How is it that they defy My Will?”
“They have barriers between their minds and the peace I bring them. It takes much effort to force through them and to get at the minds underneath. So much so that it is only possible to bring peace to a few at a time. By the time I have forced my way into their minds, their missiles are tearing at me and their weapons burn my flesh. Then, further attack becomes impossible. Greatest Father Of All, I swear to this with all my heart. For those who fly near a human city, death is certain. Each time I have tried, the humans grow more skilled at fighting me. The time I have to enforce my peace grows shorter.”
“Then your task is impossible?” Yahweh’s voice was silky-smooth and the menace was unmistakeable.
“No, Holiest of Holy Ones. One my injuries are healed I will try again. Perhaps this time success will attend me.”
“Lord Above All.” Michael-Lan cut in with unsurpassed fervor. “Uriel’s courage is indeed an example to us all. We can all draw strength from his devotion to Your Immaculate Presence.” Just in case you were thinking of letting him off.
“Indeed so. Uriel your courage is indeed notable. Consult with my treasured servant Michael to decide on your next target.”
“Lord Above All, might this humble servant suggest a possible strategy? If we send Uriel in to make his attack at the same time as the Scarlet Beast and the Whore of Babylon attack Jerusalem, perhaps we can split the human defense and score a crushing victory.”
“A cunning plan Greatest of my Generals. Make it so. Is there anything else?”
“Most Immaculate Lord, the matter of treason we discussed earlier. There is reason to believe that it does not stem from inside Heaven but from outside. Today, an attempt was made to assassinate one of Your most faithful servants, an investigator of the League of the Holy Court. We must believe that there are those in this city who have linked their name to The Others.”
Across the Eternal City, the thunderclouds roiled and spread, drenching the streets with the lurid glare of multi-colored lightning. Even the highest of the Host took cover inside buildings as hailstones the size of ostrich eggs pelted the streets, shattering on impact and crushing the more fragile of structures. The storm roared on, circling and recircling the Ultimate Temple. Eventually, it ebbed and terrified heads emerged from their hiding places to wonder at the destruction that they saw. Inside the throne room, Michael looked around the rubble where one of the curtain walls had collapsed, burying some of the exotic beasts that had taken cover behind them. In one corner, a hand emerged from the Master Mason’s bunker and started to clear the rubble away from the entrance. I must get myself one of those. Michael-Lan thought. This is getting hairy.
“Arrest them!” Yahweh’s voice was a scream that was eerily reminiscent of his deceased brother. “Arrest them all.”
“Thy will be done.” Michael-Lan genuflected and made his way out of the semi-destroyed throne room, picking his way between the piles of smoking rubble as he went.
Chapter Thirty Six
The Montmartre Club, Eternal City, Heaven
“I suppose I have to thank you again Michael-Lan.” The Master Mason was stretched out on a couch with one of the female angels gently caressing him with her wings. “The idea of selling tickets to my bunker was a real money-spinner. I’m going to have to build another one just to hold all the applicants.”
“Don’t get greedy, Zacharael-Lan. There’s a reason why greed is a deadly sin, the original list of deadly sins actually made a lot of sense. It took Yah-yah to bring the whole idea of deadly sins into disrepute. Greed’s a good example, more enterprises have been brought down by over-reaching greed than anything else. Look at it this way, the more bunker spaces you build, the less you’ll get for each of them. Keep them rare, keep them hard to get. That way you establish a loyal clientele.”
“Just like you do with membership here?” Zacharael-Lan held out his glass and his angelic companion filled it for him.
“Just like I do here.” Michael-Lan confirmed. “Except here, it’s a matter of practical necessity. All the goodies that make life in Heaven tolerable come from Earth. I’m working on changing that but for the meantime, its true. Going to Earth to restock with this war on is getting harder all the time and it’s never safe to mess around with humans. So we have to use the stocks we have carefully.”
“How about those things I built for you. Greenhouses you called them although they don’t look green.”
Michael-Lan laughed. “They do now. You should see them. Full to bursting point with various strains of Cannabis Sativa and Indica plants. Poor old Jesus is working hard sampling them all, trying to decide which ones give us the best high. Trouble is by the end of a test session, he’s so potted he forgets the results and has to start again.”
Zacharael-Lan joined in Michael’s merriment. “That I should have such work to do. Instead of patching the holes in the walls after The Irascible One’s tantrums. The last one was a doozie, he managed to bring down two curtain walls and a load-bearing column. The palace roof is sagging at that point and the whole thing could fall in. You say your greenhouses are full?”
“They are, we’re trying to keep the strains separate but I’ve got some more coming in and will need space to plant them. Or rather Jesus will, he loves working with plants. I’ve managed to get some White Widow seeds, they’re supposed to be really something. So, if you can get around to building a new greenhouse?”
Zacharael-Lan made a mock motion of weighing things in his hands. “Hmm. Repairing The Irascible One’s palace and stopping it collapsing on one hand or building you a new greenhouse for pot plants on the other. No real conflict there, I’ll be around with the supplies first thing. I’ll charge the materials off to the repairs on the Ultimate Palace. Nobody will notice, I’ve been delivering stuff there in the morning, taking it back at night and redelivering it again the next day for centuries. The Palace treasurer has probably paid for the same slabs of alabaster and jewels four or five times over. New greenhouse in the same place?”
“Think so, even if the Unbearable Father starts to look, he’ll never think of starting with his own son’s palace. Umm, Zacharael-Lan, could you do me a big favor?”
“Sure Michael-Lan. Name it.”
“I’m going to be away for a few days again. I’ve got a big pick-up to make with the guys in Myanmar. They’re clearing their stocks out and want me to collect it. In exchange for large additions to their ‘retirement’ funds of course. My fault, I got them involved in what I thought would be a nasty, long-running border war and they went and lost in a few days. Humans learned to use portals for maneuvering faster than I thought possible. Anyway, it’s a get-it or lose-it situation. I’ve organized an attack on Los Angeles for Uriel and another by Dumah and the Scarlet Beast on Jerusalem to act as diversions.”
“Good. Never liked Uriel, far too much of a cold fish for me and there always was something a bit strange about him. And as for Dumah and Fluffy, he leaves his droppings everywhere and she’s got altogether too high an opinion of herself. She’s just an Erelim like me but she spends her life looking down her nose at all of us. No respect that’s her trouble. Just because she gets on with that Scarlet Beast, she thinks she can get away with anything.”
“Well, she has The Unbearable Father’s ear so she can.” And that’s why she has got to go along with that wretched pet. “For a while, anyway. Anyway, I won’t be here so could you front for me for a few days? Gabriel and Raphael will do all the actual work but we’ll be having an outsider coming in and I’d rather he didn’t know how high the leadership here really goes. Having an Erelim in charge would be perfect.”
“Lemuel-Lan?”
“That’s right. Just make sure he has a really good time and doesn’t learn anything important.”
The Palatine Palace, New Rome, Hell
“Ave Caesar.” Colonel Paschal gave his Roman salute with a bit more confidence than before. He would have preferred to have used the military salute he was familiar with but his orders on the matter were quite strict. Gaius Julius Caesar was too important a player in the evolving social structure of Hell to risk offending so in his country, Paschal was to play by his rules. Paschal had a nagging suspicious that Caesar made the powers-that-be back on Earth nervous. The rate at which New Rome was growing and the speed with which its society was settling into a cohesive whole was a tribute to his ability. It also made him a potential threat and humanity already had more
