Legend of The Phoenix

The Citadel of Gods was packed full to the brim with the pantheon seated high on their panel seats upon the hanging podium. Below the podium, on the golden floor, the different units of High Angels sat on white cushions. The Angels - all in white robes - were paying keen attention to the growing conversation amongst the gods.  "For ages now the mortals of Earth have suffered immensely under the yoke of their oppressor, Queen Lucifer. I believe it's time that Heaven intervened and exterminated her." Aria, the god of Air, said and paused.  "The Queen Mother has wrecked havoc upon their lands and brought death into their homes." She added.  "Earthians are feeble, Aria." Ock, the god of Earth, intervened. "They will always eventually die, whether or not we intervene." He added, his face stern and confident.  "I'm with Ock on this one," Drame, the god of Fire, said, adjusting his position to sit comfortably on the chair. "It has been our tradition for eternity to remain hidden away. We cannot now begin to meddle in the affairs of mortals and expose them to the supernatural... they simply cannot handle it."  "Let me rephrase," Aria interrupted and paused. "The Scouts of the Wind have reported that The Queen Mother is growing an army in the underworld... Using human blood to create more of her children, and even as we speak she grows stronger and stronger. If we don't do something, I'm afraid soon there will be nothing stopping her from invading Heaven with her army of demons." She added and everyone now turned to stare at her.  "Heaven is surrounded by Spirit Magic, she wouldn't dare, " Ock said, confidently.  "Ohw come on Ock... we all know Spirit Magic runs through her veins just as it does ours, if she were determined to get through, she definitely could." Aria replied, looking at Ock.  All this while, the High Angels on the floor below remained dead silent as they closely followed the conversation.  "Aria is right." Soulen, the god of Water, who had been awfully quiet, finally spoke. She was always the calmer and more sensible of all the four gods of Heaven.  "Lucifer is becoming a menace... and I know exactly what we should do." She added.  "What's that?" Drame said.  "We will intervene without intervening... meddle without meddling." She answered.  "You are..." Ock blurted, disturbed, and immediately turned to face Drame. "She is doing that thing again, you know... that thing where she says something weird and assumes we all understand, yet it's all in her head."  "What are you saying, Soulen?" Drame said, turning to her.  "Magic," She answered and paused. "We give the Earthians Spirit Magic in the form of a child. An angel born on Earth. A hero to fight for his people."  "Spirit Magic is not for mortal men," Ock said. "They are small-minded, they would use it to fight their own wars against each other."  "That is why the child will never know of the magic in its blood... until he is grown, until he is ready. And when he has come of age we will whisk him away into Heaven, let him train with The Guardian Angels... teach him to channel and control his Magic, inform him of the danger his Earthian folk face from The Queen Mother and then send him back down to go fight for them. Fight for us." "And how are you so sure this son of Earth will succeed?" Ock said.  "I'm not," Soulen answered. "But this way, Earth fights Lucifer through one of its own and we remain in the shadows... meddle without meddling."  "But that will mean we expose the mortals to the existence of Magic." Drame said, sweeping a gaze across his three fellow gods.  "I don't think we have an option," Aria intervened. "Lucifer cannot be defeated without Magic." She added and paused. "I say we do it."  "Okay," Drame said. "I'm in too, let's go with Soulen's plan."  "Ock?" said Aria, turning to him.  "It's already three against one... might as well."  "Okay," Aria said.  "Drame," Soulen called, looking at him. "Let it be Fire... the child." "Okay, I will send a Fire Angel to deliver the seed." Drame said and immediately stood up from his seat.  He walked forward a few paces as his huge feathery garment swept the floor behind him. He now stood high looking down at the Angels seated on the golden floor below.  "Mosiah!" Drame called. His deep voice echoing across the vast space inside The Citadel of Gods.  "My Lord." Mosiah answered from the floor and immediately stood to his feet.  "Approach."  With graceful ease, the white wings erupted behind Mosiah's well-built shoulders. He took a deep breath and immediately began flapping, rising instantly from the ground up towards the gods.  He aligned horizontally with where Drame stood and remained hovering, the huge wings flapping gently behind him.  "Fly down to Earth... find a barren couple and bestow upon them the Seed of Fire."  "Yes My Lord."  "And Mosiah," Drame added, before Mosiah could turn to leave. "Keep an eye on the child once it's born... I will inform you when it's time to bring him to Heaven."  "I understand." Mosiah said and immediately turned around, flapping with grace and disappearing through the permeable walls of The Citadel.  ********************************* From the pitch-dark night sky above, Mosiah could see the scattered lights sparsely dotting the entire surface of Earthian land. He had now already identified the perfect couple for the task and was flying down slowly headed to them. Out in the wastelands of Solia in the West, bordering the shore of the Ocean.  He slowly approached the lowly brick house that stood alone in the outskirts of the small village. As he came closer towards the roof of the house from above, he could hear the gentle and passionate moans coming from inside the house.  His Angelic form allowed him to penetrate any physical object seamlessly and he was soon hovering inside the partially dark room. On the bed below him, a couple was making deep, passionate and bed-squeaking love to each other.  The man lay on top of the woman and stared right into her eyes as he continued humping sensually and gracefully into her. She moaned and he sunk his lips into her mouth, kissing the ecstatic cry right off of her lips.  Mosiah just stood there and watched. He had gotten carried away there for a moment. Not because he was enjoying watching what they were doing, nay, because he found it strange and somewhat off. Just like all other activities Earthian mortals engaged in. You see, Heavenian Angels never engaged in s****l activity. As a matter of fact, although they were all regarded as males, none of them had s****l organs. They were purely products of the Nurtured Elemental Seeds of Spirit Magic. They were bred, each with a specific life purpose and service of The Will of the gods was all they ever knew and lived for.  So all Mosiah could do as he witnessed this smashing was wonder. Wonder why this seemed so interesting and passionate to them. Wonder and smile.  Mosiah then quickly willed his form into incognito so the mortals would not see him and he lowered slowly and touched the ground right beside the squeaking bed. Standing over the smasher and smashee below, he put out his left palm forward.  As he did, a small ball of white light thawed out from the skin on his raised palm. The circular ball of light rose gracefully and now remained suspended midair, right above his open palm. Mosiah then carefully grabbed the ball with three fingers of his right hand and held it firm.  He walked slowly around the bed so that he now stood directly over the couple's heads. He then lowered the ball gently and placed it onto the woman's forehead as she kept taking in the strength and vigor of her partner's movements.  The glowing ball of light, which the couple could apparently not see, then slowly sank and disappeared into the woman's head. Seeing the Seed of Fire enter her body, Mosiah's white wings immediately popped out of his back.  He then rose into the air above the bed and as he went further and further towards the roof, he couldn't help but keep his gaze transfixed on the naked lovebirds upon the bed. He then permeated seamlessly through the roof and flew away into the dark night, all the way up to Heaven.