About angels: Chapter 3 . . .
Where last we left the residence of Adam and his son Seth: Chapter 16 . . .
Chapter 19
Somewhere between Eden and Nod wandered one of the great granddaughters of Man. Tired of the quarreling of giants, some of whom were her siblings, and running from the advances of her brothers, whose advances she found herself repulsed by, it was often that this particular sixteen-year old great granddaughter of Adam had found herself making long journeys on foot outside of the lands where her very large family resided. In fact, having the habit of wandering outside of the villages on her own since twelve years old is what had kept her virginity intact up to the present day she found herself engaged in a two-week hike to the the middle of where no one would bother her.
In the distance, high above the ground, feeling the pleasure of its experience of the day joyfully, flew Ginsheriel.
Growing weary of remote parts of the world where nature existed for its own sake, and Ginsheriel caused copious amounts of rain to fall for its, it decided to seek out the likeness-creatures of The Divine that it might stimulate its perceptions in mind as much as it had grown accustomed to stimulating its sense of body. It journeyed from a place beyond a high mountain range where it had spent much time raining upon creatures that were black and white, and very much like the animal creation known as “bear” in aspect. It was flying from this direction when it spotted below from a distance, for the first time in many decades, one of the being-likeness creatures of its master Divinity. As it detected this human being in the far away, it slowed the rate of its self pleasure so that long before she became aware of the creature flying high overhead, she was never aware of a single drop of rain between herself, the sun, and the pleasant cool breeze accompanying her on her journey this day.
As it came closer to where she was, it could see the dwelling place of most of the descendents of the original likeness-creature far in the distance. Seeing now that the likeness-creature below was a her, still many miles away from where she hiked enjoying the day, Ginsheriel slowed its self-enjoyment even further that only the lightest mist accompanied it subsequently along its journey.
And from a mile in the distance, where to her the angel looked only like a speck that was likely a large bird that would soon, but not too soon, be flying over head, the angel now could see the girl clearly; make out every detail of her form. To Ginsheriel, she was the most beautiful physical manifestation of The Image Of The Divine she had ever perceived.
Her face shone like the face of it’s brethren, but with a light in her eyes possessing a knowledge of reality it had never known; something of which only it’s Master was aware. Her body lacked the wings, but her hair hung long where otherwise it would have expected a shimmering flutter to reside. Her form was wholly inviting as though a fruit newly ripened; the breasts of it’s brother angels knew no intentions of feeding their offspring, for offspring was not intended as a function of the servants of The Divine. Ginsheriel had often wondered what the lips of it’s fellow angels would taste like, but All-Knowing-Loving-Endlessness had declared the time for such knowledge would come later, and thus that knowledge was not to be had now. All-Knowing-Loving-Endlessness had made no mention, however, of knowing the taste of a being like in certain appearances of form, but knowing polarization and some aspect of what the Divine Itself knew. And so, seeing no betrayal of command in it, Ginsheriel circled overhead for a landing.
And as she saw the “bird” clearly to become something far more spectacular than what she had thought nothing of from a distance, she was immediately awe-struck by a sight she’d never considered she could see. Sometimes diaphanous and sometimes opaque, the wings of this person pulsed with ripples rather than flaps as its feathers reflected pastels of the spectrum broken from the light of the sun. As it came closer, its face took on more a masculine semblance than not, though, apparently he had a face as beautiful as any woman, and more so even as this beauty, lightly feminine though it was, was fully the beauty of a man. Seeing his face and the stoney muscles of his abdomen made her loin quiver ever so slightly as she saw for the first time a man, though not a man, who attracted her fully; someone not born, apparently, to her family; someone more than human. Even in the air she could not see his feet, for a pair of his wings held over them. The light danced brilliantly through the very light mists that accompanied him as he made his decent toward her. Upon his landing, she had no choice but to notice the movement of the phallus it possessed, which she had known best in experience only from bathing her baby brothers, and some particularly lewd moments when her older brothers were drunk or returning from hunting, or both, interacting with the part of his body that resembled apparently what she possessed, like her sisters, which her brothers did not have. Lower inside of her she quivered a bit more as she looked on in confusion to rethink that what she had taken as being male was perhaps something other than male, or at least more than male.
Ginsheriel smiled brightly upon her as her mouth rather naturally hung open in disbelief. From several feet away, she was even more beautiful than it had perceived from a distance. From this close up, whatever it was shown bright though surrounded by mists, as the light of the sun refracted off wings and mists and smile; the light of eternity shining forth from its eyes. Ginsheriel spoke to her as for the first time in two centuries it stopped creating precipitation of any kind, “Do not be frightened. Seeing your beauty from a far distance, I wished only to know what this was causing me to know from that distance beauty the likes of which I have never known before.”
She saw clearly, as the mists quickly evaporated, that what had enabled it to create such mists now throbbed alone toward her. She had never been called beautiful before. Her brothers, when they had reached a certain age, had called her something like beautiful before trying to pounce upon her, usually while in a drunken stupor. But this was the first time something looked at her with such purity and honesty and saw of her only beauty, and then called her that by name. Her mouth continued to hang agape as her mind raced with possibilities while it stepped closer to her. It was so beautiful, and had seen her as beautiful in return. Some part of her considered running, as she did not know what would come if she didn’t turn away, but it was all so glorious and wonderful; its beauty rendered her mute and still, while the fullness of it stirred the deepest desires in her. She felt no resistance as the back of her head felt the strength and warmth of its hand, and she felt her lips pulled to its; its tongue pushed to hers.
Its wings spread wide, and then tightly around her as she gave over to the fullness, him. She felt herself lifted into the air as ecstasy proceeded to fill her in every part. And over the course of the next two months, he was her sole sustenance, and together they danced in the clouds.
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Seven months later, long after she had wobbled her way back into the villages, and finally her parents home, her parents wondered how she could be giving birth when none of her brothers could claim her as a helper to their own house. Seven months after having been left to the ground shortly before the angel had flown off leaving behind a trail of mists in its wake, the first great warrior of renown was born to Earth.
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