Entering from the previous "Don't fight your love" story....


"Anton!o is peace..."


David awakes during the night, still puzzled and curious about Vicky's comment. Why was it Anton!o always appears when he made art and music? Why was I not scared of him. In fact, why be scared at all. The only reason he didn't like antonio was because when he came out, David got arrested. What was "this", this feeling, this recurrence of his presence in his life.

David sits at the edge of his bed, basking in the peaceful ambience of the night and the darkness. He closes his eyes "Vicky, are you there".

"I'm always here", she replied.

"oh shit" David jumped as her presence came from behind him.

Vicky laughs, "Once I became an angel you have so much energy, I haven't slept since I died. Too much to do."

David takes a deep breath in, calming himself. Vicky continues to chuckle. "So whats up?", her presence now in front of him. He could almost see her beautiful hair and billion dollar smile, Texas queen Marilyn Monroe esque smile. "Well" David puts his hands up in defeat, "what don't I know about Anton!o"? Vicky becomes more silent.

"Hun" she says in a caring soft tone, as if you're about to hear you've been diagnosed with cancer, or your loved one died. "Happy to tell you but it's complicated, and I hope you're really mentally prepared for what I'm going to tell you".

How bad could this possibly be coming from an archangel?

"Well, I wasn't prepared for half the things that have happened to me. Might as well dive in" David said nervous and plaintively.

Vicky settles down next to him, her spirit touching the energy of his soul. "In order to do this, we have to have another vision, okay?". These visions were always intense. Not stressing or suffering, but intense. Like cold water dumped on your head in ice cold wind, naked, shivering. The light would open up in order for these visions, petitioned by prayer of it's radiating force. But now or never, can't waste any more time.

"I'm ready" David said calmly and confidently. They began the petition, the prayer for the white light of the power, the holy spirit, the aura, the energy of enlightenment. They enter, eyes closed, white light enveloping their entire being. They appear in a hospital ward, it's David's mother giving birth. She's screaming and upset, cursing out his father. Right then the power blinks several times as his head crowns coming out of his mother. Like a power surge. "This is you" Vicky says happily. No shit vicky, ha.

The lights continue to blink and flicker slightly then stronger. "Whats up with the lights?" David asked. Vicky motions to him, we walk into another room where a man is praying with what appears to be blood soaked on his hands in a bathroom nearby. "the hell is this?" David looks upset.

Vicky shakes her head, "this is a man your mother made enemies with, and he's using blood of a sheep to curse you, to spite your mom".

In disbelief, "is he a priest?!" David exclaimed. "Can he hear me?" David continues.

"No, we're in a recap of events to answer your question, he can't hear us. And if he could I would've beat the shit out of him.". Damn vicky...

"Don't look at me like that" she said defensively, "He's claims to be a man of god, he knows better than to mess with demons". He's calling demons down on a newborn?....

"He was upset because your mom embarrassed him in front of his flock, he had been following her for weeks before you were born. He actually cast demons that ultimately possessed your dad during the incident when your mom was thrown down a flight of stairs", oh, the stairs incident when I was in the womb explained, or so I am to believe. My dad alleged he saw someone in the house, and was wrestling with them, meanwhile my mom said my dad threw her down the stairs, it didn't add up because my dad was downstairs when she was thrown, he couldn't be in two places at once. So I grew up with an attitude at my Dad, until now.

Vicky waves her hand as if magic, or a gigantic moving tablet which was a recap of reality. That night, my dad wrestling with a shadowy figure, and doing quite well, my mom emerges from the edge of the tri-level house, another shadowy figure appears from behind and laughs as it forces her to the edge of the stairs. She turns to face the figure, looks just like my Dad, except something is wrong with his eyes. They're almost a firey red, and it's scowl, demonic. Unfortunately for the demon, my mom ain't afraid of shit, she called for Yahweh in her heart, and swung her arm at the figure, 8 months pregnant. Her angels rushed to her side to help. She struck the figure in it's face, in pain it threw a punch at her. Her angels blocked it but still she was pushed a half inch back, enough to topple down the stairs, her angels tried to brace her fall. She still smack her head a couple steps. The demon at the bottom of the stairs wasn't doing any better, my dads angels now trying to pull him off. He heard my mom scream, he ran to her. My mom completely upset and in shock, screaming, the neighbors called the police. And the rest is in a police report somewhere in some computer.

So that's what happened. All these years lost. I owe my dad so many apologies. Vicky stops the vision. "So Antonio is the embodiment of the terror in my life?" I didn't understand.

"No, we're not done." Vicky said, "I only stopped because I know it's a lot to take in." Damn right it is. "Now is where your story begins with Anton!o", a scene , about a week before my birth. My mom and dad now back in the same house, contrast to that of my dad being taken out of the house in cuffs and with his hands cut up from fighting a demon. None of the cops believed him, but he knew what he saw, and what he wrestled for himself. Now they sit in the living room, both holding eachother. They begin to pray, begging Yahweh for protection upon my fetal self. Across town, people from my parents church begin praying the same thing, and in unison something is formed, the power of their beings and their hearts, an entity is formed, of light, but a nice glossy look. Like wet skin. It roars once it seems to reach completion, a bright light shoots across the sky looking like a shooting star. It's entity rushes into my mothers womb with me. They end their prayer and go to sleep.

Days later we return to the previous scene, a priest wishing evil upon a child...

In his hands now I see hair, so shiny and black, and it dawns on me : he got some of my moms hair. Days before he goes through my moms trash and finds an old comb. With it he performs many blood sacrifices, all cursing me to my very core. Or so he thought.

He finishes his makeshift altar, balanced on a toilet, how classy....

He emerges and comes towards the room where my mom is giving birth to me. His plan was to pretend to wish well to my mom, but get close enough to touch her, casting the demonic spells to her, still chanting underneath his breath to keep the prayer going.
My mom begins screaming louder as I'm emerging from her. He walks ever closer, on a direct path to her. In a stroke of luck before he reached the door, I slipped out, and so did a bright figure, easy for it since the lights were flickering. It shot out like a bullet and went right for the priest, knocking him against the wall of the corridor leading to my moms hospital room. Wrestled him, threw him several times, oddly strong. throws him through a door, leading into a stairwell, the echoes of the clattering of his bones breaking against the steps. The demons rush against this figure, but it thwarts them, throws them, beats them, a master of combat. How fitting. The figure follows after him and savagely beats him, tears up his paper materials with voodoo and other unholy practices he planned to use against me. Closer we see, oh, it's antonio. When he was angry his eyes flared, not red, but almost a pink gold. Mesmerizing really. He leaves him, stands over his bleeding mutilated but alive body. He threatens him "I'll leave you alive, under the condition you never do this again." Men of God, or those who claim to be, should know better than serving both tables. he was reminded of that instantly. He leaves him in the stairwell, and resumes back to the room where I am being held by doctors before being handed to my mother.

"Now you see?" Vicky said as she stopped the vision, and we return to reality, the bedroom where I'm still in bed, and Vicky is there too.

"I hope so. So is Antonio a archangel"?

Vicky shakes her head, "Yes he is, but that's not the whole point. You both were once one, while you were in the womb." I didn't get that. She continued "The night your parents prayed before you were born, and their friends prayed too, it brought a archangel who was willing to be your protector".

"I guess I still don't understand all this". Vicky starts emoting with her hands, like an over zealous and chatty italian. Lol. "Hun, it's like this. When that many people pray at once for the same thing, and it's pure in intention, something amazing happens." She lit up saying it. "An archangel can be selected to be assigned to the task. In this case the task was, well, you. At birth he had to break the bond of the spirit entering this world to protect you, but you always have a bond nonetheless"

I still looked puzzled. "This is why you have visions of light, that's Antonio. When he's near you. His name is actually different but he took on the name. Do you understand?"

"Okay", now David started to emote with his hands. "So Antonio, is an angel assigned to protect me. We were supposed to be one spirit, but it wasn't completed."

"Yes!" Vicky became excited again. "There is a bond but it isn't complete."

"How do we complete it?" I asked. Vicky smiled...