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   The Angels Saga: Angels of Love: The Lucy Potter Septet   
   Book Seven   
   Lucy Potter and the Children of Haven   
    by   
   Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
   Copyright 6177 SC   
       
      
   Chapter One   
       
   Lucy Potter was an extraordinary lady.  In more ways than one.   This was the   
   fixed and constant opinion of Lucifer Malfoy.  Vanquished, yet again.  And   
   fuck it pissed him off.  He should fix the little bitch up.  But, no.  He   
   couldn't.  The strange    
   emotion, which angels talked of, which, perhaps, in days long ago, in an   
   inifinite realm he partook of, but long ago decided that the truths of   
   passion, the truths of aggression, the truths of the will of the dark magic,   
   took precedence over anything so    
   simple as that strangest of emotions.  That emotion called - love.   
   He remembered the Celestyels of Infinity, and the passion they'd had towards   
   him on the occasions they led him to their bedroom, and lavished rich lovings   
   upon him.  And he still enjoyed those lavishings, especially on his manhood,   
   in the brothels of the    
   dark places of society, where he ordered his pleasures, and paid his fee, and   
   lay there, as she did her work, as she did his pleasure.   
   But with Lucy, while he desperately wanted to fuck her brains out, the   
   strangest and most ridiculous of emotions said to him, 'You love her too much   
   you devil.'  And so he prattled on these days with email after endless email   
   about his victories against    
   this biker dude or that drug dealer, and the victories he'd won on the   
   battlefield of the barroom floor.  And he did that, not even in fact anymore,   
   but with bravado and Majesterial brutality.  But he always said, at the end of   
   his little tirades, two    
   simple words.  Your cute.   
   She was, in fact, quite cute.  A babe, really.  And had a spirit which turned   
   him on, gave him a hard on, and off he went to his bedroom, relieved himself,   
   and lay there, fantasizing upon Lucy, and perhaps, letting that weird feeling   
   fill his heart.   
   Love.   
   But, fuckit.  He was a devil.  He was a Malfoy.  She was just another woman,   
   just another babe, just another fuck.   
   Still, he couldn't think that in that part of his heart which some greater   
   power still controlled.   
   He loved her.  As simple as that.  He loved the dumbass little witch.  He   
   loved her.   
       
   *   
       
   Daniel Daly, head of Haven Noahide fellowship, sat in his Cooma north abode,   
   Lucy sitting at the desk, with a pen, a quill in fact, writing out a portion   
   of the Torah.  Genesis chapter 1 in fact.  She'd never done this before, but   
   he had suggested to her    
   that a faithful Karaite Noahide, if one were to take the religion seriously,   
   would in fact, in time, get to writing out the entire Rainbow Torah.  Genesis   
   1 - 11:9.  And so, this morning, as the rays of dawn hit the front window,   
   sitting there quietly,    
   enjoying the peace of a beautiful Sunday Morning, the same title for such a   
   song by the band Madasun enjoying its playing on repeat on the CD player, he   
   was inspired, got Lucy up early, at their bacon and eggs and other things, and   
   suggested the idea to    
   her.   
   'Sure.  After lunch,' she responded.  He didn't object.   
   She was slow, but handwriting was often like that, and took time, especially   
   Lucy's, as she was so incredibly neat.  But around dinner time she produced   
   the parchment, of all things she had chosen and purchased downtown in Cooma,   
   and he looked at it.  It    
   was beautiful.  She had completed the Rainbow Torah designation of Haven   
   Noahide Fellowship, which was Genesis 1 to Genesis 2:4a.  That was the   
   Creation section.   
   'What do you think?' she asked him.   
   'It's a lot better than my first effort.  My handwriting has never been that   
   neat.'   
   She nodded, and took the parchment and placed it inside the plastic folder she   
   had decided to keep her work in, inside a plastic sleeve.   
   'I'll read it, you know, Dan.  When it's finished.  It will be my personal   
   torah.  It's the one I'll stick with.'   
   'I usually read a JPS Tanakh myself, but fair enough,' responded Daniel.   
   'Do you ask this of all of them?  Members of Haven?  The Children of Haven.'   
   'No.  Not really.  It's not even written down in the 7 Rainbow Bibles as a   
   requirement.  Just something I suggest to those who are serious about the   
   faith.  Some have done it.'   
   'Am I going to meet them, then?  The Children of Haven.  It's been a few   
   years, now, Daniel.  We've been discussing this.  Lucifer's gone, now.    
   Voldemort too.  I don't think they will be back.  Not any time soon, anyway.    
   Knew they had messed with the    
   wrong people.'   
   'Pride comes before the fall, Lucy Potter.  A witch of maturity should know   
   such a truth.  I am familiar with Shelandragh's teachings upon you, you know.    
   Quite familiar.'   
   'You fancy yourself a wizard,' she said casually.  'You think you have any   
   gifts?'   
   'I don't always agree with David Rothchild, you know.  His judgements.  His   
   jewish religion.  Noahide faith, in the end, has its own freedoms.  Spiritual   
   animism is fine to me.  God made it, after all, and I have these gifts in me,   
   just like you.'   
   'But what about real magic?' she asked him curiously.   
   'Mmm.  No.  Not in the end.  Don't want to fuck with the ultimate source of   
   that shit.  It's a different spirit.  A different energy.  It goes back to the   
   beginning, of all things, when God was young in his dreams and plans.  He   
   created the energy field    
   for temptation purposes, to sort out ole Samael.'   
   'How do you know that?' she asked him.   
   'A little angel told me so,'  he said with a wink.  'Heaven does that for me,   
   occasionally.  Gives me a little whisper, a little story, a little legend of   
   what its all about.  A little about you, even.  And Enrique, funnily enough.    
   Strange, you and him.    
    Have you worked it out yet?  Do you love him?'   
   'We share Jenny.  That will always be true.  You know I love him, ok.  I   
   always will.  But I like Selena Gomez' advice.  In and out of love, and that's   
   how I like it.  Its why I'm here, of course.'   
   'Huh?' he said, turning back to what she had just said, because his head had   
   been turned.   
   She just smiled at him.   
       
   'How much of that parchment did you get?' he asked her.   
   'Enough for the whole Rainbow Torah.'   
   'Job.  Also Job.  If you want to do that eventually.  That book is ok for   
   Noahides.  He was one.'   
   'I know.  I thought about that already, anyway.'   
   'Would you ever do it all?  The whole Tanakh?'   
   'Have you?' she asked, looking directly at him.   
   'No,' he responded, after a moment.  'Only the Rainbow Torah.  3 times.    
   Nothing more.'   
      
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