Chapter 13 update

Dear Readers,

Chapter 13's with the editor but he hasn't gotten back to me so far. Perhaps I'll do a quick edit on my own and possibly post it by the end of the week if I don't get any response. Am very sorry to keep you all waiting!

Lore of the Angels Chapter 13

Dear Readers,

I have finally finished writing Chapter 13 and will submit it to the editor tomorrow. It's not a very long chapter -only 6600 words but it should span about 2 pages on Lit. There are some interesting twists inside that may explain certain things mentioned in the Lore so look out for it!

Chapter 14 should be the final chapter of this story but as I've mentioned earlier, a second story is already churning inside my head and in fact the first chapter is already half written out.

So, here's a sneak peek into Chapter 13; a small section involving Anthony and Angelo. I have plans to make Angelo the replacement for Lucian under Zilarrezko's services so this struggle of power is interesting to take note of -something that will be explored in the second story.

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Meanwhile, the Obelisque was in a state of chaos and Anthony had about enough of crowd control. The sudden rush of Earth Angels had caught him by surprise and had taken most part of the afternoon trying to calm the situation.

That, coupled with the knowledge that he left Marcus alone to guard Zilarrezko against Iluna and her Ordinals, was enough to make him lose his temper –again.

It also didn’t help that he kept hearing Julia’s cries of distress in his head. He was sure he was imagining it but something in the tone of her voice made him itch to call the command centre and check on the fleet’s position. Anthony would have resented the term caveman but he was about to enter barbaric mode if someone didn’t come and relieve him soon.

Growling, he turned and caught sight of Angelo, with his aquamarine-gold flecks, walking towards him; matured adult eyes staring out from a boyish face. The Ayn already had the markings of a pre-Cardinal, even in his mortal state and Anthony knew it would be a matter of years before he’d molt into the kind of man that women lusted for.

“Why are you here?” Pre-Cardinal or not, this boy was still a minor. “Why is Lucian not with you?”

“I would like to help.” Angelo’s face was set in a determined expression; his chin tilted stubbornly.

Anthony didn’t even bother to disagree. He simply grabbed the young man by the arm and started towards the elevator. Now was not the time for arguing.

The feel of solid muscle surprised him but he was impressed nonetheless. So, Lucian had been training the boy. Good.

Or maybe not.

Angelo was resisting him –a feat, considering his mortal strength. “I have to do something! I cannot just sit around Anthony… please!”

Anthony narrowed his eyes, in an attempt to give him the look but the sudden swirls in Angelo’s eyes caught him off guard. The clear, aquamarine-ness of his eyes were like a barreling wave that surfers ride on the Hawaiian beaches –so… tranquil yet powerful.

“Just help the other Angels hold the lobby. No one is allowed up the elevators without my clearance. Understood?”

“Yes Ordinal.”

When Anthony left, Angelo stayed rooted in his position; hands flexing to release his tight fist. He was grateful that the Senior Ordinal had not questioned him more for he was not in control of his own temper at the moment.

Lucian had calmly returned to their guest rooms not too long ago, trying his best to explain the situation regarding his arreba, all the while standing there doing nothing! His sister had just left their fucking safe house on a suicide mission and that Light Angel was just relating the information to them like CNN?

Angelo had demanded the Ordinal tend to his sister or he would –and damn right he would if only there wasn’t a mob of Angels surrounding the building. Lucian had no hold on him –he wasn’t his superior so if he wanted to boss around the others fine, but not him.

He’ll fucking hold the lobby as Anthony had instructed.

Because that was all he could do right now. Damn it!

Aria's wings

Hi everyone!

Today I finished writing the scene where Aria gets her wings and in the description, I mentioned how her wings looked like suspended droplets of water. I'm not sure if this picture does justice to the idea I have in mind, but I think it comes close.

Originally, I had intended Aria's wings to simply be black with tips of blue but I think this is way cooler and more befitting of an Archangel yeah? It is almost impossible to imagine how something so fluid could be concrete enough for flight... but then again, this is fiction and everything is possible.

So, that aside, I will try to finish up Chapter 13 by this weekend and have it sent for editing. There are just two more scenes to be written, so it should be up sometime next month.

In the meantime, have a very happy 2012!!

My readers are simply amazing

Hi all!

Ever since I submitted Chapter 12, I haven't gone on Lit to check the comments yet and so I was pleasantly surprised to see the number of comments and even more touched at what was said. Thank you all. 

I think there's sort of a debate going on as to Gaia's intentions and I think it could sway either ways. But whatever happens at the end of the Lore, I assure you that it does not end here. There are still other stories to be told. 

But for now, here's just a short paragraph of the starting of Chapter 13. It is still in progress and I still have chapter 12 to fully edit so hold your breaths for the meantime!

With Sona’s feather in her left fist and Aria’s wrist gripped tightly with her right hand, Gaia made her way down the long corridors, aware of the storming footsteps of the Metal Cardinal behind her. In her immortal state, Gaia’s senses were heightened and she could feel every vibration like a prick on her skin. Zilarrezko might not have been able to see her but she had no doubt that he could sense her as acutely as she could him.

Distracted by the chasing footsteps, Gaia almost collided with Lucian if she hadn’t sensed his worried and much lighter steps coming from her right. For a second, it annoyed her that she hadn’t sensed him but now that she had, Gaia couldn’t help but smile at the Light Ordinal’s signature mark –half afloat with his toes barely touching the ground.

Gaia allowed their paths to cross just because she could. 

Writing/Posting update

I will submit chapter 12 by tonight. I've finally gotten the edits down although there is still some work on the first part of the chapter. However, I will still upload it so that the readers can enjoy the plot while I work out the kinks later on. :)
So it should be up on Lit in 72 hours!

Lore of the Angels Chapter 12

Hi all!

My editor has gotten back to me and I'm currently working on the edits for Chapter 12. I'll update this post in a bit to put up the teaser of chapter 12 before submitting it to Lit.

Updates on Chapter 12

Hey guys, 


This is just to let you know that I've already finished Chapter 12 but both the editor and I are extremely busy till the end of this month so it won't be up on Lit just yet because the editing process hasn't even begun. 


Usually what happens is that any draft gets edited at least 2-3 times; mostly structural stuff but sometimes we do work on plot. For example, Chapter 8-9 had some plot reshuffling and addition; otherwise the story might have ended by then. 


But here is a short extract from Chapter 12. I played around with unstructured verse here so do pardon me if it isn't perfect. Remember, this is an unedited version so the final draft submitted might not even look the same. 

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Aria lingered silently in front of the elevator. Part of her wanted to rush downstairs to hug her siblings and let them know about her decision but the other part wanted to crawl back into the arms of her Archangel and cower in fright.

Aria had already made up her mind. She just needed more… time.

Gaia had made it seem so easy to take out the Snow Queen but Aria knew it was more than that. During the first year in the Cartel, Valkyries of all denominations were constantly reminded of their place: below the ranks of even the lowliest Angels. It was a daily mantra drilled into them to enforce obedience, loyalty and detachment from seeking anything more than monetary gain from their client Angels.

Immortality –was the root of all evil. Where wealth had the means to satisfy temporary hunger, the search for immortality was Man’s folly; a mortal’s quest since the day they lost it. The fountain of youth, the elixir of life and a great deal of other myths were created –legends amongst the mortals to sustain them through the first few centuries after the Fall of Gaia.

Such knowledge was perhaps best kept from the mortals; a secret guarded by the Angels, silenced by the Archangels.

Anarchy would ensue if the mortals knew that slaying and taking the wings of Angel would give them immortality. A feat that was easier said than done. How does one even kill an immortal?

Aria had a blade of grass and a Dark pearl and well… herself. She could wield a sword but she doubted that a sword was going to be enough to take down an Archangel. What had the Lore said about Archangels? Sure, it wasn’t exactly a ‘How to kill an Archangel for Dummies’ but it was a start.

If Zilarrezko had a copy –which she was sure he did –it would be in the library so that was where she went.

She wasn’t procrastinating she told herself. She was researching. Never mind if she had to pore over all six volumes of the Lore to find her answers. There was still time.

Her only surprise was that this particular set was written in embossed Metal. Aria had never seen such a copy before and as she traced each bump on the page, she couldn’t help but feel that they had been carefully written. The clean, cursive strokes showed excellent penmanship –a mark of a true scribe.

Though the content of the Lores were the same, every book had its own secret for the reader to unlock. It was an exercise of discovery; to find out which element it was composed of and how to reveal the contents on the seemingly blank parchments.

She had remembered her mother sprinkling salt all over their personal copy; revealing tiny watermarks that faded much too quickly. It was to train an absorbent mind, her mother had said; laughing as she watched her daughter dump the entire bowl of salt on the next page, hoping to keep the words visible long enough for her to read and remember.

Pushing the memories to the back of her mind, she began to look through the first volume, hoping to find something specific about the Archangels. There was still much that she didn’t know about them –how were they chosen? How did they know if they have reached Cardinal status and how could an Archangel die?

Aria was about to close the particular volume she was holding when she spotted the heading: The First Archangels.

They were born six sisters in all but blood

Of rivaled beauty, power and pride.

Stella’s midnight moonshine of quiet calm

Was greeted by Noor’s gentle light breaking dawn,

‘Till the noontide sun called forth Calida,

Her warm embrace buoyed Yukiko to play

Amidst the azured skies and roaring waves.

On sands with printless foot, watched Gaia;

Her steady, nurturing gaze over all

Quarries where Sona held fort over the mines.

The six reigned as Matriach of Angels,

To, ensure eternal peace and concord.

They were the first Cardinal Archangels;

Each born to be the compass of their clans,

To make sacrifices and tough choices;

The pillar of strength in uncertain times.

But they were not perfect.

Like the four directions, an Archangel’s

Position measures in relation to

Her Cardinals, Ordinals and Angels.

Acceptance of one’s weakness is one’s strength.

For amongst them, are those who See beyond

The Limits and understand the balance

Of an Elemental Equilibrium.

Aria frowned. Why did the Lore always narrate in such riddles? The subjectivity of the sentences left so much to individual interpretations.

Closing the book, Aria leaned back and sighed. But something nagged at her. What did the Lore mean by limits and how were they measured? Yuki, with her focus on purity –isolating that aspect within their element was certainly not ‘Seeing’ as the Lore puts it.

Contrary to Yuki’s beliefs, the oceans were not under her absolute control. The sun constantly warmed the surface currents, its Light illuminating the upper shelves of the sea while casting the abyss in complete Darkness. Closer to the Earth’s core was the bubbling amalgamation of Fire and Metal –in the form of molten iron– the source of gravity; rooting everything in its rightful place.

And yet for a Cardinal whose element covered three quarters of the world; sustaining countless lives and ecosystems –all she cared about was death.

And death –a mortal’s nemesis –was applicable to immortals too.

Aria frowned and re-read the last two sentences on the page, trying to confirm her hunch. Immortals shouldn’t be plagued by death and yet they could die as long as they were trapped within their limits. Then would the reverse be true? Could mortals who saw beyond these limits –whatever they might be –escape death?

Aria wasn’t sure. The Lores were after all written during the reign of immortals, back when Gaia had her wings…

“Gaia! Oh my god!” she gasped. Gaia knew what those limits were! She had been mortal for millennia and still hadn’t died.

Intending to resume reading later, Aria got up from her seat to search for Gaia. The Cardinal had given her a blade of grass for a reason. She knew something!

Aria spent the next hour searching for Gaia but the Cardinal was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, Aria took the elevator to the first floor.

It didn’t take long for her to spot the lavender winged Angel amidst the crowd. But it was the sight of her siblings laughing that made her stop to observe from afar. How long has it been since they had been in the company of other people? And when was the last time she saw the twins playing with other children or Angelo interacting with his peers?

Not since their parents died…

Then there was Kissa…experiencing her first crush –a wonderful time in a girl’s life –and Aria wasn’t going to take that away from her…

Her siblings were safe here.

“Cardinal?” Lucian had seen her. Aria tried to back away but he was faster. “Is there something wrong?”

“Lucian, you don’t have to call me Cardinal… I’m just Aria.”

Lucian’s lips thinned into a straight line. “We need to talk. I… well; I think we’d better go to my floor. The children will be fine.”

Aria hesitated, looking worriedly at her siblings.

“Angelo’s been training with me. Trust me; that boy has a solid kick. But as always, I am prepared. I’ve given each of them a communicator bracelet. It sends a signal straight to my own phone if anyone’s in distress.”

Aria wanted to remind him that he was Zilarrezko’s Ordinal and not hers but his initiative at adding an extra protection for her siblings made her shut her mouth –at least until they reached the elevator.

“Why are we going to your residence? Not afraid of getting your wings ripped off?”

“I like to live dangerously,” he said with a wink. Aria managed to snort in amusement. Lucian’s residence was on the ninety-fourth floor and as expected, it was a splash –of every color imaginable.

“You like? You could move in here you know instead of staying in the boring penthouse,” he teased.

Aria tried to remain solemn but she couldn’t help but smile. “You are such a flirt. Now out with the truth.”

“So that’s a no?” He made an exaggerated action of clutching his chest where his heart was.

“Lucian…”

He flashed her one last grin. “Okay, serious time.” Getting to his knees, the Light Angel looked up; lavender irises devoid of playfulness. “Archangel Zilarrezko has relinquished his bond with me… I am no longer his Ordinal…”

Aria’s response was to widen her eyes –shock and anger welling in those pools of black and blue. “This is a crucial time! He can’t just… I’ll go talk to him!”

“No! I mean… no, please wait.” Aria narrowed her eyes at him. “I am now yours… your Ordinal… or at least I want to be.”

“Oh Lucian…” Aria got down on her knees in front of him. “Don’t do this… you’re a gifted Angel. You should be with someone worthy of your services. I’m just a…”

“Cardinal,” he interrupted. “I am loyal only to you and will do everything in my power to protect you and your siblings.”

“Lucian… Is this what you really want? Or did he force this on you? Do you understand that I’m a mortal? I’m not even an Angel! I have no need for this hierarchy…”

“May I… speak freely?”

“Since when have you been restrained?” she arched an eyebrow at him. “Okay, speak.”

His lips curled flirtatiously. “You may not notice it but your siblings have been your Ordinals ever since you became a Cardinal –which I’m not sure when. Think about it –an Ordinal cannot go against his Cardinal’s direct orders and your siblings have stayed in their home regardless of what they feel because of this bond you have with them.”

“Oh really? Then why did Angelo leave the house when I told him not to?”

“Ah, he’s a pre-Cardinal isn’t he? And I think Kissa is close to that too. So he bends the rules a little. It happens. I mean look at Marcus…” Lucian paused to roll his eyes. “Well let’s not go there. He’s much too goody to ever disobey his Cardinal.”

Ignoring his chuckle, Aria frowned. “Wait… this Ordinal bond thing is not to the Archangel but to the Cardinal? That’s… well I mean that’s asking for mutiny.”

“Well, you can say that. Except that not all Cardinals are Archangels –if they ever survive under the reign of the current one that is. Archangel Iluna and Yuki are known to slaughter their brethren Cardinals… although Archangel Iluna is more lenient in that she allows her pre-Cardinals to live.”

“Oh god…” Aria covered her mouth with her hands. Yuki wasn’t just coming to kill her but possible annihilate her entire family –the last descendents of the Water Angels…

“Cardinal?” Lucian looked up with worried eyes. “You shouldn’t be afraid. I’m here… and Archangel Zilarrezko is too. He loves you, you know.”

Aria’s eyes flashed completely blue for a second before a warm blush crept up her cheek. Getting to her feet quickly, Aria looked down –trying to appear fearsome –and gave her first instructions. “Very well Lucian my Light Ordinal. Here are the rules. Firstly, I want you to be with my brothers and sisters at all times –even when they’re asleep.”

“That’s pushing it too far isn’t it Cardinal?”

“What is? I thought you can’t disobey me?”

“I didn’t say I can’t question you did I?”

Aria rolled her eyes. “Archangel Yuki’s going to want to kill us all… and I can’t keep an eye on the four of them at the same time.”

“Oh…” Lucian wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You should have a time table with him you know so he won’t keep you in bed all the time.”

“Lucian!” Her effort to stare him down failed because he was grinning like an excited child. “Now second rule… I’m quite ambivalent on this one…”

“Am I too pretty for you? Some Cardinals don’t like that.”

Aria had to laugh. Lucian was just too adorable. “Well, you are a pretty Angel… but you’ll darken with age won’t you?”

He made a face at her; sticking his tongue out. His reaction should have made her laugh but instead Aria felt sad. “I probably won’t get to see you when that happens… Valkyries don’t live past a hundred fifty…”

“I’m sorry… We tried you know…”

“Tried what?”                                                                                          

“To get you your wings. Archangel Zilarrezko flew to Japan to ask Yuki for you.”

“Yes, I know. It didn’t turn out well.”

“Actually… she came here to take a look at you.”

“Wait… are you saying that Archangel Yuki actually came here to help me?”

“I wouldn’t say she came to help…She likes to play games and she saw you as Archangel Zilarrezko’s weakness and planned to exploit it. I think she would have given you wings eventually but something changed her mind…”

Aria sighed. “She has a low opinion of the Water variety, Lucian. She only allows Snow Angels in her clan… and I am not one of them.”

“You created a storm inside the ICU… and you weren’t even conscious of it. That speaks of an amazing amount of latent power.”

Aria was stunned. “Are you sure?” Zilarrezko had said nothing about this incident! But then again… it shouldn’t matter. She had been adamant about remaining a mortal then hadn’t she?

“I wouldn’t lie to you Cardinal.”

Aria beamed at him. “You know Lucian… this thing we have is actually quite good. I mean, apart from the senseless flirting and teasing. I think we could actually be friends.” She smiled, gesturing him to get to his feet. “And you know what else?”

“Enlighten me.”

“As pretty as those lavender lashes and wings are, I know you’re a real warrior beneath the façade and so I trust you with my life…”

“As I trust you with mine.”

“And Lucian?”

“Yes?”

“Can you please just call me Aria?”

“No.”

Aria shook her head in amusement. All she needed to do now was to convince Zilarrezko to come to a compromise. But first, she needed to check something in the Lore… What kind of power does a Water Angel wield?

However, her thoughts were interrupted by violent knocks on Lucian’s front door.

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