We received art for the last vignette. Our editor, Spike Y Jones, is finalizing his take on the first- and second-generation kylen, and then will be adjusting some chapters. Meanwhile, take a look at one of Faith's vignettes from the book. Enjoy!
GMG Adventure:Stone Walls A Prison Make
lunged at them, his wrists trapped by the silver and gold manacles that secured
him to the chamber wall. The cuffs and chains were inscribed with the list of
crimes Batarel had committed, with Scripture, and with the words of the Most
members of the High Host watched, just beyond the length of the chains, their
faces impassive, though the Batarel’s pain was imploring them to assist him.
His tears smelled of incense and longing.
stood against the far wall of the cavern. He was here as an observer, watching
only, to witness that the three brothers of the condemned carried out the
orders of the High Host.
angel of affection, he was unused to the horror of judgment, but he would do
his duty to the Most High and to the High Host.
more so, Itqal had been unused to the fury of battle and the anger of its
aftermath, but he had been pulled into the war, standing armed, protecting the
Most High from the third of the Host who had pulled away, the third who had
followed the Red Dragon into sin, who had joined together in rebellion. And
though this watcher, Batarel, had not joined Azazel in his uprising, he had
observed the atrocities committed by the Dragon and his Dark Host and had done
nothing. Nothing to help either side -- a watcher indeed, and in the worst
who stood watchguard over the young in Heaven and on Earth, stepped close to
the condemned, sudden tears scoring his perfect face. “I am sorry, my brother.
But I saw what happened to the ones under my charge. I saw their remains.”
harmed none in the infernal war!” Batarel shouted, his chains clanging in a
minor key. “I watched only, and only from afar!”
speak truth for your part in the rebellion, although you did not call for us
when you saw the Dragon gather his forces, and this was held against you in the
court of the High Host. But you are judged not for the war, but for your crimes
against mankind,” Afriel said, “for your sins. There, on Earth, among the
children of men and among your many women, you did not protect the young. Your
crimes there cannot be numbered.”
The Most High has seen.” Afriel breathed in the scent of his brother’s pain and
spoke the words of the incantation. “You have been my brother in the River of
Time, but you are my brother no more. I revoke and retract all vows made in the
time of your innocence. For your crimes there is no defense.” Afriel turned his
back and snapped his wings forward over his body, hiding his face.
screamed in fury, his bell-toned anger the scent of burned stone.
stepped forward, and at his holy glare, Batarel lowered his head, gasping,
weeping, begging, “You are the beloved angel of God. You are holy. Yet you are
here to pass judgment on crimes I did not commit.”
my brother. Judgment has been rendered, punishment will be swift. Extend your
we shall do it for you,” Hadiririon said. Faster than Itqal could process it,
faster than if the seraph had moved through the River of Time, Hadiririon was
beside Batarel, his seraph steel sword raised. At the other side, stood Vohal,
his sword raised as well. Each seraph gripped flight feathers and pulled out
one of Batarel’s wings. Vohal shouted, “All glory to the Most High!” They cut
down, each with a single mighty sword stroke, slicing through flesh and bones.
Angelic blood sprayed across the cave walls. Batarel screamed.
seraphs dropped the wings to the floor, the magnificent plumage a carpet of
red-stained green. Batarel fell to his knees.
his emotions, turning his dark eyes away from the bleeding watcher, Itqal
pulled his battle-scorched cloak close, shifting his wings and his sword, the
blade scraping against the rock wall. “It is done. Seal the cave.”
his words, he and the three seraphs of judgment stepped back and to the other
side of the cavern. Though they could see into the cave with ease, the
condemned could not see them, could not feel them. He was cut off. He was
alone. He was now as he would be, throughout the rest of his eternity, until
the end-time judgment by the mankind he had wronged.
seraphs touched the cave walls with their swords and, as Itqal watched, white
light flowed outwards from the sword tips in all directions onto the walls,
across the cave roof and floor, brighter than the sun. Batarel screamed again,
a jarring clash of notes, a song of anguish, of loss. And the light rose and
rose, covering the watcher’s legs, his torso, his head, growing harder, an
adamantine tomb, sealing him in until even the notes of his grief were only a
faint vibration contained in the rock.
three seraphs of judgment spoke together, as one, repeating the words of the
sundering of brotherhood. “You have been my brother in the River of Time, but
you are my brother no more. I revoke and retract all vows made in the time of
your innocence. For your crimes there is no defense. For your crimes there is
no defense. For your crimes there is no defense.”
white light went solid, harder than quartz, and the light went out. Baratel’s
cries were shut off. And the stone began to darken and harden, drawing inward,
growing smaller, denser.
long ago, the small chamber had been part of a series of interconnected
caverns. Now the cave was to be left sealed until the end of time.
is done,” Itqal said, “by the words and will of the Most High.”
then, as the four left the dark cavern for the light of the mountainside, the
saddest duty it was Itqal's to perform. The angel of affection's head tilted to
one side, as if listening to a voice whispering from a distance. "There is
another. Our brother Darivos. Not a watcher -- a participant. Again we must
fly." The tear that slid down Itqal's cheek was golden in the sun's