Evie: An Angel's Redemption

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SEVEN

Friday, November 23rd

Her first Thanksgiving with her family at her parents’ house on Thursday done, she arose at an insanely early hour, joined the throngs of other crazy shoppers, and sniffed out sales and bargains like any red-blooded American woman on ‘Black Friday’. Once she finished her Christmas shopping, she wrapped all her presents and put them away for the upcoming Holiday.

Finished putting the final present deep in the back of her closet, she walked over to her bed, plopped herself down, and started blankly at the walls. The challenge and the newness of her experiences in humanity were wearing off. She sighed heavily as she turned to face the wall. “There must be more than this. This is almost discouraging. One day turns into another and another and another...” The lump in her throat became tighter. She couldn’t shake the melancholy, which slowly enveloped her like a fog, and pressed in until she almost couldn’t breathe.

Dinner done, and the last dish put away, Evie joined her sister in the living room. “May I ask you a question?”

“Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“First, I want to say I really appreciate your helping me buy new clothes”

“Oh you’re welcome.”

“They’re all really cool, and you’ve rescued me from my lack of fashion sense.” She grinned. “You all are a really neat family.”

“Honey, we’re honored to have been chosen to be your human family. Now come here and give me a hug.”

She complied happily, and enjoyed the warmth of their embrace.

“But what was the question you wanted to ask me?” Gracie asked.

“Well, human life seems a bit mundane so far. I mean, you go to work and come home, eat dinner, perhaps hang out with friends, and start the whole process over every day.” Evie sighed with frustration as her shoulders shrugged. “And you try to cram as much activity as you can on the weekends: chores, errands, and perhaps some time with friends.” She chuckled at the irony. “Then you start it all over the next week.”

“Yes, that’s our life, pretty much.” Gracie paused a few moments, and then locked eyes with hers. “There are things we do for fun, but the cruel reality of this life is that it’s mostly a mind-numbingly boring, day-to-day grind. It’s just one of the hazards of living on this fallen planet.”

“I’m sure you’re right. I just wish I didn’t feel so restless.” She stared into space as if trying to catch sight of something exciting to do. “When I was in Heaven, I was a warrior who fought the enemy and served the Lord. I’m used to an intense life. This is a big adjustment for me. It has its moments, but I’m beginning to go stir crazy.”

“Sorry, but I can’t make your life any more interesting or exciting. It is as it is; and you did volunteer for this, didn’t you?”

Her frustration vented unprompted. “Yes, I did, and I want to go home. I can’t take this any more.”

“But Evie, you just got here, and I love you. You’re hurting my feelings.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sorry, but I’m not here for you. I’m here to learn a lesson,” she said, bitterly. “And apparently you’re part of that lesson.”

“Hey! Come on!” Gracie started to get upset. “Don’t make me responsible for your happiness, or any decisions you made while you were an angel. I’m your sister, not God.”

Now she felt bad. “I’m sorry. I’m whining like a big baby, instead of making the best of it.”

“Yes, you are. And being mean to me about it only makes it worse.” Gracie’s terse look shot back at her.

Evie looked down in shame and shook her head sadly. “I…I’m giving up too easily on the Father. I know He trusted me with this undertaking because He knew I could handle it.”

“Yes, He did. He knew you could handle it and so do I. But don’t whine; it discourages me.”

Evie felt even worse. Being discouraged was bad enough, but disheartening Gracie added guilt to her already bleak mood. “I’m being very selfish, Gracie, and it’s not fair to you. Please forgive me.” Shame filled her last words. “I’m trying to adjust to this life, but it’s hard sometimes.”

“It’s okay, Evie. Don’t beat yourself up. You’ll get better at it, I promise you.”

“I believe you.” she replied, smiling weakly.

“Now, I promised you we’d go car shopping, so what do you say we go first thing tomorrow?”

“Sure. That sounds great!”

Thursday, November 29th

Virtue Destroyer watched her charge, this plebe human and former angel struggling with her humanity, and was pleased with the results thus far. “Yes…she is bored, so I suggested she read romance novels. That should take her eyes off her precious Lord Jehovah. If you’re going to get taken off track, the best way is to get you false notions of what love really means.”

But for a dark pall that hung over her like a thunder cloud that no wind moved, she had the attributes of an attractive woman, albeit in a tarty way. Her overexposed body resembled that of a street-walker; a tube top that was very short, undersized pants that climbed too far up her legs, and a bare midriff; by the standards of the testosterone-driven of our species, attractive. Ironically, her body now bore a grayish pallor, shriveled and tinged with sickly green undertones. Her dark, sunken eyes reflected the evil that had consumed them for so long. Even her voice sounded coarse and raspy, eaten away over the years by the venom of hatred that flowed throughout her icy veins. But the greyish pallor to her skin brought home the reality that this member of the feminine gender did not lead souls astray appealing to men or sleeping with them, although she had indulged a few times. Sons of Adam were good for some temporary pleasure; she got more satisfaction twisting their thoughts and minds.

Her eyes, closed to slits, burned with hatred for their subject; they sneered at the former angel. Cackling to herself, she looked on with satisfaction at Evie’s subtle undoing. “Hah! Your resolve is slipping and your pride is doing well to undo you, I see. I’ll make sure you keep remembering that a relationship with Lord Jehovah is what you already have, and you have no need to making the Lamb your Lord. Oh yes, girlie. I’d be more than willing to show you what it feels like to think that the only thing worthwhile on this accursed planet is the pursuit of pleasure, status, money and happiness. She licked her lips, her black heart beating with anticipation of undoing Evie.

“Also, I’ll do my best to lie to you and your sister about a real relationship with Lord Jehovah, especially since you’re so susceptible to suggestion. I’ll convince you that you need not pray about the troubles you’re going throught, and that Lord Jehovah doesn’t really care. And believe you me, I’m going to make sure you think like every other young person these days.” Another twisted thought went through her mind. ’Yes…yes-s-s-s. Perhaps you should find your sister’s boyfriend Peter attractive. Now wouldn’t that be delicious? Oh yes. I’ll have to work on that…”

Satisfied with her work, Virtue Destroyer -- VD to her fellow dark angels -- turned heel and sashayed away, grinning with malevolence, and cackling to herself

A few days later, Evie sat in the living room with Gracie, who was reading a romance novel; it only made her want to find out about romance for herself. She stared off into space, thoughts of some handsome man coming into her life and becoming enamored of her. She absent-mindedly drummed her fingers on the side table while she thought.

Gracie looked up from her book, eyebrows furrowed. “Evie! Goodness, girl. Will you stop tapping your fingers on the table? Can you find something to do that’s not so distracting?”

“Oh. Sorry.” She smiled nervously, and turned her head away from her sister. She tried to think of something else to do. “I’ve got it,” she thought to herself. She went to her room, took out the two Samurai swords she had bought earlier as a reminder of her warrior days. She practiced some of her old warrior moves, feinting, spinning and thrusting.

“Evie!”

She stopped, and saw Gracie standing in her doorway, shaking her head, holding her hands to her heart. “You could run someone through with those swords. Don’t you think using those things in the house is dangerous? Someone could get hurt…like me.”

Evie sighed. “I don’t know what else to do with myself. I’ve got all sorts of energy, and nothing to do with it.”

“Why don’t you go out and meet some of your friends. Just go out and do something.” She paused, pleading with her eyes. “Just get out of the house and burn off some of your nervous energy. I swear you’re about to explode.”

She thought for a moment. “Yeah, I s’pose I could call Carlo.” She went to her bedroom, picked up her cell phone and began dialing.

“Hey, Carlo. You want to hang out or something?”

“Sorry Evie. I’d really like to, but I have to get some curriculum finished tonight. Can I take a rain check, though?”

Evie looked at the floor in disappointment. “Sure Carlo. That’d be fun. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She wasn’t keen on hanging out with her brother Tony. He was nice and all, but she wasn’t as much into the hip-hop scene as he was. She shuddered at the thought of trying to keep up with his strange vernacular. She liked it, but she didn’t understand it. Honestly, he acted a bit young for her tastes.

All chances of human interaction exhausted, she finally decided to take her laptop and head down to the coffee shop on the first floor of the condominium complex. The various things one could do in D.C. all came up on a website that presented the reader with all the options. The only thing that interested her was an ad for dancing lessons. But in order to dance, she would need a partner, and she had none right now, so sighing, she decided to walk to the small bohemian restaurant at the bottom of the building, and grab a nosh and a drink of tea.

Unbeknownst to her, a tall man of Middle Eastern persuasion came in and sat discreetly at a table a little way away from her. He started taking notes, and cast an occasional glance her way. Oblivious to her observer, and done with her nosh, she finished reading some of the political literature in the bookstore and headed back to the apartment. She walked into the kitchen to make herself another cup of tea. A book named, ‘My Summer Flirtation’ sat in Gracie’s lap, who sat on the couch.

“What are you reading?” she asked.

“Oh, just a romance novel. I’m a sucker for them. One of my guilty pleasures, you might say.”

Evie blinked in disbelief. “Why would you want to read about romance, when you are already involved in one with your boyfriend, Peter?”

“Oh, Peter and I are fine. I just like reading about lovers being romantic.”

“Well, I still don’t understand, but if it satisfies you to do so, then do what you must.”

***

Michael smiled at the efforts of Agent Farooqi watching Evie. “It’s almost unfair. I greatly outwit him, and can overpower him at any time. Not to mention I’m not bound by time and space.” He studied Agent Farooqi keeping surveillance on Evie, watching her go to her condominium, and recording something into his digital recorder, then turned and walked in his direction.

After only a few feet, Michael took on human form and stood directly in front of him, saying nothing, but observing him closely. He wore dark clothing and a trench coat. Agent Farooqi stopped just before he bumped into him. “Do you really want to know more about Evie and her sister Gracie?”

“Who are you?”

“Agent Angelo. The one you’ve been trying to find.”

“Where’d you come from? I don’t remember seeing you come here.”

“Don’t worry about that. You haven’t answered my question.”

“What I want is to apprehend you. You’ve eluded us for a long time, and I need to bring you in: you’re a threat to National, if not International Security. We haven’t been able to see you on surveillance cameras, but that is not an obstacle: I’m still bringing you in for questioning.” He reached for his phone.

Michael grinned at him. As if reading his thoughts, he said, “You know: calling your office isn’t necessary. I can give you any information about me you’d like, but only on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

He had his attention now. “Meet me at Christ Community Church this coming Sunday, a week from today.”

“But…” Farooqi started to protest, but I Michael had disappeared before his eyes. “How does he keep doing that? He disappears at will.” Sighing, he walked towards his car.

Michael chuckled at the hapless agent, and returned to New Jerusalem.

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