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extraordinary. Gabriel watched Sophrael as he walked along the outer row of columns. More composed than before, she sensed Gabriel's approach and adjusted her stance to face Gabriel, as did the others.  Gabriel removed his tunic and dropped it unapologetically to the marble floor.  The Praetor nodded his head higher in approval and approached with the others to transfer the orders.
    Each stopped and stood in a tight parameter around Gabriel.  He towered over them.  Each had to look up to Gabriel.  No one approached. The four were waiting for another to join — Metatron. Gabriel looked up to see the dome's center light cast and spread and consumed all shadow from under the dome. Metatron had arrived. Hovering in the center of the dome's cutout, his form was that of a small sun. It was brutally painful to look upon Metatron, and foolish. Gabriel refocused his attention on the four others. The Praetor looked into Gabriel's eyes. Gabriel tightened his jaw slightly and nodded for the Praetor to begin.  From where they stood Metatron's sun-like warmth could be felt. Even from this distance, Gabriel’s flesh began to feel uncomfortable.
    As one, the Principles placed their right hands on Gabriel's upper body: the Praetor on Gabriel's heart, the other two placed their right hand on each of Gabriel's shoulders. Sophrael placed her left hand on Gabriel's right pectoral, all in a single practiced movement. Gabriel felt the four channels of thought engage his mind – three lesser and one major presence.  The Praetor’s thoughts arrived with authority.
    “Gabriel, Herald of God, you will leave from this place to the Field of Dominion.  There you will receive instruction and be transplaced to Earth to deliver God's eighth message.  You shall be the last Archangel to Earth.  You are charged to take with you a soul of another.” The Praetor did not finish the summons with a question of acceptance.  These were orders.
    “The Herald of God obeys,” Gabriel replied.  He could feel each of the Principles recite a prayer, but he could not see their prayer’s content.  Gabriel felt an unusual emotional reaction from one of the Principles. He looked down at the small messenger Angel to see her weeping tears from her colorless orbs and smiling.  Joy poured from her in a gush. Gabriel allowed her love to wash over and through him.  He welcomed her love. Her love was complete, uncompromising, raw, unashamed — female. Gabriel wanted to dance within her emotion. Checking his own emotion, he acknowledged her love and accepted it, too.  He would not deny her openness. Each of the Principles felt Sophrael's expression of love. The four removed their hands from Gabriel, smiled toward Sophrael, and dispersed in different directions. The summons was over.  Gabriel had to report immediately to the field. He looked up to see Metatron wink out without preamble. His light simply imploded and was gone. Out of all the beings in Heaven, Gabriel feared Metatron. One of Metatron's duties was to fell Angels — even Archangels.

Transplacement
     
    “Balls in buttermilk” Gabriel thought as he watched the others go.
    Gabriel left his tunic where it had fallen.  He would not need it now.  Gabriel needed nothing from or of this realm.  He was about to be burned from the surface of Heaven in the white hot furnace of the Dominion.  He pushed the more painful memories of transplacement from his mind and looked towards Himinbjorg, Heaven's Mountain.  "I'll have the time it takes to crest the summit before I go, I have that."
    Gabriel walked in the direction of Himinbjorg with purpose.  The others were waiting there for him.  Gabriel would not accept others waiting on him, especially from the Principles or Dominion.
    Knowing once he arrived on Himinbjorg he would have to refocus his thoughts, Gabriel reviewed his past experiences of his and other Archangel visitations to Beta 4, the universe housing Earth, Gracka, and Partesh. Earth,