Chapter Nine

In the end, my Father agreed to let me be His sword, but there were conditions. There are always conditions. Mother looked at my Father lovingly and then turned to look at me, she smiled at me. I smiled back and averted my eyes from Her and focused on Father. A goddess shows no weakness. I kneeled in front of Father. I wasn’t dressed in my formal robes. No, I came to Father dressed as a warrior. With the armor, He had bestowed on me. The metal itself was uniquely made for me, no metal on earth or in the galaxies can penetrate it. No magic, no god or immortal could penetrate it. Father created it for me after Lucifer stabbed me. The breast-plate which Mother had infused magick that formed beautiful intricate designs and blessing in our native Enochian. The blessings continued onto my greaves my skirt and my boots. My armor gave off a slight golden glow. It was like a part of me living waiting for battle. My sword which my parents had given me eons ago was at my side I wore my hair loo