《Celestine & the Runaway Angels》


 Pilot: the Escape

    Heaven is home to the many, many angels and their leader, the Maestro, orchestrator of humans and the natural order. The Maestro is a calculating and clever entity, and the pride and his most favored agents of his will are the Golden Corps, a group of angels who utilize the power of light to create radiant constructs for use in combat. Their other two skills that are unique to them are that they can summon paladins, guards, and templars that they have bound to their service. The other skill is their powerful healing aura.


    The Golden Corps were the most efficient of the Maestros operations, and leading the Golden Corps was Sargent Celestine Lunar Wing, an angel recognized as a great hero. His hair was a silverish-pink color tied with a white bow, and his wings were a shimmering powder blue and as radiant as a star. His robes were silver and white and made from ethereal fabrics. Around his neck was a blue diamond pendant in the shape of a dove.


    And around his head was a silver, moon-shaped circlet. Celestine¡¯s rank was third place, directly below the Archangels. The third rank belongs to district captains, but Celestine, despite his prestige and acclaim, was incredibly sad and lonely.


    Heaven has strict rules applied to everyone, and those who go against those rules are cast down to earth, and many of them die horribly upon impact. Those who survive the fall lose their divinity and become deformed humans.


    One of these strict rules prohibits homosexuality, and Celestine¡¯s heart is different. The Maestro is a powerful omnipotent entity, and the only place his insight cannot reach is into the minds of his angels. Throughout the decades, Celestine has been able to keep his secret and has met some other like-minded angels.


    But either due to bad luck or being ratted out, all of his friends were either caught in the act or outed by another, and each time Celestine volunteered to detain them. Celestine did this to protect his friends.


    They were all cast out without even standing trial. Angels, when they descend from the Aether realm, go mostly unseen, and so many angels descend so often that Heaven doesn¡¯t care or monitor it at all, so whenever Celestine¡¯s friends were cast out, Celestine cushioned their fall with the power of his superior light constructs. Celestine would then tend to their wounds and bring over humans to get them to a nearby village. Celestine would then return to the Aether realm, greatly saddened but relieved that he was able to save a life.


    After the loss of so many friends, Celestine grew depressed, but many angels in Heaven simply disregarded it. One day the Maestro called a meeting with the second and third-ranking officers. The meeting was held in the Yggdrasil auditorium.


    The Maestro spoke on and on, and then he spoke of a new plan; he called it the celestial purge, and he planned on cleansing the earthly plane of all its sins for good. Celestine paid attention during this part, and he was alarmed. Humans may be imperfect, depraved creatures, but in this world they are the ones who are truly free.


    Celestine didn¡¯t voice this; however, in fact, he didn¡¯t say anything. He left early and decided to take a menial task to get his mind off the idea of mass genocide.


    The task Celestine chose was prayer collection. Heaven has many jobs Angels can freely volunteer for. Prayer collection is one of them.


    Celestine would descend to the earthly plane and stare out into the distance, and he saw several pillars of white light reaching for the heavens. Celestine flew towards the closest pillar when a human said a prayer. It formed a pillar of ethereal light connected to the heart of a human. An angel will go towards this human unseen and collect it from their heart..


    The first human Celestine came to was a woman who looked incredibly familiar to him. Walking into the human''s home, he followed the human to a room; it was an art room, and every painting depicted a pink-haired angel saving and catching falling humans.


    Celestine was completely blown away by every painting. Celestine then turned to the human, and he was painting a face portrait, and he was trying to paint the face but seemed to be having trouble. Celestine then approached the human and held out his hand towards him, and in doing so, Celestine absorbed the light and viewed the prayer.


    Human: My grandfather was truly a great man and a talented artist. He went on and on about this pink-haired angel, and it made him so famous. Oh heavens above, make me as good of an artist as my grandfather.


    Celestine soon fell to his knees; one of his friends survived and had a family. Tears would fall from Celestine¡¯s eyes, and he would spend months tracking down the descendants of his friends. They were all alive and well and happy.


    For the first time in decades, Celestine felt pure happiness returning to the Aether realm. Celestine was full of hope, but then he remembered the Maestro¡¯s plan upon coming to this realization. Celestine entered a much deeper depression; he would return to his loft, sit at his office, and sit down, leaning against his desk, his face in his arms, and loud sobbing.


    Celestine would soon hear the door to his office open, and looking up, he saw one of his few friends. He was an angel with soft purple hair and two white and golden scarves covering his eyes. These scarves formed an X over his eyes. He also had large feathered ears and was dressed in 18th-century French nobleman attire.


    His name was Eton; his angel rank is known as a Whisperer. They are a district of angels who listen and sift through the prayers and whispers of mortals and relay them to Archangel Selaphiel, the Angel of Prayer. She then delivers them to the Maestro who then proceeds to make them come true or not.


    Celestine: What are you doing here, Eton?Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    Eton: I could hear the symphony in your heart all the way from my district. I was confused at first because first your heart sang of joy and happiness, which is something that I have not heard in many years. Then I heard the sad, depressed tones that you are known for, and I got concerned for you. Are you ok?


    Celestine: ¡­.


    Celestine would then go over and close the window skylight and curtains, and then he came over to Eton and held both of his hands, and he let his heart do the talking.


    Whisperers are incredibly in tune with the heart and the songs it can create; their job is to listen, after all.


    Eton silently listened to the song of Celestine¡¯s Heart. Eton would have to tune out the many other songs, and Eton had long since mastered this skill.


    Upon getting the full message, Eton let go of Celestine¡¯s hands, and soon Celestine would open the curtains.


    Eton would use sign language to say


    Eton: What you did could get you cast out.


    Celestine: I know, and I''d do it again in a heartbeat.


    Eton: You really are something.


    Celestine: I know, but I refuse to let my friend''s legacy be destroyed.


    Eton: So what will you do, fight all the forces of Heaven single-handedly? That is suicide.


    Celestine: If that¡¯s what it takes for my friends, I¡¯ll take everyone down.


    Eton: Then what? You¡¯ll manage all of heaven single-handedly?


    Celestine would sigh; he knew that no one man could fully operate Heaven; it holds a vital role in maintaining the natural order of the world.


    Eton: I see you¡¯ve come to your senses, and if I may, I have a plan, but I¡¯ll share it with you on one condition.


    Celestine: What is that?


    Eton: You take me and one other angel with you.


    Celestine: What?


    Eton: I cannot stay in this oppressive plane. I want to be free like you and like my friend. This place is a hell in its own right, and I know of a way to free us.


    Celestine: Go on?


    Eton: During the Middle Ages, I heard of a human who had studied angels extensively and had created a tome full of spells related to them. How he made these spells, I don¡¯t know, but the tome was confiscated and the human sent to hell. That tome now resides in the vault within the Maestro''s tower.


    Celestine: And you think I can get it?


    Eton: It¡¯s no secret that the Maestro favors you; he wouldn¡¯t give you a second glance. Now, do we have a deal?


    Celestine: Right, I¡¯ll do it.


    Eton silently nodded his head and left Celestine¡¯s loft.


    Celestine took a breath and waited a year and soon traveled to the Maestro¡¯s tower, walking past the guards. Celestine made his way to the Maestro¡¯s chamber.


    He was working on a plan of attack to purge the Mortal plane. Celestine made his presence known, and the maestro smiled and skipped over, ever so happy.


    Maestro: Oh, my sweet, happy Celestine, the crown jewel of my army, I can¡¯t wait to see you during the Purge.


    Celestine: Hehe, right. Anyway, sir, I was hoping to get into the vault. I remember there is a series of files documenting the human psyche, and I was hoping to review it.


    Maestro: Of course, anything for you, my sweet Celestine. Now hurry along and sharpen your skills. I want to see your expertise slay so many sinful humans.


    Celestine: Right, I won¡¯t let you down, sir.


    Celestine would then make his way out and down to the ground floor where the vault is. Celestine would then approach the guards and tell them that he had gotten permission from the Maestro; with this alone, they let him inside, and Celestine began to walk through the vault. The entire place is built like a well-kept grand storage room that you would find in a palace.


    Finding where the books are kept was quite easy. Celestine would then come across a massive bookcase the size of a skyscraper. In front of Celestine was a directory; reading through it, Celestine was able to find the book he was looking for. It was called the Tome of Light.


    Memorizing the section where the tome was held, Celestine would fly up to it and grab the tome, and to keep his cover, Celestine grabbed the collection of files on the human psyche. Celestine would then leave his heart beating incredibly fast.


    Celestine would then read through the tome of Light and was impressed the author wrote several detailed and complex spells with small blurbs written in Celestial Braille. A majority of the blurbs comment on the author¡¯s originality and how hard the author struggled with trying to create and perfect the various spells.


    Celestine concluded that an angel might have been helping the author. I would soon come across a unique spell known as the Celestial Unbinding Spell. From what Celestine could tell, this was a spell that could unbind an angel from the service of Heaven.


    You see, angels are not born from deceased humans. That¡¯s only partly true. When a human dies, their soul goes to the in-between, a place that is more or less like a waiting room. Souls are then appraised by the representatives of both heaven and hell, and after their appraisal, they are cleansed in either hellfire or aether water. The cleansing is like a form of brainwashing, but once it is done, a new devil or angel is born.


    Both these entities are born as fully adult men and women and are each bound to the service of their respective domains.


    For angels, they are bound by special, unique golden collars that soon turn intangible after being bound, but by doing this, it puts a restriction on all angels.


    For example, while angels can freely fly down to the earth realm, they can¡¯t stay there, mainly because they will get aether withdrawal poison, which is similar to drowning in water.


    But if an angel dies from Aether Withdrawal poisoning, they will be reborn in Heaven.


    The only reason why we get this affliction is because of these chained collars.


    But if they could be removed, then they could stay on earth permanently.


    Celestine would soon send a message to Eton, who would arrive with his friend Amoi, a young angel with the looks and physique of a seventeen-year-old angel with pure white hair with purple highlights. He was dressed in white silk robes with soft pastel pink undertones. His clothing looked like a stylish French clergy robe. His wings were like that of a dove; they were the same color as gold and were decorated with pastel pink ribbons.


    Amoi works under Naarai, the protector of children. The three would look over the spell carefully and read all the things they would have to do to get it to work, so under the light of the moon, the three would descend to the earthly realm.


    And perform the Celestial Unbinding Spell.


    The three angels recited the incantation, putting all their power together, and a white spell circle would appear around all three of them. The spell circle would soon radiate a white and gold aura as their chained collars would appear.


    As the spell continued, the collars would be covered in cyan blue cracks that were getting bigger and bigger until they shattered like glass, flying in many directions and dissolving into sparkles.


    The three angels were now free as the spell circle faded; they smiled and looked to each other with great happiness. They would then look through the tome and find many useful tools, with which they used to build a new life.


    <h2 style="text-align: center"><u>End of Pilot</u></h2>

 Episode 1: Life on Earth

    It¡¯s been 20 years, and the Purge has never happened for some reason. The Maestro didn¡¯t follow through with his plan, not at all.


    I believe I am the cause of the Maestro¡¯s hesitancy.


    After all, I was favored by him, and looking back on it, he may have had some romantic feelings towards me. I take a deep breath, trying to forget my life in heaven is hard.


    I soon turn off the water of my outdoor shower, and I soon spread my wings and start flapping to dry myself off. Once I¡¯m completely dry, I hide my wings and step out, covering myself with a towel, mainly my lower body. I then step out onto the scorching hot desert sand, and I take in the intense heat.


    My friends and I have moved to a remote and abandoned farm out in the desert. We are working on restoring it so we can make it livable.


    We still have our divinity, so we have no need for food or drink, but we want to contribute to this world, so we struggle on making our way back to the house, I see.


    Amoi was working on restoring the roof when we first got here; it had several holes, but with a lot of work, we¡¯ve managed to fix a majority of the holes. I soon looked up and said


    Celestine: Hey there, Amoi, how goes it?


    Amoi: Yeah, it¡¯s fine. Celestine I¡¯m almost finished.


    Celestine: Great.


    Stepping into the house, I would find Eton; he was working on a piece of paper at the table.


    Eton: I¡¯m working on a map of the area.


    Celestine: Ah, I see. How is it going?


    Eton: Well, since I gave up my sight, I¡¯m relying solely on my hearing to discern the distance from us to them.


    Celestine: May I take a look?


    Eton: Go ahead.


    I would soon walk over and look at the map Eton was making, and I was expecting something poorly prepared with scribbles, but what I saw was a perfectly detailed map that perfectly displayed our home, the road, the barn, and several other unique details that not even I could pick up on.


    Celestine: How did you make a map this well?


    Eton: It''s been 20 years since coming to the earth realm. I have learned to comprehend and understand all the new sounds that come from this plane.


    Celestine: Has coming here hurt you, Eton?


    Eton: Not really. When we were in Heaven, I had to listen to the cacophony of angelic hearts every single day. Their melodies collided and formed discordant, crazed maladies that nearly drove me insane, but since leaving Heaven, I hear many new and refreshing sounds, and it all relaxes me, and the melodies of a mortal human heart are soft and gentle but still very expressive. It¡¯s simpler here on earth, and I greatly enjoy it.


    Eton would then smile as he turned to me.


    Eton: Thank you.


    I would then smile and continue to my room, and I would fully dry off and get dressed. I would then exit my room and help Amoi with the chores for today, which included getting 69% of the work done. Eton believes that we should get our chores done by the third week of the third month.


    Having finished our work for the day, we retired to what will be our dining room and began to relax. We also discussed all the work we will need to do in the future.


    Since we still have our angelhood, we still have our powers, and we have mainly been using a small amount of it mainly to use the ability mending touch.To instantly restore any deteriorated or broken materials.


    Now we do possess the ability to fully repair any building or structure, but the reason why we are holding back is mainly to avoid the Maestro¡¯s Gaze.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    Now the Maestro is omnipotent, but his sight is limited to key sections of the earth, and where we are now is not close to any of them, hence why we chose this place. If we were to use our full power, we would be setting off a lot of alarms. The amount of power we do use could be written off as angels who work with humans doing their job.


    We soon rest and relax and continue our work as we all work on fixing the house. We continue to grow close. When we get the stove and gas working, we start cooking, mainly what we find. To resolve this, we go to the nearest town and trade work for vegetable and fruit seeds.


    Now preparing the soil was the hardest, but once again we went back to the town and traded work for advice on how to grow crops.


    The townsfolk were incredibly nice and even rewarded us with free hand-me-down clothing, all of which were so nice. As we interacted more with the townsfolk, we gained a good relationship, and in time they helped us finish restoring our farm.


    We even got the hang of farming. Eton was a big help; with his divine hearing, he was able to tell when rain was coming so we could plan accordingly. We soon had thriving crops, and an elderly woman was kind enough to donate two hive bodies and even gave us two live honeycombs with a queen and a few hundred workers inside.


    Eton was able to speak with the Queen Bees, and he was able to get them to help us with pollinating our crops. Our farm was now thriving, and we managed to make some money, which we knew nothing about at first, so we mainly gave it away at first, but after being educated on the worth of money, we began to save it.


    With our farm restored, a young man named Nate would come over often to hang out and talk. Nate was really kind and warm, offering to prepare our meals and basically learn how to be a house husband.


    Nate would go on and on about how he was in an arranged marriage with the son of the town mayor, and Nate was anxious since he came from a wealthy family that taught him nothing, and so wanting to change that, Nate offered his services around the town, but his incompetence¡ªwell, it basically caused a lot of issues.


    Amoi Eton and I were more than willing to help Nate out, and since we gave him a chance, he greatly flourished. Nate would sometimes spend the night.


    One day, however, Nate came over wearing glasses covering his eyes. I then took him to the side and said


    Celestine: Nate, are you ok?


    Nate: I¡¯m fine¡­.


    From the porch, Eton shouted, saying


    Eton: No, you''re not.


    Nate would turn his head away from me.


    I would then remove the glasses, revealing Nate¡¯s black eye.


    I was incredibly furious about this, and I nearly clenched my fists in anger. Ready to display my full power


    Eton then came over and placed his hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to my senses.


    Celestine: Nate, who did this to you?


    Nate would then cry Eton Amoi, and I soon brought him inside, and Nate explained everything. Apparently, Nate was attending a party with his fianc¨¦. Things were good until Nate¡¯s fianc¨¦ got drunk and wanted to engage in physical intimacy. Nate said no, and his fianc¨¦ punched him in the eye and stated that he can and will do much if he is denied.


    So on top of being hit and threatened, Nate was also taken advantage of, and by this point I was ready to bring down pseudo divine judgment.


    We allowed Nate to stay in our spare room; he then took a nap.


    Eton and Amoi and I sat at the table wondering what we could do. It was at this point that Amoi revealed that Nate was pregnant with twins.


    This caught me incredibly off guard, but Eton was able to confirm this by saying he heard two smaller melodies coming from Nate.


    I was still incredibly confused, but Amoi explained that in recent years there was a massive change in human evolution, and now some human men can give birth.


    And at this point I was wondering who in heaven approved of this, and Amoi stated that this was put into play so that humans could repopulate once the purge had cleansed the old world.


    Celestine: That interesting tidbit aside, what are we going to do about Nate?


    Eton: Well, I can say this: the mayor and Nate¡¯s parents are incredibly livid, and Nate¡¯s parents are on their way here now.


    Amoi: Well, we honestly can¡¯t let him return; anger spurred on by alcohol can lead to violence towards everyone, even children.


    Celestine: Well, I''m all for letting him stay here, but what are we going to do about Nate¡¯s parents?


    Eton: Leave that to me.


    Amoi and I would then turn to Eton, and Amoi would smirk, saying


    Amoi: What did you hear?


    Eton: Don¡¯t worry about it.


    Celestine: Should we also reveal ourselves as well?


    Amoi: We should the best relationships are based on trust.


    In truth the reason why the townsfolk haven¡¯t been shocked by us is because we used the Angelic Perception spell from the Tome of Light.


    The angelic perception spell basically hides divinity from those we want to hide from, so when humans look at us, they see normal humans, but if we let someone in on the secret, they will see us as we truly are.


    Amoi would then hurry over to the kitchen and start cooking for Nate. I would then go out and tend to the crops and fields, and I would also start working on building irrigation pipes.


    It was at this time that Nate¡¯s parents would arrive in a luxurious limo. They looked around and loudly scoffed; these people were the very definition of luxury and privilege.


    They looked at me, gave me a glare, and then Eton came outside. He approached Nate¡¯s parents; the two met him and were about to rant, and then Eton said something that caused both of Nate¡¯s parents to actively stiffen up and turn as white as ghosts.


    They then said something and hurried back into their limo and drove off so fast they left skid marks. I then finished my work and came over to Eton, who was sitting on the porch swing.


    Celestine: So what did you hear?


    Eton: Well, let¡¯s just say that Nate¡¯s parents indulge in a taboo that will get them murdered by the public. The fact that I know this was enough to get them to agree to end the arranged marriage as well as provide their son with a healthy inheritance that will take care of him and his descendants for a long time.


    Celestine: You''re cruel, you know that.


    Eton: You say cruel, I say business fluent.


    We would soon meet Nate, who looked strangely starstruck and was looking at us like we had ten heads.


    Celestine: You can see us, can¡¯t you?


    Nate silently nodded his head. I then came over to Nate and gave him a hug. Eton and I then explained what happened, and Nate was overjoyed. He was happy he got to stay with us, and we spent the rest of the week getting Nate¡¯s room together.


    When that was done, Nate became a happy member of our home.


    <h2 style="text-align: center"><u>End of Episode</u></h2>

 Episode 2: Three Angels & Two Babies

    One night as we were relaxing, we heard Nate scream loudly; it was go time. Amoi knew exactly what to do and asked us to prepare towels and hot water. Eton and I quickly set to work, and then a few hours later.


    We had two healthy twin boys. Nate was absolutely ecstatic with his twins. Eton and I came into the room and smiled at them. I even got to hold them, and honestly, I felt so incredibly happy, but at the same time, incredibly nervous. I kept chanting, Don''t drop him, don¡¯t drop him, in my head.


    I soon sat down, and it was a little bit better.


    Nate wanted each of us to spit out a name for his sons. I threw out the name Link, Eton threw out the name David, and Amoi suggested Justin.


    Nate soon picked out the names Justin and Link. Eton was slightly annoyed that his options didn¡¯t get a consideration, but he shook it off completely.


    So now we had two babies in our home, and we loved them dearly. Amoi was the main caretaker along with Nate while I and Eton cared for the farm.


    But over time Nate began acting strangely. Amoi said that he was going through postpartum depression, and it was really bad. One morning when Amoi went to check on Nate, he was gone, leaving a simple note explaining that he wasn¡¯t ready to be a father, and he left us a fortune to support Link and Justin. This hurt the three of us greatly because we cared for Nate, and we would have helped him out if he had opened up to us, but humans are incredibly fickle, and this is something we have learned to deal with.


    Still, the three of us took charge of the kids, as I said.


    With Amoi taking care of them during the day and me taking the night shift, Eton was honestly the most affectionate and was able to put them down for a nap and put them down to bed at night.


    One night as I went out to get some fresh air, I felt a strange presence. Looking around, I saw him, the Maestro; he was dressed in his usual elegant and eccentric clothing.


    Maestro: Celestine, please listen to me.


    Celestine: I have nothing to say to you, Maestro.


    Maestro: Please, I want you to return to me. You¡¯ve seen how troublesome and problematic these humans can be; why not be rid of them?


    Celestine: Maestro, can¡¯t you see I¡¯m happy here? My friends remain on this earth in one form or another. If you dare try to cleanse this world, I will do all I can to stop you.


    Maestro: Celestine, I love you dearly, and the sole reason why I can¡¯t cleanse this world is because of you, but the thought of you staying down here in this tainted world hurts me greatly. You''re too good for this world, Celestine. Please come back.


    Celestine: No, now be gone.


    The Maestro would then go back to Heaven, and I made my way back inside, and sitting at the dinner table was Eton. He gave me an understanding look.


    I then went to bed. Eton would then give the news to Amoi, but for the following years we were left alone.


    I can¡¯t tell you the amount of joy in my heart when Link and Justin started walking Eton, who didn¡¯t see a thing, was actively cheering them on for every step they made.


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    It was a really good day. We were also able to set up a proper nursery for the two. We chose a sea turtle theme for them.


    With the funds Nate had given us, I was able to purchase a Joey, and needless to say, I was wearing it full-time every day as I worked. I had either Justin or Link on my person at all times, and I constantly gave them affection as I tended the crops and collected the honey.


    We also started to plant flowers: roses, carnations, lilies of the valley, bluebells, and many more beautiful flowers.


    Nights became harder when Link and Lucas were teething; luckily, Amoi was there to guide us, but with the Maestro knowing of our location, the three of us thought it would be fine if we used our power to restore the farm even though it was partially functional; it would help us in terms of growing crops and other things.


    Eton Amoi and I soon stepped outside, and we began to use the Restoration Hymn.


    Soon our voices united to create a soft light that soon spread over the whole farm. Everywhere the light touched buildings, they would begin to mend in seconds, the soil would become fertile, and everything was brought back to its vibrant glory.


    By morning the three of us were exhausted, and we went inside to rest, which was incredibly short-lived because we lived with children.


    Over time we were able to make money with the honey and crops we were able to produce. The local shop said our produce was incredibly high quality, and we were able to get a good deal.


    One morning I was in the kitchen preparing two bottles. Amoi had taught me how, and I decided to put my own spin on it by adding some of the honey from our bees. With the two bottles in hand, I took them to the nursery, where I found Link and Justin both playing on the golden rug. I smiled and said,


    Clestine: Hey there, kiddos, bottle time.


    Both Link and Justin looked up at me excitedly. I soon got down on the floor and crossed my legs, pulling both of them into my lap, and I soon bottle-fed them both.


    These two happy little babs soon began to suckle down the contents. I chuckled when they both began to let out satisfied coos.


    Either way, this was an incredibly warm and lovely experience, as the two let go of the bottles; I held them close and began to burp them both one at a time and soon let them play with me.


    It¡¯s not too surprising that children, when they are really, really young, can see the true forms of higher beings, with angels being no exception. After playtime, I get these two babies changed out of their wet pamps and I read them a little story.


    Soon Eton entered the room, a smile on his face as he said


    Eton: Rain clouds are coming, so we won¡¯t need to water the crops in the evening.


    Celestine: Thanks for the heads-up; that really helps and takes some work off my back.


    Eton: I know anyway; I¡¯m going to read a book. You know, Braille books are certainly interesting.


    I would then chuckle; looking down, I saw that Justin and Link were fast asleep. I let out a sigh and soon wrapped my arms around them and slept with them.


    When I woke up, it was midday; Justin and Link were still sleeping, nuzzled up against me. I let out a sigh and enjoyed the warm moment.


    Soon the rain had started, and my lap had gotten warm. I quickly started changing my two charges. I had grown so skillful at this task that I performed it without waking them. I then placed the two in their shared crib and then made my way outside to watch the rain. Eton and Amoi were with me.


    Amoi: I don¡¯t know why, but the rain is so soothing.


    Eton: It¡¯s a serene chorus greatly revitalizing all of nature.


    Celestine: I greatly agree.


    When we were in heaven, we had witnessed the creation of rain before it was sent down to earth. Rain is made with tears from an angel called Lady Lacrumosus. She is the reason why rain has the effect it does. Rain is gathered in the same way humans learn in school, but when it reaches the heavens, that water is imbued with Lady Lacrumosus¡¯ tears and then distributed into clouds. which sends the imbued water down to earth to revitalize all the flora of earth.


    We¡¯ve never witnessed it falling to earth; it¡¯s incredibly peaceful in an odd way.


    The three of us sit and enjoy the rain; that is, until a bolt of lightning and thunder clapped for me and Amoi. It was no problem, but Eton was a little rattled, and then he said,


    Eton: The twins were startled.


    Amoi: I got it; I¡¯ve had enough rain watching for now.


    Amoi would then head inside, and Eton and I would enjoy the rest of the rain shower until it left. Returning inside, Eton and I were making dinner. We decided on buttermilk pancakes since we started gathering honey. We¡¯ve been craving things that pair well with honey, and pancakes are on the top of that ever-growing list.


    I smile and make the pancakes. I make three stacks of six, put them on plates, and cover them in honey. I bring them over to the dinner table, and soon Amoi comes in happily, saying he was able to get Justin and Link put down to bed safely.


    We then enjoy a lovely plate of pancakes; they taste heavenly with the succulent honey back in Heaven. We had never had the chance to eat, and frankly, we don¡¯t need to, but it¡¯s a heavenly experience nonetheless. Some humans overindulge themselves in it too much, but for us, it¡¯s a small guilty pleasure that we can enjoy.


    And that is a treasure my friends and I can greatly enjoy.


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 Episode 3: Sraosha & the Oncoming Storm

    My ears heard the sound of whispers and giggling from a very close distance. Sitting up in bed, I registered the voices as Link and Justin, and their laughter was coming from below my bed.


    I let out a sigh and got up and knelt so my head was facing under my bed, my long hair dropping to the floor to reveal my covered eyes.


    Eton: What are you two doing?


    Justin: We wanted to scare you when you woke up.


    Eton: Well, next time try to be a little quieter. Now why don¡¯t you two come out, and I can work on cooking you breakfast?


    I then heard the two crawl from under my bed, and I walked over to my wardrobe and put on my clothes. I put on some jeans, and I put on a thobe, and I tied a band around the waist. I would then brush my silver and green hair a bit before walking out with Justin and Link to the kitchen.


    Link: Eton How can you walk around so well if you can¡¯t see?


    I would let out a sigh; this was their 66th time asking that question this month, and every time I answered with:


    Eton: Because I have good ears.


    Upon arriving in the kitchen, the two walked to the table, and I let out a sigh and said


    Eton: So what are you naughty children hungry for?


    Justin: pancakes!!!


    Link: an Egg Sandwich


    Eton: Ok, that¡¯s manageable, I believe.


    Walking over to the fridge, I grab the eggs and mayo, and I reach up and grab the pancake mix and begin to cook. As I¡¯m cooking, I hear Justin say, ¡°Drat".


    Under his breath, that tells me Justin must have tried moving the pancake mix to trip me up.


    Either way, I began cooking; meanwhile, Celestine was just waking up. I listened as he got dressed, did a stretch, and then made his way out to us.


    Celestine: Oh, the kids are up.


    Eton: Yes, they are, and ever so mischievous.


    Celestine: Oh, what did they try this time?


    Eton: Care to share, boys?


    Justin & Link: nothing!!


    I assume a red blush filled their cheeks as they said that either way I had prepared their food and came over to them with two trays and handed their food to them.


    Link: Wow, this is amazing.


    Justin: Yeah, and it smells so good.


    Celestine: Then you both should hurry and eat before it gets cold.


    Eton: Right!


    Celestine then made his way to the door; he opened it but didn¡¯t go through; instead, he said


    Celestine: By the way, boys, Amoi will be taking you both to school; he should be preparing your clothes soon.


    Eton: He¡¯s getting up right now.


    Justin: Ok, we¡¯re going to be playing kickball today.


    Link: And I have a test today too.


    Celestine then made his way out the door. I assume he was smiling with pride as he normally does. I chose to take a seat at the table with the kids. We talked for a bit, but then I heard something strange.


    It was a melody and not the normal melody I would hear on Earth. This was an angelic symphony, and judging by its high tones, this was a very high-ranking angel. I stood up and made my way outside to get a better ear for the symphony, and it was coming from the east. For the first time in a long time, I spread my four wings and flew to the east.


    The closer I got, the more familiar I became with the symphony, and then it hit me: this symphony belonged to the one and only observer of the Earth Realm, and soon I was in his presence. Sraosha, the Observer of Humanity


    Even with my eyes covered, I could still see him.


    He had long green hair with neon yellow highlights. He had two sets of ears, both of them like mine but more elf-like. His skin was the color of turquoise, and he was dressed in a simple white buttoned-up shirt with dark red pants. His wings were majestic, similar to a butterfly mixed with a bird. He turned to me and waved, saying


    Sraosha: Hey there, little runaway, it¡¯s been a while.


    Eton: What are you doing here?


    Sraosha: I¡¯m on holiday.


    Eton: Excuse me?


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    Sraosha: Ah, you wouldn¡¯t know, would you? Well, since you and your friends freed yourselves. From heaven¡¯s grasp, some big changes have been happening up there.


    Eton: such as?


    Sraosha: Well, for one, I¡¯m on holiday for the first time since my creation, so what does that tell you?


    Eton: Point taken, but I feel you have a deeper motive for being here.


    Sraosha: Ever so clever, I see. Typical of a Whisperer now, then, I guess you could say the Maestro isn¡¯t quite over Celestine. Leaving heaven to spend the rest of his days with a bunch of nobodies


    Eton: So you knew.


    Sraosha: I am one of the oldest angels in Heaven. I¡¯m not unaware of the hypocrisy the Maestro indulges in, as I¡¯m sure the entire Whisper Division is also keen on.


    Eton: So why are you here, Sraosha?


    Sraosha: Why spy on you and your little family? Of course, I normally would observe you all from on high, but I¡¯m curious about this life you all lead; hence, I came down, and frankly, I see the appeal. I have acquired a taste for pasta, mainly Alfredo.


    I would chuckle hearing that and then say


    Eton: Well, if you¡¯d like, you could come back with me to our farm and get the full experience.


    Sraosha: Hmm, I might take you up on that.


    Sraosha and I soon flew back to the farm, and Celestine and Amoi were worried, but I was able to tell them that Sraosha is not an enemy. Celestine was cautious, and Amoi was the same, but I managed to convince them to show Sraosha around.


    Sraosha was impressed by our work on the farm and our produce. We then made him our special treat, pancakes with our signature honey, and let¡¯s just say he was hooked.


    Celestine: So if I¡¯ve got this right, the Maestro is a hypocrite who frequents the earthly plane often to fulfill his carnal and trivial desires.


    Sraosha: That¡¯s the gist of it. He even procreated with a few humans down here, creating generations of Nephilim.


    Amoi: Nephilim, you mean there are actual demi-beings running around on the earthly plane?


    Sraosha: Yes, Nephilim, the children of humans and angels, the very creatures the first great flood was used to cleanse the world of, are still here.


    Eton: Then why haven¡¯t I heard them? Nephilim are demi-beings, right? I should be able to hear their symphony from miles away due to how discordant and chaotic it would be booming.


    Sraosha: That is partly due to a recently new division that was created about 600 years ago. They are the Suppression Sect; their sole priority is suppressing the power and memories of the Children of the Maestro.


    Celestine: Why the memories?


    Amoi: When Nephilim are born, they have a great understanding of all four worlds, and they can comprehend everything around them. They are dangerous, which is what led to the first Great Flood.


    Eton: With this in mind, the Maestro¡¯s cleansing might have been an elaborate cover-up to hide his hypocrisy. Nephilim can¡¯t swim after all; in fact, water wounds them.


    Celestine: I see.


    Sraosha: Well then, now you all know, but honestly, I think I¡¯ll extend my vacation for a bit longer.


    Amoi: What do you mean?


    Sraosha: It means I prefer it better down here than in that toxic sunshine-bathed nut house, but sadly, due to the chains, I don¡¯t have that luxury, so can you three help me out?


    I smiled and grabbed the Tome of Light, and I used the spell that had freed us on Sraosha, and like before, his chains were dissolved, and he smiled as he began to stretch.


    Sraosha: I thank you all for this. I¡¯m sure that word of my unbinding will quickly reach the Maestro¡¯s ears, and he will be furious. My one warning to all of you is to be careful. The Maestro has taken all this incredibly poorly, and even his officials are starting to fear him.


    Sraosha would then take his leave.


    I could hear it from Celestine and Amoi¡¯s symphony; they were worried, as was I.


    The next few days went by smoothly. Link and Justin were doing well in school. Link¡¯s grades were soaring while Justin was doing well in sporting events, and the two brothers helped each other with fields they were struggling in.


    We would receive letters from Sraosha, who was working to become a philanthropist and a popular one at that.


    But one morning I shot straight up out of bed and called out to Celestine and Amoi and told them something was coming. We went outside and saw four automatons. These were standard issue. Soldiers of Heaven, they resembled faceless mannequins. They were garbed in white and golden robes, their wings made from radiant light.


    Eton: Amoi, get in the house and protect the kids. Celestine and I can handle this.


    Upon hearing my statement, I assume both Celestine and Amoi looked to me confused. They were several individuals who believed that Whisperer Angels can¡¯t fight, but we can; we just don¡¯t need to. Amoi still did as I said.


    I then summoned my Ventus Bible; I then sensed Celestine. Create constructs made from light, and soon the fight began.


    The automatons soon got into formation and were preparing to use their Seraphim Drives.


    I heard everything, and I took a breath and cast the spell Stagnant Twister.


    Soon all four automatons were hit by a large twister of dark green air; the four soon fell to the ground on their knees as they attempted to purge themselves of my corruption.


    Stagnant Twister inflicts plague status on enemies; it can devastate humans, but on higher beings, it more so acts like a stunning poison.


    Celestine: Wow, Eton. I didn¡¯t think you could do something like that.


    Eton: less gloating, more smashing, dingus.


    I then took a breath and heard Celestine send his Light Disks constructs flying towards the automatons. The disks slashed and gashed at them, leaving huge marks, and then boomeranged back over for a second round.


    The automatons quickly purified themselves, and soon their joints began to click and grind. Raising their arms, they activated the spell Holy Arrow, and four of them came at us. It¡¯s a weak attack, nothing we can¡¯t handle.


    I went first again and opened my Ventus Bible and flipped through the pages and ran my finger across a certain spell, reciting it.


    The spell I was casting is called Myriad of Emerald Lances.


    In seconds, fifteen green lances made from wind formed above my head, and they soon flew towards the automatons. Some of my lances were destroyed, but the surviving eleven arrows hit the automatons, piercing them and destroying two of them.


    Eton: There we go.


    Upon being destroyed, the two automatons soon faded into golden light.


    Celestine chuckled and soon began to charge up power, and this time he created a javelin light construct and sent it flying towards one of the automatons, and it instantly faded into golden light.


    The Final Automaton simply retreated back to Heaven, warping away in a pillar of light.


    Celestine: That was close. Were those Alpha Automatons?


    Eton: To be more specific, they are Alpha version one automatons. Judging by their holy arrow attack, they were the lowest-ranking automatons.


    Celestine: The Maestro must really be going insane if he¡¯s willing to dispatch Angelic weaponry like that.


    Eton: It also shows that he still doesn¡¯t want to hurt you; if you think about it, he could have simply dispatched five Omega version 6 automatons on us, so he still might be holding onto hope that you will come back to him.


    Celestine: Exactly, but what about you? I had no idea you could fight.


    Eton: A lot of Angels make that assumption about Whisperers, but we are very experienced with Aeromancy.


    Celestine: Interesting, and here I thought I would be the sole protector of our family.


    Eton: Well, you thought wrong. I know for a fact that Amoi has some combat experience.


    Celestine: Really? Amoi can fight.


    Eton: Not much, but he has his uses.


    We both made our way back inside the moment we closed the door; Justin and Link soon came up to us excited.


    Justin: Wow, you guys were so cool.


    Link: Yeah, we didn¡¯t know you both had superpowers!!!


    Both Celestine and I were shocked they actually saw all that.


    Celestine: Wait a minute, you both saw us back there?


    Justin and Link both nodded; they even stated that they had never stopped seeing our true form for a long time now. Amoi came out and stated that he tried keeping them away from the window but failed a bit. The three of us then decided that it might be best to tell them the truth about ourselves.


    The three of us then led Justin and Link to the living room, and we sat them down and explained the truth that we were angels, why we left heaven, and we skimmed the details about our fight with the automatons.


    Link and Justin were actually pretty accepting of everything; that¡¯s one thing we can thank modern fiction for. The two then asked if we could teach them how to fight.


    The three of us then looked to each other confused, but we told them that we would need to think about it.


    We then proceeded with our day as usual; we made sure to tell the boys to keep the events of today a secret when the boys went off to school. The three of us had a long discussion. Now that the boys know about angels and automatons, they could be in danger. The Maestro could indeed target them as a way to get at Celestine and us.


    We ended up talking for a long time, but we ultimately decided that teaching them how to fight would be best. We consulted the Tome of Light, and there was a chapter dedicated to bestowing humans with angelic power. The chapter even describes a group of priests who were given angelic power and acted as the Maestro¡¯s enforcers on earth. They were known as the Excalibur Order.


    They used special weapons known as slim swords, and they were like rapiers, but the hilt resembled that of a cross.


    We each took a breath and decided that we would prepare Justin and Link for what was to come; it would be better than losing them after all.


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 Episode 4: Amoi鈥檚 Purpose

    Justin and Link were now 16 years old, and since the first automaton attack, Celestine and Eton have been teaching them how to fight, which has come in handy since more and more automatons started to spring up.


    I have been growing greatly worried for them with each attack that came. Justin and Link have been able to fend them off. I am so grateful that automatons create a distortion pocket that creates a clear battlefield for them to fight undisturbed.


    So far our boys have been able to succeed, and though I shouldn¡¯t, I do watch over Justin and Link often. That¡¯s simply in my nature. I am Child Praesul Angel. We protect children from disaster, and since leaving Heaven, I¡¯ve honestly been feeling displaced.


    Like, I have no purpose. Child Praesul Angels can only protect children until they turn 17; after that, our enchantments and blessings will no longer take effect, so in one more year, Link and Justin will be on their own, and the idea of seeing them harmed terrifies me.


    ????: Oh my, such a sad little angel lost on earth, devoid of purpose¡ªhow pathetic.


    I soon jump and look around, and behind me I see a 6-foot-tall man wearing a white fedora with a pastel orange stripe around it. He¡¯s wearing a coral pink-colored buttoned-up shirt with gray-colored skinny bell-bottom jeans and black flat shoes made from leather. His hair is tied in a ponytail, and his eyes are a mix of purple, green, and blue.


    This Angel is a member of the Halo Legion. He¡¯s a cherubim. They are angels who train animals and use them to fight. They can only have three: a bird, a canine, and a steed. Cherubim also serve as investigators for the Maestro.


    Amoi: What brings a Cherubim to a place like this?


    Cherubim: Hehe, I¡¯m simply inquiring about the mindset of you four runaways. You all left Heaven, and the Maestro has sent me to check in on your mental state. That is all. So, care to talk with me? Amoi


    Amoi: Not until I know your name first.


    Steven: That¡¯s fair; you may call me Steven, Steven Cheru.


    I know I can¡¯t beat a Cherubim in a straight fight, and he probably has his Symphony muted so Eton can¡¯t detect him. I can only assume because Eton had heard it, he would have notified me.


    Steven would then walk over and stand beside me. We both looked down at Link and Justin as they were studying in the courtyard of their school.


    Steven: So you''re worried about them.


    Amoi: Yes, in one more year my powers won¡¯t be able to keep them from harm, and they are such good boys, and I don¡¯t want to see them hurt.


    Steven: Well, it¡¯s only natural; it¡¯s in your nature to want to protect them. Child Praesul Angels all want their charges to grow up strong and happy.


    I would nod my head in agreement.


    Steven: So why don''t you come back up to the heavens? I''m sure if you''re sincere, the Maestro will forgive you and put a blessing on those boys.


    I would then jump back and summon my Padparadscha Sapphire glaive.


    Holding it in two hands, I would stare daggers at Steven and say


    Amoi: I would rather die than go back to Heaven. Do you know what my bureau was like?


    Steven: I can imagine you were one of the many angels assigned to the 5th world war 1900 years back, right?


    Amoi: Right, we were all doing our best to keep all those children alive while their home burned around them. We tried our best, and not a week later, the Maestro dubbed our efforts a waste of time and forced us back into the heavens. So many of my close friends tried to resist, and what did they get in return? The Maestro had their wings clipped, and they were cast down to earth and died. If I had said anything, I would have ended up just like them.


    Steven: Oh, I¡¯m well aware of your heartache. Amoi, I read your file, but Heaven has changed now for the better. Everyone is truly happy and without fear. Why not come back and see for yourself?


    Amoi: Because I know you''re lying. Heaven has gone unchanged since the Lord left us; he left us with a smooth-talking, vile hypocrite who wouldn¡¯t shed a tear for those he has abandoned.


    Steven would snicker before putting his hand to his chin and turning around. A dove would then appear, and it flew over to me and dropped a letter at my feet. The letter opened on its own and said


    Letter: ¡°They¡¯re forcing me to record this conversation. Act natural.¡±


    The dove would then summon a divine wind that sent this letter flying.


    I would then take a breath and say


    Amoi: Why don¡¯t we take this to somewhere a little more private?


    Steven: I agree. How about a subway tunnel in the big city not too far from here?


    Amoi agreed.


    Steven would then snap his fingers, and suddenly a white tiger would rise from the floor. This tiger was the size of a Honda Civic, and Steven happily hopped aboard this great beast and rode off.


    I would then spread my wings and fly back to the house. I then let out a sigh and told Celestine and Eton everything.


    They weren¡¯t too worried; we proved time and time again that we are stronger than anything Heaven could throw at us, but that is also because they were sending low-tier automatons mainly to not spook the humans.


    But this was a Cherubim; they are incredibly powerful soldiers who use Divine Beasts as their main method of attacking. I¡¯m at least more worried than my allies.


    Celestine: Listen. Amoi, if Steven sent that letter to you, it means he must be willing to dissent. I mean, compared to Heaven, the Earth realm has an allure that seems to captivate every Angel.


    Eton: Which is why they use those chains to keep us within Heaven.


    Eton would then walk over and hand me a piece of paper.


    Amoi: What is this?


    Eton: It¡¯s an exact copy of the Celestial Unbinding Spell. By this point, I suspect Steven knows we can set him free, and I say we free him. The more allies we have down here, the safer we can be.


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    Amoi: That makes sense. I¡¯ll be back soon, so keep me updated on things here.


    Celestine: We will. Don¡¯t worry.


    I would soon step outside the Celestial Unbinding spell in my pocket. I soon flew off towards the city. I only have one set of wings, but they are a cream-orange color, and they even give off an aura of safety and security when they are let loose.


    I hated my wings at first, but now I¡¯ve grown to love them. They really are special and unique, and I adore them. I soon made it to the city, finding an alley to quickly put my wings away. I began walking to the nearest subway gate. Going below, I entered the overcrowded space. Everyone was too distracted. I think the train was delayed.


    So I jump down on the tracks. Some of these humans try to stop me, but then I go running. I soon see a trail of golden-colored mist. This is an Aether Trail, and unsurprisingly, it goes mostly unseen by mortals.


    Though some truly special mortals can see it, they are incredibly rare. I follow the Aether Trail to a small little alcove, and soon I find Steven leaning against a wall, looking at a photo.


    Amoi: Is that a photo of a loved one?


    Steven would then let out a sigh and say


    Steven: Something like that. Get in here. We should be low enough that the camera feed in my collar should be showing static.


    I soon walked over and got in front of Steven, letting out a calm breath and asking


    Amoi: So they sent you here to deceive us.


    Steven: No, just you. The Maestro sees you as the weak link out of the three and wanted to see if he could disrupt your harmony by picking you off.


    Amoi: i see so you read my file learned all you could just to play the part?


    Steven: Exactly, but two decades prior, something happened.


    Amoi: Oh??


    Steven: When I was training in the Abbey to become a Cherubim, I had a close friend; she was training to be a guardian; her name was Diana.


    Amoi: I assume something happened to her.


    Steven: Yep, we both graduated at the same time and stayed in touch. We even started sharing a house together, but she signed up for a certain program.


    Amoi: the Rebirth Program


    Steven: You catch on quick. Yes, Diana was reborn as a human. She was soon moved to the Chamber of Souls, and recently her soul got placed into the body of a baby waiting to be born.


    Amoi: I see, so you want to be with her.


    Steven would then nod his head and would go on to say


    Steven: her birth Mother recently went into a coma; she had an accident, and due to my intervention, she still lives. Her husband abandoned her, and I managed to forge some documents in order to become her brother..


    Amoi: I see, so if I unbind you, what do you plan to do??


    Steven: I¡¯m going to raise the reincarnation of Diana as my sister, and when she is on her deathbed, I¡¯m hoping you can get her to shed her mortal shell.


    I would then begin to smirk as I recited the Celestial Unbinding spell; the collar around Steven¡¯s neck would soon shatter, and he smiled and hugged me. He then took me to the hospital where the birth mother of his sister was still lying unresponsive on her medical bed.


    And it was incredibly evident that the child was, in fact, an angel reborn. I saw a strong aura radiating from the extended stomach.


    It was amazing to see, mainly because I had heard rumors about the Rebirth Program. It apparently allows angels who sign up to have a second chance at mortal life, but you have to wait to be placed in the body of a human, and while you wait, your soul has to be placed in the chamber of souls. It essentially dilutes your angelic aura to get you ready for the body you''re about to be born into.


    But to see such an aura already radiating and Diana hasn¡¯t even been born yet is amazing. Diana must have been a very powerful and radiant guardian.


    I was about to leave when Steven took hold of my hand and said


    Steven: Thank you for this. Can I also repay you with something?


    Amoi: Sure.


    Steven soon wrapped his arm around my waist. I instantly started to blush. He took my chin and redirected me towards his face. His eyes began to give off an iridescent shine. My face began to feel incredibly hot.


    My heart began to race, and I could feel Steven¡¯s hot, steaming breath on my face.


    Steven: You''re just a little bird sitting in the presence of an Andean condor. Hehe, how frail and innocent you truly are still.


    I was going to say something; he shushed me.


    Steven: Shush, little bird, allow me to flavor your innocence, then maybe we can have fun later.


    At that moment Steven locked lips with me, and I completely melted in his grasp. My legs were like jelly, and at that moment all my senses were completely overwhelmed by Steven¡¯s embrace that became my prime focus, and it felt like we were doing this for 12 decades. When he pulled away, I stumbled but soon gained my balance. I then left.


    I returned to the farm at midnight, and I couldn¡¯t stop thinking about that sweet, steamy kiss. I soon got ready for bed, trying to sleep, but that kiss was all I could think about. I tossed and turned for hours.


    When morning came, I was exhausted. I soon told Eton and Celestine that I didn¡¯t feel well; they allowed me to stay in bed.


    And frankly, all I wanted was to kiss Steven again. To feel that scorching heat between our bodies. Thinking of what Steven looked like under his clothes caused an awakening in my pants. I was so caught off guard by it I didn¡¯t know what to do. When I touched it, I felt a chill run up my spine. I was so incredibly confused.


    I soon began to touch my member more, playing with it, and it felt so very good to mess with.


    I will spare you the details, but I had a blast.


    I soon had to take a shower and come back inside, and as I turned around, I saw Eton. He had a smirk on his face and said,


    Eton: So you found a new hobby, huh??


    Amoi: I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.


    Eton: Sure, and the thousands of microscopic screams I heard were just the wind.


    Amoi: I¡¯m sorry, I, um,


    Eton: Don¡¯t worry about it, Amoi; it¡¯s just masturbation.


    Amoi: What???


    Eton: Take a seat; you obviously are way past due for this talk.


    I took a seat, and Eton then explained to me what self-pleasure was and how it worked. Eton admitted that he does it every full moon, and he¡¯s even heard Celestine do it more times than he could count.


    I was completely shook.


    Eton then asked me why I started this now and what happened with Steven. I got incredibly blushy and explained everything. Steven was the only thing on my mind the past few days, and then there was a knock at the door.


    Eton: I assume that Steven or another angel is looking for freedom.


    I quickly hurried to the door, and it was, in fact, Steven. I then stood in the doorway with nothing but a towel covering my body, my face as red as a tomato, with Steven admiring my shocked face.


    Eton: oh wow this guy must be a hunk to make your heart beat this fast Amoi


    Steven: Hehe, anyway, I came to ask you three a favor, but I only see two angels here.


    Eton: Celestine is on his way back now


    I soon let Steven come inside, and I was about to leave to get dressed, but Steven stopped me by saying


    Steven: No, Amoi, you stay right where you are. I want you as is for this.


    I would soon begin to get excited. I soon sat at the table, looking down at my hands the whole time as my face got redder and redder.


    Celestine soon came home, and he was surprised to see a new face; either way, he sat at the table, and Steven began speaking.


    Steven wanted to experiment with the three of us. You see, in Heaven, four male angels would be penalized for meeting, interacting, or even thinking of what Steven wanted us to do.


    I was expecting Eton to shut this down, but he was surprisingly onboard with it.


    The boys were still in school, and conveniently, they would be going on a two-day field trip to a baseball game, so how the hell could we not try this?


    The four of us would then walk to the barn, and then it happened.


    Celestine took the lead; he started to kiss Eton, who lowered his ears, a mighty form of submission for a Whisperer. Steven soon swept me off my feet, and as I was being carried bridal style, he made sure to give me equal attention.


    Steven soon began to remove his shirt and pants; his body was like a work of elegant art. He soon took my wrists and pinned me to the ground as he began to kiss my neck, and I was like putty in his hands. My high-pitched moans filled the air as my eyes closed tight.


    Steven soon brought his lips down, leaving a trail of kisses across my body and down to my member. My breath slowly became heavier and heavier until he reached my member, and soon the whole room went dark.


    My vision faded in and out; I could only see flashes of what I was doing. I just felt the sensations of heat from our bodies and the mind-numbing physical pleasure.


    It becomes so amazing that everything goes dark, and I am sleeping.


    My dreams filled with so much joy and ecstasy; I soon woke up covered in remnants of golden seed. I then noticed that I was in Steven¡¯s arms. He held onto me tightly, and I stayed there for a good while, but then I started to feel cramped. I started squirming. Steven soon started to snicker, saying


    Steven: Oh, silly little bird, are you trying to fly away?


    I then began to gulp; I was worried I would get punished. Steven¡¯s voice was incredibly intimidating at that moment.


    Amoi: I want to get dressed, Steven. Can you please let me go?


    Steven: Hehe, well, first you need to pay a little tax first.


    Steven then reached his arm down, and he started to lightly squeeze and grope my member, causing me to blush and softly moan with each strong grope and fondling. He was able to send waves of ecstasy up my spine. I soon let out a full release right then and there. I was panting after.


    Steven then brought his hand to his lips and started to lick his hand clean. I watched on with tired eyes, but it became clear Steven could do anything he wanted to me, and I would always let it happen.


    Steven: you taste like Fresh Honey little bird


    Steven soon got up, grabbed his clothes, and left riding atop his white tiger. I soon turned to my side and saw Celestine and Eton close to each other. They were so close to each other. I soon scooted up to them, and we slept together. Soon waking up, we got inside and got dressed. We then proceeded to do overdue farm work.


    That was the best moment of our lives, and it honestly made our bond even stronger when Link and Justin came back. I even helped out with the training this time, teaching them some healing arts to help them out.


    And Steven would reach out from time to time, and we would go on dates. I would then help him to get an apartment and fill it with things for him and his baby sister. Steven would then ask me to help him learn how to care for a human baby, and I did.


    But this did inspire me; I would go out and get a job at a daycare in the big city with my wings. The commute was no problem, and I soon found myself greatly loved by the children; they were incredibly sweet.


    I had a boyfriend, a fulfilling job, and a loving family. What more could I want?


    <h2 style="text-align: center"><u>End of Episode</u></h2>

 Episode 5: Link and Justin, the twins who were loved by Angels

    Justin and I are currently entering the house. Eton was busy cooking; without turning around, he says,


    Eton: You kids like chicken Caesar salad with ranch, right?


    Link & Justin: of course


    Eton: Ok, then take a seat.


    My brother and I would then take a seat at the table, and Eton brought over a bowl of salad for each of us and soon took a seat across from us.


    We then began to eat, and like always, it was perfect. Eton himself was simply drinking a cup of water.


    Justin: So how were things here, Eton?


    Eton: a lot quieter, like always. Amoi is currently at work in the city, and Celestine took our produce to town to sell at the market.


    Link: Don¡¯t you guys want to be more than farmers?


    Eton: Not really, no.


    Justin: Really, because you guys are divine angels, I¡¯m sure you guys could do so much more. You guys could rule the world.


    Eton: But we don¡¯t want that, Justin. Trust me. Heaven was a literal nightmare, and here we¡¯re all free.


    I would then roll my eyes. Eton Celestine and Amoi didn¡¯t really talk much about their lives in heaven; they just said that it was a nightmare and didn¡¯t elaborate on it.


    Eton would then let out a sigh and say


    Eton: boys One day we may be willing to discuss our past lives in heaven, but it¡¯s still incredibly sore at the moment.


    Eton would take one final sip of his water, and his left ear would perk up, and he would groan, saying,


    Eton: We have the company ready for your slim swords.


    Eton would conjure his primary weapon, the Ventus Bible. Justin and I finished eating and summoned our slim swords. By this point, Justin and I were seasoned pros when it came to fighting automatons. We actually had to deal with this sort of thing on a semi-daily basis.


    Stepping outside, our slim swords at the ready, we would recite a psalm, and our slim swords would become engulfed in ethereal light. My light was blue, and Justin¡¯s was red.


    Eton had taught us that the different colors that radiated off our slim swords were representative of our elemental affinity; mine was water and Justin¡¯s was fire.


    And soon they descended two automatons, but this time there was something new: there were four humans with silver hair and garbed in white and gold-colored baggy robe-like armor with silverish-white masks on their faces. These humans held weapons.


    One of them had a stave, and the others had swords. Eton would then speak up; he sounded incredibly mad.


    Eton: Damn, now he¡¯s using Malakhim. He¡¯s going too far, boys. You two handle the Automatons; I¡¯ll take care of the Malakhim. Understood?


    Justin & Link: understood


    The battle would then start. Eton would separate everyone by summoning a whirlwind. This did cause some chaos and separated the group. My brother took the automaton on the right while I took the one on the left.


    I soon rushed towards the automaton and started to slash at him with my slim sword. The robotic angel would wince and recoil in pain and would soon back up and start to wind up, preparing its Seraphim Drive.


    I then take a breath and recite the Arc Frost Psalm, and I point my slim sword towards the Automaton, and in an instant, a bolt of ice flies from the tip of my blade. It hits the Automaton head-on and completely freezes the Automaton, its gears and wires slowly grinding to a halt as I proceed to perform a series of slash attacks.


    I then jumped a distance away and built up Mana into my slim sword and then charged, piercing the Automatons armor and causing it to explode. I took a breath and then saw that Justin had finished his task as well.


    We then looked to Eton, who was fighting off the Malakhim. It was amazing to see Eton use wind magic to fight. He could create lances and walls of wind as well as spheres of wind to trap his foes.


    Eton would easily avoid their attacks and soon disable all four combatants. Justin and I wanted to finish them off, but Eton stopped us, saying


    Eton: You two stay. Where you are, these are not like the automatons.


    Eton then opened the Ventus Bible and raised his left hand towards the sky, and then four drops of golden light fell on the fallen Malakhim, and the masks that adorned their faces began to fade into golden dust.


    The Malakhim would then begin to rise, looking like they were in a daze; their clothes then transformed into normal clergy robes as they bowed respectfully to Eton before transforming into balls of light and flying off.


    Eton then led us inside. Eton then sat us down and started explaining things. The Malakhim were descendants of the second couple. Apparently, the Lord created two couples: Adam and Eve and David and Maria.


    While Adam and Eve gave into sin and were cast out of Eden, David and Maria were praised for listening to the Lord and were rewarded with divine powers, which they passed onto their children, who were dubbed the Holy Servants or the Malakhim. They still reside in the Garden of Eden. which was hidden after Adam and Eve were cast out.


    Link: so what does this mean


    Eton: It means the Maestro is going insane, which does not bode well.


    The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    Eton was deep in thought. It was at that moment that Amoi came home; my brother and I both smiled at him.


    Amoi: Hey guys, what¡¯s up?


    Link: We just fought two automatons and four Malakhim.


    Amoi: What!!!


    Eton: They speak the truth; the Maestro is abducting Malakhim from Eden and sending them against us.


    Justin: Wait, you mean those Malakhim didn¡¯t want to fight us?


    Eton: No Malakhim are incredibly peaceful; they happily stay in Eden away from the rest of the world. They wouldn¡¯t leave unless the lord commanded them to.


    Amoi would then begin to look worried and say


    Amoi: To use those pure-hearted souls like this is horrible, and sadly they''re too naive to know better. I''m sure the Malakhim you freed will go back to Eden none the wiser. They''ll probably treat it as being woken up from a dream they can¡¯t remember.


    Link: That¡¯s really sad.


    Eton: It can''t be helped; they¡¯ve spent generations in Eden, carefree in eternal bliss; it¡¯s all they¡¯ve ever known.


    Amoi: I¡¯m going to let Sraosha and Steven know what¡¯s up; if they haven¡¯t already encountered the Maestro¡¯s latest scheme, they will shortly.


    Amoi would then go back into his room to make the call. Eton would then advise us to do our homework, and we would soon go to our room to get a handle on it.


    My brother and I would always do our homework together, and we would help each other with subjects the other was struggling with. When we had finished, we decided to help with chores around the farm so things could be easier for Celestine.


    We would water the flowers and do some weeding. We would then suit up and get honey from the beehives. We would take a few bites of the honeycomb. It¡¯s a sweet treat that always needs to be taken in moderation.


    By the time we had finished all the chores, Celestine came home; he was happy to see us and was incredibly proud of our efforts. He then told the two of us to wash up, and he¡¯ll take care of the rest.


    After our shower, Justin and I would sit in our room and begin to do our thing. I would open my laptop and start looking into the criteria needed to be a teacher. It¡¯s a small dream I wanted since I was 12.


    This dream came from Celestine and Eton teaching me how to fight automatons, and I wanted to do the same, but normally I wanted to teach history to children, and I have been doing my best to fulfill that goal. My brother Justin wanted to be a professional soccer star; I was constantly telling him he needed something to fall back on if something happened to him, and he would eventually listen. He allows me to tutor him. which has greatly improved his grades.


    We would soon meet everyone for dinner, and Justin and I would tell everyone about a fencing match coming up, and this caused Eton to smile. With all the training we''ve been doing, we chose to take up the fencing sport to get some fun out of it.


    The fencing practice has also helped to hone our skills.


    Justin then agreed to do the dishes, which was really nice. Eton soon went to his room. Amoi then decided to do some shopping in town, and Celestine asked if I wanted to help with planting the seeds in one of the empty fields. I agreed.


    Under the light of the full moon, we proceeded to till and fertilize the soil. Before planting seeds into the soil, we would keep going until 10 PM, and by that point, Celestine and I were sitting on the porch swing drinking water.


    Celestine: You are doing so good, kiddo.


    Link: Thank you.


    Celestine: So are you still trying to be a teacher?


    Link: Yeah.


    Celestine: Well, I might be able to help with that.


    Link: How so?


    Celestine: That¡¯s classified.


    Link: Really??


    Celestine: Yep.


    Link: You probably have some hidden connection.


    Celestine: I might


    I would then roll my eyes and walk inside and get dressed in my night clothes and head to bed. I would then sense a light glaring on me. Sitting up, I saw that Justine was busy writing on his laptop. I groggily got up, rubbing my eyes, and said


    Link: Justin What are you doing?


    Justin: Oh, sorry, bro, I didn¡¯t mean to wake you; it¡¯s just hard to discern the keyboard keys at night.


    Link: are you writing something


    Justine: yeah


    Link: What are you writing???


    Justin: Just a little story. I¡¯ll stop if it¡¯s disturbing you.


    Link: Ok, but I would like to read it sometime if you¡¯ll let me.


    Justin: Maybe.


    Justin would then close his laptop and then turn off the light and go to bed. I was curious now; I didn¡¯t know my brother was creative like that. I was excited to see what Justin¡¯s story could be about.


    The next day would be Sunday, and that was normally me and Justine¡¯s day to go into town and do some volunteer work.


    We volunteered at the hospital as nurses; we didn¡¯t do anything serious; we were like candy stripers; we delivered meals, helped patients in the waiting room, cleaned bedrooms, got them ready for new patients, and so on.


    It was through this volunteer work that we got to know the elderly of the town, and since we were practically the only volunteers who wanted to do this sort of work, we were pretty infamous in a way.


    One day I was bringing food to Mrs. Mallory; her daughter ran the local supermarket. As I was walking in, I saw Mrs. Mallory sitting up talking to her granddaughter.


    Her granddaughter was named Olivia, and she was known as the local town goth, and supposedly she made herbal remedies, which everyone else interpreted as witchcraft, so Olivia was avoided and ostracized by everyone.


    I soon spoke up, saying


    Link: Mrs. Mallory, your food is here.


    Mrs. Mallory: Oh, thank you, Link, you''re a saint. Could you help me, Olivia?


    Olivia: Sure thing. Granny


    Olivia would then take the tray for me and then give it to her grandma.


    Olivia: Granny How about I get you a soda from the vending machine?


    Mrs. Mallory: That would be wonderful, Olivia.


    Olivia would smile and then rush around the corner to the vending machine. I would soon walk over to her. This was the first time I had seen Olivia smile. She would also keep a sour face around others and look incredibly depressed at times.


    Olivia would then turn towards me. She froze for a moment; her face turned beet red, and she would awkwardly laugh.


    Link: Sorry, but I had to make sure your smile was real and not a fake.


    Olivia: Yeah, I imagine me being happy is a strange occurrence for someone who is widely considered to be a satanic witch.


    Olivia would then walk off with an angry glare on her face. I was about to speak up, but she turned to me and said


    Olivia: Thank you for taking care of my granny. It¡¯s nice to know there are teens out there who aren¡¯t assholes.


    I felt a warm feeling in my heart hearing that, and I would soon walk off to perform my other duties when our shift ended. My brother and I would begin walking to the bus stop. We were walking. Justin looked to me and asked


    Justin: So do you still wanna read my story??


    Link: Yeah, sure, I could barely get to sleep thinking about it.


    Justin would blush.


    We would soon ride the bus to the bus stop near our house and then walk home. I was incredibly giddy to read my brother¡¯s story.


    We got inside, got into our casual clothes, and after washing up, we would go into our room, and Justin would hand me his laptop, and I would begin to look through the story. It was Called three knights in a strange world.


    Reading on it, it was obvious that the story was about our Dads, Celestine Eton and Amoi, but it was romanticized with them being three white knights working to protect two twin princes from a rival country.


    I was glued to it, and when I had finished the third chapter, I agreed to help him with his story.


    Justin and I would quickly begin to collaborate. I mainly did the editing, and I would help with planning out the rest of the story.


    We would work on this story in our spare time, and eventually Celestine found it, and he really loved it. He even told us he sent it to a publisher, and my brother and I were incredibly shocked but excited. I mean, we thought our story was just OK, not great, but OK.


    We continued on after a month of hearing nothing, and we would soon graduate from high school, and it was a great day. Celestine was in tears, and Eton spoiled us with a fancy dinner, and Amoi, well, let¡¯s say he was at home crying, mourning us because we would be leaving for the next step in our lives.


    As we were eating, we would be visited by a woman named Alexis Andrews, and she came to talk to us about our book and how amazing it was. My brother and I were blown away by her praise, and she even said she had made a prototype copy for us, and the book she created was amazing.


    She wanted to work with us, and in fact, she had a contract written up that said we would have a full say on what happens in our book. Justin and I looked at each other. This was a new opportunity for both of us. Looking to our fathers, they fully supported us, and soon we were working with Alexis, and not a year later, our book was flying off the charts, being sold left and right. Everyone loved the characters and the world we had created.


    With our funds, we would eventually move out. We told our dads we would continue with our plans for college, and with a sad goodbye, we left that farm that had forever nurtured us, and we would start anew.


    I just have to say thank you to our dads because they didn¡¯t have to raise us, but they loved us like we were their own, and that will always stick with me, but sadly due to our knowledge, we still had to deal with automatons, but thanks to our dads, we could weather any storm.


    <h2 style="text-align: center"><u>End of Episode</u></h2>