The Angels Saga
The Callodyn and Kayella Saga
by
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Copyright 6178 SC
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'Callodyn and Kayella'
31,223 HY
5,914 SC
'You know, Kayella. I wish you were split 6 different ways so I could have six times the fun. Really, I think you are that hot, babe.'
Kayella looked at her twin - the ultimate dork. 'Yeh, Cal, you would say that. Typical for your insanity.'
'Aww, go easy ok. I was only joking. Having a bit of fun.'
'So what the Fugg would you do with six of me then?'
'Yeh, well probably a lot of that.'
'I beg your pardon. What was that?'
'Nothing.'
'Mmm. Well, go on. What would you do with six of me?'
'Oh, I don't know. Sing songs with you. Perhaps the six of you could form a band. Call yourselves 'Kayella' and be the biggest girl band of all eternity.'
'What happens if someone leaves the band? Huh? What would you do then?'
'Another band and the other girl can go solo.'
'Mmm. Well what if another girl leaves the band? What then?'
'Uh. They release a new album. It will still sell forever anyway.'
'Forever, huh?'
'Yeh, Forever.'
Kayella smiled. Callodyn was her twin, he was the absolute king of dorks of the universe, but she loved him anyway.
'Six Kayellas. I mean, more of you to love. I could have a girl every day of the week and rest on the Sabbath.'
'The Sabbath? Oh, yeh, Saturday. And who is your Saturday girl?'
'Mmm. Fugg it, Georgia. She'll do. She'll be my rest day Saturday girl?'
'But she isn't your twin?'
'No, I just hang around with her on Saturday. Talk crap and the usual stuff.'
'No hanky panky?'
'Not on your life. Zac would be pissed.'
'Yeh, he probably would be. Well, okay then. Now that we have started becoming human I will pray to God that he makes me six separate girls on earth. How about that?'
Callodyn looked shocked, not sure what to say.
'You were serious, weren't you?'
'Uh, yeh, I guess.'
'Then it is settled. Kayella shall be six divine maidens, forever on from that point onwards. One for each day of the week, with Georgia on your rest day. It should give me plenty of time to get some women's work done, as I will only have to concentrate on you a sixth of the time.'
'Or is that a seventh?'
'Whatever.'
The End
Callodyn and Kayella II
'Presenting - KAYELLA!!!' Said Callodyn, and fished out the rare CD. Old Spice herself, Madonna, the 5 Spice Girls, and indeed the 7th member, Georgia, 777th female Cherubim of the Realm of Eternity, in the rare and hard to find girlgroup CD 'Kayella', which Kayella had not seen in a lifetime of lifetime of lifetimes.
'Jesus bloody Christ!' she swore, as Daniel handed her the CD. 'Now where the hell did you get this from?'
'Down in the basement,' responded Callodyn.
'We have a basement?' asked Kayella surprised.
'Oh believe me, Callophon has a basement. Several actually. Its were I store ancient stuff. Collectable and rare stuff mostly, and other mementos. Only now will I tell you, though. You must swear privacy on the issue.'
'Ok,' said Kayella softly,' and touched her twin on the arm and looked at him seriously. 'I swear sweetie.' Callodyn touched her hand, and momentarily looked in her eyes. Enough said.
'We have 77 sub basements, about the size of Callophon itself. There are a few other places I have stuff as well, but we needn't worry about that for now.'
'What have you got hidden?' she asked, returning to her women's magazine.
'Old stuff,' he said, sitting down next to her on the couch. 'It might surprise you, but I haven't really lost anything, you know. Things you might have assumed I no longer have, I really still do have actually. Just stored away. Preserved for eternity. God, actually.'
She turned to him after a moment's silence. 'God actually what?'
'God. Likes to look at my stuff. I keep it in quiet solitude, hidden away, were no other prying eyes can look at it and affect its spiritual history. God asked me once, keep some things aside, put away in a private place. He loves us, of course, and likes to think over these things.'
She touched him again, and smiled warmly.
'Shall we put it on?' he asked her.
'Sure,' she said.
And as the Kayella CD played all afternoon, Callodyn and Kayella bopped away, happy enough, lost in their own little world.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella III
Kayella was in a frightful mood. Her panties were split. That wasn't so bad, but her tights were split as well. And in the most embarrassing of places. She was at a dance rehearsal for a new video clip for an ancient song of hers, and she shimmied over to Callodyn and said 'Get me home, dork. Pronto.'
'Your clutching at your crotch,' he replied, puffing on a ciggie.
'Get me home, idiot. NOW!'
'Hold your horses, ok. What's the problem?'
She moved her hands slightly, but quickly replaced them. 'Don't give me that bloody grin,' said Kayella. 'And you have seen it before, so get that second grin off of your deviant face.'
'Sure sweetie,' he replied.
As they drove through the streets of Rothera in Antarctica, Callodyn happily listening to another win by his favourite Antarctican Rugby League side, the Ice Wolves, he said something funny.
'I split my pants once, you know.'
'Really,' she replied.
'I didn't have undies on,' he said.
'Oh,' she replied, and chuckled a little.
'The room was full of men,' he said.
'Oh, then that's ok,' she said.
'They were all gay men,' he replied.
She turned to him, a big smile on her face. 'What happened.'
'I got propositioned,' he said.
'That's not too bad,' she replied.
'17 TIMES!' he exclaimed.
She was starting to laugh. 'And where was this then?'
'About 20 years ago. At a gathering of Ambriel's ballet friends.'
'Oh, that's right,' she said, remembering Ambriel's current penchant for the same sex.
'It was a night to forget,' he said grimly.
'Did you get lucky?' she asked him.
'Kayella,' he said in that voice.
'Did you hit a hole in one?' she asked him again, a grin on her face.
'Kayella, that's enough.'
'Did your little soldier go through a tour of duty?' she said, and was starting to laugh hysterically.
'Jesus,' he swore.
'Oh, Jesus was there,' and then he couldn't help but laugh too.
Later that evening, after they had retired for the evening, Callodyn was in an amorous mood. 'My little soldier needs a fresh tour of duty.'
She smirked.
'He's been off at the wars fighting the Brown Eyed Monsters, and he needs a little feminine relief.'
She rolled over on her side. 'Do you love me?' she asked him, a big smile on her face.
But he jumped on her, spread her legs, and as he began that motion which Kayella knew oh so well, she said, 'Brave, brave little soldier. I'm sure Ambriel is completely jealous.'
And as he thrust away, all he could say was 'You bitch.'
The End
Callodyn and Kayella IV
'Rocking with Dokken, are you?' asked Kayella.
'In my dreams, your still the same, babe,' said Callodyn, looking at her from the couch of his North Pole apartment in Eternya, his earphones on.
'Let's go to Antarctica and watch some Ice Wolves games,' she said.
'Our place?' he asked. She nodded.
They were on a train, of all things, travelling outwards to their home in Antarctica in Eternya. The North pole was the central aspect of the Great Eternal Terran Plane of Eternya, and then the world surrounded it of the traditional earthly nations but, as a rim, running all around that, was the Antarctican continent, and then the remainder of Eternya, with endless growing nations, especially of worlds created in the great fantasy epics with their maps and cultures and ways of life.
Callodyn and Kayella had always agreed that Antarctica would be their ultimate resting place together, and Callodyn found himself, these days, drawing closer and closer to his twin. He saw Taylor and Katy often, but it was his weird old twin, with her stubborn feminist pride, which had ultimately captured his soul. He loved her, now. Really, he probably always had, but it had come to be. Callodyn had accepted his twin.
The Ice Wolves were a Rugby League side and, while Callodyn was eternally loyal to his Bulldogs in the Australian competition, he also followed the Hull Kingston Rovers and Hull FC from the British league, and had fallen in love with the Ice Wolves in the Antarctican competition when they had moved there together for the first time. That was an Antarctica in the Realm of Eternity, but the team was everywhere now, like most of the established leagues.
'Go the Wolves!' shouted Kayella at the team in Green, White and Black.
'They should win,' said Callodyn, who had been following the ladder closely that season. 'They need this match to sure up their final's hopes,' he said.
'This is what we do,' said Kayella.
Callodyn looked at her. 'What do you mean?'
'Eternity. I know we have done so much, and there is so much more ahead, but this is it. One of the things we do. The routine we have. Ice Wolves matches.'
'If you insist,' said Calloydn smiling warmly at her, then suddenly shot to his feet and cheered as an Ice Wolf made a line break and ran all the way to score.
Later on, after Callodyn had bought a poster of one of his favourite players from a giftshop in the stadium, Kayella suggested they get a drink at the small cafe at the ground.
'We won,' said Calloydn smiling.
'Yes, We did,' said Kayella, smiling warmly at him.
Callodyn looked at her. The smile - it was - different. Very warm. Very loving.'
'You love me, don't you,' he said softly.
'You should know, idiot,' she said.
He took her hands. 'I'll like that Taylor girl forever, you know. And that Katy one. You can't expect them not to be part of it.'
'I don't,' she said. 'But I own you, buster. Don't forget that.'
He held her hand, and pressed it hard.
True love. Sometimes it happened.
Even at Ice Wolves Rugby League matches, in Antarctica, in the Great Eternal Terran Plane of Eternya. Even there.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella V: Never
'You know, I'll never understand you Callodyn.'
Kayella was in a thoughtful mood. The lights had been dimmed, and Callodyn was sitting in front of the television set, watching the A Team repeats on channel 667, his current favourite, and, upon hearing Kayella's word, turned and smiled.
'Why would you. Your a woman.'
'Oh, I think I understand that sarcastic streak alright. I have known Mr Daly manifold eternities, and his masculinism, while admirable in, say, Lucifer, I would have indeed thought is beneath the likes of such an esteemed (saying esteemed with the subtlety of experience) personage as yourself.'
'You know,' he began. 'I have always thought Lucifer quite effeminate in some ways.'
'I know that contradictory spirit as well,' she quipped.
'Yep, old Lucy. Quite a babe, I suppose.'
'I know that continuity of arrogance, quite indeed, Mr Daly.'
He looked at her with one of those looks.
'Yes, and that look.'
'Think you have worked me out then, do you?'
'Are you about to offer a devious sexuality?' she asked him.
He looked at her with that look again.
'Mother always told me I would have problems with Protestants.'
'Humph,' she replied.
He had her, and moved in for attack.
'What was that denomination again.'
'Catholicism,' she quickly replied.
'Yep, a good old southern baptist from memory.'
'No, Catholic,' she replied. 'Definitely Catholic.'
He looked at her. 'You know, Kayella, if you wanted me to surprise you, how about this. I remember this time, when I was young, living in Cooma. I was living at 6 Bradley street, and had noticed that Michael Werle, from my year at St Pats, was playing in the neighbours yard, over the back fence. That was Damien Asanovsci and possibly Peter Dradrach. I had never been friendly with people, I was shy, but for about the first time in my life in a serious way I wanted to make friends.'
'What happened?' she asked.
'I started going to the arcade, and met Damien Asanovsci and Peter Dradrach, and we became very close friends.'
'Why? Why is that surprising?'
'Because who is in control of that?' he asked her.
She thought about that. 'Providence, I suppose.'
'God, in other words.'
'Maybe,' she said.
'And there you have it. You lack faith.'
She thought on that.
'Ok then. Smarty pants. God gave you the friends you wanted.'
'So there is my point. Don't expect me to be original forever, anyway, but why do you think you have worked me out?'
'Your confusing,' she stated with intelligence. 'You changed what you were going to say.'
'What was I going to say?'
'So there is my point. So God is in control. So I only do what God has me do anyway.'
'Then why didn't I say that?'
She thought on that.
'And do you want to outsmart me? Perhaps this is just the battle of the sexes you constantly are trying to win,' he said.
'We never quit.'
'You already lost. Read early Genesis.'
She looked at him. 'Fundamentalist,' she said.
'Woman,' he replied, and returned to watching the TV.
She left the room and sat out in the kitchen for a while, thinking over that.
She came back in.
'So, God is in control.'
'You confuse me,' he responded.
'Your not that smart,' she replied.
'I go slow,' he responded. 'But I have excellent data files.'
'Pride is not a virtue, from memory,' she replied.
'Which is why they are up to scratch, researched regularly, and accurate. Tough shit,' he replied.
She looked at him. And then a voice whispered to her. 'Well he doesn't lie about it.'
She left the room, got a can of Coca Cola, and came in and set next to him.
'Your sweet,' she said, taking his hand.
'Your a babe. Oh, get me a coke, would you.'
She handed him hers and went of and got another for herself.
'Kelly spit. Awesome stuff,' he replied, and drank the can anyway.
She sat next to him, and started watching the A Team.
'Asshole,' she said softly after a while.
'Bitch,' he replied, again after a moment.
She took his hand again.
'We should have another kid,' she said.
'We'll call him B A Baracus Daly,' he said.
'Why is that?' she asked him.
'Coz I pity the fool,' responded Daniel.
She smiled. 'Tell me another A Team joke, Danny.'
'There were 3 crooks, in prison,' he began. But she lost interest as he waffled on, and fell asleep.
That night she dreamed. Daniel came to her, handsome, wearing a soldier's uniform.
'My maiden has earned a brownie point,' he said, and awarded her a golden star with a 1 on it.
'Thanks,' she replied.
'But it's just 1 brownie point. I don't think I've seen the best of you yet, my dear lady.'
'Daniel, Daniel, Daniel,' she replied.
And then the dream changed. And she was chasing dragons.
And soon chasing rainbows.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella VI: Experience
'You know Daniel. You really are intriguing for, after many long years of observation, and careful note taking, I, Kayella, a mere female mind you, have noticed things,' said Kayella on the couch of their current address at 29 Merriman Crescent in a Macarthur of Eternya.
Daniel, sitting at the desk typing, turned to look at her. 'A mere female?'
She smiled innocently at him. 'Why, I am indeed just the meeker gender, dear Daniel. We women understand our place in the world. A man rules, right. I am sure early genesis affirms such - divine - truths.'
He looked at her carefully for a moment. 'I need a coke. And a shit,' he said.
She smiled at him. 'Yes, master,' she replied.
He looked at her, again very carefully. She was improving.
When he had had his stated shit, he had returned with his can of cold Coca Cola, and sat down next to her.
'I knew this fella once,' he began.
'Oh, do go on,' she replied. 'Another informative dialouge of Danielic knowledge is to die for,' she said, eyes fixed firmly on his in undoubtable sincerity.
'Yeh,' he said after a moments hesitation. 'Just a second. I need to call David.'
'Kind David?' she inquired. 'Your hanging with him these days, aren't you?'
'Uh, yeh,' he responded.
Kayella, innocently mind you, was listening in.
'And then she said......' said Daniel, but stopped and turned to look at Kayella.
'I think I'll just go in the other room for a sec,' he said.
Kayella smiled softly to herself.
Daniel soon returned.
'Counsel, of sorts?' she softly queried.
'Just advice. Uh, on a technical issue,' he replied.
'I'm sure it was,' she replied.
'Yep,' he said, and looked at her, and then picked up his can of Coca Cola, turned on the TV and started watching the A Team.
Kayella looked at him briefly, and then snuggled up against him watching the A Team.
He noticed her. He noticed her twice. He noticed her thrice. And then, gingerly, he picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
'Yep, well. This bloke, he was observant. But that's another story. Go on with what you were going to say.'
'Are you really sure? You honestly don't mind?' she asked, again those eyes wide open.
'You have observed things,' he said, waving his hand on to continue.
She paused, and looked at him. Difficult stuff, this bit.
'Oh, never mind,' she said.
He looked at her. 'Righty O,' and picked up the remote, turned back on the A Team, and enjoyed his Coca Cola.
'Getcha next time,' she finally said, very, very, VERY, softly under her breath.
He did in fact notice.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella VII: Beautiful Disaster
'You know, Kay. There are many things written in this world. Many wise things, many things - not so wise. And at the end of a lifetimes long study one may ask oneself, now what am I to make of all of that?'
Kayella looked up from the kitchen bench were she was preparing the nightly meal at Daniel standing in the doorway. 'Your point?' she asked him.
'In a lovegame, nobody really wins. Because if one side wins, and the other loses, then, really both lose. Both lose.'
She nodded, and continued cutting up the carrots.
'How would you like your carrots?' she asked him.
'Glazed. With honey,' he said.
'Then that is what you shall have,' she replied softly.
And then Callodyn came over, and touched her shoulder softly, and kissed her forehead. 'Thank you. Sweetie,' he said, in the gentlest and purest voice Kayella had ever heard from her twin.
And then he was off, back to the other room, watching 'Jackass volume 45', yet again, and Kayella could only sigh and sigh and sigh.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella VIII: Competitive Behaviours
'Ice wolves are on TV,' said Callodyn to Kayella.
She came in from the kitchen and sat down next to Callodyn. 'Who are they playing?'
'Rothera Randicoots,' said Callodyn.
'Sounds great,' she said, and snuggled up next to him.
After a while Kayella began speaking. 'You know, men amuse me.'
He looked at her. 'Men amuse you? If I could tell you how many trillions of times each year men are perplexed and baffled by female logic, you wouldn't be bragging against us so much.'
'Be that as it may,' continued Kayella unperturbed. 'Men amuse me. Your glories, for example, football. 13 brave men, lining up against each other, to knock the living shit out of each other, for the claiming of a little leather ball in a patch of grass for 'Points'.
Daniel smiled.
'Or Golf for example. I don't know, you could be out building a boat or mowing the lawn or something practical, but no, every saturday, off you go, and hit a tiny little ball all around a glorified back yard for the boast of who has the best aim. And, gosh, is it taken seriously. Tiger Woods for example. Endless books on the swinging style of Tiger Woods.'
'There's a lot to say on the swinging style of Tiger Woods,' grinned Daniel.
'Shut up Daniel. Your being disgusting. Yet, I shall go on. Darts. It must be crucial to life to hit that triple 20. Can't cope with a 10 or a 4 or something, in humility. No, all the time triple 20. How about just playing for fun, in a more natural way. Nooooo. Ego male has to have maximum points EVERY BLOODY TIME!'
'It's a competition,' moaned Daniel. 'It's the whole point of the sport. Like test cricket. Its a testing time for both teams, were they try it out against each other.'
'For what purpose?' asked Kayella wide eyed.
'To bring out the best in us. To challenge us to improve and become better in things like athleticism and coordination and physical capability. But come on, sis. Women compete at these things just as much as men these days.'
'Be that as it may,' continued Kayella, 'It was men who began wars, and these competitions are only a closeted way of those hostilities continuing. You guys haven't changed at all.'
Daniel looked at her with an 'Are you serious?' look, but, frustrated, turned to the TV.
'Well, I know one thing women started,' said Callodyn.
'What?' she asked momentarily.
'Nagging,' replied Callodyn.
'Mmm,' said Kayella, and said nothing more.
Time passed.
'It was probably men who started nagging,' she suddenly burst out saying. 'Nagging us for sex.'
'Which you never give us,' said Callodyn under his breath.
'Why would we. Your all beasts, and you only want one thing.'
'Which we never get,' he said softly again.
She turned to him, and decided to take issue. Well. Ok. I suppose we are hard to get. But we're worth it.
'Moderately,' replied Daniel grinning.
'Moderately!' exclaimed Kayella.
'Come on,' said Callodyn. 'Half of you need 12 tonnes of makeup before a bloke will even think of having a go. And when you hit 50 and those breasts start sagging, well, what can I say?'
'My breasts have never sagged,' said Kayella. 'And that's life on earth anyway.'
'Humph,' said Callodyn. 'Not anymore. Rules changed recently. God abolished the guarantee on eternal life for new citizens. They have to earn it now. I've seen women, out there, now. Who age. And, yeh, some saggy tits as well.'
'Oh, yeh. Yes that's right. But that's hardly fair, Danny. We can't help our appearance.'
'No, I suppose not,' replied Callodyn. 'I mean, take you for examples. Maybe 4, 5 out 10. 6 on a good day.'
'Charmed,' she responded.
'I mean, you doll up ok, when the foundation and every bloody blush known to womankind is applied. So, like I said. Your not all worth that much effort in the end. And we probably nag you for sex out of instinct. Procreative instinct.'
'Maybe,' she replied.
'GO THE WOLVES!' yelled Callodyn suddenly, as a linebreak was made, and the Ice Wolves halfback streaked away and scored.
'Fight on brave warrior,' she said to him sarcastically, in a british knightly accent.
'I think that was actually 3 out of 10, in reflection,' he quickly replied.
'Ooh, Ooh,' she repeated. 'Well I guess you won't be wanting any for a while, then.'
'You'd need a ton of makeup for me to like it anyway,' he said sharply.
'Well, I'm not wearing any makeup. How do I look?' she asked him.
He turned to her. She looked, in fact, stunning. He reached out, touched her cheek, and smiled at her. And then he said 'Could you go get me a can of ice cold Coke, babe. I would really appreciate that.'
'Right,' said Kayella knowingly. Such a male, she thought to herself, as she headed off to the kitchen to retrieve the said can of ice cold coke for her lord and loving master.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella IX: Who is Callodyn of Eternity?
'Callodyn. When you became human, were was your spirit?'
'Ah, the angel I am remained in heaven, I do believe,' replied Daniel. 'The spirit of my human manifestation. The Angelic of me never really left heaven, but remaineth forever. I mean, it's my higher mind, my divine heavenly mind. Our spirits talk all the time.'
'So who are you?' asked Kayella.
'Well, me personally, pretty much Daniel Daly, but my spirit mind is the angel Callodyn.'
'Well I am Kelly Clarkson and my spirit mind is angel Kayella.'
'Sound's about right.'
'Do you ever wonder what our spirits were doing in heaven when we were incarnated on earth?'
'Partying it up, I suppose,' replied Callodyn.
'Seriously devoted to guiding us through a lot of difficulties if you must know,' replied Kayella. 'I know this. The theophany has made that abundantly clear. Wolfgang has made this abundantly clear. He is God's incarnation, and he is a real person, who sort of pre-existed as a manifestation anyway. The Old Wolf.'
'I remember him,' said Callodyn.
'You retain your angelic mind, as you always have. But it was in heaven when you were on earth,' she said.
'Fascinating,' he replied.
'Do you know who Logos is?' she asked him.
'Certainly do,' he replied.
'His name is not Jesus. In fact, he isn't Jesus, you know. They were melded into one, and felt as one, but to start with Logos and Jesus were their own people. You know, Jesus comes forth born from the child of Heaven Jesus. He is procreation of an incarnation. He comes from the essence of Jesus of Heaven.'
'Right,' said Callodyn.
'And do you know who your procreated from?'
'Hey, we're firstborns,' he replied.
'Hardly. Just our memories. They are all older than us you dingbat. Metatron is his oldest boy. Before us in the heart of God. Way back further. There was Metatron. Not his first idea for a son, who was Michael of Eternity, but Metatron was the first life son he brought into existence in his heart. He preceded us by a long way.'
'There you go,' said Callodyn.
'Did you know that you are a procreated incarnation as well?'
'Of who?' he asked.
'Of Daniel the Seraphim,' she replied. 'And he is a procreated incarnation as well. Of Daniel the Child of Heaven. You are way down the line, buddy.'
'Well praise the Lord, babe,' he grinned.
'So don't get too cocky, buddy. 'Because to humble you further, because your father on earth, Daniel Daly Cherubim 347 is a procreated incarnation of yourself. So your dad is your son.'
'I'm having flashes of a superman movie,' said Callodyn. 'I am Jor El,' he said.
'Yep. Definitely not Kal El,' she smiled.
'Yep. And Russell Crowe played Jor El in one of them.'
'Your point?' she asked.
'Well, he's Noah,' he said. 'So Haven Noahide Fellowship forever.'
Kayella looked at Daniel. 'Bite me, Noah.'
'Amen,' he replied.
A while later.
'Then who the heck is Callodyn the Extraordinary, child of heaven?'
'And idiot,' replied Kayella.
'Whose twin is the lovely Mandy.'
'Oh, you remember. You sort of were involved for a while.'
'Yep. That's right,' he said. 'Callodyn the Extraordinary.'
'Some say your really the incarnation of Samael of heaven,' she said tartly.
'The oldest devil,' he replied proudly.
'Definitely,' she responded.
'Why not Satan himself?'
'Oh, he has redeeming qualities. Can't find any in you buddy.'
'No redeeming qualities. Mmm.'
'I remember challenging the punk,' she said. 'Satan. Thought he was the bees knees after earthly years. Early in in the Realm after the millennium. Paramount dictator of the universe.'
'He still hangs out at Paramount tower, you know,' said Callodyn.
'I know. I still owe the punk a lesson or two.'
'This is more like the Kayella I know. Full of passion. Hard headed bitch who has no idea who she is or was. Fresh, intense, and ready to take on the world. That's the Kayella I fell in love with.'
'You fell in love with your ego,' she responded.
'I know, I know. It's a very fine ego. Well established and admired by all. But nay, sweetie. It is thou who ruleth my affections.'
'And Mandy,' she said.
'Yes. And Mandy.'
'And Taylor,' she said.
'Yes. And Taylor,' he responded.
'And Luladiel,' she said.
'Yep,' he replied.
'And Aquamarine,' she said.
'How do you know about her?'
'And Rebecca Roshentay, or something like that as well.'
'How the hell do you know about Rebecca?'
Kayella stared at him. 'And I know quite a few of the others as well, you know buddy. Don't think I'm not informed after all this time. Believe me, I know the others. Especially this Jenny Gilmore chick you fancy.'
'Leave Jenny out of this. Daniel Seraphim likes her, really.'
'You both do,' she replied.
'Aw, she's a Dalgety babe,' he said.
'Here we go,' said Kayella.
'Original Capital of Australia, you know. They held Parliament there for the first few centuries.'
'Is that a fact?' she asked.
'Yep. She comes from a proud line of Dalgety Prime Ministers. I've met some of them.'
'Whose history book was this again?'
'Untold Monaro Tales. By Ruth McFadden,' he replied. 'Follow the Bible Code approach and use the book and you find Australia's lost history of the, uh, lost years,' he replied.
'I remember when Miami was capital of America,' she said.
'Really,' he said.
'It's in the untold tales of go fuck yourself dickhead.'
'Kayella' he said.
'Yes,' she replied.
'You'll have to get me the ISBN code on that one.'
'Don't worry. I'll finish the book later on in the week,' she smiled.
'You do that,' he said. And softly said 'Bitch.'
She patted him on the back, and returned to the kitchen for cooking the night's meal.
'Bastard,' she said softly from the kitchen.
Daniel smiled softly, and picked up the remote. He put on the A Team.
'Boys with toys,' came a soft chuckle from the Kitchen. Daniel was not happy with that. He made a plan.
'You know, I recall the actual procreative incarnation you came from, now, from memory.'
'I'm original,' she said hotly.
'Yeh. Yeh, I remember now. Balaam's Ass. It was Balaams Ass. It spoke as well. A speaking ass. What do you know.'
She grinned a little. 'Well that makes two in the family then.''
'You betcha,' he said.
She came around from the kitchen, stood up and looked into his eyes. 'Kiss me, Ass,' she said.
He looked magically into her eyes, took her by the shoulders, and said. 'Love to. But 'I'm not into bestiality.' And sailed off to the couch to watch the rest of the A Team.
A little while later.
'Hee haww,' came a subtle mock from the kitchen.
'Were is Mr Ed when you need him,' said Callodyn soberly to himself, as the A Team got the Jazz, and finished off another day's fine adventure.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella X: Dawn of the 'Torah Brigade'
'You know, it really is a kinda pathetic name,' said Callodyn. 'Christforce. Sounds like a dodgy pentecostal power movement which has 3 pages of doctrine and not much else.'
'Very funny,' replied Kayella.
'I mean, come on. Christforce? What the hell where they thinking?'
'At least they are tackling real problems in the universe. They are very polite and spread a message of love.'
'Same old game as his dad's,' replied Callodyn. 'This second lamb is hardly original.'
'Second lamb?' she asked him.
'It's what they now call him. The second lamb of God. Supposedly the 'Second Book of Revelation' has been written by the Apostle John, prophesying future events.'
'Seriously?' she asked him.
'I have it on order online. Should be here in a few days.'
'Fascinating,' she replied.
'Oh, I've read that already,' said Loquiel, looking at the two of them from the couch. 'Similar to the first work in many ways. Different stylings of beasts, and not quite as heavy mind you, but he's got new ideas. And the second lamb shall be involved in the 'Great Confrontation' which will 'Shatter his soul,' which they call the second slaying.'
Callodyn looked at Loquiel. 'Really? Sounds very interesting indeed. I'll look forward to my copy.'
'Why don't you join Christforce,' said Kayella to Callodyn.
'Too busy,' replied Callodyn. 'Not a Christian either. Nor a Saruvim.'
'He'll join Torah Brigade instead,' asserted Loquiel the Seraphim confidently. 'Ambriel has already asked me to join. Wants all the Seraphim on the team, and the Cherubim if he can get them.'
'What the heck is Torah Brigade?' asked Callodyn.
'Seraphim Desdrael's idea. Match Starpower and Christforce. The elite of the elite, though. Desdrael plans on being the best in the business.'
'You've joined it?' asked Kayella.
'Certainly. Something to do, you know. Oh, I'm happy at Zaphon. Been there forever now, you know. Organising activities for the Zaphon Tower community. But a change would be good.'
'Torah Brigade,' said Callodyn to himself.
'I don't like that look,' said Kayella. 'It's not good when Callodyn has that look. Means a brain cell is finally at work.'
'Shaddup,' said Callodyn, and returned to his thinking.
'Could be an exciting change,' said Loquiel. 'A reboot for those of us who get involved. A fresh start.'
'Fascinating,' replied Kayella. 'But leave Callodyn out of it. Him and Daniel will think they are the elite of the elite of the elite.'
'Of the elite,' finished Callodyn smiling.
'In your dreams,' smirked Kayella.
'Yep, in my dreams,' replied Callodyn, whose mind had suddenly become full of them.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella XI: Sweet & Sour
They were having Chinese - food.
'You know, they have been doing studies,' said Callodyn, greedily devouring fried pork chops.
'I'm sure they have,' responded Kayella, and belched to get her food down.
'Slow down sweetie. Your not eating the Titanic.' Callodyn looked at the large pile of Chinese grub Kayella had piled up on her plate. 'Then again, maybe you are.'
'Shaddup,' she replied, and belched again. 'You were saying?'
'Oh. Yeah,' said Callodyn, wondering if his twin would eat everything on her plate. 'They've been doing studies. On people and the food they eat and their personalities. And they have found some amazing connections.'
'How so?' asked Kayella, and started on her 5th spring roll.
'Take your diet, for example. Mostly bland these days. This chinese is like the first in, what? A century or something?'
'Something like that,' she replied.
'But Kayella usually eats raw beans and corn, practically sterile non-fat bread, and milk so fat reduced its practically water.'
'After endless aeons of weight issues, never again buddie,' she replied, sauce dripping from the side of her mouth.
'Yep. A completely bland diet,' said Callodyn.
'As bland as possible,' replied Kelly.
'Right,' said Daniel. 'And that is were it is kind of interesting. You see, they have found this link in personality types and food consumption. Sweet personalities tend to like sugary and sweet foods. Like chocolate and donuts and so forth. And the funny thing is, if a person has a somewhat sour disposition, they tend to like lemons and tart foods quite a bit.'
Kelly paused and looked at him, the slightest worry of a frown emerging on her forehead.
'Of course, if its a very conservative or basic diet,' continued Callodyn. 'How shall I put it? Oh, I know. A bland diet. Then the logic dictated......' he trailed off.
'What?' she asked, mouth agape.
'Just saying,' replied Callodyn , and picked up the TV remote and turned on the A Team.
Kelly looked at Callodyn for a moment, and then put down her plate.
Softly, she cuddled up next to her Callodyn, and watched the A Team with him.
Moments passed.
'I'll eat normal again soon,' she said softly.
Callodyn put his arm around her and held her tight.
'Eat what you want. I love you anyway.'
And she heard his words, and watched the A Team, and everything was right in the world. Everything was right.
The End
Callodyn & Kayella XII: Charity Time
'Come on,' said Ambriel. 'It's charity time kids. Out we go, spreading the message of God's love, and with hands open wide to feed the poor, we spread the love of God and fulfil our holy mitzvah of charity.'
Callodyn looked at the turnout at 'Ambriels Grand Redemption of the Lost and Struggling' event, advertized internationally, and well known all over the region of Eternya they were currently in. 'Great turnout bro,' said Callodyn. '3 souls. You, me and Kayella.'
Ambriel looked at Callodyn. 'Daniel and Valandriel are running the other venue cross city. They say they have a good turnout. At least 5 or 6. But that's all we need. Cheer up, bro. Out we go to the mission field.'
'Wonderful,' responded Callodyn dryly.
They knocked on doors to begin with - Jehovah's witness style. It began the same way. 'Do you need the love of Jehovah?' Too many doors slammed that morning that Ambriel got what Callodyn called 'The fucking point.'
'Well, I have the soup van ready. We now find the poor and hungry.'
'Radendya has a comprehensive welfare system,' responded Callodyn. 'They have official public servants who find people on the streets and treat them for what is usual mental illnesses of various kinds. There isn't really any poverty here any more.'
'Then we share the good news of God's love,' said Ambriel, now inspired by that great news.
'Religion is strong here,' replied Callodyn.
'Yep, very,' said Kayella. 'The 7 Divine Fellowships have a stronghold in this region ironically. Dan's doing great here.'
'There's even a Messianic Ministries chapter on the southside,' said Callodyn, regarding Ambriel's own ministry.
'Grreeaat',' said Ambriel, a little nonplussed. 'Then, uh, what do we do?'
'We go home, put on the A Team, and get the hell over it. The issues were addressed by Eternya a long time ago, bro.'
Ambriel looked defeated.
'You can give me some hot soup,' said Kayella, smiling at Ambriel. He handed her a cup of hot soup. 'Cheers,' she responded, and sipped on the quite tasty chicken noodle soup.
'Time to go home. The war was won a long time ago,' said Callodyn.
And Ambriel sighed, and worried once more were the theophany had disappeared to, but remembered the love and grace and mercy of God in this new world which had it all worked out now, and came home with Callodyn and Kayella, and enjoyed the A Team, and sighed at an age long heart finally having won its mission.
The End
Callodyn and Kayella XIII: True Love
'You know, Callie. I do love you,' said Kelly, the angel Kayella.
'Humph. You walked out on me. Said our starsigns were incompatible, and that Luladiel, who is a Scorpio-Rat just like myself is all that I would ever be happy with. So much for love,' he replied, as he sat at the desk of their home in Eternya at the North Pole, the flat which they shared and liked to live in together.
'It doesn't mean I don't love you,' responded Kayella the Callophim, for while they were indeed Cherubim angels, they also were part of a special class called 'The Callophim' which was reserved for the two of them and their offspring. 'Anyway, what are you doing?' she asked, as she looked over his shoulder. He had a stamp album opened, with some ancient earth stamps in it.
'Hey. They are ancient,' she said. 'From the first epoch of life on earth. When it all began. I recognize them,' said Kayella.
'I have ALL my stuff,' said Callodyn proudly. 'Kept it all forever. At Callophon, deep down in the earth, there are sublevels upon sublevels of accumulated possessions from my eras of life. I haven't parted with a damn thing, no matter the offers I have had. Just like Daniel, and Valandriel for a long time now as well. It's the pact of stability we formed as a tryptych once. Oh, Cherubim Daniel Daly sold us the idea, so he is just like that as well.'
Kayella looked at the stamps. 'Uh, do you have any of my old stuff? I sort of normally move with the times, you know. If I need an old book or something, I just buy it again.'
'Eternya prayer is not cheap, dear sister, and it has cost me an eternity of service and cash to afford all my things, and you expect me to look out for you as well?'
'Oh, just wondering,' said Kayella.
'Humph,' said Callodyn.
'They're nice stamps,' she said, and disappeared off to the kitchen.
Later on, when she was watching replays of the recent winter olympics on TV, Callodyn came in and sat down next to her. 'I keep just a few things here. I don't like to have them out of storage normally, but these few I keep in my personal safe, and I thought, if you promise to keep it forever and ever and ever, and bloody mean it, you can have it back.' He handed her a copy of 'Stronger' on CD - the album, not the single. It was the original.
'Fuck,' she swore, for the first time in a long time. 'Where the hell did you get that?'
'I owned a few copies. Yes, I actually collected you on earth before we even met each other all over again. Probably instinct in some ways, but you were also a popular pop act, winning the Idol thing. I have a couple of copies, and you can have this one if you promise to never, ever, for all eternity, part with it. And swear black and blue.'
She looked at him, deep into his eyes, and said. 'Ok. I'll wear your eternity ring, and I will keep it forever. But not for marriage, but eternal friendship. I won't betray that. You will have to work for more if you want more. If you want True Love.'
He handed her the CD, and as they sat back listening to the album which she put on their stereo, she slid herself into his strong arms, and sighed. An ancient thing lost, restored. Which had been kept forever.
Oh what hidden joy you were Callodyn the Cherubim, thought Kayella the Callophim. Oh what hidden joy.
The End