The Andre Miller Saga

Andre Miller 20 The Missing

"You asked us here son of man." Said the celestial in the circle in front of Andre.

"I am well aware of that Krytarich, warrior of the 3rd host, and you are welcome here. I simply ask that you maintain a higher flight zone to not startle the animals and people of the city of Pinson. Though they cannot see you when you pass too close the animals and some humans can feel your presence and it can be disturbing to those not accustomed to your holiness."

"If we are to turn Pinson into the bastion of righteousness that you wish it to become then they will need to grow accustomed to our presence will they not?" said Krytarich.

"And they will, but the exposure to all of this divine energy at once is the human equivalent of being buried under 1000 pounds of holy mana at once."

"I see. While I have never been buried under a mound of holy mana, I believe I take your meaning. We shall increase our flight zone to 500 feet, will that be sufficient?"

"Very much so. Thank you mighty Krytarich." Andre said with a sigh of relief. He had been dealing with the same problem with every new wing of celestials that came into the city for the past 6 months.

"Good, I am glad we have come to this accord Andre of the House of Miller. I return to the heavens to spread the word of the new flight zone. Be well son of man." With the sound of flapping wings and the scent of hot stone Krytarich was gone.

Andre cleared the circle and leaned back into his cushion near exhaustion. There were over a thousand celestials in Pinson at any given time. Nearly 1 celestial for every 7 members of the community. The people, as a whole, were unaware of the army of divine warriors, messengers, healers, and others that were over their heads at nearly all hours. They simply knew that they felt safer in their homes and community than they had in any time they could remember. The borders of the city were a picket of warriors and messengers on alert at all times for a demonic incursion.

The nearby city of Birmingham, Alabama was under the control of an Infernal House by the name of Tchecha and they were on the constant prowl to find a breach into Pinson. They had launched several attacks over the past 6 months and each had ended in disaster for the demonic forces. Though they outnumbered the celestials, the infernals were outclassed. For each celestial who perished, a dozen or more infernals were destroyed.

The eventual goal of the celestials was the retaking of Birmingham as a whole, but that was years away from fruition, or at least Andre hoped it was. He got up and put his shirt back on and headed back to the house.

Caleb handed him a cup of coffee as he came in. "How goes the flight zone dispute?"

"I think I may have actually won. I had to compare their presence to being buried under a mountain of mana, but Krytarich of the 3rd host has agreed to increase their flight zone to 500 feet, and he is spreading the word among the host stationed inside of Pinson." Andre said as he sipped his coffee.

"Well, that only took, what, 5 different commanders and 5 months to get accomplished." Said, Tilly.

"Yeah, yeah. How goes the business?" he asked.

"Infinity Brand Ltd. is as busy as hell, ignore the pun. Just the warding side of the business is out 8 to 10 hours a day, and Frankie and I are constantly busy. Kyle is handling spells and anti and counter-hexing, and you and Caleb do all the summoning. On the upside, we're making money hand over fist, on the downside we're too tired to spend any of it." She laughed as did Frankie and Kyle.

"Well, at least we have weekends off. I thought I was going to have to organize a union strike against the management." Said, Andre.

Caleb smacked him on the back of the head playfully, "You are the management, idiot."