Monday, 27 July 2009

Zerr Dann Volcano ~ Before His Mission on Earth

Yes, my hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS is an odd breed. Rare in the angelic realms, Zerr Dann Volcano is called a Carnal Cherub because he’s able to operate in the material realms of planet-worlds and in the etheric worlds with equal effectiveness.
A touch of research reveals that originally Cherubs, or the Cherubim, were fierce take-no-prisoner warriors, before morphing into the adorable little guys of today.
Besides, who better to rescue my angel heroine, fallen to Earth, than a Carnal Cherub?

Since I love exploring the past, present and future of my heroines and heroes, I couldn’t resist writing the following scene... with a nudge from Volcano... okay, many nudges. Because heck, I’d been wanting to know what mission Volcano had accomplished so impressively that he was assigned the Earth Mission: 2012 Ominous ~ despite being called a ‘pup’ warrior because of his youth and inexperience.

Note: Zerr Dann is Volcano’s angelic name, which means volcano.


Zerr Dann Volcano ~ Before His Mission on Earth

“Want to earn your big angel wings?” Raich Naell thundered a jovial laugh. Spinning himself into a magnificent whirlwind for his own pleasure, he halted on the point of a star beam, his fearsome gaze directed at his only nephew.
“Bigger and blacker than they already are?” Zerr Dann drily grinned, rising from the tall, stainless steel stool. Around him, the few late night customers inside the Route 66 diner were suspended in mid-action.
“Earn those black-as-sin wings of yours, several sizes bigger, and you’ll be considered for an Earth mission of supreme importance.” Floating near the ceiling, Raich Naell spread his silver-gilded wings majestically, framing his handsome physique.
“Mission 2012 Ominous?” Zerr Dann arched his brows. He unfurled his ebony wings in preparation for traveling through the dimensional layers. The opportunity his uncle offered would be instantaneous.
Raich Naell glowered, a mere speck of time on Earth in this year labeled 2009. “Your father speaks too freely.”
“Earth is a favored planet culture of his. A bastion of freedom compared to many.” Zerr Dann never backed down before those more elevated in the Angelic Realm. It wasn’t his nature. In that way he was a fierce chip off the ole block.
Winging higher, he regarded the thunderous, yet sublime features of his uncle. He served Archangel Michael as one of The Carnal High. A watcher over many material worlds, his faithfulness was cherished and relied upon. Although, he rarely got a wing tip dirty by interacting with the sentient humanoids, always summoning Carnal Cherubs like Zerr Dann.
“Freedom,” Raich Naell boomed. The sound circled Earth several times. “Free those of the Light Souls from their prison. Defeat the Triad Demons before the planet, Taijos, enters the next galactic time phase and I will place your name before the Divine Council.”
“Done. As seen by All Eyes.”
Zerr Dann agreed before he considered his destiny. For one reason, he knew dark days descended on Earth like the locust plagues of old.


Incorporeal in form, Zerr Dann dived through the layers of darkness toward the pastoral farming world. The black energy attempted to feed on him, to suck on his divine force and transmute it for use by the Triad Demons.
Savage as a torrent of tsunamis, the layers attacked him as he neared the underground labyrinth that was being used as a prison for the Light Souls, the small part of the population still clinging to their angelic natures.
Zerr Dann flashed to his corporeal body, his feet striking the ground. Momentarily surprised his wings emerged, he strengthened them by blazing his warrior light to the pointed tips. At the same time he absorbed the unique vibrations of Taijos.
Creating his fiery battle sword, he imbued it with his pure intent, the defeat of the Triad Demons and the liberation of the Light Souls. Only his ability to remain focused would assure him a swift and impressive victory. Allowing another thought to intrude and steal his mind for even the wink of a star could mean ages of battle. So his father had trained him.
The roar of screams, millions of them gathered from the enslaved population, cycloned around him. The shrieks of terror were designed to distract him long enough for the Demons to mount an attack. Dismissing the sound, Zerr Dann streaked through the air, winging toward the main gate of the labyrinth.
With back and forth swipes of his sword, he flew through the contingent of demon-possessed guards. Their souls hissed in agony for a moment, then were saved, collected by the death angels ringing the world.
Horrendous rumbles of sound shot up from the ground below him. A chasm formed, ripping apart the land. Only the constant prayers of the Light Souls stopped their deaths and the rending obliteration of their prison.
Aiming his intent through the point of his sword, Zerr Dann dissolved the labyrinth’s heavy metal gate. The crisscross of bars turned white and disappeared, returned to dust.
Huddled together, the first group of people stared in paralyzed shock until understanding dawned on them. As soon as they could, they ran stumbling toward freedom.
Zerr Dann arrowed his flight. Near light speed now, he fired lightning bolts through several rock walls creating a direct path out of the prison for the next group of people, then the next until he arrived at the last group, priests and priestesses who had defied the evil claiming their world. Standing bravely, they faced the three demons.
The sheer physical beauty of the Triad Demons nearly caused his downfall. They’d taken the shapes of goddesses, the very ones that lusted his loins and caused him to feel inebriated with euphoria. Beyond that, they’d soaked themselves in the beauty of every man, woman and child they’d enslaved or devoured.
The remnants of their latest feeding littered the high stone altar. Three severed hands, a leg from the knee down. Pieces of bloody flesh not quite to their taste. One head rested on the bloody stump of its neck. It was the head of a priest.
Flattening his wings, Zerr Dann spun upwards, his sword held straight above his head. A shield of starfire brilliance surrounded him as he whirled toward the tornadic advance of the three demons. They’d returned to their first form and their shadow physiology sucked at his force like the blackholes that tunneled into hellish dimensions.
Acting on intent rather than thought, Zerr Dann spiraled his soul’s light outward. His white flames sliced through the Triad Demon’s vortex-slashing attack. Once a multitude of his slashes weakened their horrific level of power, he halted his spin.
Charging, he plunged his sword through one demon. It faded into the ethers howling a death scream. In the fragment of time it took him to whip around, the black dagger composed of their evil deeds, seared through his shoulder. Its poisonous frequencies spread as Zerr Dann stabbed the tip of his lightning blade into the demon’s throat.
Partially transformed into one of the goddesses, it landed with a thud on the labyrinth floor, then disintegrated. Slowed by the darkness infecting him, Zerr Dann dropped and stood amid the priests and priestesses.
Determination coiled though him as he faced the beautiful goddess, his fiery blade poised. She smiled, the epitome of every woman he’d ever loved, ever desired, ever cared for.
With one long fast-as-the-wind strike, he beheaded her. Falling on all fours, his sword lost to its deed, Zerr Dann retched, a brutal quaking of his flesh. He felt the priests and priestesses gather around him. Rapidly laying their hands on his body and his wings, they chanted prayers for his healing. As one sacred force.
Gratitude overwhelmed Zerr Dann and became a tidal force through his Being. He rose up.


Blurb ~

Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar

What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.

Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

Happy Summer Reading...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Sedona & Volcano invite you to read their love story ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? ~ available from BookStrand ~ ~ ~ NOW IN PRINT [Barnes and Noble & Amazon] ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ ~


Savanna Kougar said...

Hugs from Volcano...

Lindsay Townsend said...

Hero as victor and a deliverer from evil - magnificent writing, Savanna! It's so visual, viceral and powerful. The ultimate high stakes, and your carnal cherub earns his ebony wings with force and compassion. I like the way he is tested - and comes through.

Thanks for the super excerpt and the fascinating account of angels.

Savanna Kougar said...

Oh, Lindsay, you are so welcome!!!

Jane Richardson, writer said...

oh, wow - I'm reeling, just reading this! Absolutely amazing, like reading wildfire. :) I could 'see' every moment of this, Savanna.

Jane x

Linda Banche said...

Like I keep saying, Savanna, you certainly know how to paint pictures with words.

LK Hunsaker said...

Very smooth, flowing excerpt, Savanna! I have to give kudos to those who can create other worlds and make it read as though it's reality.

Volcano sounds like a fiery, vibrant character, indeed!

Sarah Simas said...

Beautiful! What lovely writing! I admire anyone who can create a world unlike any other. The excerpt was awesome. Volcano sounds like my kind of hero!

Francesca Prescott said...

Savanna, I will always be awed by your imagination and swoony words. You make me dizzy, but in a really good way!

I really enjoyed this book, and the cover is so pretty.

Celia Yeary said...

SAVANNA--I had to read this rather slowly. It's so different from my usual reading material, and oh, it was so visual and graphic! You do have a way with words. And your research about the original cherubs--and Volcano gives hugs? Mmmmm.Excellent--Celia

Savanna Kougar said...

Jane, I suppose my Sun, Mars and Mercury in Aries means lots of 'wildfire' in my writing.
Thank you!

Savanna Kougar said...

Linda, that was one of my writing goals from way back when... I adore the way you create the mood of a Regency.

Savanna Kougar said...

Hi LK, I remember when I first began writing OtherWorlds and paranormal, I decided to attempt writing it as though it is reality.

Savanna Kougar said...

Hi Sarah, Sedona, his heroine, thinks so... of course, he had convince her.

Savanna Kougar said...

Francesca, thanks. MUCHO CALIENTE did the same for me... your unique way with words had me 'dizzy' in a feel-good and 'chuckling' way!

Savanna Kougar said...

Celia, it is different from other styles of writing and can take some getting used to.
Thanks for taking the time to read it.

Yep, Volcano does give hugs and also angelic readings... HUGS all around!

Danielle Thorne said...

What a great blurb and very complex hero. Good back stories only enrich the character and give more dimension. I find this genre very interesting; it really seems to be growing.