Angol
In the heavens there exists the all-encompassing way of eternity.
A theocracy that moves by the power and word of one, the Word of God. In this celestial realm, there is the light of one, the will of one and the ever presence of the messengers ... the so called "angels" that do His bidding in both the celestial and terrestrial worlds.
In this timeless construct there is an umbilical cord from the heavens to the modest pavilion of Earth, where man and his God live. The God of self- exalted beyond His intended purpose, therefore orphaning himself to an alien agenda that of darkness. This is such a darkness that it hides the light; the light of His truth and the purpose by which He reigns supreme. Fashioned to the Creator's handiwork, we are loved most dearly and our betterment is a pursuit of God's good pleasure. Against all odds of an ever-increasing shroud of darkness necessitating more defined means of drawing our attention to Him, He summons the agents of justice; mercenaries of the spiritual world ... they are our own guardian angels.
