The Fallen
Final Cut (part I)
By JimmytheStone Inc
Copyright 2011 By Jimmy Schaefer
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Preface;
When I was young, like most of us, I had to read the bible. I never really understood it and the explanations taught me in church and school made even less sense. So as I grew older I sort of became creative in my understanding. These are stories that I’ve fictionalized from the bible. Not intended on changing anyone’s point of view, merely here to entertain.
I infused ancient mythology because it made more sense and added an entertainment value. Besides the two histories coincided together, why not combine them?
The bible was strong on violence and punishment and short on pleasure and reward. So here is a version that blends the characters into a realm of fantasy. Leaving the remnants of the bible, but combining them with the magic and allure of the ancient civilizations and mythical times.
If you think you’ve already read this story with a different cover, think again. It’s been re-written.
This is the Final Cut, ready for release product. That’s why the sudden request for money, just .99 cents. A mere pittance considering I’m giving you the first glimpse of the next Best Seller. Remember the prior release was free? That was because I didn’t think it was worth your money, just your curiosity. Believe me, this time it’s worth the investment.
The Creation
The blast of energy rushed through the cellular tissues invigorating the very essence of the new creation. A new life, just beginning, the moment was inspiring and exciting, the first breath.
The newly created being blinked its eyes. The room was dark and foreboding, but the creature was unafraid.
“That’s it.” Came a soothing voice out of the shadows. “You’re awake.”
The new life form rose from the table. It was awkward at first, unsure of its own capabilities. But from the outset, once its feet were on the ground, its movements were swift and graceful. It scanned the room searching for the source of the voice that had awakened it, but found nothing. Even in the darkness its vision was exceptional, its perception uncanny. It was just as the voice it was seeking in the darkness described it.
“You are perfection in motion my son.”
Spinning around rapidly to face the perceived location of the voice. In a lightning fast motion it held an extension to its mighty right arm and pointed the glimmering item in the direction of the sound. The eyes of the creature were glowing, piercing through the darkness, but unable to penetrate the creator’s protective shielding, though looking right at him.
Amazed by the feat of speed, intelligence and grace, the creator virtually glowed with pride, while his assistant shank in precautious fear.
“What’s that in the being’s hand?”
“Something as radically new as this creation, Frodo. I call it, the Angel of Death.” He marveled at the sight of the new omnipotent warrior deftly holding the object. “It fits the hand so well, together they are perfect destruction. Now nothing can stand in our way.”
The creature sensing it was trapped began flailing and thrashing the weapon violently throughout the laboratory destroying everything the device touched. Slicing through every object encountered with amazing ease. The creator stared in wonder of the new phenomenon while the assistant slowly made for the door.
“What if it were to escape?”
The Creator smiled at the terrified waif.
“It can’t…”
Suddenly the door the assistant was trying to slip out of burst open flooding the dimly lit office with brilliantly overpowering light cascading off the being at the threshold.
The Creator spun his head towards the intruder and rudely inquired.
“What are you doing here?”
“You have been summoned.”
The creator turned away from the being at the door.
“I’m busy.”
“It’s not a request.”
He waved his backhand in an attempt to dismiss the messenger.
“Tell them I’ll be there when I’m done. I have important work to do.”
“Not anymore, your mission here has been terminated.”
The creator spun around again angrily shouting at the angelic being.
“Terminated? By who? By what authority?”
“Come with me.”
The large angel spread its wings in a display of superiority. The creator acquiesced.
“OK, but my assistant stays.”
The angel reached over and plucked the frightened assistant off the ground and into its inescapable grasp with little effort.
“No. Both of you.”
With little choice, the creator left with the beaming angel of light closing the door behind, leaving the new creation in the laboratory alone and still confused.
In The Hall of Light of God, the creator stood at attention.
“Your being Chronis, Your Dark masterpiece, has crossed over the line between the Light and the Dark. This is unacceptable behavior. Your latest creation in your laboratory has no purpose other than that of destruction. It’s not hard to see where this path is leading.”
The creator spent a moment viewing his accusers intently. Then he began his defense.
“My goal is to improve what we have by creating a whole new paradigm. Merely building upon the existing only modifies stagnant ideas. To truly create something new, you must first remove the old. True order can only be achieved through chaos.”
The counsel of God listened to the point presented and whispered among themselves before their collective voice of reason responded.
“Darkness must not overcome the light. It is our way; balance is the only way of God. This law is unchangeable. You seek to change not only Heaven, but the laws of God. For this Moloch, you are now sentenced to serve your creation Chronis in this attempt to overturn order. Chronis is now your master; you are now the slave. We will determine the outcome of your latest creation. We wish mercy on your soul.”
The creator began to be dragged away by Aeon, the same Supreme angel that had delivered him for judgment, all the while shouting out to the Godhead.
“No! You can’t take away my greatest creation, it isn’t finished yet!”
The final words rang back from the Godhead to the dark artist.
“Darkness you created, darkness you shall be.”
The clamor slowly died down as the creator was led away from The Hall of Light.
Another being this one female entered before the Godhead unescorted.
“You have sent for me?” She bowed before them.
“We trust you know what your brother was up to?”
“We are twins, I know full well what he was doing. As do you. He was a brilliant artist, the best. But he developed pride. Pride is an abhorrence to all we value, his sins he did alone. I wish him well in his servitude and hope he repents of his evil ways.”
The Godhead accepted her response, and then asked.
“The creation in his laboratory…are you familiar with it?”
“I know little of it, though I assume it is dangerous.”
“Very. Proceed with caution. It was created in the Dark, You are of the Light, see if you can bend this one to the neutral that lies between you and your brother.”
“From what I understand he created this thing with willpower, with a soul, I will temper its desires toward you. If I succeed it will serve you as master. But it will not know why, you will be foreign to the being.”
“That is fine. That is our hope. Heaven is broken, we believe that which your brother created to destroy us will eventually save us fro
m his calamity.”
“I will do my best.” She bowed low while being dismissed.
On the great plain of Heaven Chronis was laughing, mocking his former friend, Gabriel. He was an enormous giant. Created to be the strongest force in the universe. He was and had been the guardian of the Dark side of Heaven.
But on a whim he had ventured into the light. Frightened at first by the new sensation, he hesitated. After he realized he had survived the initial shock, he took another step. Upon seeing his shadow that now followed him he claimed the space it occupied for his own. This simple act had created an imbalance.
Feeling the rush of power from becoming greater than his counterpart on the side of the Light, he claimed all of Heaven as his own. This was the start of the war. Since then the war had turned ugly. From the first simple act of childish aggression it had sprouted into a raging conflict.
Chronis was displaying extreme power over the forces of the light. His size and strength were unmatched and his shadow was even more powerful. The shadow of Chronis would suspend the existence of any angel of the Light caught in its grasp. The plain of Heaven was littered with these unmoving trapped angelic souls, frozen where they met and lost to Chronis in battle.
The dark angels began to slowly follow their leader into the realm of the light, further tipping the growing imbalance of Heaven. This seemed to please Chronis’ new slave who seemed to be more of a leader than a follower. Despite the heavy collar and the chains that bound him in servitude to Chronis he commanded the giant’s actions.
The Forces of the Light had been under the command of Gabriel, the wisest of Angels for as long as could be remembered. But despite his intelligence he hadn’t anticipated this.
As the sun rose on a new day he stood with his face in the wind. He could smell his opposition’s hunger on the lingering breeze. He was grateful the wind was blowing this way. He didn’t want Chronis to catch a whiff of the fear that was emitting from his own forces of the Light. They were Angels; they weren’t supposed to be afraid. But this morning that was consuming the thoughts of every one of them.
His numbers were dwindling; His command seemed to be fading. Gabriel was created to be the wisest of beings. But it was apparent that strength was winning out over intellect. He didn’t have an idea of how to stop the advance of Darkness.
He had requested an army to push back the increasing force of the darkness. But the reply to his request wasn’t what he expected. Instead of reinforcements the Godhead sent a messenger along with a lone new angel.
The message read, “Use this one wisely.” That was all.
Gabriel read the note in disbelief and let it slip through his fingers. It fell to the ground. It fluttered around his feet, then blew across the field and out of sight.
No army, no instruction, only a brand new being that didn’t appear that spectacular. He was smaller in stature even than Gabriel; he couldn't be a match for the dark horde that was amassing across the plain. The general stared into the cold wind that had began blowing off the gathering army across the clearing.
Gabriel decided heaven wasn’t going to send him the needed help. That this was going to be it. This would be their last attempt to right the scales of Heaven. So with a heavy heart he addressed the assembly.
“Today we make our statement, that we will bend no further, that we will stand our ground and that we will take back what was ours!”
The cheer that arose from his speech was less than rousing. Gabriel himself felt a twinge of hopelessness to what he had just sentenced himself and his comrades to. But he was determined to try. And he would live or die with the outcome.
The new being didn’t say a word, not a sound as the others let out their halfhearted cry, nor as Gabriel contemplated the eventual failure of the mission. He merely turned his head and faced the enemy awaiting the order to charge.
There was a gleam in Chronis’ smile; this was what he was waiting for. The moment had arrived, Gabriel had broke down and was giving him what he so badly desired; a bitter fight to the end. The slave bound to the unholy master was salivating with anticipation. He could sense victory and was plotting his revenge on the Godhead.
Gabriel took a deep breath, gazed in the direction of Chronis’ approach and then nodded his command.
Before his crew raised the battle cry, the newest member was off like a shot. Racing at incredible speed across the plain heading straight for the leader, Chronis himself.
Gabriel stared in disbelief as the fresh inexperienced angel sped to its sure destruction.
Chronis reared back his mighty arm to take a swing at the foolish angel.
Chronis’ slave though breathed a dreaded sigh.
“No…”
Chronis flung his deadly shadow in the direction of the rapidly approaching angel. The swift moving creature dodged the dreaded trap never slowing. Chronis had never missed before, he had never shown concern before either, but his smile was fading.
He made a fist as the being approached; he was going to unleash his tremendous strength on the foolish assailant.
The angel had his weapon drawn as Chronis fist swung to pummel the would-be challenger. But the fist was met with the blade of The Angel of Death severing the limb from the giant.
The brash young angel, so unassuming in size, was extremely quick and avoided the flying appendage.
The battlefield grew quiet, Chronis had not only lost his smile, but his sarcastic demeanor rapidly deteriorated as the realization hit him that his hand was in fact gone. He barely had time to notice. He took a momentary glance at the nub left of his arm. The slave bound to the gargantuan creature whispered in despair towards the assailant.
“No son, not like this…”
In one deft motion the warrior swung upward cutting through the chains that bound the slave to the giant freeing the slave with out slowing he then circled the weapon back around before Chronis could react. The blade struck the giant in the chest, piercing Chronis’ heart.
The explosion caused by the metal of the blade into the stony chest of the giant was extreme. The gust of wind blowing off of the elimination of the beast knocked over all the angels of the dark as well as the frozen angels of the light that had been littering the battlefield. Everything in the vicinity went rolling and careening round as if blasted by a hurricane.
Only the lone brave angel with its sword stuck in the beast’s chest withstood the release of energy. Standing alone at the epicenter. He was nearly invisible except for his silhouette and his hair blowing in the gusts, his body was wrapped in the array of light streaming from the fading monster.
Chronis destruction glowed in waves of colorful hues until finally shining brilliantly white as the Light of the Godhead before vanishing for all time. Leaving nothing behind.
The Moloch, the banished slave of Chronis, had been knocked into the pile of dark angel bodies. He pushed himself free, rose to his feet and gave a quick glance in the direction of his fallen monster. He already knew what he would see before he saw it.
It was his greatest creation, standing alone; holding the weapon that he himself had forged. Staring back in his direction.
The slave broke for the cover of the dark side of heaven as fast as he could move covering his face and hoping for anonymity from the warrior. Leaving Chronis’ stunned army in the realm of the light to face his perfection of destruction alone.
The angels of light all still standing back with Gabriel from where this being had started his assault came to life. They knew the battle was now theirs; they quickly raced to join the melee. They began running and screaming in the direction of the now fearful Dark army. The warrior didn’t wait for the reinforcements to arrive. He went right after the angels that had invaded this territory.
They were angels; they had never experienced fear before. It was new and terrifying. Panic, a foreign concept overwhelmed them. They began trampling each other in an attempt to escape the same fate as their leader, but to no avail.
The warrior was upon them.
His furious onslaught followed them deep into the realm of darkness. Gabriel unable to see him in the dark depths summoned his new captain’s return; otherwise all the dark angels would have succumbed to his fury.
The angels of the light were relieved and cheering as the warrior appeared from the veil of darkness. He was unmoved by what had taken place or the jubilation of the crowd, or the adulation of Gabriel. He felt it was only his duty, nothing more.
Gabriel put his arm around the young angel and inquired.
“So what is the name of God’s greatest creation, to whom do I owe my gratitude?”
The young being returned the general’s energetic gaze with a confused look, unsure why everyone was so happy.
“They call me Lucifer.”
“Well Lucifer, you’ll always be a shining star in heaven.” His other hand outstretched toward the twinkling lights in the sky. “We’ll name the morning for you…”
The Godhead was not happy with the outcome of the battle. But they were content with the Enigma. It had done its job.