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Title: Archangel: Love

Author: YL Parker

Release Date: 5 June 2016


Diana Deluna comes to Rome to finish her last year in high school at St. Clare’s High. Diana’s father is called to investigate the disappearance of The Shroud of Turin from a museum in central Rome. The archangel Michael has taken the image of a man and tracked the shroud
and other ancient relics to the shores of Italy. Michael stumbles upon one of several keys that have opened the cells to some of the most dangerous dark archangels of all time. 

Michael summons the seven archangels of light to help him bring the fallen he imprisoned back to justice. Michael saves Diana from a demonic attack. 
Diana Deluna finds herself in a world of angels and demons forced to survive while loving a man who isn’t human.

~ Excerpt ~

Chapter 1
Great War sparked in heaven across all tiers of
the realm at once. The fallen archangels severed their ties, broke ranks and
turned on the others.  They led the
rebellion and it swept like wildfire.
Battalions of dark angels were determined to take
power from the Father, abandoned their posts, and stormed the great castle in
the sky.
The dark
archangels took over the dark angels, watchers, and the demons. They ultimately
drove a splinter between the angels within all ranks.
The first battle ignited
so quickly and repeated every minute of time ever since.
Michael the chief of
all the archangels arrived the enemy weakened and their ranks decimated.
He was a most valiant
warrior, prince of the heavenly palace, defender of all that was invisible and
fallen archangels and the lower angels were quickly identified. The angels and
archangels of light did all to protect the palace, and the realm in all times.
The dark foes got as far as the gardens
outside the castle. The other fallen angels fought back. Michael, chief of all
the archangels took all of the angels he found and fought against the dragon,
and the dragon and his angels fought them back.
The dragon glowed in the sky. It was a black body trimmed in crimson
drove them to Heaven’s Endone of many
realms in their sky kingdom. Once outside the castle, Michael hunted them down
like dogs. Lucifer was stripped of his wings and title from the moment that he
fell. He took the dragon for his avatar on that day and every day since.
Lucifer took to the earth with all his angels, never to return. He had many
shapes and many names but he was too many known as Satan. They created sin and
sought to this day to destroy man. Satan fell to the ground. The dark angels
and archangels were stripped of their powers at Heaven’s End.
Heaven’s End was the gate between
heaven and earth. It was close to some of the highest mountains on earth.  There as an invisible barrier between the
ceilings of earth that was colored like the blackest night. They fought,
escaped, and hid clinging against the layers of the atmospheres for eons.
Michael prevailed against all of them over and over again. But they disappeared
one by one with every fight.
The angels
fell like stars that day, and losing their light.  They held on with all their might in battle
after battle at the plain between heaven and earth. The dark archangels gained
all that was evil. It became their friend and with all their light, the powers
given to them also vanished and they were left with what they could forge from
Cimmerian shade, fire and the dark arts. Those who were against them would
always be against them.
However, Michael the chief archangel would stand
between nightfall and light.
The general and the armies that he commanded
outnumbered them in the millions and drove them into the hills beyond First Heaven right outside the castle
gates. First Heaven was nothing but
rainbows and unicorns and their Queen lived there, Mary was her name.  He marched in front of a row of angels that
followed at his command at First Heaven’s
gate. The city of All That Lie in Between was on the right
and the castle gates were on the left beside All That Lie in Between. All That Lie in Between was a never-ending
city with blinking lights. It was a working city that never slept, in a
parallel world between heaven and earth, separated by an invisible wall. They
worked day and night at their jobs to keep the universe safe
The regiment marched past the waterfalls. The water flushed down
a circle and bounced off a ring of paradise. There was an everlasting rainbow
that formed in the crater on a sunny day and the sun in this dimension was
everlasting. They desperately looked for an exit. All of the portals were covered
with more portals inside of them. He finally found one at the steps of No Return. The steps went on forever.
Water slowly washed over the steps to slow time. Michael led the way as a
regiment of his army followed him. The roaring water held them despite its
power at times it looked still. They landed at the edge of a murky puddle.
Michael’s Pegasus, Spade knew
its home was in sight. The beast had marbled eyes, shiny dark fur, wings, and a
main trimmed in gray hair. No Return
was a tropical terrain and home to all the Pegasus that lived amongst the
waterfalls and rainbows. The sea foam water plunged down a slope at No Return that was over four feet wide.
The water bounced up against the largest boulder in view. No Return was very beautiful, unlike its name suggested. The trees
on the edges were dark green. The boulders were sculpted in dark gray granite.
They were treacherous yet beautiful. Michael scanned the edge for the water.
Spade galloped through and on top of the clouds. Michael halted Spade then looked
to his left. He saw the circular boundaries of Heaven’s End to his right and No
to his left. 
“Have you found them?” Michael asked Raphael.
“No, “said Raphael. Raphael had a
beard and a large purple angel tattooed on his neck with a pale complexion
throughout. Raphael’s short brown hair tousled from the wind and sweat.
“Secure Heaven’s End.
Take a fleet of chariots and six regiments to the rear...”Michael ordered.
Michael squinted with his dark brown eyes and sighed under his breath. His dark
brown hair fluttered against his brow. Gabriel the tracker, and the messenger
sat on his steed beside Michael with his eyes closed. Gabriel searched
throughout the cosmos for a way out an end the pestilence that set upon them,
but there was none. If there were a solution, Gabriel would find it. Gabriel
suddenly opened his eyes.
“General, Sariel, Ramiel, and Ragule, are all uncounted for,”
Gabriel said before Michael could continue. Gabriel’s eyes were deep blue.
He was pale with shoulder length sandy blonde hair that stopped at his
shoulders. Raphael galloped up. He was distracted by the bodies stacked one on
top of the other. Raphael’s eyes glanced at the wounded beyond. They littered
amongst the black clouds that mixed and rolled like fog. Their skulls cracked,
and their spines torn from their bodies and light ripped from a lantern.
Raphael swayed. His face was astonished, shocked, and never saw such carnage
amongst his own. The white body was difficult to fix. It was slightly easier to
repair than the human body. The palace doctor saw clear through the bone. It
was no use and the soldier withered away within his grasp. These were his
warriors the finest of the dominion. The dominion noble winced and folded back
on his knees.
Raphael moved to pet Shadow. It was named Shadow because the mammal moved in ways opposite of light. Raphael stood and Michael anticipated his thought as Raphael hoisted
himself up on the grey winged horse.
“Doctor, we must save our energies for the living… The palace
physician is needed elsewhere,” Michael said. Raphael steadied the Pegasus,
Shadow and swept the bodies with one small glance. Raphael smirked but Michael
was right these angels would live or die as the Father’s will. It was beyond
his control.
Raphael’s blue eyes
widened, the mechanical grip from his gauntlets tightened on the reigns, and
steered his steed. The animal launched then sped beyond light into the clouds
to Heaven’s End. Raphael arrived in
the sky between dimensions. He bounced from cloud to cloud like a chess player,
but it was a deadly game in the sky. The animal arrived on the peak of a
mountain, and Raphael waited while a sea of clouds rolled across their feet.
Only satellites hovered in these heights with them, but the humans could not
see them. Dark archangels appeared in and out of time cloaked as bright lights.
Gabriel followed Raphael. The bulk of Michael’s force had arrived at No Return.
The general looked from the left to right sides
of the lines as he rode along sizing up his force. His heart pounded but he
held his anger his closed fist before he released it to halt the troops behind
him. The chief archangel looked to the sky and one dark horse appeared on his
flank behind the highest mountain in heaven. He could see it instantly even
though it was miles away.
They turned their
energies to the underworld and the occult. Angels fell from all the ranks in
gave them a choice to follow him, the Father, or to fall. His
eyes glowed, lit up like a Christmas tree, and he was ready.
In the
last battle, Michael lost many of his troops. He was the only seraphim capable
of waging a war of this magnitude. This battle was the key to all battles and
would repeat for every day since in the hearts of man in song and legend. The
general was charged to lead them all. The Powers were the Father’s most lethal
fighting force, and they outnumbered all the angels, and they answered only to
Michael’s command. The angels sang as they defended their kingdom in between
minutes and eons.
pawed the ground with its hoof. It was stealth and appeared on the enemy
undetected. Then without a moment’s notice, angels fell in slow motion to its
left and its right. Michael clashed with the living and the dead on his black
Pegasus Spade. The animal drove
forward and kept with the pace. The unicorn was a distant cousin to the
Pegasus. This particular unicorn was all black with deep purple irises. It was
one of a kind. Both creatures bred specifically to serve the archangel corp.
The horn on its head was in the shape of a stone chiseled blade. The beast also
had grey hair. It turned to its Pegasus companion and snorted then both animals

The angel’s body was a white body. The white body was the equivalent
to the soul for angels. It was pure light that was all-powerful. It was forged
in the depths of the universe counter to the black body.
The black body was made
of chromium, nickel and cobalt mixed oxides. The black body was camouflaged. It
could absorb and reflect radar energies. It absorbed light and created a radar heater.
It glowed with an internal lamp nickel and phosphorus. It was super black. The
black body hid and stored energy from the photosphere. The brutes thrived in
obsidian and their time was space time. Once at full power the betrayers were
like vacuums and needed to absorb or create energy. They cut off the light
between heaven and earth.
The white
bodies and the black bodies were on the battlefield mixed together. Raphael and
Gabriel were surprised at what they saw. Michael turned away not bewildered at what
lay before him. The bodies of their brethren were sprawled across the land.
Their necks were cracked and their bodies twisted and left for dead. Their
spines ripped from their bodies left and stacked on top of each other to one
side. Their bodies and legs bent and scattered in a nearby pool. The pool
turned black from day old blood mingled with the scent of death. Its gauntlet
was and torn from its contorted body.
The chief archangel jumped down past the heavens
and landed on solid clay rock. He aimed his gauntlet up into the sky and tuned
it with his other hand so the gauntlet moved clock wise. The general closed the
clouds and the dimensions locked. He looked around and recognized the desolate
dry place where night ruled the day. It was Mount Herman. He sighed in relief
then turned to his duty the scavengers beyond his reach. Michael stood for a
moment locked in a gaze with the horse. The horse was Suriel. Michael looked to
his right and beheld a vulture that sat on a rock, waiting. It could be anyone of
the dark archangels that deceived him that day. The general searched his jaw
was, drawn, squared as if chiseled with the strength of on sole muscle.
Then a flock of crows landed on the ground to his
left and he identified Uzza and Ariel.
The chief quickly turned from them sizing up the scene. The chief
archangel growled looking around. If they thought to surround the general they
would be disappointed. Michael could see the path they had chosen now. The
general looked back to the horse. The dark horse darted forward then snorted.
His angels looked at it, distracted, and then thousands upon thousands of dark
angels appeared, surrounding them, and that was when it started. Michael
shouted orders time after time until his forces drove them away. The dark angels
sought refuge in the highest, the most barren caves they could find, and
slithered about in these holes for eons.

Mount Herman
was a giant chiseled mountain made of stone and was the highest peak on earth.
It touched the heavens. Mount Herman sat beyond them cloaked from the real
world, yet these giant mountains were only known in the spiritual world. It was
made of pure white stone and reached from the base of the earth to the tip of First Heaven. Its beauty set it apart
from all of the mountains in all the realms. In the sunlight it sparkled of
pearl and ivory. It was made of the hardest purest granite of the entire
universe. Warfare had raged there for centuries and it was one of many doors to
Michael calculated one
third of his angels were gone. As many as forty archangels teetered between
salvation and ruin. The general saved as many as he could and gave the rest the
choice of heaven or hell. Instead of
making a decision, they hid amongst the heavens but something else blocked his
sight. Michael followed them through all
times looking for them, spent the greater part of his time searching for them,
and his time was infinite. Seven of the dark archangels fell, yet three of them
were within his sights on Terra, but where? They scattered like vermin
throughout the earth.
The air trembled, and
then the water to the left lay still. Beyond the beach rose land covered in
granite rocks and pebbles of all sizes. They shifted and wavered as the beings
appeared. They stood before him one by one as shadows, morphed into the shape
of angels. Michael ran to a nearby mountain, aware they were following him.
They moved slowly like ghosts anchored in one dimension, yet easily seen in
another. The chief archangel turned to face them as he armored up and lit his
sword. He rolled it into a spear then lunged into them as they phased into
time. Michael took on all seven of the dark ones alone. The archangel of light
slammed into the earth, he rose from the dirt, and he looked from the left to
the right with a gaze as bright as a flickering flame.
Michael grabbed the
demon to his left, by the throat and brought it eye level. It wasn’t even an
angel, let alone an archangel. He heard Samael’s laughter not far away.
Laughter again and again each time higher and wicked than the last. This time
Samael chuckled. Michael turned his head then ran to Samael’s position.
”You’re wasting your
energy, chief,” he said with a wicked heckle. Michael grabbed Samael and threw
him into a lake beside a nearby mountain then turned again. Ariel and Azeal
slammed into his back. Michael twisted, and tossed, and Ariel was thrown on the
ground. Then Michael scanned the area, three of them, but together would be no
match for one chief archangel.
“Michael, Michael,”
Samael hissed as master of distortion. Samael rose from the lake and attacked
again, but Michael whirled his attackers into the side of the same mountain,
and then dashed in pursuit. They disappeared before he got to them in the
corner of the base of the mountain.
The small valley beneath
the mountain range was thin and narrow. A few meters from the base, the ground
on opposite sides was of mixed turf and black sand. The shadows of his foe
competed with clouds near the peaks. It was prime real estate for colossal
creatures like these, with egos that were even larger than life. Michael chased
Azeal and Samael around the base of the mountain, but the pair dove into the
darkness. Michael stopped and searched the darkness for them. Creatures of the
underworld that they were, the darkness of caverns and volcanoes called to
them. Samael moved at the speed of light into sight and drove his staff into
Michael’s thigh. Michael grabbed the staff, pulled it out, and sent a wave of
heat up to Samael’s arm. Samael let go of the staff and backed up, grunting.
They chuckled and hopped
from peak to peak along the small range of mountains. Ariel favored one leg,
but he was still nimble. The sky was now dark blue with smoky and light pink
colored clouds. It was with the hue from a descending sun, which glared like a
streetlight along the mountain base. The mountains themselves were a mix of
light and brown; the color of the richest dirt on earth. A crow landed next to
Michael. He recognized it as Ariel just before it flew up at his face. Michael
morphed his armor to protect his eyes. The archangels were made of the best;
gathering two or three from each type of angel in heaven. Ariel was a seraph,
one of Michael’s own kin, and Seraphim could change into any creature they
The clouds thickened and
hovered together in a thick barrier closing out the sky. The valley and the
base of the mountain had darkened, as had the low hills at the foot of the
mountain that covered the scene for miles and miles. From the base of the rock
to the north-west of the beach was a purple light with a pink and yellow hue.
It bounced off the water while elsewhere the darkness of the impending night
cloaked the ground and the grass as far as one could see.
Azeal recovered from
behind the mountain. He ran toward Michael who turned and squared his shoulders
in readiness. Then he stretched out across the ground and galloped on the
ground like a four legged animal. Azeal launched into Michael through the air.
Michael opened his helmet, and then he pulled it back over his face. He bent
forward on the ground stretched out his arm and moved his fingers. It was as
though Michael was bending and slowing time with the other hand clasped in the
dirt. Azeal slammed into Michael with the force of two trucks weighing several
ton. He felt the ground rattle beneath him. Michael took the blow and held his
ground for a moment. Then he curled around the blind spot on the other side of
the mountain.
Michael saw Azazel out
of the corner of his eye, pulled off gauntlets then brought Azazel down with
his light. The other archangels took off running into the wilderness. Michael
still had Azazel, the dragon’s second lieutenant and one of the instigators
that started it all. Before this time, even, farther back near the beginning,
Azazel was expelled from the sky kingdom for making weapons and conspiring
against the crown. These were the least of his crimes. It took Michael ages to
find him, as his quarry always slipped from his reach. Azazel fled to earth.
Michael pinned Azazel on the ground below his boot as he looked up and saw a
bright star fall to the ground. The gold body descended to land softly, and
Raphael walked out of the light. He hurled abeam into Azazel, then split the
earth with his fist and Azazel fell into the gorge. Michael nodded and launched
into the sky.
As many as twenty
archangels were still at large and teetered between good and evil. They lost
their power over time when they fell but something brought them here, linked
them through worlds and times, and it was this dark object that called for
Michael’s attention. When the dragon saw that he
had been hurled to the earth; he hissed and vowed to pursue man and its
descendants for all time and he slithered into the earth.
lost them where he always lost them;
they disappeared near Mount Ararat
in the time of Noah.
realm they created was never equal to what they had in heaven.
Many of the archangels had scattered since that battle, some not knowing
what to do with their powers and newfound freedom.
Mount Ararat was the same cluster of many large mountains that climbed from the sea.
The cliffs housed early man, early beast, and early demons. The earth was
beautiful then with oceans and cliffs and green pastures went on forever. Man
ran wild learning, yet consumed with eating and breeding and later speaking,
reading then writing. They looked to the stars and dreamed of the spiritual
world and the unknown.
It was the watchers who taught the humans all of
the dark arts known to earth and just some of the secrets of the mystical realms
beyond Terra. There was enough evil contained in some of the treasure of
knowledge to last them for lifetimes beyond this world. The weapon making,
enchantments, Gnosticism and violence seemed infinite and it was Michael’s task
to stop them before it would get worse.
Michael crashed onto the
shores somewhere in Italy and with one glance he knew this ancient place.
Michael pried off both his gauntlets and wiped the wet sand from his brow and
beard. His legs felt weak, so he fell to his knees, and then looked about for
his helmet, which had come off during the long fall. His eyes glowed,
star-like, his focus was odd, so he closed them then shook his head to get a
better sense of his surroundings.  The
last thing he remembered was Sariel in one hand and Ramiel in the other. This
was how time always repeated itself but not this day. The tornadoes and winds
blew out of control. The archangel of light braced himself for the light and
fell backwards. The chief archangel dug one gauntlet into the sand and then the
other to steady his torso. His eyes lit then turned dark brown. The general saw
the stars shooting from the sky. The war was still on and the commander had
lost control of it.
Michael opened his eyes
again and sensed they had turned dark brown. That was better. He needed to look
at this place with the eyes of a human. The general oriented himself, looked to
his left along the shore, no more than a meter from the water. The chief
archangel concentrated, but he had lost the signal the dark object that brought
him here. In the distance was a very long sliver of land, perhaps a peninsula,
boasting bright city lights that twinkled every second. The sky was aqua blue
and the dark grey clouds swirled round the moon. The water was light blue in
the waning light and to his left was a large brown rock that sparkled with
copper infused in the fossilized rock with shells and starfish.
The sun was setting and
the commander of all the archangels knew he didn’t have much time to accomplish
his mission. Michael tried to get up, but his legs were still oddly weak. He
sat back on the ground and rubbed more sand from his beard. But this would get
him nowhere. Soon, the prince of the palace was on all fours with his hands in
the sand, searching for the signal from the dark relic that led him to this
The archangel of light
arched his back from exhaustion. An outline of purple and white wings glowed on
his back beneath his skin. They were for propulsion, nothing more and they
didn’t help him today when what he sought was on the earth. Michael shifted out
of his armor to his second suit, white trimmed in silver. He looked to his
hands and gloves morphed over his white glowing palms. He reached to his gold
utility belt as he concentrated on slowing his breath and centering himself.
Each second of each
minute he felt more and more lost and this weakened him more and more as the
once valiant general amongst heaven’s ranks clung to the skin of this planet.
Michael had followed a signal to earth once before, caught up in a time
paradox, because his angel corps was out of sync that time. The general located
his helmet easily, dragged it close to him and snapped it over his face. Then
he staggered to his feet, his helmet covered his face and his battle armor
extended over his golden suit, ready for the archangels of darkness to phase
into this time period. The archangel of light could tell from technology and
shape of the buildings in the distance that he was well past the year 2000.
The black marbled sky
was quiet, but not for long. First there was a loud boom and then a thousand
stars burst in the sky. The chief archangel saw it like a picture before him.
These were his brethren, his kin, colleagues, not just stars in the sky. He
read every star in the sky like a story, and every solar system like a book. It
was like a collection of words that spoke to him. He knew every entity in the
universe both near and far. Only Michael and the dominion knew this language.
They were the managers of all angels. The stars marched in unison over the
trees in the distance and fell to earth.
The sky turned light
blue, and surely the humans noticed it. He didn’t have the power to turn the
earth but time was another story. Michael was a zeitgeist or a time spirit. He
spun his forefinger as if winding a clock to the precipice of dusk, teetering
on night and day. The clouds swirled like a tornado to the sun. The archangel
of light opened up the Milky Way and wound the wind with his hand. He pointed
and moved his hand across the air, hoping to seal the rift to his left. The
chief archangel opened his hands again, the clouds wouldn’t stop. The general
pounded his fist in the sand again and then relaxed thinking he still could
save the earth.  This was his Father’s world.
Michael squinted and
looked again at the clouds. He aimed his far-reaching vision close to Rome.
Michael smelled the smog from the city streets in the night air and knew he was
not far from the city. The clouds above had grown dark and the sky yellowed.
The clouds billowed aimlessly as if with no time and purpose. Yet Michael knew
what it was. Something was coming to this time and place. It was a dark
archangel, who would churn the skies, scorch the earth, raise the winds, and
open a window to chaos.
Now he was alone. Now it
was the time… the time he had fallen from the sky. A talisman fused with
darkness and evil had brought him here, but why to this place? The objects held
dark power and he would need to find his archangels to consolidate his ranks. The
dreams and memories swirled around him and settled. The general was somewhere
near Rome in the 21st Century. The chief archangel sat up, found the
energy to rise slowly, morphed into a white suit and white shirt.
walked to the edge of the rushing water. The archangel stood watching as the
water rushed back and forth against his feet. He turned to look up the sandy
hill, then set off walking.
The sand poured into his
shoes and the force of gravity tried to draw him back to the shore. Michael
continued up to the peak of the hill and brushed past two thick green shrubs to
the road towards the city. His short time on earth had weakened him, and the
general would need Uriel to intensify his power until autumn. It was still
summer, according to the mildness of the air, and Uriel’s time to shine bright.
Gabriel was the archangel of winter and Raphael was the spring. There was interference from good as well
as evil in the wind, so he went walking towards it near the city of Rome.
imagined what would happen when he found this particular dark object, which
called to him and to every other angel. The dark archangels would not be far
behind and vice versa. They were always drawn to their masters. Michael stood
on the edge of the road not sure where to go next.
Michael walked for miles
through path after path around the curve of the dusty small country road that
intersected into one after another. It was a barren and desolate space in this
part of Italy. The chief archangel brushed past the trees in the thick brush on
either side of the enclosure made entirely of thick brush on either side. The
spaces were small but still passable. Michael walked out of the brush with
light emitting from the outside of his body and meters beyond to light his
path. Then he emerged in his customary white suit.
The general stopped,
stood, and ran his left hand through his wild brown hair. Then he looked up and
saw Gabriel at the top of the hill. Gabriel walked
along the street. He felt odd. He had been here on earth countless times. He
always found a body that was close to the same look, usually the same build,
and the same station in life. He stopped in front of the park bench. He wiped
his eyes, and tried to get his bearings. He didn’t know where he was which was
typical of the conversion process. He looked into his pockets. One was empty,
and another with identification. The messenger looked at the card then felt his
face. It felt strangely the same and familiar. He was a little spooked and
stood. Michael
paused in silence with his eyes drawn then closed them.
The archangel tilted his head back slightly and ascended into the air. The
avenging angel turning into a golden man, and then morphed into pure light to a
place in the sky with the stars. Michael armored up and flew low the rest of
the way to Rome.

 ~ About the Author ~

YL Parker was born and resides in  North Carolina. She has been a teacher for over 18 years.She was a Lecturer online at King Khalid University in Languages and Translations in
2013. She began working on her doctorate in Transformation Leadership. She is currently an engineering entrepreneur developing projects in energy, media, and healthcare. She has always loved stories ever since she was a young girl. She wrote screenplays for ten years and now
has brought her storytelling to books. She has BA in English and a MA in Teaching and Learning with Technology.

Find more about her @ Website

~ Other Books by this Author ~ 

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Title: Don't Make me Angry

Release Date: Feb 17, 2013

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