The Archangel's Daughter (Book 1 of The Angel Chronicles) EDITING PROCESS

"Then your intentions are good, but your reasons are not," Metatron conveyed. Michael looked up at him. "Though we interfere with these mortal, do remember that they are thinking beings."

"And what if her decision is against mine?" Michael asked. "Then respect her decision and accept." Metatron advised, with a tone that implied he was stating the obvious. Michael shrugged. Metatron walked toward him and reached for his shoulder, "Aengelle will be a great being, both divine and mortal. Trust her; she will be your daughter after all." Michael sighed and nodded. "Now, let us welcome her to the mortals’ realms and soon to the Sanctuary." Metatron said waving a hand over the table; a mist appeared and in it, an image of a woman giving birth was come into sight. "Can't we just see her after she has come out?" Uriel asked, looking away as did the others, except for Raphael.

"Life is so beautiful." he said reverently. "And looks painful too." Nathanael said, cringing away from the view.

"Gabriel, what are you still doing here? Jehoel asked, "Shouldn't you be with the child? Clear her mind of all the things you told her about?"

"I'll be giving all that knowledge back to her in a few years, there's really no sense in doing so."

"Gabriel," Metatron reminded, "remember, a new born child-"

Gabriel shrugged "Must be clean of knowledge and be innocent." He then reached into the image and tapped the womb of the mother. There was a small flash of light where he had touched and he pulled back.

"No photographs in the O.R please!" the doctor shouted.

The Princes laughed and watched as Aengelle, the chosen Daughter of Michael and the Angel of Death for those who hold the knowledge of the Truth, was born in the mortal's realm.
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Eighteen years later, in the household of the Cayce family, an old man was having a discussion with a little boy who was crying, but the man kept his eyes on the papers in front of him.

"But I don't want to leave you again grandpa." the boy wailed. His grandfather sighed and rolled his eyes, "We've been through his Ashtonn." The old man says as he fixed the papers on his table. "I promised your parents that I’d give you a normal life and that is not here."

"But I don't want to go!" the boy argued again, stomping his foot. The old man, Master Chzarles, sighed and looked at the boy, “It will be safer for you and your brother if you stay at NSA.”

“But what if Aengelle comes?” Ashtonn asked. Master Chzarles smiled, walked toward the boy and knelt in front of him, “Then I will welcome him; I must give way to your brother. What did I tell you about Aengelle?”

“That he is good.” Ashtonn answered, “That he is the one who will cleanse you and take you to heaven.”

“That’s right.” Master Chzarles nodded, “There is no need to fear or be mad at him; do you understand?” Ashtonn nodded and wiped his tears with his sleeves. Suddenly, the door burst open and a guard entered, a gun in hand. Master Chzarles stood up and faced the guard. “What’s wrong John?”

“We’re under attacked, Master Chzarles.” Master Chzarles reached for Ash’s hand and held unto it, “Who is it?”

The guard frowned, “I think it’s the assassin, Master.”

“Aengelle…” Ashtonn whispered. Then he felt his grandfather’s hold of his hand loosen. He looked up at his grandfather and saw him smile. “Very well…” Master Chzarles said, “Go find Romeo Lee and stay with him. Everything must go as planned, the boys will leave for NSA tomorrow-“

“No!” Ashtonn shouted.

“Whatever the outcome of tonight is.” Master Chzarles continues and raised his voice. “Am I clear?”

“M- Master…” John stammered, surprised. “I asked if I made myself clear.” The guard gave a weak nod, “Yes Master.”

“Good, now go find Romeo Lee and guard him; Ashtonn will stay with me. Tell the men to pull back. Let him come, it’s time.”

The guard bowed, “It has been an honor serving you Master Chzarles, a great honor.” Master Chzarles smiled, “Thank you John, I am thankful having you and our men at my side. I hope that you will serve my grandson as you have served me.”