Michael’s irritation began to grow. The woman had never been
in danger of actually being molested because of his presence and intervention,
but she had been degraded to the level of an object all the same. He was
irritated that a being with such superior power saw nothing wrong with taking
advantage of that power and using it against those created without it. He knew
another who felt he should be allowed to do what he wanted because he had the
ability. He also saw this same poison as it infested mankind. For a moment, he
wondered if it could spread through angelic ranks as well. He would report it
and hoped he could help stop it before it went too far. Right now, perhaps a
more peaceful lesson was needed.
“Do you know why the Lord created woman, Jeqon?” asked
Michael calming himself instantly to teach the lower angel.
“Of course I do,”
Jeqon was in no mood to be calmed. He let his irritation show through his
snapped out words. “They were created as a companion to man.”
“Correct, Jeqon, a companion for man… and man alone. Do not
forget this.” There was a slight pause as Michael waited to observe Jeqon’s
response, but there was none. Jeqon stood silent and motionless as though he
were a statue.
Michael continued,
“Seth passed; you observed. It is time for you to report the event to
Shemihazah as you were instructed.”
“As you wish, Prince Michael,” he replied with a slight bow.
“You can also inform Shemihazah that I shall summon him to
discuss the responsibilities which he possesses. I want to ensure he knows that
he need not send any of his agents to do or… ‘observe’… things that are outside
of their jurisdiction.”
“I shall do so,” replied Jeqon, as the anger rose inside him
and threatened to unleash itself. If there were a way to be assured he would
get away with it, he would gladly have taken the opportunity to teach Michael a
lesson.
“And as for you, Jeqon, I do not foresee any reason why I
should see you in Siriad again. You would do well to make sure this is so. You
may go.”
Jeqon irately pulled his hood back over his off-white pearl
toned hair and sharply turned toward the exit that led into the streets. He
paused, looking back over his shoulder.
“Very well, Prince Michael. If that is your will.” His words
were bitingly sarcastic, and once they were out, he quickly stormed through the
gate between those who were still coming and going.
For a moment, there was confusion among the people as a
burst of cold wind blew from the house, chilling those in its path to the bone.
Michael gave a sigh. “God’s will, not mine, old friend. I
fear you are going to take a path, dear brother, that shall not bode well for
you.” He then lifted his hands toward Heaven, and vanished into a mist without
any human knowing what had transpired.
The entire first chapter of The Corruption –
Book one in The Age of the Watchers – will be published on this blog throughout
the month of April.
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