Alizel's Song

Alizel's Song is the first novel in the Angel Wars series. I'm going to be rewriting human experience as seen through the eyes of an angel named Alizel. It interprets history and legend as part of a larger heavenly battle. The series attempts to reconcile scientific and religious thought, and fill in details of the role of angels in the fate of humans. The first book deals with the creation of the world and the great civil war in heaven. 

“In the beginning God created heaven and earth”

            At least, that’s how they would describe it 15 billion years later. Shortly after that— so short, in fact, that it was almost no time at all, they’d call it the “Big Bang.” It was quite an odd name, for it was neither big—at least not until 10^-37 seconds after it started— nor a bang, for this was long before the formation of even the simplest element, let alone air. Without air, there was no sound, and certainly no bangs.

            But that’s how humans worked. Things had to be explained in ways that they could understand. Try to let one see too far and the door to their mind would slam shut in your face. It was like trying to teach a rock to jump. The mentality just wasn’t there. This rule couldn’t ever be broken for any human, even for Him.

            I wasn’t about to question God, for if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this it’s that His plans far outweigh what even we can see. Every time we thought we had figured out something fundamental, he always sprung a surprise on us. I’d be talking from a very different place right now if I hadn’t learned to trust Him from the beginning.

            I’m not vain enough to kid myself. You’re not really interested in my story. You’ve probably never even heard of the name of Alizel. But I know the story that you want to hear. I know it because I was there— not always in the front lines, but lurking behind the scenes. And I’m not embarrassed to admit I’m a gossip, because someone has to get the facts straight. So I wrote down what I saw and what I heard, but I can’t say for sure it’s the way things happen. So let’s just say it’s for probably how they happened.

            This is my story.

 

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            Uriel, Asmodeus and I watched it, uncertain of what it could mean. The mass was expanding outward, moving steadily. It was homogenous as far as we could see, and in reality, not all that interesting. It was like watching a ball being inflated— not exciting until the ball was ready to play with.

            It had been going on like that for a few minutes. We all knew it was important, that much had been felt by everyone from the lowest unranked to the highest seraphim. We could feel in His will that this was an important event, but it was hard to imagine something like this being more important than the latest XXXXX.

            “I don’t understand why He needed to create another world,” Asmodeus said, leaning over the rail below which we were watching. “What’s wrong with this one?”

            “Who’s to say He’s going to stop at one,” Uriel chimed in. “Maybe He’s making a hundred, or a thousand?”

            “Maybe He just made ours first because it’s the best,” Asmodeus answered, a hint of worry in his voice.

            “Maybe you need to stop questioning His motives.” The voice coming from behind us was light and strong, radiant as a silver mirror reflecting the glory of the Father.

            We whirled, apologizing. The figure behind us was tall and sleek, crimson wings bursting from his shoulder blades. They were aerodynamic and smooth, and his cloak was brilliant white.

            “I’m sorry, sir.” I managed to get my apology out first. “But we just don’t know what’s required of us. We are all so very new.”

            “Trust in God is all that’s required. The rest will be revealed—even to you— when the time is right.”

            With that he smiled and walked away.

            When he was safely out of hearing distance Asmodeus parodied his expression. “’Even to you.’ Those Seraphim think they know everything. What’s his name again?”

            “Lucifer.” Uriel and I answered at the same time.

            “He probably doesn’t even know. Just because he hangs out with God all the time. I bet he wouldn’t talk to a cherubim like that.”

            I didn’t bother to answer him. I just kept staring at the sphere, expanding outwards into nothingness and creating space for itself. It had cooled significantly in the first few minutes, but I still couldn’t imagine what it would become. We watched it and tossed around our theories for a few more hours before shrugging it off and walking away.

 


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