Omega and the Begger

Chapter Two: Angelic Assignment

The humming of the ceiling fan is like a metronome pulling your mind deeper into a trance like state of wonder as you lie awake. The only thoughts you have are of Abe and those mysterious watchers. You remember something in Sunday church as a small child about something similar to the one that flashed away with thunder and lightning. Were these watchers angels? Could all that religious babble and so on really be real?

After a brief while you began to notice something strange. The humming of the fan is making another slightly lower hum. A screeching noise and a dim white energy shimmers in through the widow pane flapping the curtains and manifests into one of these winged watchers. Stunned, you hesitate then decide to ask, "Are you an.."

"¢¥!" The watcher screeched sounding of metal quickly squeaking into metal at a high pitched slicing kind of sound.

A moment passed and the watcher shakes it's head with a short barely pronounced fleshy beak downward as if nodding yes. So it is true you ponder for a moment.

"Can you understand what I'm saying mister angel?" You lean slightly towards to see better.

Again a nod from the angel. The angel then motions to the window and points down toward where Abe usually sits across the street under the old abandoned gas station sign.

"I'm assuming you want me to go?"

A nod

Donning your waterproof military style tactical winter coat you head out the door and down from your fifth floor apartment out into the frigid night air. Making your way across the empty street and into the garage section missing a door you see Abe asleep like normal in his custom hand made sand and pebble filled sleeping sack. Thinking something must have been wrong you begin surveying the area for the angel to explain why it wanted you here.

A mysterious voice ripples out to you from the shadowy corner somehow too reassuring to frighten you yet simultaneously puzzling you. Knowing that the voice belonged to the angel that requested you here you are confused that moments ago it's words were incoherent sounds yet now it's words are the same as your very own. You turn toward it and ask, "What's going on? I don't understand. Can you speak English or are you using telepathy or something? I mean.."

"Allow me to explain. First let us start with the obvious question with which you are most concerned. I am an angel yes and I mean you no harm. As for the communication barrier between us, mortal kind cannot comprehend the language of divine beings by there own nature alone. Only within the presence of the Almighty and by the direct will of the Almighty can a mortal be allowed understanding of or bear witness of any such thing in creation of a higher or lower origin that is not the same as mankind and of those that exist of the Earth and Earthly dimensions. The Arch Angels as well as a number of lesser beings such as the Adversary and a number of his, in your tongue

the closest word is generals I suppose, may also have such an effect as well."

Looking around and back at Abe still asleep you pause in thought. Looking back to the angel you continue, "So do angels have names or..? And what's the deal? Like I need every detail.."

"While I understand your confusion and your desire for answers I very much insist that you try your best to refrain from any such articulation and intention be they verbal, mental or otherwise, that myself or any other foreign beings might perceive as threatening, demanding, accusational, or any otherwise negative interactions. In other words control yourself and your emotions. I may be civil now but should it be warranted I am capable of destruction equal to that of ten thousands of thousands of human war machines."

"I.. My apologies. My emotions are out of sorts about all this like you said but that's no excuse. Forgive me." You extend a hand in reflex as you apologize.

"It is ok just act accordingly in the future." Reaching out the angel takes your hand and shakes and you feel intense searing temperature envelope your hand as it does so.

As the angel releases he continues, "My name is not translatable into your language but you may call me 'Benny' for now. As for the 'deal' it is quite complicated so I will simplify it as best I can for you. The beggar which you refer to as Abe is not just an ordinary beggar. Although he doesn't seem to know it himself, Abe is in fact of divine nature. A divine being in fact of great importance. To not only my angelic siblings and our entire existence but to the Earthly dimension of man as well."

"So who exactly is he? God? Are you telling me that old Abe here is God himself and somehow just doesn't know? Is that even possible?" You ask Benny in confusion.

Benny steps past you closet to Abe then half turns back toward you over his shoulder saying, "No. This is not God as you say And admittedly without God's help I cannot be certain that it is who i suspect it to be. That is why I have chosen to reveal myself to you. In other words the deal, should you choose to accept it, is to assist myself in solving this crisis. Make your choice knowing this though mortal. There will be no promises of any such deeds or intentions of yours in regards to this undertaking being rewarded, acknowledged, or even known about by God himself or any other beings than myself and those directly interacting with you. In other words you would call this assignment a black op, or off the record assignment. You have until the next time I contact you to make your choice."

A blinding white flash and deafening crackling sound stuns you as Benny vanishes leaving a golden feather outlined in a feint white pulsating glowing aura.