Of late, the work of my daily life ( it pays the bills though ) had been hefty with the coming year end and pressing deadlines, so I have to admit I did not write for nights. I have even missed my daily dose of TV series ( downloaded from the web ) then. Today being a 'public day' from work, I am digressing more ideas from the web and other sources.
Who knows? Cupid may not strike but I am sure my keyboard will be tapping.
I leave you with an excerpt of Loki.
“Stop! I command thee
all.” Odin shouted once again. They finally stopped their attack, but the duo
was dead by then. Odin crouched down to the fallen Giant. He felt sorry for the
dead Giant, but that was the consequences of rage. He could have stopped the
attack, but he was also angry earlier. An anger which he regretted then, but
the act was done. The cry of baby was heard, and Odin looked to the source.
“It came from inside
the house.” One of the warriors told him. Odin looked to the blazing house.
Without hesitation, he rushed in and looked for the baby. He found the baby in
its cot. He grabbed it and ran out to the cold ground.
“Odin, there is one
more of his line here. Shall we dispose of it like what they did to our young
ones at the border?” The warrior asked Odin. Odin glared at the warrior.
“Have you not had your
share of the blood bath today?” Odin confronted his own warriors. “Are we to
lower ourselves like them? Killing the young ones, and feeding them wolves with
the bodies? No, don’t do that.”
None dared to reply. Odin
took the baby into his arms. The baby was still sleeping again despite the cold
weather but he had a smile on his face. On his chest was written in blood, the
word; Loki.
“No, this baby would
live. He would be my son. His name is …..Loki.” Odin declared.
“We
shall not step forth until we know who are you?” Micheal stood his ground. The
one named Azazel paused in his steps and then looked to them.
“Micheal,
you are ever the stubborn one.” Azazel sighed. “Nevertheless, I shall entertain
you.”
“I
am Azazel, an Angel but not fallen as previously recorded. I came here on the
wishes of God to guide you.” Azazel continued on. “God had seen it needed to send
me here to revive all of you.”
“Angels?
Revived?” Micheal spoke up in anger. “You made no sense to my thoughts. I was a
man of flesh and blood, and now aged but I stood for my belief and survival. I
believed in God as I was taught from birth, but I had not seen his mercy for
years. Now you showered me with images and thoughts that hailed me to what I am
not.”
“If
we are who you said we are, then showed us God. He would not dismiss us here
for years without hope.” Raphael spoke up.
“Or
leave us to the mercies of them.” Gabriel pointed to the lying mutant that was
still unmoving. “I had seen wrongs that even an Angels should not see. If we
are who we are, why were we forsaken here?”
“Maybe
I know, my dear brothers.” Uriel spoke out in a low tone. He then approached
Azazel and held out his hands. “God had answered my daily prayers. I heard of
Azazel. But if you are who you said to be, show us the way of God that we could
accept you? But remember this, Azazel; you were once a fallen Angel.”
Azazel
shook his head and then lowered his voice.
“God
had forbidden me to tell …… not yet. You may seek his words when you do meet
Him. But trust me, Uriel had spoken the truth. His prayer had reached Him and
for that He had send me. I was once like all of you, banished for I had brought
the wrath of God onto me when I led the brothers to this place then.”
“You
are the Devil? Satan? I read of you.” Micheal had more of his veiled memories
released. “Micheal, whom I was named after fought your brothers in those battles
and won. He was …. the champion. You were the one that Gabriel took to…. ”
“Your
memory did not fail you.” Azazel replied. He then went down on his knees and
poised to pray. They all looked at him as if he was mad to do that then when
danger was around them. Azazel then looked up and smiled.
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