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Elizabeth was something you could call a "Genius work of art".
Even though in her formative years (I was five at the time while she was nine years old), she had this gait and aura that radiated beautifully around her. It was so strong that it shone really bright when ever she found her self In the midst of her peers and even when exchanging pleasantries with much more older people.

You just found it virtually impossible to see her without taking a moment to simply pass a compliment or two at her.

Though of average height for a girl her age, she had this long flowing hair that took that defect away and made it the envy of all the girls her age and even to some of the teens within the neighborhood. It always seemed like they swung with a certain rhythm , that one wouldnt be wrong to think that the wind amazed itself, played the harmonica solely for it, whenever she took evening walks down the street with mom and I.

She also had this fixed expression on her face, that made it seem like she was always curious about something in particular. And God those eyes!!. Those puppy eyes, that could easily enchant one if he stared at them for far too long.
You just couldn't take them off without that thought of staring at them for
"just a few seconds more".

Well that's when she is in a jolly good mood.
On a "not So good day", and they burned fiery red, like the flames in them were searching through your soul, trying to burn through the deceptive walls built upon follies of man just with the sole purpose of revealing the real you.
And one single lie in defence felt like you might incur the wrath of God upon yourself.

Well that's how she made me feel or at least that's the effect I saw her have on anyone she came in contact with.

One thing still puzzled me though. Despite all her charm and magical personality she exhibited at will, she never really connected with dad.
I mean she would try to replicate the bond I had with him, but each time she tried and he held her close trying to have a father daughter time, within a few minutes he would begin to mumble some Words under his breath and suddenly take his leave even though he did them wearing a cheerful face.

But I could see beyond that fake expression, I could really see that he was in constant pain whenever he cuddled her.
And it left me wondering why did it seem like

"dad was always on fire "

Cybershow:
Hmm..ma spirit dnt lie..it said u wana talk abt heaven and hell..dat fyn..i lyk dat..cary go..

lol won't want to spoil the fun right.Thanks for ur comments bro. I do hope I won't disappoint you.

CHAPTER ONE
***THERE IS ALWAYS A BEGINNING***


Yeah, we all know that everything in life, certainly has a beginning. Thats what the creation story has taught us to believe.

We hear it almost everyday of our lives.
As kids been told constantly by our parents, as teens, when those 'overzealous believers' catch you smoking weed and having smokey time and feel you need to be reminded about the basics or as adults, when you want to honour the commandment of the Holy book and the religious clergy starts the sermon with the line
"God created the world with his word when darkness covered the face of the deep"
and blah blah blah..

Don't get me wrong, I truly believe it to the depth of my soul.
However, none of them can really tell us the full story of the creation of mankind and of the
'SONS OF MEN'
ill leave that for another day.

Now back to the beginning. When it all started for me, was the very time I could pick up my baby bottle, take a few long puffs and giggle at my beautiful mom never failing to say those words that make any true mothers heart skip a beat.

I would take the bold move to dash a hundred metres ( to me at the time) on my knees, just to have one last feel of the strange warmth emanating from the woman who brought me forth into the world. A feeling that I had over time become accustomed to, before rolling those lovely droopy eyes and falling into wonders of neverland.

yeah I sound like the perfect baby right, that's what I taught when my mom used to tell these stories when I was 10 or so..

However my elder sister had a different tale to tell. One that shook me many years back and sent down fervent shivers down my spine but now seems all too familiar for a man of my calibre.

A few questions to ask you before I proceed.

Do you believe that there are a group of individuals numbered in billions unknown to the naked eye known as THE HOSTS OF HEAVEN?

Do you believe that there is a GOD that presides over this group?

if you do then we are half way there. Now the next set of questions.

Do you believe that there is the OTHER SIDE also numbered in billions known as the SONS OF THE FALLEN ONE?

Do you believe that one way or another you have already CHOSEN A SIDE?

If you.do too then we are good to go.


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I kept having this dream from the time I was 9yrs till my 16th birthday. I had no idea why this dream felt familiar.Yes I had them once every quarter, with each dream revealing more than the one preceding it. And yes I also kept a journal where each dream was well documented, capturing as much detail as possible.

However every time I had this dream, it was like I was actually there, I mean like I had experienced all this before. It felt like a distant memory and not an actual dream..

Each time I told my parents about the dream, my dad would look me in the eye, with a face devoid of any expression and whisper these words into my ears...
"MEHECK ARCH SI TAKESH LENIN"
and peck me on the cheek and head straight to his room, before my mom would ask him what he said to me.

But I noticed something about my mom at the time. I thought it was the worried look of a mother who felt pity on her little boy after he'd just had a nightmare. Each time she would hug me tight and cuddle me with these endless words of encouragement "
..THEY CAN'T TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME LOVE, NOT WITHOUT A FIGHT"

I believed her wholeheartedly at the time until my 16th birthday..Only then did the harsh reality hit me. They knew all along the whole time. They knew what would happen..
Hell yeah!!! they f.ucking knew

I want you to read this write up with an open mind.
Believe as much as you can.

Some of it might sound strange,others too incredulous to take to heart. Well that's for you to decide.

However, a note of warning, NEVER EVER recite some words I might use here. I would not be held responsible for what you might see or hear at odd times.

I'll be with you in a moment