ANGEL DIARIES

            At one of the meetings on the Mount, something new was introduced. The angelic masses gathered on the Mount not for rehearsals or concerts but rather for speeches and discussions. Each angel would be given the chance to present their views on certain matters or bring up any request they wished to make. These sessions were sprinkled with times…

In the days before the concert, Lucifer began to take a greater hand in tutoring the orchestra. Ventrilo, though present, was more of a conductor in name than in function. Lucifer would give the directives and Ventrilo would carry them out. Although Ventrilo did as he was told, it was becoming increasingly apparent that there was a forming rift between…

Magnificent. That was the only word Ariel could use to describe his home. The structure was made of pure crystal that, amazingly, was not reflective or translucent. It simply glimmered like solid water. The floor was made of white marble tiling. Angels did not need to sleep or even rest, but a living quarters provided a secluded place where one…

Joel bit his upper lip, then said, ‘You mean the Myriad went into the Mountain through this hole?’ ‘Exactly,’ Ariel responded. Gaius knelt over the hole. Gingerly, he placed his hand over it and an expression of surprise came to his face. ‘It is warm.’ ‘But how do we get in?’ Joel began, ‘we cannot fit through such a tiny…

He could sense the thunder filling his ears as his consciousness emerged into existence. Like a cascade of light, his form took shape—first his face, then his torso, then his hands and feet. In mere moments, he stood complete, dressed in an elaborate white tunic that stretched down below his knees. His bronze hair framed a chiseled face and eyes…