Angels of War (Angels of War Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

The rich and poor alike, young and old, privilege or poverty does not matter,” Michael said. “You must be strong. Above all things keep your faith and love intact. Do not display the foolishness I found you doing earlier.”
    “I’ll stand firm.”
    “You better. We need to keep this at this level, Joan. This goes no higher. Your faith will be tested.”
    Joan lifted her chin. “I understand.”
    Michael stopped at the office door, hooked his thumbs into his pockets and parted his lips to reveal his white teeth. He glanced down at the floor and the Glock hidden in the corner shadows. He outstretched his right boot.  
    From heel to toe, he stepped on the gun as if to crush a large unsavory spider. The crack and crunch underneath his worn out cowboy boot added a perfect finality to the gun on the floor.
    Michael appraised Joan again. He opened the front door, stepped over the threshold, and closed the door behind him.

6

    The archangel Michael walked out her office like a regular person. Joan assumed Michael vanished once he stepped outside her office. He did not take the elevator down, jump into his Lexus, and drive off to Heaven. Neither did he fly from the window. His message rang clear. Stay normal until otherwise.  
    Joan found her old persona both fresh and frightful. The new power packed into her five-foot tall body captivated her. How old and new combined in her and sent her mind into more awe than when she birthed William. She became woozy and decided to pop a high blood pressure pill until she realized she no longer needed one.  
    Joan sat down on the desktop. She missed her son and husband. She loved them, but she wanted them to be her last family relationships. Her loneliness came again, fresh and strong after her husband and son died in the plane crash and threw her into depression’s cold arms. Now as an angel, she no longer wallowed in emptiness, but by apartness based on the new responsibility thrown at her.  
    The same apartness haunted her at five years old and followed her into adulthood. She sensed a larger reality outside her mundane life. Empirical knowledge told her a more powerful existence waited beyond the earth. A mystery hidden beneath the everyday world, a secret God hid for her to work at and discover.  
    The rain slacked off to intermittent splatters against the office window. Joan turned to face the empty seat Michael sat in. If the man who sat on her couch came from Heaven, Charles and William must be in Heaven also. Her hatred towards God would not save her family from the doom launched from Hell’s dark depths. Joan needed to defeat the enemy  
    “Three weeks,” she said to the warm air.  
    Joan slid off the desk and faced the window. The rain stopped and the dark clouds continued to bunch over the city like frightened sheep. Lightening flashed and lined the clouds in a silver-blue glow as she gazed off into the distant west.  
    She expected insanity once General Temeculus arrived in the City of Angels. Over a million people fleeing in terror, and a few joining the enemy out of fear.  
    Joan’s thick grogginess prior to Michael’s visit stepped away from her. Nevertheless, depression’s gloom skulked around her heart’s periphery like a Hyena ready to close in once the campfire died. She relied on hope and faith to keep the campfire stoked and the Hyena at bay.  
    Fresh excitement made her giddy, yet she measured her fragile faith, and committed to grow her faith strong to accomplish the worthy goal placed upon her.  
    Her mission required her to find the other four angels and raise an army. An apocalyptic battle loomed. To those who might consider her story a fairytale. Woe to them.  
    “Wake up people, angels and demons are coming to the world in flesh,” she said to the empty office. Her words made her shiver. Difficult words filled with fear, and more to boost her courage, than to speak to the unprepared.  
    Joan opened her right palm. Her beautiful sword,