Angel's Messiah (25 page)

Message to social media accounts:
We can all get along if we just try.

“Do you know who did this to you?” Gina asked.

“I did it to myself,” the boy replied.

“Yes, you did this,” Gina pointed to his arms, “but who killed your family?”

The boy struggled to sit up. Gina was the first person who had come to see him who was questioning if it was he who killed his family.

“I told them already,” the boy said.

“Tell me,” Gina replied.

“It was like I was possessed. I could see through my eyes and I knew what was going on, but I had no control. I couldn’t stop it. I
loved
my family.”

He began to sob.

Message to social media accounts:
Sing for the love it.

“Did the one that possessed you tell you their name?” Gina asked.

“It called itself Ornias,” the boy said. “You believe me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I believe. My name is Gina — Gina Malakh — and I am here to help you.”

“How can you help me?” he asked.

“I cannot save you from going to prison, if that’s what a jury decides, but I can save
you
.”

The boy shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“Shh,” Gina said, “you will know soon enough.”

Gina pulled up a chair and sat next to the boy. She reached out and took hold of his hand and it tingled. She gasped. The taint on his soul was bigger than she thought and she worked furiously to scrub and cleanse it. The boy’s eyes widened. He could feel
something
happening within, although he didn’t know what it was, until it was complete. His soul was clean, once again.

Message to social media accounts:
Can you read between the lines?

“Gina,
who are you?
” he asked in wonder.

“Just a friend passing through, trying to make a difference where I can.”

Gina let go of his hand and pushed the chair back against the wall. She leaned over the bed and kissed the boy on the forehead. He clutched her arm.

“Don’t leave me,” he said, and Gina’s heart was heavy, for she thought of Little Mother and how she had not wanted Gina to leave.

“I must, Ryan. I have much to do.”

“How do you know my name?” he asked.

Message to social media accounts:
I was born of angels and walk amongst mortals.

Gina gently removed his hand from her arm and headed to the door. As she opened it she looked back.

“Why was I drawn to this place? How did I know I would find you here? I just know. I can’t explain it better than that.”

Gina let the door close behind her and heard the faint clink of a knife and fork. He would eat now. He would want to go on, and he would want to help others, even though most of his work would be done behind bars. He
would
make a difference.

Message to social media accounts:
Do you know who I am?

A new town, a new face to help, but the story was always the same. She needed to work faster and reach more people in the real world — people in cyberspace were already starting to take notice. Gina constantly thought about what she’d like to say in her online messages. They couldn’t be seen as too preachy or she’d lose people. Some had to be silly, or a bit of fun, to keep her followers interested. When she had over forty messages spinning around in her head she collected them all.

Messages to social media accounts, scheduled for release one message a day:

Give the gift of love. It’s free.

Tolerance.

Make a new friend today.

My uncle loves Little Mother and she says it’s wrong, yet isn’t a heart capable of many types of love?

Do not accept false love.

If a child cries, wipe away their tears. If a nation trembles, take away their fears.

Love.

Embrace the world with open arms.

Please don’t hurt yourself.

Hug your neighbour.

Children are precious.

Do not fear what you do not understand, learn from it instead.

Kiss me you fool! Ah, a missed opportunity to live a little.

Do you know who I am?

Is sixty days long enough to change the world?

Forgiveness.

I wish my parents could see me now.

Is it wrong to want happiness for all?

Open your heart to joy.

Angels are real. It’s just most of them don’t have wings.

The three Ds are the all-important trilogy in Little Mother’s life, but she would argue differently.

Do you want to know my trilogy? You shall have to wait! All will be revealed soon enough :)

Peace.

There are billions of people in the world. We are never truly alone.

Do people remember who our Father is?

Let go of your hate. It will kill you.

Do not fear me, for I have no weapons except my tongue.

Little Mother would be cross with me. My weapon is words, not my tongue.

Little Mother would be very cross with me. My words aren’t a weapon at all, my smile is.

Birthday cake is delicious. Everyone should eat it.

Come as you are. All are welcome.

Have you guessed my message yet?

If I were to die would the world mourn my passing?

Our Father doesn’t want me to sing his praises, so I sing mine instead.

Joy.

I will know what to do when the time comes.

Do you know who I am?

Why are all the good sayings already taken? It makes delivering my message of love, joy, peace, hope, harmony and tolerance more difficult.

The depths of a profound heart are unlimited, capable of enough love to light up the world.

I want to light up the world.

Everyone should light up the world.

Harmony.

I believe in me.

I believe in love.

I believe in life eternal.

I believe in you.

I believe.

Believe.

So what if she’d prepared them in advance. She could always chop and change them as she saw fit. She sought her email account and found three hundred new email messages. She sifted through the emails, listening to them playing in her head.

Please bring me back my boy.

Why does my dad hate me?

You must die!

I lost my watch. Can you tell me where it is?

Why is there disease?

You must die!

I knew your mother.

The last one caught her attention. It was from someone called Kiana. Gina sifted through her mother’s memories and found what she was looking for. Kiana was a varakiana living as a mortal — amongst mortals — married and with one child. She was different to others of her kind, shunning mortal flesh as her main form of sustenance. Gina knew who she was married to as well — the son of her mother’s childhood abusers. She decided she wanted to meet Kiana and her family. She wanted to see for herself how something considered evil, or an aberration, could rise above what they were and reinvent themselves — how an immortal could bear a child with a mortal. Was the child also a gift from God, like she was? She was curious to know.

Message to Kiana:
I will come. Wait for me.

Gina knocked on the door of an unassuming house at the outskirts of town. A woman similar in age to herself answered, a girl of about five or six hiding behind her. Gina recognised the woman at once. She was unchanged in appearance, not aging, as is the norm of immortals.

“I’ve been expecting you,” Kiana said. “Come in.”

Gina stepped inside and followed Kiana and the little girl. The house was modestly furnished, yet the family pictures that adorned the walls gave the home a welcoming feel — a happy family lived here.

“Gina, this is Lucy. Say hello to Gina, Lucy.”

Gina extended her hand and the little girl shook it.

“Pleased to meet you, Lucy. My mother knows your mother,” Gina said.

“She must be very old to have a daughter your age,” Lucy said.

Gina laughed.

“Lucy, that is
not
a polite way to speak to someone you’ve just met,” Kiana scolded her. “You apologise immediately.”

“There’s no need for apologies,” Gina said, “I’ve made similar gaffes myself over the past few weeks.”

“Please, sit down,” Kiana said. “Can I get you anything to eat or drink, or like your mother are you on a restricted diet?”

“A hot chocolate would be wonderful, if it’s no trouble. I
adore
hot chocolate.”

“Lucy?” Kiana asked.

“Yes please, Momma, I’d like a hot chocolate too.”

“As well,” her mother corrected her. “You’d like a hot chocolate as well.”

“As well as what?” Lucy asked.

Gina giggled. She’d been thinking the same thing.

“As well as the wooden spoon on your backside if you don’t behave,” Kiana warned her.

“Oh, Momma, you won’t spank me,” Lucy giggled. “She always threatens to,” Lucy confided to Gina, “but she never does.”

Kiana returned with three hot chocolates and a plate of biscuits. Gina took a biscuit and sniffed it before popping it in her mouth. It felt like it was melting.

“Ooh, these are nice,” Gina cooed. “I’ve never had these before.”

“You’ve never had shortbread?” Lucy asked curiously.

“No,” Gina said, shaking her head. “There are lots of things I haven’t tried yet.”

“Gina, how old
are
you?” Kiana asked.

“Do you mean how long since I was born?” Gina asked.

“Yes,” Kiana said.

“I’m almost thirteen months old,” Gina said, stuffing another shortbread in her mouth.

The cup Kiana had been holding slipped from her fingers. The hot chocolate burnt her leg and spilled onto carpet. She cried out on pain. Gina put her cup down on the table, concerned for both Kiana and Lucy.

“Lucy,” Gina said, “can you fetch some more shortbread please?”

“But Momma’s hurt,” Lucy protested.

Gina smiled. “I’ll look after your momma.”

Lucy looked at her mother and when she nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks, she headed to the kitchen with the empty plate. Gina walked over to Kiana and knelt in front of her. She gently touched Kiana’s leg and it tingled as though she had pins and needles. When Kiana looked down again the burn was gone.

“If she asks, tell her you weren’t hurt, that the drink wasn’t that hot,” Gina whispered. “Tell her you were crying because of the mess.”

Kiana, too stunned for words, nodded. Lucy returned with the plate of biscuits and Gina helped herself. Lucy looked at her mother and saw that she didn’t seem to be in pain at all, but thought nothing of it. Grown-ups were funny creatures, prone to mood swings and the like. As long as Momma wasn’t crying anymore it didn’t really matter.

“You’re not like your mother,” Kiana whispered. “I mean, you look very much like her, but you’re different.”

“We’re all different,” Gina said, “and I think I have the best qualities of both my parents.”

“Who’s your father?” Kiana asked.

“An angel,” Gina replied.

“But she killed angels,” Kiana said, shocked.

Gina sighed. “It’s a complicated story. Little Mother was only doing
our
Father’s work. Once it was complete her life returned to how it had been.”

“Is that why she stopped collecting my messages, and hasn’t been back to the La’miere?”

“Yes, though I remember her reading the message that said you had a daughter, and she was glad.”

“How could you remember that?” Kiana asked.

Gina tapped the side of her head. “I have all of Little Mother’s memories inside here.”

“Why are you here?” Kiana asked.

“To visit you.”

“No, I mean why are you among mortals?”

“Because
our
Father commanded it.”

“You’ve mentioned
our father
twice now. Is he the angel that fathered you?”

“No, He is God.”

Kiana was taken aback by this simple statement, though now felt she knew
why
Gina was here. Gina had to be the second coming. There was no other explanation for why she was here.

“Thank you for contacting me, Kiana. Little Mother’s mortal life was so filled with sadness. It’s nice to know that not everything turned out bad.”

“Do you have to go?” Lucy whined. She liked having visitors and so few people visited. “You only just got here.”