North Lawn, Heaven.
high above the earth in the celestial kingdom, the archangel Nigel strides crossed the green grass, his hands clasped behind his back, head down, eyes straight ahead. His white pants cricket had not been put to use them when appropriate, their lapses in concentration made him a hard opponent against the prodigious skills archangel Colin with a mallet.
In fact, Nigel ball had been rolling here and there, going anywhere but through the doors.
the end, had stopped pretending. No point to focus your mind on anything but what irritated him so and therefore was useless, unless it was to wander and brood. Shit, the rules had to be followed. That was because in a contest of wits and trickery, were agreed before the game started, so there were no issues or errors due to distortions in the middle of the game. Opponents balanced and well-defined parameters.
And in the case at hand, namely that the future of humanity, the first criterion quite satisfied with the agreement. His side and the devil Devina were equal in strength, weaknesses and focus.
especially with the focus of attention, when the two "teams" they understood how high were the stakes. All the world's future hung in the balance, the patience of the great Creator has been tested on a long and inconclusive process of conflict between good and evil on the planet below. Just weeks before, had declared from on high that there would be seven last chances to prevail, and after a simple majority rule would be the winner not only about the physical world but also on the bucolic and wild heaven Nigel
depths of hell was in charge of the "good." Devina captained the "bad." And the devil libelous
was cheating.
The rules of the game that Nigel and Devina They provided they would choose the souls "at stake" and then sit and observe Jim Heron interact and direct the course of events until the decision was well redemption or damnation. Seven
opportunities. And the first had been resolved in favor of Nigel.
The other six would be conducted in real sand. And in the course of events, Nigel and Devina had allowed a certain degree of "training" as Nigel had won the coin tossed, had been allowed to approach first to Jim and the parity was preserved, Devine also had been allowed to interact with the man ... but now were supposed to be off the field and on the sidelines for most of the game, with interactions limited to occasional downtime and end of the game, to recap for those who had been the prevailing party
However, Devina was down there. Down there and doing crazy things.
"You also interfere. Nigel
stopped but did not turn to face Colin.
"My dear boy, fuck yourself.
Colin's laugh was deep and for once devoid of sarcasm.
"Ah, here's the guy we know and love. I wondered where you went, given how badly they've played.
Giving back to his best mate, Nigel stared across the lawn and the high walls of the Castle of the House of Souls. Beyond the great stone fortress, a magnificent mansion infinite relaxed furniture and equipment, the lights were alive of those who had provided themselves good and wonderful nature during his time on Earth.
If angels did not prevail, those who had deserved much they had lost would now be in the depths of Hell. Like everyone else ... including himself and his three associates.
-Adrian and Edward were not in the rules, "said Colin.
"They accepted the leadership of Jim. It is a very different view of what she is doing.
"Granted. But we're not down there unrepresented.
"She's flirting with the bases of the conflict.
"You really surprised Colin's tone, always acute, turned deadly. We struggled with it too long to be unaware of his duplicity. Maybe that's why the Creator allowed to continue with our two emissaries. "Maybe
also the Creator wants us to win.
Nigel was forced to start walking again and his eyes could not depart from the bridge over the moat and strong entrance to the mansion. The view of the enormous and closed portal, which he alone held the key to metaphysics, reassured him, but unfortunately not for good reason. The souls were safe only if those races were won.
- Are you going to take more action? Colin asked as they took a big bend on the turf and headed toward the table on which tea had been arranged.
- How could I?
- Are you willing to risk losing just by being honest? Nigel
Byron greeted Bertie and sitting on the distance from a teapot and a carousel of thin sandwiches. As was proper, had not poured or eaten and would not do until the other two chairs at the table were occupied. Meanwhile, Tarquei, the beloved Irish greyhound Bertie, was huddled in a chair next to the archangel, the great beast stared at Colin and Nigel, his wise and quiet eyes did not miss anything. Nigel
busied himself with his handkerchief.
-Victoria and fraud are inconsistent. And Adrian and Edward are in your idea. Do not know why I'm letting. Colin
cursed, his aristocratic precise intonation edges added to naughty words.
"You know damn well we will not have a bloody chance unless regulations force them also. That's why you're consenting. How to replicate
Nigel was not a sound of coughing, noting that the conversation was over and finished. And indications, both went to the table that was prepared at will and disappear in the same way.
Nigel and others, did not live and breathe, just was. And the food was equally necessary or existing, as was the field and all that the four were to spend their eternity. But the trappings of a refined life had value.
In fact, the units share Colin was well equipped and taking breaks in there were not any need for sleep, but to recharge in a different way.
War was exhausting, never ended his burns and sometimes a physical relief needed. While
Nigel took his place at the table, regrouped his forces and resumed the mantle of leadership and served as Byron smiled. In front of the other two, he was always one who had to be. Colin, however, was different ... but only when alone.
never when there were others present.
As he lifted his wonderful bone china cup saucer, the Earl Grey scented steam wafted up her nose and worried under his calm exterior.
could not afford to lose even one of the races, but a gentleman never played dirty. He had his standards
cunning in the game.
Damn.
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