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My name is Khayr. This is just one of the many names under which i am known. Down through human history in almost every civilization i had a name, but Khayr is by far the one i cherish the most. It is my first name. It is the name that he gave me, my father, my creator and my banisher. My name means "The-mindless-one." Why he gave me that name, I do not know nor do i believe i will ever know. On the other hand, maybe i do, but I fear to accept it. In a bizarre way, it suits me and i am even proud of it. I must admit that it has a certain resonance. I have never felt ashamed of my name, but I also never told anyone of its significance. Just the Father and I know the truth behind this name so weird according to some. I will not tell you everything about me because the story has over thirty-five thousand years. I will tell you only what is the most important to me. I do have one request though: do not judge me for what I did. Or will you try to praise me? Please do not do that either, i do not think i deserve that. Instead just try to understand me and that is all.

I do not know how or when the world began, or how the universe and God were created. I do not even know how we were created. I only know what I felt when I opened my eyes for the first time. It was warm and soft, the feeling of supreme happiness, of perfection. Only later, I learned what warm and soft meant, but back then that is how i felt. It is a shame that the feeling is lost in time. Everything that you call happiness, this is just a small part of what I felt I was when I created. Heaven, Eden, Elizean Fields that was home for me. We were created with a purpose: to serve the Father and to watch over you.

For me life was perfect. Every day was the same and the satisfaction to serve the Father was all i needed. After the Father created me, i went through what we call “the knowledge cycle”. At that stage I had to learn everything for my role, because from the beginning i was created especially for ARTE. Each angel was created with a goal. The so-called free will - the power to choose and decide for, that was not for us. I do not know if it was difficult or easy to learn, I know that the information received was assimilated by my body thorugh the light. In a way, her role was to assimilate the information and show you how to use.

When I finally entered ARTE, which is when my real training started, until then i was incomplete, i was only a mechanism designed to learn.

That is when i started acting according to the knowledge. Do not imagine hard, physical training or incredible techniques. No way, what we did was simply every day routine in which you applied the knowledge from the previous cycle, but you were not doing this alone otherwise you could have used the information in another way. There were no mistakes, for us the word was not familiar.

My supervisor was Tyneel and for me he was the definition of perfection. I know it sounds absurd, when you say angel you say perfect, but that is how i felt about Tyneel. He knew everything and he had the gift to make you know as well, so under his supervision in a short period of time i reached the Prime degree, which is one of the leading angels in this group.

Being in ARTE all your job was only to observe, because ARTE was a group of angels whose sole occupation was supervising the human beings. We had to report when a human was no longer functional, no longer needed and had to be recycled. The reports were sent directly to AXUS, the group that was dealing with “scrap” removal. I know it sounds shocking, but you must understand that the world was not then fully developed and humanity did not have free will, feelings and the sense of right and wrong. Back then people were simple robots, who worked day and night to create the world. None of the traits that define a human being could be found in them. They were just empty shells.

The head of AXUS was the one that you call Lucifer, although his real name is quite different. When Father created him, he named him "The-priceless-one” or Aeal. He was gorgeous. His entire look made you think he is a creature beyond perfection, and only seeing him you would realize that the father could not choose a better name. Aeal received daily reports from us and i was in charge of delivering them. What no one knew was that Aeal hated recycling, hated, hated AXUS and most of all he hated his role. It was the first feeling of hatred, the first negative sensation even though he did not realize it. Moreover, the feeling grew so much that spilt out and contaminated other angels as well.

Therefore, every day as Prime, I delivered these reports to Aeal and by seeing him every day i ended up realizing that the description made by other angels does not match. He was not the cold and calculated angel like they said about him, but rather extremely calm.

As it was normal, in time, Aeal and I became close and so I learned that people sometimes had flashes of intelligence, as if they had soul and that some of them gave signs of unparalleled abilities to them before. Aeal showed me one day a stone that was scratched with something. It was an undeveloped form of murals, a human form, like a drawing done by a small child, no older then 2-3 years, with a circle instead of head and shaking instead of the body and limbs. It was hilarious, but Aeal it was beautiful, perfect. For him it was proof that people were more than simple animals. There were days when we walked among the people, observing them. Little by little, they began to show signs of the ability to feel, to create, to think.

They proved to be completely different from what we knew. Sometimes they even showed solidarity, and when one of them was sent to recycling, you could almost sense in them a new feeling that we at least did not know how to name it. Only later I found out it was called sadness. It was amazing how many could learn about them, living among them. We have found are not surprised that good functional recycled, but some are just unpolished stones.

Obviously, my mentor, Tyneel did not agree with our friendship. He believed it is best for each group to remain separate, without unnecessary interactions, only the meetings imposed by your role. I avoided showing that I do not agree and despite all the warnings, Aeal and I continued our daily walks.

One day, when we were walking among the humans, Aeal took me by the hand, pulled me towards him and asked me:

-My friend, if one if these days I will do a big mistake, maybe the biggest of my existence, will you sit beside me? Even if it means that, the Father would renounce you or worse, your possible destruction as an angel? I need your help my friend, he said with a sad

smile. I do not think I can achieve what I want without your help.

At the moment I was a little surprised that Aeal might need my help, but I got over it quickly and I answered in a rush:

- Absolutely! There is no need to ask me, I said with hoarse emotion. You honor me with your friendship and I would stand by your side in any situation. I trust you blindly and know that you never make a wrong decision.

- It is good to know that you trust me so much, he said with the same sad smile. Come tonight to AXUS, I want to talk. I will tell you more than usual, my friend, I have many things to explain to you and your show!

The enthusiasm in his voice was catchy, so I asked more in joke if he wants to show mw another one of those stone that the humans made. He replied very seriously not. What he wants to show me is much more important and more beautiful.

I went on that night at AXUS, pushed by curiosity. Many angels were there, but from the twelve angles attending the meeting I only knew Vayr and Krom. That is when I understood his words, I understood what the "great stupidity" will be.



Aeal showed us the sketch of a chest and told us that chest contains souls. The only with access to it was the Father, only he could use the souls could and only he could open the chest. At least that was what we knew. Actually the chest was very easily opened by anyone, just using a cipher and Aeal had the cipher, but not the chest. Then he told us his intentions: to give the humans full souls, not just pieces. His plan was extremely dangerous, if caught you would risk being banished or worse. Recycled. But none of those present left when Aeal offered the chance to stand back. I preferred to be near him, to support - anxious for the sake of mankind and for the sake of Aeal.

The next day, when I entered the ARTE premises, Tyneel was waiting for me. He wanted to talk to me urgently, it was as if he knew of our meeting. But I was sure he could not know. The only ones who knew were those present there, and when he asked me if I got out of my room at night, It felt most natural to say NO.

- Khayr, do not, I beg you do not hide anything, Tyneel said with a tone in which you could guess the disappointment. I know you too well and I know that your hiding something. For your sake, whatever it is, tell me. You know you can trust me.

se, your possible destruction as an angel?

- But I am telling you the truth and I am not hiding anything, I whispered. I din not go anywhere. I sat and I repeated the steps for the new report. I had no idea what lying is but back then I was dreadfully lying. It seemed normal to conceal the meeting because it defended Aeal. And I was sure that nobody would ever know.

- Okay, I leave you with your work now. But I warn you, do not try to protect someone by hiding essential information from me. I told you that each group should stay separate. Do not mix broken glass, because you will cut your hands.

Of course I did not understand about what broken glass had to do with what he asked me. I understood in time, but it was too late then and i could not fix the mistake once we made it. Our group continued with the secret meetings and after each meeting we were one step closer to our goal. Do not you think the we claped our hands and we gave humans their souls or that we snatched the chest just like that . If it were so, maybe it would have save us a lot of trouble later onand the world would have been different from what you see today. Our meetings were not daily, not even weekly. When Aeal had news for us, each of us received a stone inscribed with a sign that in our language means HUMAN. Right now you call it ANKH. Obviously that no location was the same, it changed every time and you could tell where exactly we were meeting by the color used to draw the ANKH. Aeal warned us from the beginning of these rules and we followed them strictly, taking care not to give away in front of colleagues or friends.

Mommy, Alexa screamed scared, looking at the man standing in front of her, tell him to go away, he's frightening me. Mommy, Mommy, why don't you answer, said Alexa pulling on her mother's hand. Seeing that she still does not respond to hel calls, the little girl turned to her mother. For a moment the horror froze her, but a second later she began yelling and trying to flee from the hand of the creature that was replacing her mom. Because that was not her mother. That was just a rotten corpse, with stale meat hanging from the yellow, stale and withered bones grazed by rats. When she succeeded and released herself from rotten hand, she began running blindly, without looking left or right, with the eyes closed in fear that if she would open them, she would see another one of the terrible inhabitants of that house. "What's happening? cried Alexa in her mind. While running with her eyes closed Alexa tripped. For a moment the pain caused by the strike made her look of distress and curiosity made her open her eyes, then horror struck her like a fist in the stomach. She tripped on her mother's corpse, her real mother. Alexa started to yell again and somewhere in the background there was the sound of a telephone ringing.



Still screaming in her mind Alexa opened her eyes and she needed some time to associate the sound from her dream with harsh ringing of the near bed telephone. And since the ringing din not stop, Alexa decided to respond even if she was still under the influence of the dream. She lift the receiver and yelled at the poor receptionist that was calling her in the middle of the night:

-Yeah, what is it now? Fire, flood, what is this?

At the other end of the line, the head receptionist on the nightshift at the Karma hotel with a shaking and his voice filled with fear was explaining Alexa that another one of their customers was complaining that he saw a ghost in the room and was attacked, as proof he had red marks on his neck and hands. Alexa said she'll come down immediately and slammed the phone.



Got up from bed and went to the bathroom, lit the light up and looked into the mirror. A beautiful woman, 25 years old with brown hair originaly, but with the magic touch of the hotel's personnal hair-stylist it became gray with blue-gray flashes (you look like a pidgeon and I expect you to fly off the window anytime now, said her father laughing with tears), but the hair made a perfect combination with her unusual eyes, violet. The small face made her look like a teenager, but her penetrating eyes denied the first impression of a shy and easy to fool person.

Slender body with perfect shapes envied by any woman betrayed their youth through slenderness and grace.

She washed her face and changed into one of her favorite costumes (in fact she liked all, mostly because they were made by world famous designers especially for her, but claimed that she doesn’t, that way she was the expected rich and spoiled daddy’s little girl) and headed towards the reception. There, one of the clients was yelling at the receptionist that was hiding behind the reception, unable to say a word. "Well, he’s just another one that doesn’t have a life at home, thought Alexa already irritated, so he wants an adventure and he come here to stress me with he’s crap. Il see how I’ll blur him out, it’s clear that he’s not one of our “usual”. "

- Sorry to disturb you, said Alexa with a sensual voice, putting a hand on the shoulder of sweaty and grimy client and trying to suppress a feeling of nausea. I am Alexa Maaku, the hotel manager. I understand from my colleague that you have some inconveniences in the room. Can you please, said Alexa with a deliberately confidential tone, tell me what bothers your stay, we hope enjoyable, in our hotel.

Everything in her appearance was meant to tell the client "no matter what it is i can fix it." Everything from the slightly hoarse and sensual voice to gestures, mimic or clothing was designed for this purpose only: to seduce and distract attention.

For a few moments, the customer was too dumbfound by Alexa’s emergence to be able to say any word. But then a torrent of words hit Alexa like a typhoon. It was not the first time that she was facing such "small inconveniences" as she called them.

At least once a week a customer was complaining that he saw ghosts in the room and all sorts of other "paranormal" events. Even if she would have gladly punched the client in his face, Alexa kept a mask through which she said to the customer "you are right, the receptionist is one insensitive ox that will not help you, but I am a fairy god mother or something like that and I understand perfectly. My only purpose in life is to help you". Even if she was actually thinking "gosh how stupid you are, obviously you saw ghosts. Your stupidity is amazing, in your place I would have taken my leave by now. Obviously, not before paying accommodation."

While thinking that way, Alexa ensured the client that it was probably just a bad dream and his injuries were most likely made in the pool or doing sports, and although what Alexei said was as probable as snow in August, the customer accepted it and even apologized for causing so much trouble.

After the client quietly headed towards his room, Alexa’s face changed completely. Her eyes could have frozen in a few seconds a camp fire, and the poor receptionist didn’t know how to run faster. Alexa’s anger was like a straw fire or rather like a summer storm. Equally strong and equally short and although it was known, was as desirable as a possible date for dinner with a lion. With you being the main course. For several minutes the receptionist thought he escaped, but that was exactly what Alexa wanted, to give him a false sense of security.