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The letters Harlynn received from Metatron are written in Enochian. To give you guys an idea of what those symbols look like, I added an example above. That's how those symbols look like; in this story they are only blue and glowing.

Dedicated to @IceHeap

"It's not like we were best friends, but I did knew him. Respected and idolized him even. He was one of the first angels. Everyone wanted to be like him, but nobody could keep up with his radiance." - Ghost

Chapter XX

March 3, 1829

Christopher,

I've heard that you were the one taking care of that vampire nest in the northern parts. You should be more careful. You're not the only hunter around, but you are one of the few non-human ones. The insides of those vampires were completely burned out.

Please be careful with using your abilities. Don't attract too much attention to yourself.

Don't use your powers too much, I warned you about what can happen if you don't receive the right training about how to control them.

I highly recommend against underestimating the fire of Heaven, which burns through your veins as well. Angels don't just bring light, they rain down justice and glory upon this world in fire and blood. Those flames that you inherited from your father are just as fierce and destructive as angels themselves. Remember that and learn to control them.

Don't kill yourself or anybody else – human or monster or demon – until I get there.

Signed,

Daniel

Blinking my eyes and looking at what I just read, I stared at Ghost in bewilderment. "Christopher couldn't control his powers?" I asked the angel.

Ghost shook his head. At first, he could not, the angel replied, Nephilim are very powerful and it's impossible to tell just what kind of abilities they inherit from their angel parent. Christopher inherited the heavenly fire of angels. It's very hard to control.

"I can imagine," I replied, thinking back to when I first saw Ghost in his angel form. He was all fire and light, blazing up in all of Heaven's glory. I also recalled how his fiery flames could even burn under water, as I saw when he retrieved my soul from the oceans.

Turning back towards the notes, I continued reading.

August 23, 1829

Christopher,

They are tracking you down and they will find you. You shouldn't have flared up as you did last week, now there's a group of hunters after you who think they are hunting some kind of phoenix or fire demon.

Keep moving and hide your tracks. I will unleash Kishi to avert their attention from you. Don't waste any time and start running the moment you receive this letter.

Signed,

Daniel

"What's a Kishi?" I muttered under my breath, noticing how the name stood out.

Kishi is a Hellwolf, Ghost replied, they are like Hellhounds, but higher up in the demonic hierarchy. They are very rare. He added.

"Of course he also has a Hellwolf as a pet," I noted. First a dragon and now a wolf of Hell. What's next with this guy? An albino Chimera that can dance the tango and play the flute all at the same time? A deity in his basement?

Skimming past the other notes, I realized that all of them were signed by Daniel. From the picture I found a while ago, I knew that this Daniel and Lucas are one and the same person. And neither is his real name, which apparently, 'freaks people out' in his own words.

The dates that Lucas has send the letters also greatly varied. It's not like he sends a letter every month – the longest time span between two letters I could find was roughly eighty years, then again, all I knew they could be traveling together in that period... they appeared to be rather close in that picture. I also could imagine an immortal being such as himself to have a different view on time compared to humanity with their short lifespan. The first letter started at 1829 and the last one was from the 1960s. which is most likely around the time Christopher died. Which means that Christopher was around when both my grandparents were born.

"What's the lifespan of a Nephilim?" I asked Ghost, who I could already feel watching me closely. The time span between the first and last letter was close to two hundred years – no human could live that long even if they tried. Are Nephilim immortal like angels are? I wondered to myself.

That's hard to say. Nephilim are extremely rare and most don't live very long, and they did not die from old age. The angel replied.

"How many have there been?"

Ghost stared at me with his mismatched eyes. Only three, he replied softly.

Talk about an endangered species, my subconsciousness noted.

Putting the angel-human hybrids to the back of my mind, I focused back on the letters before me. A great deal of them was about Lucas cursing out Christopher's rather impulsive behavior and occasionally, he drew Christopher maps as well which would lead him to special weapons he needed to slay a certain – otherwise invincible – monster.

According to Lucas for instance, the dragon slaying blade Excalibur was stored away within the hidden city of Atlantis. Perplexed, I stared at the map that he had drawn of the area – apparently, Atlantis was within the heart of the Bermuda Triangle, and the magic protecting the city caused all those disappearing air planes and ships for instance. That, and Atlantis seems to be guarded by sea serpents that were larger than entire cities...

I have to admit, I thought, marveling the detailed maps and illustrations where a lot of time must have gone into, Lucas can draw very well.

Atlantis. Freaking Atlantis is real! And Excalibur too! I couldn't help but wonder just how many stories and legends were all true and skimming past the letters, I concluded that most of them were. Or at the very least, parts of those stories are true.

"This is insane," I muttered to myself, looking at detailed maps of where you could find magical beans that would lead you to the Giant World which was – strangely enough – hidden in the clouds, or at the very least, the portal that led there. There even were ways to go to Narnia or Neverland!

Nothing is truly impossible if you just know the ways, Ghost noted, seemingly amused at my reaction.

My Guardian Angel has lived with me for eighteen years, so he knew very well how obsessed I was with Peter Pan and the Narnia movies when I was younger. If I had known all this as a kid I would have gone off to live there...

A grin appeared on Ghost's face, vaguely reminding me of the Cheshire Cat. I have gone to Narnia a few times myself, I must say. I stared at him, perplexed. What? Ghost asked innocently. They have the best pancakes there! He defended himself.

"You didn't take me with you?" I asked sadly.

You weren't born yet, he simply replied, staring at me in a way that seemed to say, 'what do you want me to do about it?'

"One day," I said, pointing my finger into his face. Ghost crossed his eyes to look at my finger. "You have to take me to Narnia. I have to try those pancakes."

Promise, Ghost replied, his ears perking up.

I grinned and pulled back my finger. "I keep you to that promise," I said, making a mental note so I wouldn't forget Ghost's promise.

Turning my attention back to the letters once more, I thought about it all. Lucas was helping Christopher with getting powerful weapons... but why? Having seen the picture they took together and seeing all those letters, it was clear to me that Lucas cared about Christopher in some way; I don't know if it was pity, friendship or something else – but Lucas cared.

So why would he get Christopher in all those dangerous situations? My subconsciousness wondered with a frown. Having the letters as a source, I knew that Christopher had some near-death experiences and on occasion, Lucas even flew over to 'save his sorry ass' as the fallen put it.

When I voiced my thoughts aloud to Ghost, the angel frowned for a while, seeming to think it over. Being a child of Heaven, Christopher saw it as his duty to rid this world of evil. He saw himself as the firewall between light and dark. He asked Lucas to tell him where those weapons were so that he could use them in the name of Heaven to slay evil. Ghost spoke after a while. If I recall correctly, he added, Lucas was against it but Christopher can be rather stubborn.

I slightly grinned to myself, trying to imagine Christopher trying to convince Lucas to give him the knowledge he wanted. I don't know Lucas all that well, but it seems hard to persuade him to help.

"It does not seem like an easy thing to change Lucas' mind," I laughed.

It's not, Ghost agreed.

I looked at the large white cat in curiosity. "How well did you knew him before his fall?" I asked. One of the things I was a hundred percent certain of, it that Lucas is a fallen angel. Which means that one day, he used to be an angel of Heaven before his fall. Which means that Ghost might have known him.

Upon hearing my question, Ghost looked almost sad. It's not like we were best friends, he replied slowly, the sadness heard within his voice was enough to almost make me cry, but I did knew him. Respected and idolized him even. He was one of the first angels. Everyone wanted to be like him, but nobody could keep up with his radiance.

"And then he fell," I added to Ghost's tale, still baffled over the fact that Ghost used to idolize Lucas. Seems like Lucas was quite the big deal upstairs.

The cat sadly nodded. And then he fell, he repeated.

"How?" I asked carefully, afraid I was overstepping any boundaries.

Ghost looked down and I knew he wasn't going to say anything else about Lucas. I nodded my head, respecting his decision. Carefully, I held out my hand and placed it on the angel's shoulder, lightly stroking the soft white fur.

"Hey, Ghost," I asked after a while - to change the subject, "why did you decide to take on the form of a cat? Why not a dog or a rabbit for instance?"

Tilting up his head, Ghost blinked his eyes. Cats have a certain freedom, he replied. Dogs are put on a lease and rabbit's life their entire lives in a cage. Being a cat seemed more fun.

"Makes sense," I replied. I wouldn't like being locked away in a cage as well.

Looking around my room and absently scratching Ghost's ears, my eyes fell on Lucas' feather. In daylight, it shimmered with different shades of blue, but in the darkness of the night it was a pitch black – not even a hint of blue to be found.

Battling my eyes from growing sleep and looking at the feather, I wondered if I would be able to sleep peacefully tonight or if Lucas would pull another stunt by taking my soul.

Go to sleep, Ghost said softly. If he tries something funny, I'll burn his wings off.

A laugh bubbled up from within my throat, trying to imagine Lucas' grumpy expression when he would be unable to fly because of burned wings. Shaking my head and getting rid of the image, I gave Ghost one last pet. "Thanks, Ghost." I said with a smile.

Ghost stood up and soundlessly jumped off my bed, gracefully landing on the floor and padding towards the couch, where he jumped on a cushion and curled into himself.

Getting ready, I was soon laying in my bed, the blankets wrapped around myself like a cocoon. Laying my head down on my cushion, I was soon asleep.

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I'm kinda late with updating so I will keep this short... just tell me what you thought about the chapter and what you think will happen next, aye?

Btw, Lucifer is gonna return next chapter! ;)

Hugs and knives,

- Luci