THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART IV]

Michael arrived at the sun and dove in… he arrived before the woman and bowed at the baby… 

“I have to take him now” 

“No” the woman shrieked… the pains of childbirth suddenly raining on her… 

“If you ever want to see him again” Michael stopped her short “You have to let me… else the dragon will kill him” 

The woman lifted her eyes and saw the dragon pull the host of heaven towards the sun despite the number that buffeted him. 

The woman reluctantly handed her baby over to Michael just as Ramaliel arrived with broad wings… 

“Ramaliel will guide you to earth where you will spend three years and one half years before your son is brought to you” Michael told the woman who observed that Ramaliel was a female angel. She received a bit of comfort from this knowledge. 

The baby snuggled close to Michael but kept staring at his mum. She reached out her forefinger and touched his cheeks… the baby smiled and the sun glowed a notch warmer… Then Michael took off with the baby travelling at lightning speed and Ramaliel dipped towards earth with the woman. 

By the time Michael set out for the abode of Jehovah… Raphael and Ariel had finished decimating the hordes and set out to end the reign of the dragon in the skies… while still struggling, the dragon saw Michael and Ramaliel go separate ways with wanted bundles… his confusion was compounded by the onslaughts of the host around him… 

He had no idea what hit him next… but he found himself spiraling uncontrollably down to earth… 

“Hallelujah” Raphael screamed “Hallelujah” the host echoed for eternity 

As the dragon landed on earth, the foundations of the planet juddered… he lay there in defeat breathing curses on earth and swearing to rip humanity to shreds before his time was done… then he lifted his head and saw the woman and Ramaliel fly far ahead… he screamed in rage… sulfur spewed forth till water soon followed… the fountains of Poseidon burst forth in him and he let it all out. 

As the raging waters pursued the woman and Ramaliel… the hungry desert opened up and swallowed every water drop until the dragon could spew no more venom… then the dragon crashed in devastation 

Several towns away… while shepherds watched their flock by night… the third legion of angels that had been waiting for the battle to be won broke through the cloud cluster and sang 

“Hosanna…Hosanna… Hosanna in the Highest” …On the front row Gabriel the archangel, screamed his lungs out in excitement… 

“Hosanna…Hosanna… Hosanna in the Highest… Blessed be the King of all creation ...The Lord Sovereign, born this day in Bethlehem… Hosanna, salvation has come and the grave shall be defeated… hosanna” 

Have Merry Christmas people… If you need Biblical reference for this story, read Revelations 12

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THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART III]

… Michael saw the dragon retreat and understood what he was up to. He stuck his fore finger and thumb

under his tongue and whistled majestically to Jeniel. The whistle travelled through the ranks of heaven’s host like a light wave. Jeniel, the blonde haired angel didn’t need any special commands to know his cue.

 He swung his lasso with stainless Stagmantium hooks at the retreating dragon and pulled with holy venom. The dragon wailed in frustration as a quarter of its tail was dismembered… but the dragon didn’t care what injury he sustained… it would all be worth it when he laid his claws on the sinless child… 

The new born king wailed again, but it sounded like a giggle… His mother wrapped twinkling arms around him and wept in rapture at the beauty of the blessing. Indeterminate emotions swam through her sparkling form as she beheld God in her arms… she was oblivious of the carnage going on around her… all her mind could contain was the joy of having God wrap his little fingers around her pinkie 

Jeniel swung again… this time at the dragon’s wing… the dragon couldn’t ignore this anymore, especially with onslaughts ripping him apart from everywhere… weapons he didn’t even know existed (apparently invented since his eviction from heaven) ripped his igneous scales… if he continued without fending this off, he would never make it to the baby… 

This hesitation was another grave gaffe… in a trifling, Michael sped past him… headed to the mother and baby… the dragon opened his mouth to spew fiery sulphur but a seven-headed spear the size of a tower sank into his throat… Rephuel held on to the spindle of the rotating spear as the dragon thrashed… 

Meanwhile Raphael’s legion and Ariel’s battalion had the hordes surrounded… the horde ranks were filled with moans and woes and curses and spite… the demons cringed with hate at their one time brothers… deep within the demon ranks, beyond the view of the flaming angels… Balrog was building a contingency plan… 

Within a matter of eons, Balrog and a great number of demons broke through the lower guard of the angels and spiralled downwards towards earth… Ariel made to follow with his battalion but Raphael restrained him 

“Earth will suffer their rage for a time and half a time” Raphael said and then he heralded to the host surrounding the hordes “Now slaughter to the uttermost… let not one scum escape” 

“For the Lord Mighty in Battle” Ariel screamed and the host echoed for eternity “For the Lord Mighty in Battle” as they descended on the remaining hordes… this was decimation redefined…

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THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART II]

… by the time the Dragon realized what had happened… his hordes were under heavy siege… he had been

led right into an ambush… he should have known…

He spun round in time to see a battalion of angels headed towards him in a blaze of glory… their swords drawn… Michael, the prince, led the attack. The dragon spewed forth burning sulphur as he flew to meet them. His move was anticipated because the battalion of angels parted in the middle… flying sideways and his flame of sulphur sped past the split battalion. 

He swung his tail to rip the split half to his right and spun his breath on the half to his left. As he spun his tail, the spikes cut through the magnetic flux field holding the constellation Orion together and the stars flew in every direction. 

This move was to his own detriment because the burning stars flamed through the ranks of his hordes already under attack by the angels. Shrieks of woe broke out in their lines. Ariel who led the battalion annihilating the horde rode the blazing trail of the Nebula, drawn sword slicing through demon slime… 

 “To the Lord Mighty in Battle” He screamed and the host with him returned the call “To the Lord Mighty in Battle” 

Behind the demon horde, the legion in the first cloud cluster led by the beautiful Raphael descended with such brightness that another string of shrieks broke out in the ranks of the dragon’s hordes… they were helmed in by light and the blazing stars spun amongst them… this was sure defeat. 

The Dragon was caught in between battling the battalion of angels attacking him from all angles… flying to the aid of his hordes… or attacking the woman who was close to birthing his nemesis. This moment of hesitation cost him more than he could ever bargain for… 

 Michael swooped under the dragon’s belly, swinging his sabre tooth claymore (about the size of a limousine), just as the woman screamed again. The claymore clanged as it hit igneous scales… split them and swept through fiery dragon flesh… 

The dragon shrieked and growled in anger, pain and confusion… he knew heaven’s host would be waiting but he never anticipated this onslaught. A 3-ton mallet slammed into his chest and the living sulphur was knocked out of him… Jahaziel the ebony angel repeated this motion and the dragon swung his wings in retreat. 

Every other thing could wait… “Get the child and they are at your mercy” he reminded himself… he retraced his flight path back to the sun… the woman screamed again… this time around it was long-drawn and ended in a fainting moan… 

 Then the dragon heard the sound… the wail of majesty… God’s cry in a baby’s voice… divinity in a mortal’s pant… the arrival of greatness… the birth of his nemesis… he swung his wings harder… he had to get to that child before anyone else…

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