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Topic: ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME (donít write about the song) (06/04/15)
TITLE: On Assignment
By Zacharia Fox
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‚ÄúThe vessel, in this hovel? She must be something,‚ÄĚ he muttered to himself. He grabbed his communique, and studied it.
‚ÄėSingle most important mission.
Movement in the enemies camp.‚Äô
As Gabriel slipped the parchment into his tunic, he tensed. Something moved on the roof of a ramshackle house two-hundred feet ahead. It stepped into the moonlight, and Gabriel relaxed. Only a cat. It leapt to the street and lapped from a muddy puddle. Gabriel bolted from the shadow and flattened himself against a barn. Only a hundred feet from her dwelling now. He peered down the road. It was empty but for the cat, now licking its paws.
He crouched again, ready to sprint for it. But then, the cat arched its back and hissed, hair standing to attention before it shrieked into the night. Then he saw them. Two sinuous shadows crawled from an alley not thirty feet away. An acrid odor molested his nostrils as the larger creature spewed smoke between its razor fangs.
They were only lowly sentinels. Gabriel could dispatch them without incident, but the missive said, ‚ÄėExtreme secrecy.‚Äô He pressed himself back against the barn, and listened.
‚ÄúIt‚Äôs been silent as the prophets all night, Sadistus,‚ÄĚ wheezed the smaller one.
Sadistus flicked the night with his reptilian tongue. ‚ÄúI hate that saying,‚ÄĚ he gurgled.
The smaller one clawed its hide. ‚ÄúI don‚Äôt see why! They aint prattled on in ‚Äėbout four-hundred years! Rumor has it, The Prince of the Power of the Air intends to give us a holiday.‚ÄĚ
A sable gust blew as Sadistus twisted his talons around the smaller one‚Äôs neck. ‚ÄúRumor has it, huh? Don‚Äôt trust a thing that windbag says. It‚Äôs a wonder you‚Äôre still alive Conspirion.‚ÄĚ Conspirion squirmed in Sadistus‚Äô clutch. ‚ÄúThe prophets aren‚Äôt silent because Yahweh has lost. Even now, there‚Äôs a prophetess named Anna, in Israel.‚ÄĚ Sadistus dropped Conspirion in the mud.
‚ÄúYeah! But she don‚Äôt talk much.‚ÄĚ
Sadistus glared at Conspirion with bulbous eyes. ‚ÄúThat‚Äôs because she‚Äôs waiting, you fool! Fulfillment is at hand.‚ÄĚ
Conspirion turned away as he wiped mud from his face. ‚ÄúYou worry too much.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúDo I?‚ÄĚ Sadistus spit smoking acid to the dirt road. ‚ÄúI hear they‚Äôve sent Gabriel on assignment.‚ÄĚ
Conspirion went rigid, before swiveling his head a hundred-eighty degrees to meet Saditus‚Äô gaze. ‚ÄúThe prince-slayer?‚ÄĚ he squeaked. Gabriel grinned, remembering that ancient battle in Persia.
‚ÄúYou know what the book says. ‚ÄėHe is near to those who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.‚Äô There is one who calls, here in Nazareth. Don‚Äôt you know He‚Äôs watching over her?‚ÄĚ Conspirion twitched nervously. ‚ÄúStill think we‚Äôre on holiday? Now pick yourself up, and act like a sentinel.‚ÄĚ Conspirion scrambled to his superior‚Äôs side, and the two skulked down another road.
Gabriel spent only a few seconds in wait, before darting from the barn to her house. Inside he heard a quiet murmur. His feet pressed silently to the dirt floor as he crept toward the voice. Stopping at the bedroom entrance, he listened as Mary cried out to God, kneeling at her bed. ‚Äú‚Ä¶ surely you will save us from the fowler‚Äôs snare. I am your servant, daughter of you maidservant. What have I to offer, O Lord? My sacrifice is a broken spirit. Make me what you will,‚ÄĚ she wept.
Gabriel smiled as he thought, ‚ÄėOh, the beauty of a humble heart. The garden of all virtue. She will make a fine vessel.‚Äô
He stepped into the room. ‚ÄúGreetings, O favored one, the Lord is with you!‚ÄĚ
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Psalm 145:18, Daniel 10:20, Psalm 91:3, Psalm 34:18, Psalm 116:16, Psalm 51:17, Luke 1:28
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