Aestrangel the Fallen (The Aestrangel Trinity Part 1)
by Maria DeVivo
September 2023
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Publisher: 4 Horsemen Publications
ISBN: 1644509261
Number of pages: 240
Word Count: 63K
Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned!
Aestra, favorite teenaged angel of The Lord, has been sent to Earth to ensure that high school senior, Jake Parker, pursues the correct path. He is teetering between two options that may seem innocuous, but only one will lead him to positively impact the lives of millions of humans.
But what happens when the heart chooses love over responsibility? For Aestra, one fateful night will set into motion a chain of events unforeseen by even her infallible Creator.Amazon-Books2Read
Excerpt
From Chapter One: Learning the Ways
They
tell me I should be dreaming by now, that the images and scenarios
should be well-embedded into my brand-new subconsciousness, but for me,
all there has been is color. No. That’s not right. When I close my
brand-new eyes, all that consumes me are the shifting shades of grays
and blacks, and I’m not sure if this is something I should be worried
about or not. I’ve been in this human simulation environment for quite
some time now, and I’m guessing that part of my “humanness” hasn’t
kicked in yet. But I’ve heard the others talking and describing their
dreams, and I’m getting anxious for my first one. Revalia, the closest
thing I have to what humans call a “best friend,” has told me the
fabulous tales of her dreams. She says sometimes she doesn’t even want
to wake up. She says the images and sounds and smells are so
overpowering, so overwhelming, that when she wakes up, she desperately
longs to go back to that dreamy, lazy place between the conscious and
unconscious mind. I wish I knew what she was talking about.
I
know my lack of dreams worries Camael. He has told me many times the
human experience is multi-pronged and multi-faceted, and in order for me
to complete my calling, I must be immersed in the most basic of human
functions. There’s no other way for me to complete my mission because
there’s no other way for me to be a “believable” Guardian to the human I
am assigned. And if I don’t complete my mission successfully, I will
never move up the ranks and become a Guardian Angel. Camael is in a
higher order of angels than I am—the Dominions. He’s my mentor, and it’s
his job to prepare me for the journey that I’m about to embark upon.
Yes,
I’m an angel—we all are: Camael, Revalia, the others, and me. But, my
rank right now is that of angel—the lowest rung on the ladder. My goal
is to move up to Guardian, and hopefully beyond. It’s the natural
progression for my kind, and I’m excited to serve the Creator (or God,
as the humans refer to Him) and all of His glorious wonders.
There
is no time—not the way humans divide time up at least. I’ve always
existed, yet there are others and elders who were here in Ilarium before
I was created, and since I’ve been given the ability to communicate in
human language, it seems hard for me to put into words all the thoughts
and feelings that I had before. Before, there was just love and peace
and a willingness to serve and please, but now there is an actual
lexicon, a vocabulary of tens of thousands of words, that I’m still
trying to figure out how to effectively communicate and verbalize what’s
in my heart. Never having had a heart before, it takes some getting
used to.
We angels who are preparing for our callings have been
thrust into a human-like world in order to become accustomed to the
actual life of a human. The Powers That Be have replicated the physical
world and have created buildings and structures for us, given us
languages, infused us with feelings, and given us body shapes all in
preparation for our descent to Earth.
While angels are neither
male nor female, I have the body of a woman now, and I will be assigned
female attributes from here forward. I rather do like the contour of the
female form, I always have, and perhaps my partiality towards women is
what prompted the Creator to put me in a woman’s body. My wings are more
defined too; they are heavy on my shoulders with the feathered tips
almost irritating the backs of my arms and legs. As the human notion of
time becomes more ingrained into our routine, the weight of my wings
becomes more and more cumbersome. Camael has said that the awareness of
our wings was important so when we lose them on our descent, the shock
wouldn’t be so bad. I don’t know; I’m still trying to understand all my
teachings. Like how we’re going to be given a set of human memories
specific to us and our assignment, yet have all the knowledge of our
angelic lives. The thought of blending the two perplexes me.
This
leads me to right now. This time. This place. The unfamiliarity of it
all. Camael says this is a school, and the human I am assigned to help
goes to one. I know this. I’ve seen them, the humans. I’ve watched them
from up high, but actually being in a school—the four white walls and
chairs called desks filed in rows with children sitting at them—is quite
an adjustment. I sit in the front of a single aisle. We’re in
alphabetical order, and I’m Aestra, so that means I’m first in the row.
Revalia is a few desks behind me. I turn my head to try to catch her
attention, but she’s staring out the window, deep in what Camael calls a
“daydream.” I look at her a few seconds longer hoping my gaze can break
her trance, but she’s too far gone, mesmerized in her human thoughts.
The one disadvantage to being in this human shape is we angels can no
longer feel the thoughts and emotions of others without speaking them.
If I had been free from this woman body, I would have been able to read
Revalia’s mind, but then again, if we weren’t in these human forms,
Revalia wouldn’t be having such thoughts as hypnotizing daydreams…
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Maria is the Author of the Amazon bestselling and award-winning series The Coal Elf Chronicles, the YA psychological horror series The Altered Experience, and the NA Urban Fantasy series The Aestrangel Trinity. When not writing about dark fantasy and horror, she teaches Language Arts and Journalism to middle school students in Florida. A lover of all things dark and demented, she takes pleasure in warping the comfort factor in her readers’ minds. Just when you think you’ve reached a safe space in her stories, she snaps you back into her twisted reality.
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