WHEREVER BOOK PUBLISHING FROM RENEGADE COMPANY MEDIA
WHEREVER BOOK PUBLISHING FROM RENEGADE COMPANY MEDIA
Know this for I speak true.
I am Gloria, an Angel of Heaven, daughter of Michael, the first Angel, and Ethereal, the second Angel. No Angel is higher or more favored than any other, and I speak of them as first Angels as they have been witness to all things that have happened since, and have shared that knowing with me.
I, Gloria, suffered the loss of my mother when my uncle, Lucifer, fell from Grace and created abaddon. My father suffered the loss of his wife and chose to stop Lucifer and his minions from hurting Angels by becoming the Guardian of the Arch, the entry to Heaven. With a Blade in his hand, standing beneath the Arch, he became the Archangel all evil feared.
Both my father and mother gave their existence as Angels to protect me, their only child. My mother sacrificed herself at the time of the fall to keep me from being taken by Lucifer. He fell only to have me, a young child, and fill his insane desire for me. Knowing true, my mother told him she would fall with him, and he was sure no mother would leave her child. She fell, leaving me, knowing it the only way to keep me safe, and suffered as the first impaled by the serpent of the Satan, a monster, which Lucifer became that day from not having me.
Witnessing the fall and creation of abaddon, seeing his wife defiled by the Satan, unable to save my mother, on that day my father drew a line in the sand at the Arch over the path to Heaven. With the line drawn, he proclaimed any who were evil trying to cross the line would face doom. They understood doom meant the end of existence, something never known before the Archangel stood true at the line.
I have grown knowing that my father drew the line to protect all that was holy, but I speak true I am the one who knows he drew the line as I was on the other side of it. I am the reason Lucifer, the Satan, would wish to enter Heaven. To take me, have me, defile me, and fulfill his lust for me. I thank my father for keeping all in Heaven safe from such harm, and me from the fate my mother met.
Now grown, a woman, I am not as other Angels. I share my father’s mission to keep evil from our home. Of my own free will, I am a warrior mighty with Blade, one more powerful than my father’s, and I too have drawn a line. This is my story and why I have become the Archangel.
My father lost his wife, suffered and I am joyous as he has love true for Elsa, one who loves him true and they have union now. Growing up warrior, I have taken my father’s mantle to give him time to be with his love. He knows that I am as he is. We both lost Ethereal, and we exist to fight all evil from the Satan and his minions as the battle for souls never ends. I am proud to be as him, and to take the burden from him.
With the Archangel protecting Heaven and it’s Angels, the Satan found his only comfort by taking the souls and joy from the children of earth. Not born Divine, the children there were tempted by the Satan in the Garden and chose to follow him by eating from the Tree of Wisdom. Know this. I speak true. They had free will and made a choice. They gained wisdom and knew they would be cast from the Garden. Lucifer, forbidden Heaven, left them to wander without Grace, suffering the sin the demon had created. Souls, same as Angels, children have a choice to follow the Satan to abaddon, or ascend to Heaven and have the protection of the Archangel. Being carnal, they are born of woman, live and make their choice, then die and become souls once more.
I speak true that I see the line must be greater than the one drawn in sand at the Arch. I know that to be true, it must be a line between good and evil. The Satan shares his pain by corrupting the children as he corrupted Angels to fall with him. I made my stand at the new line, and spoke true to my father, and the Creator of all, that as the new Guardian, I draw the line between right and wrong, and it is I who will defend that line, not the one protecting only Heaven at the arch. Risking being a wayward child, cast from Heaven, and without my home, I told the Creator I will defend what was right, and allow no evil to pass whether of earth or of Heaven.
Know this, it is a new day for all who are good. It is a bad day for the Satan. I am Gloria. Archangel to all. Seek not my wrath or face doom. I, the object of the Satan’s desire, am the one who knows what evil is. I am the one who knows how deep his insanity has become. His only wish is to defile all that is holy. All that is good. All because he can’t have me.
With my father having joy at last from love with Elsa, I am alone.
I wish none to be harmed by the Satan. It was long thought he took souls of children to hurt the Creator. I confronted him with the Blade and commanded he speak true, tell why he created sin and hurts all children. He revealed all was to gain my surrender to him, to hurt them until I give myself to him. I am knowing that even with me impaled on his serpent, he will never stop stealing souls. That will never be. I will destroy him, stop him, but never be his.
Now a young woman, I long for a love. One true. I have learned that to be in love is beautiful and our greatest blessing. My father knows this and wishes me such happiness. I found a secret love, one I would find joyous union with, but he is not mine. He is one with April, who I love, and I learned what love is from watching her and my secret love. So strong was her love for him, she took me, the mightiest of all Angels, and showed me her wrath. She used no Blade, no might. She used her hurt as the mightiest weapon there could ever be. She spoke true that I was temptation to her love, and I must stop my tempting of her love. Telling me I hurt her was the mightiest weapon I have faced. She fought me for love and what is right, just as my father fought the Satan. I thank her as she showed me true that love is what must be protected, same as my father protected me, standing vigilant at the Arch.
I have great love for April and the man, T, and they love me. I learned the harm my girlish fascination with T had done, I sought to be forgiven, and being truly sorry, was embraced with love and kindness. I am thankful for such love has shown me what to seek in romantic love. T has been too kind, as has April. I was young and foolish, and rather than deny my feelings, they protected them and helped me find my way ahead. Both are a new form of Angels, born, not made, and of earth. I feel close to them as I am not like Angels in Heaven. I feel more child than Angel, and that is understood by my father and the Creator. I find myself attracted to men born of earth. I like that they faced the temptation of the Satan and all sin yet remained true. They are willing to fight for a righteous cause. I hope to be the righteous cause of one. I speak true.
I have met a man, just a short while ago, who like T had died, ascended, then returned to earth a child once more. In his death, I was sent to him for he was something new, a new form of child. The Creator wished to give him the choice to be an Angel, born of earth, or remain a child of earth to suffer temptation. There, with me, seeing the wonder that I was made to be, he asked if I would be most often in Heaven, or most often on earth. I spoke true telling him I battle the Satan, and I wage war for souls so must be on earth most times. He said as I spoke true, then for him, for now his Heaven was on earth as that is where I would be.
He was unique as the Creator would have him be Angel, like April and T. I have pondered his decision many times and discussed it with my father and the Creator. Meeting with them both, they looked at each other, my father nodding to the Creator to share what each agreed on. I was told the man had decided to be an Angel, at present, to me. To be where I am. The Creator said that was a child who had his eyes open and saw me more than Angel, he saw me as a loving woman he wished to be near.
I asked was he not just taken by my beauty, my majesty, my form? Shaking his head, my father asked if he loved Elsa for the same things? Was she not one none could resist? Allure, desire, temptation? Did he wish her for her beauty, her majesty, her form? I could not help but tell my father he spoke true, but reminded him he was enamored with Elsa’s pleasing bottom. Both he and the Creator laughed, nodding, saying that was a truly nice, but not the reason.
New to romantic love, I worried I may make a mistake as I had done with T. My talk that day helped me understand the man I told them of saw my soul, and that was what a good man does. I understood that like my mother, I was the most beautiful Angel in Heaven, but my beauty comes from my soul. The man saw that. I saw him the same way. I think of him always, and that feels wonderful.
He fights the Satan, without fear, with the blessing he has. He writes of the battle for souls. I have asked him to write my story. To do so, he said he would ask me questions, and I would answer. To let all understand such events, I would give him the vision of what I told for him to write as a story. This is his interview of me, Gloria, Archangel, and I asked only that he write true.
He has. This is my story, told to the one who understands, so you may too.