HEAVEN on HELL ISLAND
A Hate to Love Romance
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I want to thank you, Mr. Stokes, for talking with me today and giving me and my readers some insight on what's in the mind of a member of the White Elites.
Q. I understand that you are going on a vacation in a few days. Where are you going?
A. My friend and I are backpacking through Europe.
Q. With DNA profiling so big in this day and age, is this a "finding your roots" kind of trip?
A. I know my roots. I don't need some asshole fucking around with my head. Those things are another way to sell race mixing. My trip is more for relaxation and soul searching.
Q. Hmmm...alrighty. So, let's get some basic questions out of the way, Chris. What do you think people's first impression of you is when meeting you?
A. I don't give a shit what people think.
Q. Do you think your parents are proud of the person you've become?
A. I can't speak for them so, you'll have to ask them yourself.
Q. What's the worst thing you've ever done?.
A. Now, why would I tell you that?
Q. Do you believe in Happily Ever After? Do you want to get married?
A. I don't believe anyone is truly happy. As for marriage, I don't see the point. People can barely stand themselves. Why pretend to love each other.
Q. What do you like about yourself?
A. I'm resourceful.
Q.If you could wish for anything, anything at all, what would it be?
A. That the white race can prosper without all the drama.
Q. Alright, now for some questions about your beliefs. Why can't we as Americans prosper together?
A. Why is it so wrong to want whats best for my race. When blacks want their own award shows or channels, it's viewed as a great thing but when a white person wants some separation, it's a problem.
Q. Do you feel that you, as a white man, have been held back?
A. I believe that opportunities that I and my race created in this country have been squandered. that the American dream isn't American anymore.
Q. What is your perfect world?
A. A world where I don't have to fight for my rightful place.
Q. You were recently arrested for assault on a black police officer. He dropped the charges. Do you have anything to say about that incident?
Q. You have quite the reputation for being a badass. Are you carrying a weapon, right now?
Q. Would you call yourself a racist?
A. No. But I don't have an issue with the term.
Q. Some believe that if you get to know a person of color, that you may have a change of heart. Have you ever taken the time to get to know a person of color?
A. Interview over.
Okay. So, I want to thank you for sitting down with me again. I hope you find what you are searching for on your trip, Mr. Stokes.
A mysterious boy holds Aniya’s hand when her father becomes gravely ill. At fourteen, the same boy saves her from a deadly ordeal. When he stops coming to her, she tells herself he was never real.
With the whims of childhood behind Aniya, her memory of the boy fades. But when he appears again her tells her an evil ancient sect known as the Dark Bright is coming for Aniya and he is the only one who can protect her.
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Claiming His Angel
I come to you today with a special guest. Meet Gadreel Angelis, Battle Angel and currently one of earth’s residence.
Q: “Mr. Angelis, cute surname by the way, how old are you?”
A: “Please, call me Gadreel. As for my age, let’s just say that I was created shortly after the dawn of time.”
(he glances at the field that is just to the side of the farmhouse porch where they sit. He seems to focus on a little boy of no more than six years of age. The boy and another man, an extremely attractive black man, are doing some kind of hand to hand combat training. The kid seems too young for that kind of training, in her opinion.)
Q: Wow, well…I must say that you look very good for your age. Are you considered a Fallen Angel?
A: “My status is a bit more complicated than the label, “Fallen”.” (he looks down and seems a bit reflective) “But, yes. Technically, I fell.”
Q: “I hear that you weren’t one of the Morning Star’s forsaken. That you didn’t fall for the “cause”.
A: “That’s what you heard? Who told you that?”
(she feels warm, and admittedly, a little frightened.)
Q-response: “Unfortunately, I cannot divulge my source.”
A-response: “You do realize I can just pick it from your mind?”
Q-response: “But,”(she holds up her hand, palm forward with a placating smile) “I know that you won’t.”
(he just smiles. It’s a wickedly delicious smile that makes parts of her pulse in ways that are truly un-Godly. His smile widens. She has to assume he knows his effect on women.)
Q: (she clears her throat and adjusts in the seat) “Why, uh, why did you agree to this interview?”
A: “I would like for you to know that things are in play. That your world is going to change if the Dark Bright gets what they want.”
(his expression and bright blue eyes are so intense that she almost believes him.)
Q: “What or who are the Dark Bright?”
A: “You will find out soon enough.”
Q: “If you aren’t candid with me, why should my readers believe you are what you say you are? Why should I, for that matter?”
A: “Because, Mrs. Velasquez, your son needs me. His nightmares will get worse. He will grow stronger, and if he doesn’t get the proper training, he will die when they come for him.”
(she drops her small recorder and jumps to her feet.)
Q-response: “How do you know about my son and his dreams?”
A-response: “Unlike my son, Godrick, a direct offspring, your son is descendent of a Nephilim who somehow escaped the Great Flood and the mass genocide the Dark Bright instituted. If you don’t accept this, his and your life will end as soon as he is discovered.”
Q-response: (she places her hand over her chest, trying to calm her accelerating heartbeat before she closes her hand into a fist)
Q-response: “You’re crazy. Stay away from me and my son. I should call child protective services on you and that creep over in the field.”
Q-response: (she points to the field then bends and picks up her recorder and purse up off the floor of the porch. She takes a step toward the stairs. But just as she does, the air seems to grow thick around her. Then a sound, something like a sheet being unfurled in the air, causes her to turn around. What she sees…)
Q-response: “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”
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