This is a wee bit longer chapter that usual. Enjoy :)

Dedicated to my cousin HazzyStyles

"What makes you think I can't? Or why shouldn't I at least try? Everyone deserves saving." - Harlynn Pierce

Chapter XIII

Popping a cheese chips in my mouth, I continued staring at Ghost. The white cat was seated in front of me, his furry tail neatly curled around his seated form and his mismatched green eyes stared back at me.

I narrowed my eyes and poked out my tongue. Ghost copied my movements.

"Hey, Ghost," I said after a while of the staring contest between human and angel, "I have been wondering for a while, but can you talk in your cat form?" I asked, tilting my head. That would be pretty awesome, my subconsciousness noted with a grin of her own.

Lazily blinking his eyes, Ghost nodded his head.

"Then why don't you?" I asked, arching up my eyebrows.

Ghost yawned and stretched his lean body, laying down on his belly and innocently staring up at me.

I rolled my eyes at his behavior. "Lazy, eh?" I mischievously grinned. "I bet you just can't do it."

Sitting up straight, Ghost glared at me. Even baring his fangs slightly. I shrugged my shoulders, "You're just making up excuses."

"If you don't want to talk though, it's fine," I added. Ghost stared at me doubtfully. "You will eventually."

Making myself more comfortable on the couch in my living room and glanced towards the journal I had placed on the table in front of the television. "Why can't time pass faster?" I muttered under my breath. Feeling Ghost's gaze on me, I looked at him. The cat gave me a bewildered look and he mentioned with his head towards the television, seemingly asking 'Why don't you watch some TV?'

"I'm feeling lazy, Ghost," I replied. Ever since coming back from Ana and Alec's, I pretty much fell face-first into my couch and haven't moved since. "I don't feel like turning the TV on."

Ghost rolled his eyes. It was a weird thing to see, seeing as he's in the form of a cat and all. Giving me a wide grin – reminding me of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland – he winked once, before he looked towards the TV. Even from my place, I could see his eyes glow up in a greenish light. The TV sprang on, showing some commercials on whatever channel.

My mouth gaped open and I stared between Ghost and the TV. "Okay, that was awesome," I said. I wish I could do that, I thought to myself. I arched up my eyebrows. "Can you also zap channels with your angel mojo?"

The angel grinned. Focusing his attention back on the TV, his eyes glowed up once more and the channel changed, showing some documentary about the second world war on Discovery Channel.

I nodded to myself. It's not such a bad idea to have an angel in house, my subconsciousness said.

"What else can you do?" I asked, honestly curious. I even forgot the TV.

A lot, a voice said in my head. Musical and gentle. And familiar.

My eyes widened and I gaped at Ghost, who had a triumphant look on his face. "Was that-" I stammered out. Ghost nodded his head.

I jumped up from the couch and pointed my finger at the angel-cat. Ghost looked slightly bewildered from my reaction. "I knew it! I knew you could talk in this form!"

That's what this is about, the same voice said.

"That means telepathy is one of your abilities?" I found myself saying. "Can you also read minds? Do you read mine?"

I generally stay away from anyone's thoughts, yours included, Ghost replied. A mind is a private thing, unless I have no other choice, I don't mess around with that.

I shrugged. "Makes sense," I muttered, Ghost's ear twitched. "What's your name?" I asked. "Your real name. Your angel name," I added.

One thing you should know about the supernatural world is that true names hold power, was the reply I got. If you know a creature's true name, not the name others call them but their true name only their closest friends know, you hold a certain power over them. As a result, we rarely give away our names. Unless there's a certain amount of trust and we know the other person won't misuse the knowledge we gave them.

"You don't trust me?" I asked in a weak voice, sad that not even my own guardian angel trusted me enough. It made sense he did not gave away his name easily, but still... I felt somehow sad.

Ghost's green eyes glittered in the light of the sun. I do trust you, he told me gently. I am just not sure if you will be able to bear it. Not even my given name.

"What do you mean?" I sat down on the couch once more – the TV long forgotten – and gave the cat my full attention.

My name especially is a powerful once, no matter if it's my given or true name, Ghost said. You're not ready for the knowledge about who I am. I will tell you, but everything in time, he told me in his beautiful voice.

I looked at him for a long time. "Okay," I finally said, "I trust you."

Ghost gratefully bowed his head, something almost noble in the gesture.

"What about demons? Do they also have a true name?" I asked, thinking about the Trickster with his haunted gaze.

All beings have a true name, demons and even humans included, Ghost replied, slightly narrowing his eyes. It's about that guy is it not?

"Where you reading my mind?!" I asked in shock. Ghost shook his head.

I just know you. I have been watching over you for almost your entire life after all, he told me. You think you can save him, don't you?

"What makes you think I can't?" I asked, not denying it. "Or why shouldn't I at least try? Everyone deserves saving."

Ghost looked almost sad. You cannot save every fallen bird, Harlynn. And this one? He might be way beyond saving, even by you. There was a challenge in his eyes. Was he testing me?

I recalled the time I walked into the Trickster demon in the library, how at ease he looked and how easy it was to talk to him. Surrounded by all those books, it almost seemed like he had a great weight lifted off his shoulders. A weight he shouldn't have to carry. Not alone at least.

I saw him in my mind's eye once more. Not at the library this time, but on the streets of Manhattan when he was about to enter the pizzeria with the other two guys. He had laughed then.

Holding on to those two memories, I decided. I looked straight at Ghost, daring him to tell me otherwise. "I am going to try either way," I said firmly.

I should tell you to stay away from him, Ghost said after a while, but I know you won't listen.

"Why does everyone tell me to stay away?" I wondered aloud. First the Trickster-demon himself warned me – more than once even – my grandfather as well and now even Ghost, my guardian angel. "Who is that guy?"

Something flashed behind Ghost's eyes. That is not my place to tell, he said, sounding unsure. All I can tell you is that he's no ordinary demon. He is a fallen angel. That is all I can say. I am sorry.

"Why can't you tell me?"

Ghost looked away from me and I knew that was all he was going to tell me.

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Finally, the moonlight shone through the window. I looked up and saw the moon. It was not a complete lunar eclipse yet, but it would be eventually.

After Ghost had refused to speak anymore, I had forced myself to stand up and get my laptop from my room so I could watch Supernatural to pass time. I had no idea how those HDMI cables worked – Ana did – so I had to settle with the screen of my laptop. I had turned the TV off, seeing as I wasn't even watching it.

I paused the screen of my laptop and looked at the journal. There wasn't anything special to see about it yet. A sigh left my lips and I glanced at Ghost. He had curled in on himself and appeared to be sleeping. I wondered to myself if angels actually needed to eat and or sleep, or if they just did it to appear more 'normal'. Is he only acting?

My train of thoughts was disturbed when my stomach started to growl like crazy. Ghost's eyes opened and he looked at me with what appeared to be amusement.

"What are you looking at?" I muttered, putting the laptop away and standing up, going towards the kitchen to prepare some food. Ghost followed me.

I opened the fridge and took out a can of tomato soup. "This will do," I said to myself. I took a spoon and opened the can and started eating it.

Ghost stared at me wide eyed. I shrugged my shoulders, "It tastes good enough cold. So why bother warming it up?" Ghost shook his head and left the kitchen.

Sitting down around the kitchen table, I finished the soup. Slurping down the last bit, I threw the can away in the trash bin and looked outside at the moon.

It shouldn't be too long until the lunar eclipse starts, my subconscious noted, sounding rather excited about what we might find out.

I wasn't even sure if I would see something. My grandfather and those before him saw nothing - maybe except for Christopher Pierce - so why should I be able to see the 'secrets' of the journal? Don't get your hopes up, I told myself.

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"Tonight will be a clear night," some guy from the TV spoke. "Those who wish to view the lunar eclipse are in luck. Tonight, there will be a rare case of a total lunar eclipse, where the moon colors a blood-red."

I ignored the rest of what the TV-man said and focused all my attention on the journal in front of me. The light from the TV slightly reflected of the old and raffled leather of the journal.

There was nothing special to see about it yet.

Ghost has come back some time ago and was staring at the journal as well. His tail swiping the air, almost nervously.

Waiting is boring, I couldn't help but think. I looked out of the window once more and before my very eyes, the moon colored red. I slightly gasped and marveled over the sight for a while.

Turning the TV off, I pushed the journal into the light of the red moon. And I waited.

For a while nothing happened.

Thinking I saw something, I squinted my eyes. Strange symbols - like nothing I have ever seen before - appeared on the cover of the journal; graceful and delicate and foreign. 

Holding my breath, I leaned closer. I could feel Ghost's eyes on me, but I decided to ignore it. The symbols itself seemed to be made from a clear blue light, pulsing softly. I felt a slight headache behind my eyes, but I kept on looking at the symbols, feeling a pull towards it. It seemed to be calling to something deep within me.

The symbols started shuddering slightly and somehow, I knew what they meant, what was written on the cover of the journal.

Harlynn

Eyes wide in disbelief, I stared at the glowing symbols that have started forming my name. Why is my name on the freaking journal?

Taking the cover in my hand, I opened the journal with shaking hands. And I stared at what the journal revealed.

The notes about the mythical creates were gone. As well as the countless symbols and rituals and the many handwritten notes. Everything was gone, to be replaced by even more of those strange symbols.

A message scribbled on the inside of the cover caught my eye. I focused on the symbols and after a short sharp pain in my head, I could read them. I started reading the note aloud, Ghost listening intently.

To Harlynn Pierce,

I don't know if you know about me or not, but my name is Christopher Pierce, your ancestor, and I am writing this to you in the year of 1864 in the New World.

I don't know all that much about you except for what my father - who can see the flows of time - told me. For instance; I know that you are of my blood and are like me, that you can see the magical world that's hidden from most and that you live in the 2000's, among other things. But I am going to keep this short and not go into too much details of what I know.

My father has told me of the future and what will befall the world both of us love so much. Something terrible is about to happen. Something that will destroy Earth, Heaven, Hell and everything in existence. You might already know that something is about to happen; a rise in mythical creatures maybe, for they can feel it too.

You need to rise up, for this world - and every other world - needs your help. You are powerful, Harlynn, and you are the only one who save the universe from total destruction. You, together with the fallen angel who always has been so dear to me. I also know that you have already met with him a few times.

I am so sorry it had to be you. That you are the one who has to carry this heavy burden. I know you don't want any of this, but like my father once told me: 'Sometimes, one has no choice but to shine if it means protecting those dear to them.'

I might be dead in your era, but I don't plan on abandoning the world. Yes, it might be a flawed world, it might be sad and doomed, but there is so much good as well, and it would be a waste for all that to be lost forever.

That is the real reason as to why I wrote this journal. I wrote it to help you, in the hopes that my knowledge might be of use to you. However little it might be.

Don't worry about not being able to read all this once the lunar eclipse is gone, if you wish to see everything once more, you just need to call my father's name and he will reveal the truth to you.

My father is the Seraph Cassiel, an angel of the Lord.

My name is Christopher Jonathan Pierce and I am Nephilim, from the blood and fire of Heaven.

My mouth had dropped open when I finished reading the note Christopher personally wrote to me on the cover of the journal, more than two hundred years ago. I read the note once more, and again, barely believing what I just read. But the note didn't change, it still said the same.

Something terrible is going to happen, not just to New York, but the entire universe. And I had to stop it. Together with a fallen angel who was 'dear to Christopher'.

Dark, blue eyes like the midnight sky flashed before my vision, and I wondered if the fallen angel Christopher mentioned, was the Trickster with the haunted gaze I kept walking into.

Shaking my head to clear my racing train of thoughts, I focused on the note once more.

Specifically, the name Cassiel. I am the distant descendant of an angel, I thought in disbelief. And Christopher was a Nephilim, a half-angel.

"What is happening to my life?" I said aloud. I looked at Ghost, who was already staring at me, his gaze unreadable. "You will help me too, right?" I asked.

Ghost's eyes softened. Of course, his voice said gently in my head.

I looked back at the journal and flipped through the pages that were scribbled full of the strange, glowing symbols. I could read them easier now, without getting a headache. I just needed to look at them, and I knew their meaning.

I could say one thing for sure. Almost everything that was written here was about angels and demons, and everything to do with them. Ranching from guardian angels to archangels and from minor demons to the Princes of Hell.

I stopped at the part of the angelic ranks and read through them out of curiosity. My grandfather did not believe in angels, but I knew differently now.

Grigori: The Watcher angels. Tasked with watching over humanity.

Seraphim: A Seraph is an angel belonging to this order, meaning "burning ones." They are the angelic attendants of God.

Christopher had scribbled Cassiel's name among the Seraphim.

Cherubim: The Cherubim are led by the angel Kerubiel and are often tasked with guardian certain places or objects. Guardian angels are often not Cherubim.

I looked up at Ghost. "Are you a Cherubim?" I asked him.

Ghost blinked his eyes. No, he said. I gave him a curious look but he did not elaborate any further.

Rit-Zien: The Healers of Heaven, a rare and highly valued species of angels. Those angels are not warriors, but instead use their abilities to heal any kind of wound or illness.

"Can they also heal things like cancer or aids? Those Rit-Zien," I asked Ghost.

They can, Ghost replied.

"Why don't they? They can prevent so much suffering in this world."

We angels normally don't interfere in mortal affairs. We rarely leave Heaven, he told me.I nodded my head and continued reading.

Archangels: The highest of the angelic ranks belongs to the seven most powerful angels. The archangels are: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Metatron, Saraqael and Raquel. The fallen angels Lucifer, Azazel and Sammael also used to be archangels prior to their fall.

I continued flipping through the journal. There was more detailed information about every classification in the angelic hierarchy and even a rather detailed map of Heaven itself.

My eyebrows shot up. Cassiel must have told him, Ghost said, glancing at the rather detailed map of Heaven. There was the grand city of glass and gold and even a forest. Behind the forest was a tower called 'God's Eye,' which I imagined in the place where God lived. The tower stood alone on a cliff and had something almost lonely about it.

Go to the back of the journal, Ghost suddenly told me. Without question, I did as he told and closed the journal.

The back of the journal was bare at first sight, but when I took a closer look, it was almost like there was a hidden area.

I lightly touched the dairy with my fingers and I could hear a click. The back of the journal gave away underneath my fingers and my entire hand disappeared in the leather.

My eyes slightly widened and I pushed my hand further in, up to my elbow. My fingers brushed against something. Paper. And another book.

I gripped the book tight and pulled it out of the hidden area of the journal. It was a small book, just like the journal the cover was leather. It seemed to be a dairy. The greatest difference was that where the journal was old and raffled with burn and acid marks alike, the dairy seemed almost new.

Putting the dairy down next to me, I put my hand in the hidden area once more, pulling out the paper.

The papers were slightly raffled and yellow, but otherwise in good condition. I turned the papers around to see entire messages written on them; in Latin. I tilted my head to the sides and took a closer look. They are letters, I realized. They were written with a neat, delicate and cursive handwriting.

They were directed to Christopher and signed by some Daniel.

"Daniel," I whispered. An angel maybe? Most angel names seem to end with 'el', my subconsciousness guessed.

Putting the letters down, my eyes caught sight of something stuffed between the letters. Carefully pulling it out, I recognized it as a picture.

Turning it around, my breath caught in my throat when I recognized the person staring back at me. Sure, the picture is black-white and he wears very different clothes in it, as well that his hair was longer, but I did not have a single doubt that it was him.

It was the Trickster. The fallen angel who I kept walking into, together with a guy who I imagined was my ancestor, Christopher Pierce, the Nephilim.

A fallen angel and a Nephilim, together in a picture.

"Seriously," I muttered, "what has become of my life?"

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Alright my little demons, the new chapter is here and it's a wee bit longer than usual. I know I haven't updated last week - my apologies - so I'll try my best and update another time this week.

Anyway, what did you thought of the chapter? For those who wish to know, the picture at the top explains some basic things about a total lunar eclipse, or the 'blood-red moon' :) Back to the story. So, Ghost talked! XD Thoughts on that? What do you think Ghost's name is, which angel he is? And what did you think of the wee bit of information I gave away about what the journal revealed? What about those 'strange glowing symbols'? What kind of symbols are they? Why can only Harlynn see them? What do you think Christopher has written in his dairy? And Christopher being Nephilim and the son of Cassiel? (Don't worry. Cassiel will also make an appearance in this story)  The picture of Christopher and Lucifer? What about this 'Daniel?' Predictions? Let me know, aye?

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Until the next time!

Hugs and knives,

- Luci