Grand Angel

Chapter 26: Council Of Angels

Grand Angel was sitting at the peak of the mountain, his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

His back was straight while he meditated, lost deep in eternal and infinite thought. Very deep and slow breathing while his body was relaxed.

Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael were all standing a few feet away.

"No. I don't get it." Gabriel said, crossing his arms.

"It's art." Raphael replied.

A stone sculpture had been created by Raphael, a stone creation that resembled his body and face. Perfectly carved and meticulously worked on to be as close to realistic as possible.

Hair with visible movement and flow, a robe with folds and curves, and wrinkles etched into the face. Veins and tension visible across his arms and hands, even flexing with a raised finger.

"It's you right?" Michael asked.

"Exactly. Was thinking I should try something new." Raphael replied.

"I don't know...art may be too advanced for humans." Gabriel replied.

"I think they'll catch on." Raphael said.

"We'll see." Michael said in a very unconvinced tone.

Raguel and Remiel were making their way up the mountain. They were panting and sweating, feeling sore and tired from the long travel.

"Wow...what is happening to us?" Remiel asked.

Michael turned to see them.

"What are you two doing back here? Is everything alright?" He asked.

"We need to talk to Father." Raguel said.

Grand Angel's eyes slowly opened, staring at them before bowing slowly.

"What is it my Children?" He asked with a relaxed voice.
Michael raised his eyebrow while staring at his Father.

"The child..." Raguel started.

"Abil-Ili." Remiel interrupted.

Raguel stopped and gave her a quick look. She rolled her eyes.

"Yes. Abil-Ili...he is what we feared." Raguel finished.

Michael's arms slowly lowered while Gabriel and Raphael both looked shocked.

Grand Angel floated off of the ground, getting high enough before his legs straightened and he stood on the ground.

"He has similar gifts to us. Correct?" Grand Angel asked.

Remiel nodded.

"What?" Gabriel asked.

"He had these...figures made of clay and dirt. His eyes began to glow and they moved. They came to life. Acting like real, living things that followed his commands. His every wish, and yet they were aware and conscious. They had free will." Remiel said.

"So they had free will but did what he demanded?" Michael asked.

Remiel rubbed her temples.

"I don't know how to explain what I saw. He made them perform for him, but they created it all on their own. It was...incredible." She said.

Raphael looked at his sculpture, staring at himself.

His eyes squinted, as if he was thinking.

"Don't do what I think you're thinking of doing." Michael said, staring at Raphael.

"What? No I wouldn't..." Raphael was stuttering and struggling before clearing his throat.

"Anyways, back to the important news. What are we going to do?" Raphael asked, crossing his arms unconfidently.