In Yesterday's Angel, the angel Azazel isn't a demon as often portrayed by Hollywood. He is a fallen angel, but not evil. He feels he isn't fallen because he feels the Grigori fell for the sake of love.
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In my research, I discovered a book
simply called Angels written by
Malcolm Godwin. This book is a wealth of information about the subject,
presented in an interesting and witty writing style. Even the character and
seals of some of the more famous angels are given, and he goes into detail
about questions you didn’t know you had, for instance, the identity of the
Watchers or Shining Ones.
Who the hell are they? Choirboys of the Ninth House,
aka the Grigori mentioned in the Book of Enoch (another interesting find!),
they were angels sent to Earth to teach Man. Unfortunately, they were a little
too zealous in the performance of their jobs and taught the use and design of
weapons. There is one mention of them in
the Bible, King James Version, in Genesis 6:2: That the sons of God saw the daughters
of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all
which they chose.
Have you ever wondered where your guardian angel stands in the
heavenly scheme of things? Well, Mr. Godwin can tell you!
According to the Hebrews, the universe is a hierarchy. The Christians
adopted this model of the Cosmos in which God is both at the center of the
Cosmos and the highest point of the hierarchy. Entities radiate outward from
His Presence, some being close to the center while others move further and
further away from the Divine Source of Light and Love.
Let’s look at the Nine Choirs of angels:
Highest Triad
1.
Seraphim
2.
Cherubim
3.
Thrones
Middle Triad
1.
Dominations
2.
Virtues
3.
Powers
Lowest Triad
1.
Principalities
2.
Archangels
3.
Angels
Guardian angels would be of the Lowest Triad, therefore, further from
the center of the Cosmos and closer to Man himself.
In my new release, an angel fantasy, Yesterday's Angel uses a lot of background from the Grigori as Azazel, the point of view character, was the leader of the Grigori when they fell in love and fell from Grace. The story is a love story in war's shadow, running along Azazel's being a conscientious objector to the Fallen in the war to end all wars--Armageddon. Both Celestials and Man fight for the fate of Man and the rule of Heaven. Here's the blurb:
I am,
and always was, addicted to love. ~ Azazel
Azazel
is a warrior angel, the leader of the Grigori when they fall from Grace for marrying
mortal women. Their other sin is revealing the secrets of Heaven. Azazel gives the
women the arts for seduction—mirrors, paints, perfumes. He gives men the
weapons of war.
Fast forward to the current day. Azazel lives in Las Vegas, but he’s bored and seeking a Purpose. He finds Nan—badly in need of his talent with beauty. She’s a sad, faded woman working double shifts in a diner. He determines to polish this diamond in the rough. Azazel never fails. His problems begin when he falls in love with his lovely (but married) project…and Gabriel’s Trumpet announces the Second War in Heaven.
Excerpt:
As
I strapped on a shiny breastplate bearing Lucifer’s seal, I shook my head. “Sam,
we’re on the losing team.”
My brother nodded and continued with his armor.
At the first opportunity,
switch sides. I belted my sword sheath around my waist.
Samyaza
frowned as he fitted a silver helmet with Satan’s sigil over his dark hair. The Righteous won’t allow us to fight with
them.
I tossed my sword, end over end, and as it
dropped, caught the jeweled hilt. If you don’t ask, you don’t get.
I
felt less certain than I sounded, but, as a leader, I must wear the mask of confidence. The nightmares flickered in the corner of my
eye. I shivered. Would I be one of the angels who ceased to
exist in a shower of colored sparks?
Again,
Gabriel’s golden trumpet shattered the expectant silence. Paimon’s bagpipes shrilled an answer. The bruised sky rained angels.
Wings of every shade and hue eclipsed the clouds, a great hissing in the air. Swords
flashed like wands of light, clashed with the clangor of black iron. The Hosts
were armed to kill.
Paimon
piped the Legions of Hell into battle to the haunting strains of Amazing Grace. Every hair on my body stood on end. We took
the field in absolute darkness, a smothering blanket that would cloak the
entire earth. A bolt of lightning
spotlighted a lone angel standing above the battle on an outcropping of
rock. As thunder rocketed through the
valley, he bowed, his golden hair sweeping the ground. He straightened, capturing every particle of
faint light until he shone like a gilt statue.
The most beautiful and evil of the Host smiled.
“Lucifer,”
I murmured under my breath. “Why isn’t the Morning
Star leading us into battle?”
“Do
I detect sarcasm in your tone?” Samyaza's eyes narrowed at the spotlighted
figure.
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