Jasmine saw her work, and knew she had done the will of Allah, for unlike those Nazarene
angels, she could do no less, and she was proud of that fact, and satisfied unlike -some-
Angel at the dawn of things, her pride wouldn't make her forget her place in the chain of
command nor blindly believe that she knew better than her superiors. The fact that the
remaining two thirds of Nazarene angels still loyal to Allah could act and react more
dynamically than her Islamic kin was something Jasmine begrudgingly admitted and
equally begrudgingly admitted to the need for their existence in the expressions of Allah's
Will.
Jasmine's work had not ended with the dismantling of the kingdom of illusions, she had
much work left to do. As for why she had chosen to keep a female shell after having her
body made into a human once again, well, what better way to prove she was no
misogynist? Her shell was just that, a shell, it wasn't her so she didn't have a mortal's
warped fixation on two parts of their gene sequence.
The toppling of the circular walls of mirrors surrounding human beings had not ended the
conflict between the faiths... technically. With Allah and his Messengers finally free to
speak to His People again freely, the feud between Islam, Jews and Christians had ended in
a day in a half. Jasmine smirk, 'Just needed to remind them that they were all worship
different facets of the SAME God!' It was hard to tell your men that you were fighting for
the will of your god when Messengers of said god appeared to say otherwise... of course
there were plenty who DARED call Jasmine a rebel messenger in disguise... she changed
their minds quickly enough via methods that none of those men would admit to any other
man for as long as they lived if they wished to save face (Similarly amusing and rather
poetic given current events tactics had been applied by her counter parts on male and
female dissenters of the Jews and Christians). The irony of the angel of the jihad ripping
away the self righteous 'religious' mask of a terror group wasn't lost Jasmine knowing the
modern association with the word of her station.
When the KKK were told in a divine vision that were all mass excommunicated at first they
all laughed since none of them were Catholics... then it was made clear that they wasn't
exactly what they were being excommunicated from... Now the hate group was trying it's
hardest to keep from imploding!
Jasmine was realistic enough to see mythicals who were murdered for the 'crime' of being
mythicals by paranoid humans, but she was also practical enough to know these same
humans would have simply murdered a homosexual or a negro instead of Project Return
hadn't happened. Then there were the mythicals who could now show off their
'superiority' without fear of blowing their cover... Of course 'species' had been added to
police data basis and ID profiles along with skin color and weight... It was easier to prove
you couldn't have been at that murder scene when you could honestly say you were
visiting a 300 year old point eared relative, and harder to say there was no way you could
have been at the murder scene when you had the ability to open gates from one location
to another within a certain radius...
Of course, the peace between the three facets of The Truth and advent of project return,
didn't end the healthy competition with all the OTHER theologies.... except for
Sciencetologists and a certain religion LITERALLY made as a comical wit satire mockery of
other faiths. Jasmine actually found herself looking foreword to the Struggle with the
Buddhists and the Hindus...
A cynical or overly pragmatic person would instantly jump to the conclusion that when
Jasmine said 'struggle' she really meant 'war'..... such people would have been dead
wrong.
On an almost amusing The Satanists, having chosen the name for organization originally
out of irony rather than any demonic devotion, due the revelation that yes, Jehovah and
Lucifer were indeed actually entities, VERY quickly changed their name to 'Human Self-
Actualizer' and then after about a few dozen or so irritated letters the next day changed it
again to 'Mortal Self-Actualizers.'
"You know.... all things considered... it almost a shame that the four new Nazarenes and
the cherub, Kyriel," 'I hate to admit it... but her true self really is as cute as her shell.' "It's
almost a shame we couldn't work together more, but I am of Islam and they are of
Nazareth, they have their place and their role and I have mine..." Jasmine allowed herself to
smile knowing no one else would see it.
That was when Jasmine's divine senses went off, like a human singling out one snowflake
during winter she sensed it... And her gut twisted in disgust. She knew this feeling and her
smile evaporated in an instant.
'Imps, pst, I guess in their way they're the opposite of Vicki and her sisters.... they were
mortal souls transmuted into Messengers aligned with Allah. Imps, these vermin were fae
who signed a contract with the rebels and transmuted into Messengered aligned with
Iblis.' Jasmine blood boiled at the mere mention of these revolting creatures. 'They do
nothing but disrupt order, or twist order backwards upon itself twisting fate's cloth until
it's nothing but knots... Good this imp ran into me before it could cause any more trouble.'
Allah had created mortals to forgive each other and themselves... Allah had created
Jasmine as the Angel of the Jihad, whose true translation was not holy war but 'The
Struggle' the struggle to be a good member of the faith. And that struggle... was hard
enough without loathsome -cheaters- ripping up the rule book!
Normally Jasmine wouldn't even waist her time on such filth. While a formable warrior to
say the least, Jasmine knew she made a better commander than a shock trooper. However
this scum had made the mistake of desecrating with her very presence of one of the tinny,
tiny insignificant pin point of the universe on this relatively extra-ordinary life producing
orb Jasmine had been momentarily assigned to aid with the reconciliation of the devoted
of Allah and their religious siblings after the naturally occurring little cracks between the
devoted had widened into canyons after the divine had begrudging conceded to cloak itself
from the world when the kingdom of illusions had first been constructed.
AND... now that the kingdom of illusions was destroyed... she had no reason to simply let
things be as the imp reek havoc to it's own amusement and occasionally the will of it's
masters for the sake of people holding onto their precious ignorance...
From the mountain peak Jasmine was standing on her true form, she slip into her shell and
took with her the new toy she had been granted as a reward for her part in Operation
Return (as round about backhand as it was...). In under a minute she was zooming through
the air faster than a jet but with a lot less chance of causing secondary damage from a
second boom.
She spotted the imp with her true senses and her body's eyes. Small fae size, pointed ears,
tinny aerodynamically worthless wings, a squash between a childish body and an adult
face was the shape the imp has chosen to manifest as.
Jasmine was not super specialized for war, and thus had a more diverse set of abilities...
and she saw it... the threads of fate that had been out and now floated useless... She saw
the statue of a woman holding her child. She also sensed the souls inside the statues,
thinking themselves always having been carved from stone.
She did a quick look through the two threads... picking out the thoughts along where they
had been pulled out,
'Mom and dad are getting a divorce... hello, who are you? You're an imp? What that? You
want to grant me a wish? Okay, I wish me and mom could stay together forever.... ' And
now the husband was now a lonely bachelor. And the imp was laughing off it off.
Someone else would have assumed the imp could approach the girl openly due to project
return... this was false, the imp would have approached the girl weather or not return had
occurred. Jasmine wondered if an outside observer would have considered such
happenstance to be a one sided argument in defense of return devoid of a meaningful
voice from the opposing point of view. And Jasmine knew she didn't care. Someone else
might have announced themselves to the imp, someone else might have let themselves be
the new item of attention to the imp letting the time it was distracted slip by.... Jasmine
was none of these.
She drew her weapon more silent than falling snow, this was Her Own weapon, she didn't
need to worry about the imp somehow turning it on her.
Jasmine faster than any true flesh and blood could hope to move and impaled the damn
imp! The stabbing weapon went in one one side and out the other in the same second,
the blade shimmering different glowing shades of white, emitting a slight ring. The imp
found herself one of her heart chambers pierced and the weapon's own blade having
burned away the entrance and exit wounds bleeding. She didn't move a muscle.
"Now," Jasmine leaned in and whispered in the imp's ear, "Listen very carefully, this sword
was forged in the Lake Of Fire, the final oblivion reserved for the rebel angels after the
universe has run it's course. That means, if you so much as sneeze, this blast cut your
heart and spirit in two, and you'll be obliterated, deader than dead, you try to teleport or
invoke any curse or reality warp... this blade will react to it, and the result will be exactly
the same... Do you understand what I just said?"
"Yes...." The imp whispered.
"What is your name? Your original one. Lie and this blade will do it's job."
"Imaus..."
"I'll remember that name forever... any of your 'creative implementations' and I WILL find
you, there won't be a plane of existence obscure enough or a level of Jahannum low
enough for you to hide in... and I promise to make final nothingness the LEAST of your
worries...and you know how we angels are about our promises...fate will not allow you to
end yourself somehow before I find you... Do you understand?"
"Yes.... yes I do..." The imp said deathly afraid.
"Good. Now listen very closely imp." Jasmine then spoke in the language of the
Messengers, for which there is no room for misinterpretation, if translated into crude,
limited english, it would come across roughly as, 'undo every reality warp and curse and
double sided contract you have done and do no more... or else.'
"But... but you said if I did a reality warp with this blade inside..."
"When I remove it.. a tiny fragment of it is going to break off... it'll return to my weapon
once our agreement is reached... try to teleport away, any of your games, or turn on me,
you know what doesn't await you. So, do you wish to cease to exist... or do we have an
agreement?"
Imps were like the natural majority of manipulative sadistic bullies... their cowardice
always shone through when the tables were turned.
"We have an agreement?"
"What's that?" Jasmine said calmly.
"A CONTRACT! We have a contract! There I said it!" The imp said almost crying from the
humiliation. A demon (even a tiny recruited one) being forced to make a deal with a
Angel... it was -almost- enough to make Imaus desire the Lake of Fire blade did the job
right now...
"Good." Jasmine in a flash pulled the blade out of the imp's back side none too gently.
A look of clashing fear and hatred in her eyes, Imaus snapped both her fingers... the
human population increased by the hundreds as statues, paper weights, pizza ovens,
paintings, figurines, dolls, mannequins, fountains, and clothes around the globe
spontaneously became human beings again, retroactively having their lives restored to
them as well... of course, those who had been who had been buried or lost at sea or
dismantled or melted down were teleported to the nearest safe place upon their
restoration. This had the retroactive effect for some of having not aged since their
imprisonment while others died of old age having lived their life long ago. The difference
depended on how long the imprisonment had been and if that person had been in a
position to resume their life or were simply retroactive placed back properly into their
place in the time stream.
"There! DONE! Happy!?" Imaus snarled.
"Good, now go back to Jahannum!" In one swift motion switch to her other sword she cut
the imp's head off which went flying but Jasmine caught it as the imp's lifeless lower body
hit the ground and stank of sulfur even as the child and her mother watched in awe, the
girl's duel set of memories telling her had transpired. Jasmine regretted that a child had to
see it and would have done it different if she could have it over (but that was against one
of creations most basic rules). The rest of the imp's body vaporized as Jasmine held Imaus'
head. "Tell this to your superiors, inferiors, and fellows Imaus The Imp. Your fun and
games are OVER! Understand? You are NOT building up the kingdom of illusions again just
to make this planet back into your personal playground. You no longer have the loopholes
and the technicalities of the kingdom of illusion of hide behind! No Angel has the slightest
obligation to tolerate your presence... now back to where you belong!" Jasmine incinerated
the head in white head in a flash. Imaus, with no shell to inhabit for the moment, had
nothing to anchor her to this plane of reality, and was pulled into what was now her native
plane.
Jasmine breathed in deep and then out slowly. 'That felt better than it should have.'
The high ranking angel took one look at the child and mother and knelt down to the
child's eye level after taking a quick look at the threads again.
She whispered in the girl's eear. 'Your father has been seen what life would be like without
you or your mother... he no longer wants to be without either of you... don't worry child...
your parents will remain together.'
The girl surprised Jasmine somewhat with a hug when the angel accepted before bowing
to the two humans and teleporting away.
'Heh. Kyriel... Your parent wanted a world where truth was not hidden by illusions so all
could make choices based on truth... This makes this your world too I suppose
somewhat.... heh. This is the new world, nay, the true world with the mask removed that
Allah too it seems desires.... so I shall protect it as well.' With that Jasmine returned to her
task that was both her purpose and meaning, and that was enough. 'Vicki. Erica. Luna.
Lisa. Kyriel. May Allah be with you all.'