The Omega Existence

Chapter 15

“So you plan to just ride the waves of terror that he will cast down at us? We shall have no souls left by the time he is done with Earth.” Elijah smiled as he imagined the horrified look upon all the wretched souls that were fated to suffer the glorious love of their so called god.

“Their curses will be a beautiful song that shall ease my heart at its every chorus, but no. I shall not sit in squander whilst they wait in the angelic realm, planning their attack. This is why I needed you old friend. We need to raise the gates upon this plane.” Elijah smiled as Azazel glared at him angrily, he knew the task required of him, and he knew it would not be easy, but the price of freedom rarely comes easily.

“You intend to attack?” Azazel concluded his deep blood red eyes began glinting with anticipation as he bared his blackened tusks.

“Attack? No, Azazel, you misunderstand. I intend to destroy.” 

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Uriel couldn’t remember a time when the hall of the Father had ever been so crowded. He stood, arms crossed before him on the raised platform besides the far left throne, the one reserved for their yet to be discovered leader. He glanced towards the mountainous pillars of marble that lined the length of each side of the hall and noticed Ophanim, powers, Domains, and all ranks of angels gathering between each pillar, creating walls in which to keep the sea of souls contained. The martyrs were outraged, ravenous with a deranged anger that belied their truly wondrous and controlled lives on Earth.

They threw curses down upon the creatures that wronged them and his fallen brother that had led them so astray. Thousands of years of tortured suffering and cruelty beyond mention had boiled together to erupt against the office of God demanding an absolute justice that would soothe their souls. A justice that echoed within Uriel’s aching heart. It reminded him of the days when the Lord God was not so patient with those who did not believe.

“I know it was written, but truly, did any of us realise the magnitude of such an outcry?” He heard Gabriel ask him from his spot besides the Son’s throne.

“How many souls here would have read those scriptures before, and understand the power they now hold?” Uriel replied as he felt Raphael and Michael shimmer in behind them. The two had impeccably similar timing for Uriel’s comfort, he knew they were at odds after the release of Azazel, but he hoped it was a rift they would be quick to mend.

“Just in time brothers,’ Gabriel greeted as he glanced over at the two of them who had quickly moved aside, Michael to stand beside Gabriel and Raphael besides Uriel.

“I’m glad they aren’t joining me in Lest’eriel” Raphael muttered as he looked out towards the crowd.

The crowd’s tears and cries became a wave of hushes and mumbles before not even a whisper could be heard among them. Uriel heard the footsteps and turned to see the Son approaching his throne on the right hand side just before where Gabriel and Michael Stood.

“My children,” he stood before them and greeted with open arms as wide as his smile. A mass of greetings and praises erupted from the crowd before reverting back to their hushed whispered tones as the Son lowered his hands.

“I have heard your pleas and cries for justice, I have felt the pain and suffering of each and every one of you. I love every single one of you, so dearly. The father of lies has tested you, hurt you, lied to you, abused you in mind, body and soul, yet I have brought you home to me for you stood firm, and so did your faith.” Another song of praises echoed throughout the room as the martyrs screamed their joy and stories of their unyielding faith.

Uriel watched in awe as the souls seemed to pulse in unison their ties to the lord becoming one. Deep down he felt a twinge of envy that they could be joined so closely to the Lord God. He glanced aside to Raphael and wondered if he felt the same. These tides upon tides of small, short lived creatures had been given a gift so incredibly bountiful that their minds couldn’t even comprehend the magnitude of such a gift.

“From now on my children, you shall be living with me in the kingdom of God, here in Zion. These four Archangels beside me shall release the fifth seal and open the gates of Zion to you all. I give you my word, that those who have caused you to suffer, shall in return suffer a fate tenfold.”

The celebrations burst forth with a plethora of voices singing their praises to the Lord, and Uriel was amazed at the pureness and the all-consuming love that resonated inside each one of them. Perhaps that was why the Lord loved them so, for their ability to become so absorbed, so single minded in their absolute love for him.

He spun around to face the scroll, once again secured inside the multitude of ingenious barriers that even he could not follow. Before they had begun releasing and resealing the barriers, it had been thousands of years since any of them had used so much power; indeed he was sure they all were cautious in how much they could actually release without destroying themselves. Now however, they were all far more confident in their own abilities. The four Brothers swelled in power as they unleashed a conjoined force of pure energy, their souls, usually kept bound, tore apart at the edges as they released some of the ever present barriers that kept their souls confined, letting their souls burst forth to be controlled and directed by Raphael.

Uriel watched carefully as he followed his brother’s weaving and countering, as if watching a master threader at work creating a quilt of unimaginable complexity. He couldn’t keep up with his brother’s speed as he directed waves of energy through the complex barriers, finding key points that only Raphael could see. The barriers began melting away, one by one until none remained, yet even then Raphael continued his weave, completing some invisible task that no others could follow.

When it was done, Raphael nodded before backing away from the scroll slowly. Uriel redirected his soul to connect to Raphael, feeding his unique healing ability within his brother to help ease what he knew would be a uniquely exhausting burden. His heart blossomed as he watched Raphael smile in appreciation, happily accepting the aid.

The Son of God walked slowly towards the scroll, lifting it up and over his head for the souls below to see as they all now stared in amazement.

“And so I declare the Gates of Zion open, the blood of the Martyrs is accepted and shall all those remaining tremble with what is to come.” The Son announced as the heavens rocked with his words, sending echoes throughout the Angelic realm and further to resonate around the Earth.