‘By order of Jehovah; our god, our lord; the king of kings.
The possession and or collection of angels; be they once human or demon, for the purpose of possessing a harem is hereby banned. All indentured concubines are hereby emancipated.’
There was more to the scroll that a clearly enraged and still drunk blond hair angel just crumpled into a ball as he watches in disgust at the sight he is being forced to observe. The captain of the palace guard smiling as he and thirty guardsmen enter Jove’s private quarters and proceed to collect every one of his slave spouses.
“Where is your wife,” The guard Captain unable to hold his glee as he watches several of Jove’s former slaves flip him off as they walk out the door. “I thought Juno would be here to observe this wonderful event.
“Go fuck yourself,” Jove snarls as he watches the last Adonis strut by; he also flips Jove off.
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Sitting in a jail cell within the palace dungeon, Kusheil could only sulk as he drops the scroll to the ground.
“Jove’s law,” Kusheil sighs; he was just informed by his daughter who came by after hearing the pale skinned angel’s arrest for trying to attack Jehovah.
“I could care less about that,” the woman speaking; “what made you think you could attack our king?”
Kusheil could not answer as he looks up to see his daughter.
“You look like your mother,” Kusheil sighs; “so like her.” Kusheil stares at his daughter. A women that stands roughly six feet in height. She had a youthful looking face bordered with curly auburn hair that fell to her shoulders; a blue halo floated above her head, matching her blue eyes. She had a pair of wings in the style of a green macaw. Wearing a plain brown tunic and pleated skirt with knee high boots.
“You keep saying,” as she continues to stare; “but that still doesn’t answer my question.”
“I don’t have an answer for you,” Kusheil dropping his head; he didn’t realize he tried to attack Jehovah. All he could picture was Enoch grinning at him as Semyaza listed every decision he made that was borderline questionable. The total lack of evidence stemming from the arrest of Azure Skywing. The lack of evidence that could substantiate the continued incarceration of Tarfeil. As well as the lack of credible evidence to continue the closure of the Grand Library. All Kusheil could see was Enoch’s smug look as Jehovah kept speaking.
“No wonder mother left you,” the female angel throwing her hands up in disgust; “you’ve let pride poison your heart. You’re so far gone, that trying to admit you are wrong is anathema to your mind,” she adds. “When the palace guards arrive at your estate, I won’t try to stop them.” The angel turns around to walk out of sight but no out of earshot; “and I won’t be there when you get back. Assuming you are released from here.”
Kusheil sighs as he hears the sound of a heavy door opening; allowing his daughter to leave the jail cells, leaving him alone.
“It’s all his fault,” Kusheil breathing heavily; “I will get you Enoch Morningstar.”
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“Do you know where you will go?” an elderly looking angel approaching the woman as she leaves the jail. She turns around and immediately drops in a curtsy as it was Jehovah addressing her.
“Forgive me my lord,” she answers; “I am just leaving after speaking to my father.”
“It’s all right,” Jehovah placing a hand on the angel’s shoulder; “I’m certain you have much on your mind right now. Your father is under a lot of stress.”
“Is that why he tried to deck you,” the angel asking; “Stress?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Jehovah sighing as he strokes his beard; “you can get up. No need to ruin those lovely boots of yours. But I still have to ask,” Jehovah smiling at the young woman; “where will you go?”
“To mom’s place,” the angel answering; “I still keep in touch, even if she prefers to spend most of her time on Earth or in Limbo.”
“Safe travels then,” Jehovah nodding; “if you’ll excuse me, I’m hoping to have a word with your father.”
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The androgynous pale white skin angel looks up from the cell he was tossed in a few hours prior. He sees he has another visitor; Kusheil notices it is Jehovah staring down on him. All pretence of a warm fatherly style chat was nowhere in sight. All Kusheil could see was an ominous storm front building up being the elder angel.
“You know you’re In trouble,” Jehovah starring at the sullen angel behind bars; “the question is how much?”
“I’m not the one harbouring demon filth,” Kusheil spitting; “I’m not the one allowing demon collaborators to roam free.”
“And where is your evidence,” Jehovah giving Kusheil an accusatory stare; “where is that tangible proof needed to justify these wild theories of yours?”
“I should not have to play detective,” Kusheil snapping back; “I am the head of the inquisition. My word alone should be proof enough!”
“You were the head of the inquisition,” Jehovah answering coldly. Grabbing a nearby chair he sits down; so his almost at eye level to the disgruntled angel. “I relived you of your position,” Jehovah replying; “you attempted assault on me made your suspension all the more easier to meet out.”
“And who is taking my place,” Kusheil sneering; “who is going to steer the ship?”
“Semyaza has agreed to stand in for you,” Jehovah sighing; knowing that it may not be the best ideal to allow him you run things. Semyaza was known to take the extreme route when dealing with issues; yet Jehovah had no other viable option to run the Inquisitorial headquarters. “He will fill in until you have demonstrated some common sense.”
“At least he will keep Azure and Tarfeil under close eye,” Kusheil grumbling.
“Your assuming that he is going to find a loophole to ignore my directive,” Jehovah answering; “I did order their release from inquisitor custody. And speaking of custody,” Jehovah getting up after spying the scroll containing Jove’s law on it; “I understand you have a slave harem.”
“Only two female angels,” Kusheil shaking his head; “I had their wings clipped so they couldn’t fly away.”
“I’ll let Raphael know that,” Jehovah getting up; “I’ll also let him know to examine every single emancipated angel to see if they need whatever mutilation that was done to them repaired. Perhaps a fair punishment is to have your wings clipped,” Jehovah starring at the sullen angel; “as a reminder of the freedom you stripped from those around you.”