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   The Angels Saga: Angels of Love: The Lucy Potter Septet   
    'Lucy Potter and the Vengeance of Lucifer'   
   (Lucy Potter Book Two)   
   (NOTE:  J K Rowling has authorized fanfiction of Harry Potter.)    
   by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
   (c) 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010   
      
   NOTE:  SC = Since Creation (calendar)   
   Chapter One   
       
   5992 SC   
       
   The eternal Dreamlord, unnoticed, entered the throneroom of Zaphon.  He had   
   time to spend with the God of the Covenant.  The eternal Father of Glory.  He   
   approached the throne.  The flame of the eternal spirit of God burned   
   brightly, as it had always    
   done, above the throne of glory.  All his life Daniel had known that flame.    
   He had, from time to time, studied the flame - the spark of the Glory of God.    
   It flowed through, in endless random patterns and variations, all the colours   
   of life.  Often, for    
   days at a time, a persistent streak of a colour would radiate from the flame   
   above the throne, and then suddenly change without notice.  At other times the   
   flame flickered bright sparks, sparks of red and orange, blue and green, and   
   even dark black on    
   various occasions.  No angel - no eternal - not even the humans Enoch or   
   Elaine understood the purpose of the flame or why it did what it did.  And, so   
   it was felt, to guess the eternal mind of their eternal God - a creature   
   beyond the fathoming of even    
   the greatest minds of eternity's realm - seemed, while not perhaps pointless,   
   certainly beyond the greatest of endeavours the community of God's angels   
   could ever consider.   
       
   The Dreamlord spoke.  'Father.  Are you there?'  Nothing answered the   
   Dreamlord's question.  Nothing immediately, anyway.  He looked at the flame   
   for a few moments more and decided, as others often did, that God perhaps was   
   unwilling to speak to them at    
   that time.  Silence often responded to many angelic inquiries.   
       
   The Dreamlord turned, walking back towards the doors to leave the throneroom.    
   He looked at the benches alongside the walls of the throneroom and decided to   
   sit down momentarily, reviewing his thoughts.   
       
   After a few moments, having seated himself down, the voice of God spoke.    
   'Yes.'  Daniel looked at the flame.  Cautiously he began with his request.    
   'Father.  The child of David Potter.  Lucy.  My eternal sister from Azaphon.    
   I have a request regarding    
   her welfare.  Elaine Belloc, Michael's daughter, has shown a great interest in   
   Lucy.  She desired Lucy's protection.  Her safety and welfare.  I understand,   
   of course, that in life - in this human life you have planned for each of us   
   your children - that    
   innocence is often destroyed.  Often unjustly and brutally evil triumphs over   
   good and darkness prevails.  Yet I also know that your eternal spirit of   
   justice always rights wrongs.  That the truth and love of God always   
   prevails.  However, in relation to    
   Miss Potter, on behalf of Elaine I would likewise request your special   
   intervention.  Your special favour.  Your hand of protection.  I would,   
   heavenly father, if you were to accede to this request of mine, be most   
   grateful.'  The Dreamlord left off    
   speaking.  Silence answered his request.  Yet, after what was perhaps a   
   moments consideration by the eternal, a word of God came forth.  'Life.'  The   
   Dreamlord sat there, thinking on that.  'Life.'  Now what kind of answer was   
   that?  Life.  Hmmm.  He    
   looked at the flame, a quizzical look on his face, but decided to let it go.    
   He stood, and said, 'Thank you Father.'  He turned to leave and, just as he   
   was about to exit the throneroom another word was spoken, seemingly, seemingly   
   at the back of his    
   mind, yet seemingly from the throne of God as well.  It was, again, one word.    
   'Destiny.'   
       
   The Dreamlord turned to look at the flame.  It burned, as it always had.  It   
   burned, suddenly turning from red to bright orange, and a few sparks coming   
   forth.  He looked at the flames, considered that word, and turned and left the   
   throneroom of Zaphon    
   of the Realm of Eternity.   
       
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