by Reid, Susan
Divinity:
Transcendence:
Book Two
Susan Reid
Copyright © 2013 by Susan Reid
All rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 978-1493738199
ISBN-10: 1493738194
For all of the people and beings, who make the world a more tolerable, loving, peaceful and safer place to live and exist. I dedicate book two to my children, and a high-five to my talented son, Andrew Thomas IV, for his amazing talent and help, in the design of my beautiful covers!
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CONTENTs
Prologue
I. Cam`ael
II. Starling
III. Starling
IV. Cam`ael
V. Starling
VI. Cam`ael
VII. Starling
VIII. Cam`ael
IX. Starling
X. Cam`ael
XI. Starling
XII. Cam`ael
XIII. Starling
XIV. Cam`ael
XV. Starling
XVI. Cam`ael
XVII. Starling
XVIII. Cam`ael
XIX. Starling
XX. Cam`ael
XXI. Starling
XXII. Cam`ael
XXIII. Starling
XXIV. Cam`ael
XXV. Starling
XXVI. Cam`ael
XXVII. Starling
XXVIII. Cam`ael
XXIX. Starling
XXX. Starling
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plot, places, characters, Biblical Names, and references, are meant for fictional entertainment and storytelling Purposes only . Any likenesses to persons LIVING OR DEAD, PLACES, AND Ideas, ARE purely coincidental. However, ANYTHING POSITIVE OR PROFOUND THAT may have been interpreted throughout… was intended.
“. . . In the way of righteousness, there is life; along that path is immortality. . . The living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing, and they have no more reward; for the memory of them is forgotten. . . Who alone has immortality? Who dwells in unapproachable light? Whom no one has ever seen or can see? To him be honor and eternal dominion.” (Ecc: 9:5; 1 Tim 6:16; Prov: 12:28)
“We have no knowledge of being chosen. We aren’t in control of that, any more than what we are, or where we originate. We can control who and what we become, by virtue of what we accept; what we allow to happen; what we choose, and ultimately— what we do with what we are given, both in life...and even after death.” — 3rd Tier Divine Warrior, Starling Marie Roberts
Prologue:
All was still and silent across the desolate fields of ash behind his domain. Celebration had abruptly ceased in the now darkened streets that had once been teeming with excitement, debauchery, and joyous expectations.
Broken bodies, headless corpses, and desecrated body parts of charred and dismembered beings, littered the bleached bone streets below. Very soon, they would all return to dust and be carried away in the foul winds. Their remains would settle and forever become part of the dead landscape. They were as meaningless to him now, as they had been in the first place.
Morning Stars’ rampage was powerful and destructive.
His anger held no boundaries. Male, female, and children alike, had all been slaughtered or obliterated in the blink of an eye.
Flaunting his magnificence in a miasma of violence, and deadly power is what made him king here. Sometimes it was necessary. This was most definitely—one of those times.
His displeasure and frustration was always unleashed upon something or someone else. He needed to kill something.
However, since that something was off limits, given universal laws, he resorted to torturing and slaughtering his own demons.
Drakael fucked up his plans, but he got what he deserved in the end. He was angry with himself for practically allowing him to do it too. He wondered what he had wanted her for. Could it have been for the same reasons as his? Possibly.
Drakael was not here to seek revenge upon though, but Cam`ael was.
What was so special about him? What had he done to deserve keeping his light? Because he remained obedient, like a fool? Like all of the simple fools that he created upon the Earth?
Cam`ael fell just as he had, along with all of the others in his original disobedience. They all looked to him and sought his protection once they had too, including Cam`ael. Cam`ael’s name is not the one that appears predominately in all of the Holy texts. His name was feared, loathed and revered, but Cam`ael was the one who still held a bit of glory. For that, he hated him with a passion beyond his original hate for
Elohim.
Elohim granted Cam`ael the opportunity to both feel and give love. The power of that emotion was much stronger than hate, and he knew that well.
Cam`ael had fallen in love with Starling, and she both accepted and loved him in return. He heard and felt that affirmation in her dying heartbeat. Though he already knew she would not remember him now, much less ever having loved him, the very thought rekindled his rage and hatred for Cam`ael.
Humans, Elohim’s most favored and loved of all the beings in the universe. They would be the ones who would become his slaves, and be ruled by him and his brethren, or die. He swore that with his newest army and creations, he would challenge and destroy his beloved Divine warriors too.
He smiled to himself. Yes, his newest project has been doing quite well and he was pleased.
However, Elohim has not been playing this wager fairly. After all, non-interference was his own law, yet he placed a hand in and helped them—helped Cam`ael. The very thought made him seethe with black power, his teeth
grinding with renewed dark rage that began to simmer in
him once again.
I am Abaddo`nai, Morning Star to those who have known
me the longest. I am the almighty, powerful
Ruler of the spirit realm, and soon to be—over Earth.
That was the one thing that he was certain of. No one…not even Elohim would stop him. He hadn’t come
this far to give up.
There were many ways to destroy something without touching it directly.
All he had to do was redirect Cam`ael’s attention and focus, to make him remember what he was—nothing more than a despicable Demon. He wanted him to suffer greatly. If that meant keeping Starling from killing
him just yet, then he would do it. Because without him, he
may not be able to get to her so easily.
Once she was here with him, he was confident that he would be able to convince her to accept him. Then he could take as long as he needed to figure out why she was
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sp; so—intriguingly different, yet strangely familiar.
He would start with the shield of glory that she had been able to draw upon and surround herself with.
The membrane of the light hurt when he touched it. It had nearly brought him to his knees.
No mortal, chosen or not, could have ever ignited that kind of aural energy.
Whatever it was, it was powerful. Something that powerful should not be left out of his sight to wander freely —let alone out of his possession. Her purpose to him had changed, slightly. He needed to claim her now, and it would have to be here in the spirit realm, where there were no rules. She would become careless at some point; he could almost guarantee that.
Love was the greatest weakness…one that could be infiltrated and used against the both of them. He smirked
to himself again as another thought entered his
elaborately, devious, dark and evil mind.
“My Sovereign Lord…” The voice was hesitant, trembling with trepidation, and picking up on his black
anger.
Morning Star turned his attention away from the
wide window slowly to face one of his top necromancers,
Lathus. Though he was a raiser of the dead, one of his
specialties was fertility and the crossbreeding of both dark fallen and hybrid humans. Lately though, it was between
the fallen and the chosen that they have been capturing,
while still mortal.
“This —had better be good.” Morning Star replied in a calm whisper of malevolence. It made Lathus shiver and cower where he stood in his long, tattered, dust colored robes. He was obviously attuned to the heat of Morning Star’ power. His black energy continued to spark in the air of his chambers. His great, leathery, char-colored wings were ruffled and splayed. They usually weren’t out, unless he was extremely pissed.
He, like all of the others, knew better than to disturb Morning Star, unless he specifically called for them. Figuring that his master would want to hear some good news, he took the chance anyway. Morning Star had not
called upon him, yet.
Lathus swallowed hard and smiled. He nervously wrung his wart infested, rotten-clawed hands together,
“Her will has weakened considerably and a few of her
eggs have been harvested. What would you like
us to do now, your eminence?” He asked.
Morning Star raised a brow, and his eyes narrowed.
“Have her wounds healed?” He asked.
“Yes, there was no bloodshed, none at all.” The necromancer affirmed, shaking his head fervently.
“Is she conscious?” Morning Star then asked
“Yes, my Lord.” Lathus nodded.
Morning Star paused, and nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. Telepathically, he called upon the demon soldiers who guarded his newest prisoner, to bring her to
him.
“Thank you, Lathus.” Morning Star smiled.
Lathus’ large, crimson colored eyes went wide with relief.
“You are most welcome, your magnificence.” he bowed
and began to slink away.
“Oh Lathus, there’s just one more thing…” Morning Star
called out.
Lathus stiffened and swallowed hard.
Protecting himself with magic, or even running would have been useless. One second, he was standing near the doorway, and in the next, he was jerked forward by an unseen, powerful force. Now, Morning Star’s hand seized him by the throat, pressing hard into his jugular. Lathus’
feet dangled from the stone floor, as Morning Star forced
him to look up into his calm, beautiful face.
The storm of a raging monster swirled crazily in his aqua,
blue eyes.
Lathus’ cry was cut short, as he gagged and choked, struggling for air. He was terrified of Morning Star, because he was enigmatic, and he towered above all of them. He futilely tried to angle his neck in order to keep it
from being snapped, given the impossible way that
Morning Star had him bent.
“If you ever enter my chambers uninvited and unannounced again, I will rip your head off and ensure that you are able to both watch, and— feel every sensation, while I devour your corpse. Do I make myself clear?” Morning Star’s tone was simplistic; yet most definitely, stone cold serious. All Lathus could manage was a tiny, movement of his head in a nod. “Yes, my lord. Forgive
me!” He rasped in a faint, barely coherent whisper.
Lathus had been dismissed. He was nothing more than a sniveling, coward who would never forget his place. If he didn’t need him, he would have taken great pleasure in tearing him apart limb from limb slowly for invading his privacy unannounced.
That was his ultimate pet peeve.
It never took his guards long to follow his orders. They had all been given numerous examples of what can
happen if they did not move quickly.
She was bound with magic laden chains, which separately linked each of her wrists, and her ankles together. The cursed, titanium plated gauntlets covered her forearms and hands, so that she could not wield her weapon. Whatever her essence was, had
been depleted and rendered silent while in captivity. She
stood inside a magically drawn circle that restricted her
movement and prevented her escape.
She had no other choice but to stand before and face her new master.
She was no longer defiant, angry, or loathing. Well, maybe loathing, but there was both pleading and surrender in her eyes now. She had finally been broken after days of mental, visual, and physical torture. The powerful scent of her sweat, fear, pain, and hate was inebriating to him.
Her bones had healed. The bruises were now gone, and the glimmer in her hazel eyes had faded into vacant, dead pools.
Just the way he wanted her.
He grinned, examining the distant look in her eyes.
“What’s up girl?” Morning Star spoke first, using the lingo that a girl of her age and background would find the least fearful.
She didn’t respond or blink.
“No hard feelings right? Trust me; the worst is over, maybe.” He smiled, as he began to pace and circle around her. “It will all depend on you. As you’ve seen, pain can be very persuasive,”
He stopped and leaned in close behind her. Her hair was soiled with both her own perspiration and that of demon funk. “And so can pleasure…” His spoke into her hair.
His voice was a sensual whisper that startled her, pushing a pleasurable moan from deep within her throat. Her knees quivered, and her body trembled in response to the thrust of charged, erotic energy that he forced fully into her. Normally, it would be near impossible to seduce a divine warrior, but her will and spirit had already been broken. He smiled with brief satisfaction.
This was going to be too easy, he then thought with disappointment. He sighed, narrowing his aqua blue eyes at her. “You’ve lasted this long. If you’re still sane when I’m done…I’ll let you go free.” He grinned.
For the first time, she blinked. Her expression conveyed confusion, alarm, and a slight glimmer of hope. Morning Star couldn’t help but chuckle at her gullibility.
I. Cam`ael
All has been quiet and calm on Morning Star’s end, even in the human realm since Starling’s death— so far. I didn’t expect that there would be much done or said on his part since his last gathering. The music show and the massive, planned fire that purposefully claimed many souls and humans while still in their mortal forms, was sadly just one of his many infamous traps.
I think that witnessing Drakael’s instant, graphically tortuous and painful annihilation at the hands of Elohim, was enough of an awesome reminder of who was really in charge. It was keeping him tamed and satiated, for now.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t still busy working on his vomit worthy comedic stunts; recruiting and perfecting the skills of his dark di
vine army, and torturing his servants and lovers. At the very least, I was sure that he wanted nothing more than to torment and cast me into the abyss beyond the disgusting horrors of his own prisons, if I so much set foot near his dominion again.
That was fine; I wasn’t interested—not since I had been with Starling.
I missed her deeply. The scent of her hair, the feel of her skin, the taste of her kiss, down to the mere sound of her actual voice; even though it had only been five total daybreaks since her death in the mortal realm.
Despite my blatant disinterest in the tracking of time altogether…it seemed like forever to me.
Though I’ve had a long existence of patience, waiting on and pondering many things, I was restless and antsy.
I needed something more meaningful to occupy my time.
I focused on creating my own rituals to keep myself
busy and out of trouble, so to speak. Revisiting some of the older, more ancient places that I hadn’t visited in centuries, for one, but it all eventually began to bore me.
The total remodeling of my domicile within the mountain suddenly came to mind. I wanted a game room. The bigger cooking area in the kitchen was Rahab’s request, but he helped to both design and create it.
Since I was now officially on Morning Star’s shit list, it became harder and harder to ignore the sexual depravities and pleasures that I had enjoyed so much there. Edanai was not an option, though the temptation would always be there because she was exquisitely beautiful. Her desire and longing for me was evident, and often twinkled in her amethyst eyes when she looked at me every now and then. I couldn’t and I wouldn’t go there with her again.
I cared too much for her.
There were handfuls of available beautiful women, both mortal and immortal, that I could pick from and use.
I was beyond tempted on my recent travels— badly, but I refrained. However, the powerful lust that I had managed to keep suppressed for Starling’s sake, was slowly awakening again and it was becoming aggressively insatiable. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it under control. Despite my own constant denial and fight against it, I was an Incubus.
