From: noahidebooksforever@gmail.com   
      
   Christforce, Torah Brigade and the Saruvim Daredevil's   
      
   Christforce   
   Jenna was pregnant. Jesus twin, Jenna the Cherubim, was pregnant to her twin,   
   and about to deliver. Apostle Luke was with Jesus in the waiting room, and   
   Jesus was walking about nervously biting his teeth.   
   'Hey, if its a boy, call him after me,' said Luke.   
   Jesus smiled at the Gospel author and nodded. 'Sure buddy.'   
   The wait was long. 18 hours, and then the nurse ushered Jesus in.   
   'It's a boy,' said Jenna, who looked exhausted. 'What shall we call him?' she   
   asked, as she presented her son to his father.   
   Jesus looked down at his latest treasure. 'Luke. We will call him Luke.'   
   'Luke Ben Yeshua,' she said. 'Perfect.' Jesus smiled.   
      
   Later on in the year, Jesus was in the throneroom of Zaphon, sitting on the   
   outer seats, thinking. And then the flame, a perpetual blue, turned red for a   
   while. And God spoke.   
   'LUKE. YOUR CHILD. HE IS A SARUVIM. SEE THAT HE KNOWS HIS COMMUNITY.'   
   Jesus looked up at the throne, and noticed the flickering rarity of red, but   
   it turned blue very quickly again, and God no longer spoke.   
      
   When Luke had finished his course of studies at the Global Space Designs   
   Institute, he knew what he wanted to do. In his father's honour. 'The   
   Christforce,' he said to his dad.   
   'What's it all about?' asked Jesus of Nazareth.   
   'A space core. We patrol the realm and offer protection to the world. We love   
   dad. And we intercede against evil, because it just seems to live on and on.'   
   'Then you have my blessing for Christforce,' said Jesus proudly.   
      
   A few centuries later Christforce was up and running with Christians from the   
   Saruvim Angel community. They were missionaries of love and peace, but   
   warriors of Justice also. And the new players in the game soon came into   
   contact with the emerging    
   Saruvim army of Starpower. Radiel's bunch. And it was then the rivalry began.   
      
   The End   
      
      
   The Saruvim Daredevil's   
   'You know, Valderann,' said Caltek to his Saruvim friend. 'Christforce sounds   
   like an earthly 1980s B Grade Christian band.'   
   Valderann chuckled. 'Hey, at least they are not named after a petrol company.'   
   'Shut up. It's Caltek. Not ruddy Caltex. I don't know how many times I have   
   pointed that out to you, son of Valderdash.'   
   'Valandriel. His name is Valandriel. The Seraphim you know. 12th born of the   
   Seraphim. Not like your stupid dad Danfart, 45th in line. Come on. That's   
   pathetic. He's not even really an Archangel. There is only really 12 of them   
   you know.'   
   'Bite me, Valderdash,' responded Caltek.   
   The Saruvim best buddies, sons of, indeed, Valandriel and Daniel the Seraphim,   
   were in the cafeteria of Terraphon keep, eating a meal. They were young, in   
   their 20s, and were working out what they wanted to do in life. Their father's   
   had arranged some    
   early studies at the ancient school of Terraphora, which had cost them an   
   enormous tuition fee, but they could afford it.   
   Caltek looked forward, eating his hamburger, thinking. 'You know. Why don't we   
   do that? What Luke is doing. And Radiel as well. Why don't we form our own   
   Space Fleet'   
   'What do we call ourselves?' asked Valderann.   
   'I don't know. The Saruvim Daredevil's maybe. Something exciting. Not   
   predictably boring like Lord Kalphart and Christtwit.'   
   'Sounds good. May as well. Something to do. Might make us good cash. I can   
   afford that place in Mitraphora I want, maybe, eventually,' replied Valderann.   
   'Steep prices, dude. Mitraphora. It'll be an aeon or two before you will have   
   half the amount for a deposit,' replied Caltek.   
   'I can wait,' said Valderann.   
   'Right,' said Caltek, and munched on his burger.   
      
   After a while. 'Well, we'll do it then? Saruvim Daredevil's?' asked Caltek.   
   'Sure. Why not. Just don't get us into any trouble.'   
   'Would I do that?' asked Caltek, feigning perfect innocence.   
   'Were do I start,' replied Valderann.   
      
   And so the plan was made, and the plan was set, and the Saruvim Daredevil's   
   had been born.   
      
   The End   
      
   Desdrael and Chantel   
   Desdrael was the 57th Seraphim Male of the Realm of Eternity. His twin was   
   Chantel, the 57th Female Seraphim of the Realm of Eternity. Desdrael was, in   
   many ways, a longsuffering soul. He had not found his meaning in life. It had   
   always been the    
   fundamental flaw in the nature of Desdrael - he didn't know what to do with   
   himself. Chantel his twin had bemoaned his lack of direction age upon age,   
   lifetime upon lifetime it seemed as well, from distant memory. She encouraged   
   him to finally choose his    
   glory if God would not visit an answer upon him, which he never seemed to do.   
   Instead, Desdrael remained a prince in Luxembourg in Terraphora, were they had   
   remained almost perpetually since the rebirth, and there they stayed, and   
   lived their lives, and    
   that was seemingly that. He couldn't choose, so he just did what he had been   
   created for, and not much else. Luxembourg ran itself well enough now, it had   
   aeons of experience after all and, with very little new citizens now, very   
   settled souls the    
   hallmark of the Luxembourg way of life, Desdrael had grown used to patterns of   
   behaviour which were well familiar. They didn't change much. They didn't   
   really do anything new. Yet, never really anything that exciting anyway.   
   Chantel had a collection of romance novels. 127 to be precise, and she never   
   yearned for another one. She read them in routine all year round, and it was   
   her life, now, in many ways. Always thinking about her lovers in their worlds,   
   and what they might    
   have done, and what they should have done. Desdrael, for the most part, read   
   about 70 or so fantasy works, and that is likewise what he stuck with. They   
   read, watched the same television programs usually, played a little indoor   
   cricket on the same 'Royal    
   Team', which was mildly competitive, and that was that pretty much. But they   
   had settled. And now, after an aeon of life, Desdrael was finally starting to   
   get the point from God for the wisdom God would teach Desdrael. It was just   
   life in the end, and it    
   didn't matter what you did in the end. Better to settle into routine, and   
   enjoy it for what it was. And so that is what they did. And, now, after all   
   this time, starting to actually enjoy it and get the point of it all.   
   'Another sausage?' asked Chantel.   
   Desdrael held his midriff but nodded anyway.   
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)