[Raj_Copi_Jin]

Eastern Legend Part 1
Eastern Legend Part 2

Prologue

“Kilikel, come forth!” The angel in question turned from inspecting the silver basined fountains of the heavenly city to face the herald of God Almighty flanked by a contingent of warrior angels. The herald’s voice lowered,” He will see you now.”

Kilikel walked confidently forward, the herald and his escorts stepped gracefully to the sides to allow him to pass and then just as gracefully assembled behind Kilikel as they make their way to the throne room of heaven.

On the way they passed magnificent buildings of polished transparent crystal, alabaster statutes of angels frolicking and in the distance awe-inspiring spires, minarets and domes of brilliant temples, halls and academies could be glimpsed.

On the path of transparent crystal they strode till the monument bearing the throne of God is in sight. Striving to the heavens of Heaven itself, the structure is completely white but suffused in infinite amounts of that shade.

The twin angelic guards examined the escort party and snorted in distaste when they set eyes upon Kilikel. They stood aside and the perfect great gate slowly opened outward, streaming a brilliant lance of light as it did so.

The disgraced angel would enter therein alone and thus it was as if he was enveloped in the impenetrable light as he went forth.

As the gate closed behind his back, Kilikel glanced about him. Everywhere around is completely white except that he appears to stand atop a transparent pool filled with swirling mists.

As he walked onward, suddenly he is before God’s throne; seeming to cover the horizon from top to bottom, end to end, even Kilikel can’t help but be surprised at what appears to be a sudden appearance out of nowhere though this is not the first time he stood before the presence of God.

God spoke and great globules of tears fell from Kilikel’s eyes to splatter on the perfect ground. After some time there is a lull in God’s voice, as if to give Kilikel time to recover for the worst is yet to come.

“Oh Lord, you have thrust us from your presence, separated our people from knowledge of you for a least one millennia, what possibly could be worse than that?”

God spoke.

And Kilikel wept.