back of Ophanim, as the gyrating wheels within wheels covered the soles of His feet, and hovered above the ground. His face looked upwards and His eyes watched the open sky while three of His created races poured through the Orphanic portal.

Nephanos and his men immediately snapped to attention, for the King of Creation stood in their presence, and the four burning ones bellowed out in militaristic cadence HOLY, HOLY, HOLY! 

Pounding reverberations traveled in concentric circles in all directions and a mighty echo hitchhiked atop the backside of light that released from El's presence.

The Aithon landed before the king and neighed as Sherkanim pulled on the reins of the steeds. Enoch, Elijah, Metatron, and Gabriel disembarked, while Michael flashed as a ladder to their side. He took his place aside Eladrin, whose four faces were suspended in the air, their gyration stopped and their faces pointed down to the ground. Legions of Malakim on gryphon-back hovered in the air, as locust swarms awaiting command.

And in the midst of such a sight the powerful cadence of "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" bellowed from the Seraphim.

Nephanos, while awed at the site, was careful to maintain his duty, not ceasing his repetition in the midst of his own wonderment.

Michael bowed before God, and he, like all his kind, shuttered his ears to protect them from the booming roar of the Seraphim. However, Enoch and Elijah advanced forward in faith toward the humanoid quartet of fire that spoke. Both men's chest cavities pulsated from the sound of the celestial voices. Closer they came.

Nephanos and those assembled watched on bended knee as two humans ascended the great stairs. El stood silently as His presence ejected light, radiation, and other phantasms impossible to describe.  His form was humanoid, yet within the interior of His presence were stars and galaxies that moved within His person.

"HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" the refrain came once more.

Visible waves of disturbed air traveled past Enoch and Elijah, pounding them due to their proximity. The two stood before Nephanos as he glared at them whilst he roared El's holiness. The men's hair flailed behind them from the exhaust of his roaring breath.

Nevertheless, the two men stood their ground, standing between all of Heaven's represented children. Michael, Chief Prince of the Elohim behind them, and Eladrin, the chief of his people hovering at their side, while four Seraphim, each burning in fire and ash, bellowed out El's divine nature.

And as if on cue with the annunciation of the Seraph's shout, Enoch and Elijah stomped their feet in an aggressive militaristic pace and shouted back to the Seraphim. "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!"

Visible waves traveled from them as their voices matched the volume and tenor of the mighty Seraphim. Nephanos, himself, was surprised by the power of the small humans' vocalizations. His own flame now wisped from the two men's shouts directed at him. And all Heaven took note of the two men, for it would be said later in the Grigoric Chronicles that great swords of fire came from the mouths of the two witnesses. Enoch and Elijah continued in their synchronized roar with the Seraphim, and the temple shook from their combined chants.

Nephanos raised his eyes in surprise for none had ever joined them in worship on this wise, and the King of the Burning Ones noted from a side glance that El smiled at the two humans.

And Michael, seeing Enoch and Elijah stand in front of the towering men of fire, raised himself from bended knee and stood to join them. He planted himself like steel and pulled down his inner eardrum's walls to feel the full volume of the Burning Ones' voices, and immediately was assaulted by the overwhelming booming that accosted his ears. Fighting the pain, he staggered for a moment and touched Enoch's shoulder for balance. Michael could feel the weight of the Seraphim's voice push him to the ground. Resisting the urge to cover his ears and denying his automatic reflexes to close his inner ear, Michael let the sound flood his being, inhaled, and belted out with all his might worship to the King of Angels known as El.

"HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" he roared.

His pentameter now joined the chorus that was Enoch's, Elijah's and the Burning Ones.' Gabriel and Metatron watched as their leader stood unmoved by the powerful thundering that befell him, each unclear how Enoch and Elijah could even survive, yet survive they did. And without prompt, Gabriel and Metatron released their fear and joined Michael's side.

Eladrin also took note that the three celestial races of Heaven stood before El in majestic declaration of His holiness and his four faces joined in singing the triple mantra now roared by all.

"HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" they all roared. The refrain so powerful that the golden glass street beneath them began to crack and buckle. Sherkanim, last of the entourage, watched as the three celestial kings of Heaven sung in militaristic chants and praise to the King of All and the King's Guard knew by revelation that before him lived the true Seraphim king of his people – Nephanos. He, too, then joined the group as HOLY, HOLY, HOLY echoed in busting penetrative waves of thunder through sky and rock.

And all of Heaven took note. For from the Malakim armies that filled the sky to the angels that quivered beneath the Withering, praise rang out in heaven. A praise that spoke but three words:  "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" A praise that lifted the eyes and ears on every street. Praise that caused sick angels to rise to their feet to sing God's glory despite their affliction. Praise that made the windows of the Hall of Annals crack, for everywhere throughout the land and this side of the mountain of God, the Withering could be seen, and the visible waves of the chant of Heaven's children caused the cloud of sin to retreat, and it evaporated under the onslaught of the echo of holiness that traveled across every house of Heaven for the chant was strong and it radiated into the basement of Heaven itself.

And Janus beheld the realm of choices and looked into the mirrored doorway to the underworld of Limbus, and when he did so, the echoes of El's holiness caused the great seals of glass to crack, and from it seeped the Mists. But the sound of "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" marched onward in advancing waves that saturated all of Limbo.

The basement of Heaven rumbled and Cadmime beams stretched against the echo under Heaven's belly. The sound of "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" strode forth in repetitive echoes, creating oscillating waves that sheered at the bedrock of Heaven. Torsional forces rocketed the bridges and trampled ancient columns into dust as the chant marched as an undampened rhythmic force.  A tunneling fury carved a lighted path through the mountain of God, blasted through rock and exited into the flaming land of Aseir.

Fires from the burning plains back-drafted through the newly created tunnels, jetted under the streets of gold and made them glow. Plumes of sweet smelling smoke wafted into the sky as the people of fire were no longer cut off from the temple of God.  Their fires ignited the whole of Heaven with a fire that did not burn, and all watched the transformation that took place before them, awed by the power of God. Awed as the ever-present echo of "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" was now not just the clarion call of four Seraphim, but of all citizens in Heaven.

The Virtues then floated from the temple and lifted to meet the living clouds of heaven. Cumulus billows of music wondered at Heaven's new croon and rumbled to join the curious chorus of Heaven. 

The Virtues spoke in the language of scent and rose as colored mists to communicate the words "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!" through fragrance to their cousins, the living clouds, The clouds interpreted their essence and themselves burst into song uttering holiness to the Lord.

And God spoke to the whole that sung and his words were on this wise. "As I have torn the veil of division between mankind and God, so too now witness reconciliation between all people."

And when the Lord uttered those words, the electric screen that hovered above the living clouds illuminated, for all to see. It crackled, arcing voltage in all directions, flickered then fizzled away into nothing. A static charge filled the air, and the eyes of those who were previously below the screen looked up to see glittering remnants of pinpoint lights floating as fireflies throughout the land.

Suddenly, Ophanim fell from the sky, descending from the Aerie, moving like lightning, forward and backward and side to side. They darted about the city and explored the formerly forbidden regions that angels had called home, and the Lord smiled, for all His children were now amassed at His feet, and all of Heaven had now become one.

And whilst Heaven was in celebration, and her children in praise and rejoicing for the unity of spirit, echoes of angel-speak pelted the sky. The voice of the exiled Prince of Darkness was recognized, and dark mutterings floated as black filmy oil and settled on the ground behind Enoch and Elijah, then pooled to create a circular well of darkness.