Brethren Beginnings ~ Gabriel Seeker

Brethren
Beginnings

~GABRIEL SEEKER~

Deena Remiel

Brethren Beginnings ~ GABRIEL
SEEKER

By Deena Remiel

Smashwords Edition

Copyright ©2011 by Deena
Remiel

Brethren Beginnings ~ GABRIEL SEEKER is
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Chapter One

Time is eternal, no beginning and no
end. And yet as humans we are on a constant mission to find when IT
all began, how we came to be, and why we are here. We must have a
purpose to this life, so many of us suggest. Some of us have found
grand, solid purposes to our lives, while others continue to
ponder, wallowing in the muck and mire of a horrid life thrust upon
them without their consent. And so, while many of us live out our
days finding love, building families and careers, others not as
fortunate become predators, sniffing out any excuse to snuff out
another’s purposeful life.

When humans began to segregate
themselves this way, into people of goodness and people of evil,
the Brethren first appeared on Earth. Their arrival was not one of
brilliance, nor was it apocalyptic. There were no meteor showers
that day. There was no eclipse of the sun. No major earthquakes or
other natural disasters were pointed to, heralding their
coming.

They simply manifested.

There was a new awareness of being,
of having hands to touch, a mouth to speak, eyes to
see, and ears to hear, all new, independent and tangible features;
yet each was dependent on another to absorb information and
paint a complete picture of the world around them.

 
For all Brethren,
there was, too, an immediate understanding of their
purpose, and an acknowledgement that here was now their home,
to protect, to heal, and to fight for.

They had known of each other, the
Brethren did. Before manifesting, before becoming individuals here
on earth, they had an awareness of each other, working in concert
as a collective against Evil. But Evil was still gaining
ground and threatening to put a stranglehold on the entire human
race. Each one of the Brethren had agreed to this angelic mission
and its terms for reasons all their own. And in time, each of their
stories shall unfold.

There were nine angels in all, three
Protectors, three Warriors, and three Saviors. Each triad had their
own powers and orders, and none could cross over without severe
penalty, and possible banishment. Protectors were adept at spinning
spells, weaving magic, and creating talismans for the safety and
protection of the human race. On the rare occasion, they could
wield a sword offensively, however their swords were mostly use for
defense. Warriors had brawn and analytical minds for warfare, and
used blessed swords as their weapon of choice. And
Saviors were meant to heal those with severe injuries and
those who held the hand of death far too prematurely. There was
just one caveat. They had to be called upon through a desperate
plea or a prayer to engage in their angelic duties.

Their mission would span eternity, and
it was likely they would see many a war against their foe. Satan
had been able to plant his seed deep within the hearts of humans
eons ago, and even had time to hijack a wayward Brethren along the
way. Evil. It’s a tricky bugger to eradicate, but would be dealt
with nonetheless, one demon or possessed human at a
time.

The first task was to assimilate into
society. Some Brethren turned their abilities into careers, while
others carefully cloaked their identities in creative ways.
Their lives were singular and without attachments beyond their
work. A solitary life was preferred given the dangerous nature of
their mission. Spread out across the world, they could be called
together at a moment’s notice by their boss, E.L., whose
beginnings to this day are shrouded in mystery.

Gabriel, a Protector, was the
first to settle in.

Chapter Two

As the sun set behind the
mountains of the city of Phoenix, Gabriel Seeker’s corporeal
life began, again. He stood at the base of
Camelback Mountain, with a hot wind whipping through his
charcoal mane, contemplating the last tours of duty he had
spent on earth.

All of the Brethren had their own
unique reasons for signing up, and Gabriel had been no exception.
But his reason was quite simple, really. He yearned to be less than
he was. A master at knowing all things, he had become bored, and
desired the challenge of not knowing and having to seek out the
answers. Manifesting on earth, E.L. guaranteed he would have that
chance. Gabriel was the first, then, to manifest and scout things
out for the rest. To question and seek answers, to ponder and
plunder through his new life using the limited mind of a
human, was exhilarating! Omniscience gone, he felt challenged for
the first time in his history.

But as with all things, the grass isn’t
always greener on the other side of the fence. Gabriel and the
other Brethren had been sent to ancient Gaul, and quickly, he felt
too limited by the constraints of that time period. A
challenge is one thing, but having to deal with ignorance,
superstition, and war on a daily basis was not what he had in mind.
No one and nothing helped him gather truth, only supposition, and
he quickly soured to the notion of being on earth. But he knew
what he had gotten himself into when he signed the contract, and
resigned himself to his eternal fate.

Having done exceedingly well for
hundreds of years at keeping Evil shackled and bound, all of the
Brethren were offered the opportunity to go home and return to
their full angelic forms. Surprised and elated at E.L.’s change to
the contract, he took it and ran, while others chose to remain on
earth. It wasn’t until a thousand years or so after Christ’s death
that he was called back to earth yet again, for the most
major of wars between Good and Evil.  He arrived hopeful that
he would see significant changes after so much time
had passed. But it wasn’t meant to be.  And once again,
having fought back Evil, and with Good remaining sovereign, Gabriel
returned home to his full angelic form. Scarred by evil’s
depraved hand and disgruntled at having found limitations still
existing on earth too vast to overcome, he reveled in his
non-corporeal freedom.

 
He often wondered why
the others preferred to stay when it was so much more agreeable to
live beyond with their supreme powers. To each his own, he figured,
and knew in time he would be called back to earth for yet
another major task.  And he was right. He only hoped that this
time, he would be satisfied with the advances made in the modern
era. Manifesting in an Armani suit of the sweetest silver-gray
silk, to match the color of his eyes, and briefcase in hand, he
walked into Sanctuary Camelback Mountain Resort.

***

“
My name is Gabriel Seeker,
and I’d like the finest suite available. Money is no object, and
privacy is of the utmost importance. I’ll be staying for a
while.” All too ready to oblige, Caleb, a sprite young man in
his mid-twenties, quickly accommodated him. This enigmatic man’s
god-like stature and demeanor told Caleb in not so many words that
if he did his job well, there would be a very nice tip at the end.
Spurred on by this notion, Caleb decided to step away from the
registration desk to see Gabriel personally to his
suite.

“
I’m sure you’ll find
everything to your taste and requirements, Mr. Seeker. If not, rest
assured that I will personally see to it that all is rectified. For
a guest such as yourself, I have included complimentary breakfast
and dinner for the length of your stay. If there is anything more I
can do for you, sir, all you need to do is ask.” Caleb gushed,
knowing his boss would be thrilled with the big score.

“
Caleb, if you can handle my
unusual needs in a timely fashion, I will consider acquiring your
talents for my company. I am in need of an assistant, and I can
guarantee you, my company pays much better than this one. Let’s
call the next few days a test of sorts, shall we? Should you pass,
I will offer you the position as my assistant. If you fail, well,
you’ll just be Caleb, behind the counter. Sound good?”

“
Sounds intriguing, sir. I
like challenges and I like money, so fire away. Make your list and
see if I don’t accomplish it all for you when you want it
done.”

“
For starters, while I’m
here, I will need the top of the line in computer hardware,
including servers, installed by tomorrow afternoon. Here is a list
of the software that must be loaded. Then, find me a house to buy,
with these features and requirements.” Gabriel handed Caleb two
files with all the information needed to execute the tasks. “I’d
like to be in a house by the end of the month.”

By the end of the month?
This man is nuts! That’s only two weeks away!
“No problem, sir. If there isn’t anything else, sir, I’ll be
on my way.” Caleb turned to go, but was stalled by a powerful hand
on his shoulder.

“
Caleb, my name is Gabriel,
so call me that. And here, take this. It’s the first and last tip
you’ll get from me.  Succeed, my friend, in all the tasks I
present you with, and you’ll never need to whore yourself for a tip
again.” The enigmatic man smiled as he extended a hand with a
hundred-dollar bill in it and tucked it neatly into Caleb’s shirt
pocket.

He looked away from Gabriel’s
punishing stare, ashamed and feeling as though he’d been
sucker-punched. But when he heard the word “whore,” he
couldn’t deny that Gabriel had spoken his dirty little
truth.

“
How… how did you know?”
Caleb asked in a hushed whisper.

“
Never you mind,” Gabriel
asserted. “Just understand it’s over. No more, Caleb. You’re better
than that. Now go and show me so!”

He nodded, speechless, and left
the suite full of hope and determination. He was finally going to
have a shot at a better life!

***

Gabriel walked around the palatial
suite, shaking his head and laughing. “I don’t even have my
equipment set up and already you got me on the job! E.L., you’re
something else! And by the way, I think I just may want to stay
this time. I love these gadgets and tools to acquire information.
This is what I’ve been waiting for all these thousands of
years!”

Two weeks. In two weeks, he’d be in a
house, and he would be open for business. He already had a name,
Seeker Investigations and Security. Being a Brethren Protector, he
figured this line of work would guarantee his chances of protecting
the most people in need. There were people all over the world being
victimized. But he manifested here, so here would be where he
started. And Caleb, closet male prostitute, would apparently be his
first project.

***

Caleb sat at his post, tapping his pen
against the counter and thinking furiously. Where the hell was he
going to find a complete state-of-the-art computer system that
could be fully installed by tomorrow? Richer still was how he
planned on pulling off the purchase of a home in two weeks’ time.
Saying yes to whatever Gabriel Seeker wanted was reflexive. He was
in the service industry, after all. Truth be told, Manny had
trained him to be this agreeable.

Manny, the slave-driving pimp who stole
his childhood ten years ago, trained all of his whores to be
agreeable to anyone and anything. Caleb became his crowning
achievement. Having picked him up off the streets, Manny dangled
the promise of riches in front of him. He trained him in the art of
man-whoring, and sold him to the rich, depraved people trolling the
streets after dark in their Mercedes and Jaguars, looking for boys
to fulfill their evil, twisted fantasies.

Although he hated every second of it,
he knew there was nothing else for him. His parents were alcoholic
losers who spent all their money on liquor instead of on silly
things like school clothes, haircuts, and food. At fifteen,
having been sufficiently brainwashed to believe he was
worthless, he couldn’t stand being near them anymore and
left. He’d been on the streets for a few months when Manny scooped
him up. His simmering anger and resentment over what his life had
become served him well with the scum-sucking men and women he came
in contact with, because they liked it rough. And rough is what he
gave them. He was so good, in fact, he had repeat
customers.