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TOBIAS

Hey, trust is funny. I felt in my gut that the guys were telling the truth. I didn’t hear any gaps in their stories. More importantly, I had no reason not to believe them. So I decided to retire my spot at HC and move back to Burke with Jake and Marco.
Boston to Dulles was an hour and thirty minute flight. I got up once to demorph in the bathroom, and learned how against it Rachel was. I walked back down the aisle, over to my seat. Rachel had middle, Marco had aisle, and Jake was sleeping behind us. I scooted into my seat, galumphing foot over foot. It had been a few months since I had walked, and I wasn’t used to being airborne and ground based at the same time. Walking 2 miles over land is not something I’m used to. I squeezed past Rachel and Marco, both of them lifted their knees. I sat down, and had just gotten comfortable when I heard Rachel’s voice in my ear.
“Why, Tobias?” she asked me.
“Why what?” I asked back.
“Why do you still morph back into that damn hawk? The war is over. You have a home. What’s the point?” Her eyes wee fierce blue, a color I had seen only too often when she was pissed.
I was a valid question. “I guess I’m not so eager to give up flying. I don‘t want the freedom to leave.”
“You only have a few more years in that hawk body, you know that? If you don’t switch back, you will die.”
“I know. I guess I’m just holding on that the Andalites will help me.”
“They can‘t.” Marco said. I looked around Rachel to see his smirking face. Amazing how after two years he was still the same. Except for the money. “But since God still sees you as useful, I’m guessing that he might be able to. Ask him next time you see him.” The guys had already explained how we had died and how we were needed.
What else was there to do? I slept. As a human.
Something I hadn’t done in 8 years.

I woke up to blackness. The others were around me, staring. Then I heard the voice.
TWO MORE MUST BE DRAWN. THE FIGHTING NUMBER MUST REMAIN AS SIX.
It was the voice of my friends. All of them at once, and yet different somehow. Rachel looked at me, extended her finger, pressed it against my chest. Her mouth opened, she spoke, but with a different voice. Deeper, fuller.
I SHALL MAKE YOUR DECISION EASIER, TOBIAS. YOU NO LONGER HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THE SKY AND THE GIRL. YOU MAY HAVE THEM BOTH. FOR A PRICE.
“What price?”
She didn‘t answer. Her finger left my chest, and Marco and Jake held my arms. Rachel’s hands glided down my neck, my chest. They fluttered over my arms, stopped at my wrists. Then…
Excrutiating pain. I looked up at her. Her face was calm, resolute. But I looked at the source of my pain, my wrists, and saw her thumbs plunged in them, like blades, slicing through my skin like they are silver blades a hot knife through butter. I felt her stop, felt warmth rush over my wrists, my arms, knew it was my own blood. I tried to scream, but my voice was gone. Her fingers stopped pushing, and I knew she had gone all the way through my wrists. My muscles convulsed around her fingers, and I screamed a voiceless scream, mentally imploring her to stop. Then the pressure was relieved. She raised her hands from my wounds. One she rested on my chest. The other she raised up and…
Drove her four fingers into my side. More pain exploded, more blood erupted, more voiceless screams emerged from my throat. I felt hetr hand inside of me, her fingers moving around. They were cold, then they burned with icy heat. My eyes went red, and pain riddled through my side Her fingers pierced me deep, very deep. I dared a glance dfown, and saw her hand engulfed underneath my rib cage, only her thumb and wrist remaining exposed. She then withdrew them, and I..

Shot up in my seat. I screamed, and the voice found it’s way out of my throut and reverberated through the plane. I looked around, felt cold sweat drip down my face. Rachel bolted upright, looked at me.
“Tobias! What happened? Are you bleeding?.”
I looked at my wrists. Two round circles there oozed blood, slowly, thickly.
“Oh, Christ! Tobias, your shirt!” I looked down, following Rachel‘s gaze, saw that my shirt was stained red with blood.
I looked around, picked my jacket up off the floor, and ran to the bathroom where I wrapped as much toilet paper around my wrists as I could. I took off my shirt, saw the deep gash in my side under my ribs. Nothing to do about that now, I thought. I put on my jacket, hoped that noone would notice that I was bleeding to death.
I sat back down in my seat, and Rachel leaned into me.
“How the fuck did you do that?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Marco looked at me. “Dude, I just had a dream that Rachel fucking stabeed you…”
“With her fingers.” I finished.
Rachel stared at us both, thorouly confused. “But I just had the same…”
“SHIT!” we turned, and saw Jake sitting in his own sweat. He looked at us. “Hey, I just had the most fucked up dream…”

MARCO

We were at the terminal. We didn‘t exactly have a lot of baggage, so we didn’t bother with claims. Instead we took the shuttle bus to the parking lot, hopped in my Humvee, and left.

We were at my house. All of us were seriously fucked. What had happened on the plane?
“Okay, what happened on the plane?” I asked.
“No idea,” Tobias said. His face was white, but from fear or blood loss I had no clue.
“Tobias, let me see your wrists.” Jake said. Tobias held them out. They weren’t bleeding like they were, but blood was still gently oozing out of the holes. “Jesus, it looks like someone took a fucking drill to them. All the way fucking through.” He turned them over in his hands.
“Tobias, see if you can morph them out.” Rachel said, and I felt a pang of ‘duh’ course through my brain.
“Yeah… uh, yeah. Okay,” He said. Shaken up. Shit.
We all stared at him, waiting for the change. Tobias glanced at his arms, cursed. Must be more shaken up than I thought. He was having trouble demorphing. He closed his eyes, saw them wrinkle into deep squints, saw him try to focus on the change that would give him wings. Nothing happened.
“What the fuck?” he said. “How long have I been in human morph?” his eyes went from shaken to terrified. Had he stayed too long in morph again? I looked at Rachel. She was trying to look worried, but I could tell she was relieved. Oh shit… I looked at my watch, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“An hour and thirty,” I said. My relief was short lived. Why couldn’t Tobias morph? And then…
“Tobias, touch me.”
Oops. That came out wrong.
“WHAT?” Tobias looked at me, eyes fucked, with that ‘are you gay or something?’ look.
“Acquire me, you perverted dick.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I can’t morph when I’m in huma…”
“Tobias?” I said.
“Yes?” He said.
“Just do it.”
He put his hand on my shoulder. I saw him close his eyes, and I wondered if he could do it at all. It had been eight years since he had aquired a morph from his human morph.
Then I felt a calmes.. A sense of “fuck it”, if you will. And I knew what had happened on the plane. Then my brain shut down and my DNA flowed into Tobias.
Christ, I sure sound gay.

TOBIAS

I felt his DNA pass into me.
There’s a few words I never thought I’d say.
I was so surprised I broke the connection. “Shit!” Everybody looked at me, but I went back to acquiring Marco. I closed my eyes, put my hand on him, and focused.
After about three seconds I removed my hand. I closed my eyes, and focused on the change. My hair grew shorter, sucked up into my head. I shrank, about eight inches. My skin darkened, my eyes sharpened up a bit. I guess his eyesight was better than mine.
I was morphing! I was no longer a hawk! I was human! I could morph! Holy fucking shit!
I was so elated I didn’t notice the fact that I was standing naked in front of everyone, giggling like an idiot. Rachel looked at me, her eyes wide. Jake looked at Marco, wondering how he knew. I looked at him too, very very curious. He looked at e, grabbed a towel, threw it at me.
“Okay, you could have at least incorporated some clothes into that morph. Don’t be flaunting my massive girth like that.” I caught the towel, wrapped it around my waist.
“Tobias, morph out. I find you much less appealing sexually in that morph.” Rachel said.
“Great, Rachel. Laugh it up.” Marco said. “I’ve seen you naked. You look like a fucking California raisin.”
Rahcel glared at him, then broke up laughing. Me, I was busy wondering where Marco had seen her naked. Oh well, Rachel would tell me. I demorphed back into my human body, and sat on the bed, fully clothed. “Okay, Marco, how?”
“The Ellimist gave you your morphing back. Along with your human body.”
“No shit,” Jake said, smiling.
“What must have happened was that Tobias was needed by God as something. Probably. I think Tobias maybe our radio to God. Tobias, raise your shirt.”
I lifted my shirt, looked at the scabbing-over wound on my chest. Marco did too, so did Rachel. She bit her lip, straining.
“Okay,” Marco said. “My guess is that God gave Tobias here a stigmata. It’s a sign of the messengers of God. Tobias got these things in his wrists, his side…” he looked down. “And his feet. Jesus was crucified through his hands and feet, then he was stabbed through the side. It’s a stigmata.” He looked pleased with himself. But he wasn’t the one bleeding his ass off.
“Marco, how in the hell do you know about all this stuff” Rachel asked. Marco frowned, looked at her.
“I have no fucking clue.”

JAKE

Our second conversation with Heaven was ten minutes later. Marco had just delivered his insight about the stigmata, and noone spoke.
The world just went black. Same as before.
We all looked around, scared shitless by the sudden darkness, and I felt ice flow through my veins. I saw a light in the distance, saw it come slowly closer, felt my blood warm up. As it approached, I saw it as a man. A man with wings. Four wings, actually. His eyes were yellow, and piercing, and I knew that he could see everything. It was about 7 feet tall, with brown hair that gleamed in an unseen light. He walked quickly, and he was next to the five of us in very little time the five of us?
I looked around, sure that there was one more of us. Tobias… Marco… Rachel… and a girl. Maybe two years younger than me. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and a full face. Do NOT confuse full with fat. She was anything but. She worked out, and it showed. She was short, shorter than Marco, and she seemed unaware of anything. Rachel ran to her, and I recognized her just as Rachel called her name.
“Jordan!”
My cousin.
What was my cousin doing here? Why? Rachel ran to her, grabbed her, held her close. Why was she here? Rachel looked at the winged man, fury in her eyes.
“She’s dead? You killed her? Why is she here?”
The man finally spoke. SHE’S NOT DEAD. SHE CANNOT HEAR OR SEE YOU. SHE DOES NOT KNOW SHE IS HERE, NOT YET. SHE IS REQUIRED.
Rahcel turned bright red. So did I. “Required for what?” I asked.
FOUR IS NOT AN ADEQUATE NUMBER OF FORCES. YOU WILL NEED MORE. I WILL PROVIDE THEM.
“You are not going to provide my sister, you…”
“Rachel!” Marco spoke. “If the big guy wants her, we can’t stop him. We just gotta do whatever we can to keep her out of danger.
“You take my cousin back home, now.” I walked up to him.
NO.
“Mffff…” I turned. Oh, shit. She was awake. She would see everything. Jordan’s eyes aseemed to become alive, they darted back and forth to all of us. “What? Jake? Hey, what are you… Marco?” Her eyes met with Rachel’s, and she went stark white. Her lips moved, spoke silence. I didn’t hear, couldn’t read her lips very well, but I knew what she was thinking.
I had thought the same thing.
Rachel turned to the a. “. “You take her back right the fuck now!”
Jordan ran to Rachel, threw her arms around her. I saw my cousin’s eyes water up. Evidently she was much more accepting than I had been. “You’re alive! How? Where are we? I thought you were killed in space! Please don’t be a dream! I’ve missed you! We’ve all missed you! I’m sorry I was a bitch sometimes! Come back! Please!” Jordan squeezed Rachel tightly, and I walked over to her, put my hand on her shoulder. I smiled at her, attempting to reassure her. I then looked at the guy with the wings. Marco, however, was two steps ahead of me.
“Who are you?” He asked.
I AM AN ANGEL OF THE THIRD HEIRARCHY. I AM OF THE VIRTUES.
“Who are the Virtues??” I asked.
WE ARE THE…
“Angels of Miracles.” MArco finished. We all stared at him. He looked back at us. “Don’t ask how I know it, I have no fucking clue.”
Tobias turned towards the Virtue. “Why? Why are you bringing her into this?” He pointed at the little girl clinging to her older sister whom she thought deceased,
BECAUSE SHE IS REQUIRED.
“Yeah, you said that. Required for what?” Marco asked.
TRUST IN US. IT IS TIME TO TELL YOU MORE OF YOUR SITUATION.

MARCO

The human duck Virtue guy disappeared. We were left wallowing in the darkness. But that’s okay. We’d done that before. Jordan was afraid, but hell, who the fuck could blame her?
I don’t know how I knew all of the shit I knew. They justped ped into my head. Fuckin’ Newsflash, you know? Like a really fucked up CNN. So as I was pondering over that fact, I was rudely interrupted by a big fucking strobe light. Like watching a hundred lightning bolts consecutively. Not very fun.
Another angel was back. It was not the Virtue. Is grs grander, somehow. He was bigger. Not tallwise, bigger in prescence. He wore a golden breast plate. He wore a golden metal-mesh pair of pants, if you could call them pants. They looked like ring-mail jeans, only finer and more detailed than anything made by man. He carried a scroll, he carried a braided rope, tied in complex knots that were sashayed over his shoulders like a bandolier.
He looked at us all again. Then he spoke.
I AM HERE.
“Yeah, no shit.” Rachel. No etiquette, none at all. No realization that she was cussing at what could only be someone who could just as easily wipe out every person in her family tree and erase the memory of Berenson just by farting.
“What happened to the last guy?” Tobias asked.
HE WAS RECALLED. I HAVE BEEN SENT. I AM RAEAL, ANGEL OF THE FIRST HEIRARCHY. I AM OF THE THRONES.
“The overseers of the angels.” I spoke. Why? I don’t know.
I HAVE COME TO EDUCATE YOU.
“Oh, goodie. Class time.” yeah, I respected God and stuff, but I couldn’t supress my smirkiness. It was going to get me killed one day, possibly spending eternity in Hell. Oh well. I didn’t think God was that lacking of a sense of humor.
“Educate us in what?” Jake asked.
WHAT YOU FIGHT AGAINST.
WHY YOU MUST FIGHT.
“Okay, lets start with the second one and work from there,” Jake asked.
THE BEING YOU CALL THE ONE IS IN FACT SATAN. YOU HAVE BEEN IN AN ERETHREAL WAR FOR SIX YEARS. YOU HAVE NOT KNOWN THE EXTENT OF THE WAR. THE YEERK BATTLE WAS A MERE SKIRMISH. THE REAL WAR IS YET TO BEGIN.
“What war?” Rachel asked.
THE WAR FOR THE SUPREMACY OF HEAVEN. THE YEERKS WERE MERE TOOLS OF THE YEERKS. THEY WERE AN ENTIRE RACE OVERCOME BY HELL. POSSESSED. EARTH IS THE TURNING POINT OF THE WAR. EARTH IS WHERE HEAVEN EXISTS. YOU MUST DEFEND IT.
“Why can’t you?” Jake asked.
WE WILL FIGHT. WE MUST USE YOU HOWEVER AS A SCREEN TO COVER OUR TRUE PLANS. AN ALL OUT ASSAULT ON HELL.
“Why us, I must ask again?” Jake asked.
BECAUSE SATAN SEEKS REVENGE ON YOU. HIS FIRST ASSAULT ON HEAVEN HAS BEEN BEATEN BY YOU. AND JAKE HAS BEEN EVEN CLOSER TO SATAN THAN ANY OF YOU. HE DESTROYED HIS CHAOS PETS.
“I’m sorry, I what?” Jake asked. You know, he asks a lot, huh?
HOWLERS. THEY ARE SATAN’S PETS.
“I thought the Howlers belonged to Crayak.” Rachel asked.
THEY DO.
“So how can they belong to Crayak and Satan at the same time?”
“Rachel, when God resurrected you he must have forgotten to bring most of your brain cells back to life.” I said. Sue me. I’m a dickhead.
CRAYAK. SATAN. DIS. THE FATHER OF LIES. THE TEMPTER. THE FALLEN ANGEL. ANGEL OF LIGHT. THEY ARE ONE AND THE SAME.
SATAN IS BROKEN INTO FOUR. HE IS FOUR AND THE FOUR IS ONE. THE NORTH OF THE FOUR IS SATAN. HE RULES THE FOUR. THE WEST OF THE FOUR IS LUCIFER. PHOSPHORUS. VENUS. THESE HE IS CALLED. HE IS THE RULER OF FLAME.
THE EAST OF THE FOUR IS LEVITHIAN. SERPENT, THE MATTER, IS HIS OTHER CALLINGS. RULER OF THE WATER. DEMANDER OF SEXUAL DESIRES. OF WANTONNESS. HE IS A SEA SERPENT WHO IS SCALED IN HIS VANITY. RULER OF HELL’S NAVY.
THE SOUTH OF THE FOUR IS BELIAL. HE IS RULER OF EARTH. DEMANDER OF CARNALITY, PLEASURE. HE IS ALSO KNOWN AS LICENTIOUS. HE HAS MANY SONS AND APPEARS IN A FIERY CHARIOT. DEMON OF LIES.
SATAN HAS MANY CLOSE TO HIM.
THE INFERNAL WATCHMAN, BEHEMOTH.
ASMODEUS, DEMON OF LUST.
ASTAROTH, DEMON OF SLOTH AND TREASURER OF HELL.
“Okay, this is kind of a lot of stuff to remember.” I said. “Any chance you could post it on the web, huh?”
The Throne then disappeared. “Is it just me, or do these guys leave us hanging a lot?” I asked.
Then another angel appeared.
This one had six wings, and carried a glass ball. He carried many scrolls in a purse, and was dressed in gold.
“Hey, guys, sorry. The Thrones and other guys don’t know what it’s like to work with people. So God sent me.”
“And who are you?” Rachel asked. She was getting quite perturbed.
“I’m a Cherubim. Of the First Heirarchy.” he smiled. I liked this guy. He talked normal.
“Why did God sent you to us?” Tobias asked.
“Well, since you guys are having trouble identifying who’s who in Hell, I figured I’ll give it a shot to explain.”
He looked off into the distance. Red light was shining from far off, and was coming closer to us. Eventually we saw what it was.
It was a Red Eye.
“Guys, meet Satan. You’ve heard of him. He’s the big guy down there.”
Jake was panicky. I don’t blame him, we were all responsibl;e for fucking up his plans.
“You might know him by other names. The Devil. He used to be an angel, until he rebelled against us. Sorry for him. He’s pretty straightforward. It’s the other guys you need to worry about.”
The red eye disappeared. I felt rf gof go through me, but it was short-lived. WhereSatan had been, a giant fly appeared. It’s eyes were evil, and it had a scorpion tail and claws. It didn’t have a proboscis, rather huge gnashing fangs.
“Beelzebub,” The Cherubim told us. “Lord of the Flies. When Satan first rebelled against Heaven he recruited a bunch of other angels, very powerful angels, Beelzebub among them, to fight at his side. Once he took up his new residence in Hell, Beelzebub negan to tempt men with pride. He is the Western Demon in the Quadrology.”
The next guy he showed us was huge. A scaly monstrosity, wet, teeth the side of my body, huge.
“Say hi to Levithian. Secretary of the Navy. Another great angel that plummeted from Heaven in Lucifer's company was Leviathan. Leviathan is the serpent that tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden. When he came to Hell, God covered him in airtight scales so he would never feel the air again.”
The next demon was blue. He had black hair, red eyes, and a beard. Horns spouted out from everywhere on his body. He carried many golden apples in a bt.
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“This guy is Asmodeus. Overseer of the gambling houses in the court of Hell and the general spreader of dissipation. He’s also the demon of lust, personally responsible for stirring up marital discord.”
“What’s with the Golden apples?” I asked.
“Are you failiar with greek mythology?”
“Yeah, it was my major in college.” I rolled my eyes. “No.”
“Aros was the goddess of discord. Every time she wanted to cause mayhem, she tossed a golden apple into the room any everyone bitched at each other.”
“Ah. Demon of discord. Got it.” Tobias said.
This demon disappeared. A new one replaced it.
This demon was sitting down. He was fat and disgusting, covered in shit and other putrid stuff. He was lying down, and it looked like that was all he did.
“Astaroth is the Grand Duke of the western regions of Hell. He is also Treasurer of the whole place. He encourages men to sloth and idleness. In his spare time, he served as a kind of guidance counselor for the other fallen angels.”
“Like a shrink?” Rachel asked.
“Kind of, but he encouraged these guys to possess and tempt and kill, not to improve their lived and become happy, well adjusted fallen angels.”
Astaroth went away. The next demon was yellow, the color of piss, with a mouth that could swallow a car and eyes as big as dinner plates. The mouth was filled with thousands of needle teeth, and skin flabbed off of his body like a sweater that is two sizes too big.
“This is Behaemoth. He’s the Infernal Watchman. He watches. Not a very exciting job. He is also in charge of the Feasts of Hell.”
A dark shape moved in, darker than night. There was light shining through, but it was suppressed, like putting a hand over a flashlight. The only thing that shone were his eyes, which were shining white, piercing white.
“This is Belial. One of Satan's most venerable demons. Belial was the original leader of the forces of evil until Satan established himself as the leader of the dark side. Belial is also known as the unofficial demon of lies.
“Do you want to see more?”
I shook my head. Fuck that. I was getting nauseous. I didn’t want to look at those motherfuckers any more than I had to. Fuck that.
The others shooke their heads adamantly. Jordan was crying. Rachel held her in her arms. She walked over to the Cherubim, looked him dead in the face.
“You want us to fight, that’s fine. But you take Jordan out of here. She’s too young. She can’t fight. Please.” I had never heard her use that word before. She was actually pleading. I felt respect for her grow inside me. “My mother can’t handle two of her daughters dying.”
The Cherubim smiled. “But she didn’t lose any daughters. We sent you back.”
Rachel shook her head. “My mother’s a lawyer. If she sees me, she’ll think someone is playing a cruel trick on her. She can’t know I’m alive. Neither can Sarah. Jordan’s different. She’s only sixteen.”
“You were fourteen when you fought. Are you saying your sister can’t handle it?”
“No, I’m saying I don’t want her to handle it. I’m trying to protect her.”
The Cherubim shrugged. “I can’t help you there. It’s not up to me to decwho who fights and who doesn’t. Only Yahweh decides that.”
“Then let’s speak to him.”
Jordan tapped Rachel on the shoulder. “Rach? I think I need to fight. He obviously picked me for a reason. I want to fight with you guys.” Rachel looked down at her, sighed. She looked ready to cry. But she forced a smile, hugged her sister, and turned away. She looked at Jake, and her eyes were blackened. She didn’t want this at all.
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