The Trailokya Trilogy Companion is a continuing online manuscript that illustrates and explains some of the details of the story, helping readers to keep things straight while they travel through the series. Readers can view this live companion book on Wattpad (either using the website or an app for their phone) absolutely free.
The companion is organized in alphabetical sections for convenience. In each section, the entries are organized like a dictionary along with original artwork and excerpts from the Trailokya Friday blog posts. In the coming weeks and months the blog will feature specific entries, to give you a taste of what is available in the companion.
watchers.
A specially trained group of souls or duta who scout, spy, or run special ops missions. They usually work alone and are the best among the guardians at what they do.
Watchers, Order of Illuminati
The watchers were briefly mentioned in connection with the Order of Fenrir. That tidbit does very little to highlight their importance, and the fascinating role they play in the world of Trailokya. Watchers, as you may or may not be familiar, are a group of angels who had dominion over the earth and humanity in the very early days of human history. The lore comes to us via Abrahamic myths (like the Bible). That myth is a large portion of the Trailokya tale.
If you’re not familiar, I’ll just briefly write: those angels with dominion over man taught humanity on subjects that god had forbidden, and then they began to lust after humans, and this created affairs that were even more forbidden. Thus, we have the conflict of hosts and the creation of hell.
In Trailokya, not all watchers were so badly behaved. What was being taught to humanity wasn’t all forbidden. It is important to note that much of mythology is based on half-known truths, conjecture, fantasy, and necessity (for manipulation, for instance). The tale, should it be true, would be far more colorful and complicated than illustrated in old scrolls.
What watchers are is a specialized order of guardians. Think of special forces or seals, and mix that with intelligence agents. They are the elite of their kind, generally of higher rank in the legions, while also being of higher evolution (svargs and so on). The missions they are called on to complete require great strength and skill. Less experience would not serve them well in the field.
Due to the conflict of hosts, watchers are mistrusted among many of their own kind. So many of the fallen came from their ranks, it’s seen as a possible indication of burning down. Still, the king has not disbanded the units, insisting that those who survived the burning and the conflict have proven their metal. The king’s faith in them lends to their mystique (especially with younger duta and ardhodita).
Uniforms of the watchers come from their native order. They remain loosely attached to those orders, carrying out missions with their support and getting instruction from the superior commanders. They each have heavy dark cloaks, which they often wear with the cowl up, to hide their features from the average Zion citizen. Because of their reputation, getting around without disruption can be a challenge. A lot will give space, but to see a watcher is to know that something interesting is happening.
In Samsara, watchers belong to an additional order as they do tours among the mortals. The Order of the Illuminati are maligned on Earth and some of the other planets, as result of a Jahannam campaign to disempower them. These watchers have a long history with the fallen, which is connected to the Conflict of Hosts. Because of this, their destruction is especially sought.
The following is an exclusive sneak peek at an excerpt from Burning Down…
Maiel stopped on the road that led to the entrance of the Order of Horus. She walked along the high sandstone wall. Torches burned every so many feet, barely lighting the dark avenue. Braziers blazed beside the entrance ahead, where the guards observed the coming and going of residents and visitors. A figure appeared outside the gate. It was tall and broad shouldered like a svarg, but wore a concealing cloak. Maiel paused in the shadows between torches. The figure circled back and was joined by Zaajah. She still wore her white gown from sending Dominic to his birth. Maiel’s gaze shifted back to the dark figure. She wondered if it were Ibajah. He was built like a svarg. The pair parted, but with no affection. Whoever it was headed her way.
Pushing out of the shadows, Maiel continued her walk to the entrance of her friend’s order. She wasn’t about to skulk in shadows, especially because of some mysterious svarg. The hooded figure drew closer. She kept her eyes ahead. In this dark, she would be lucky to see a single discernible thing. Besides, it was a watcher, and they would not likely be forthcoming with their identity. Maiel’s stomach flip-flopped. Her pace slowed. They were within steps of each other. Her breath caught with a strange sensation, as if being pulled toward the figure, lured closer. It was as if she knew who it was and that realization compelled her to greeting. The bearing of the watcher, the gait of the walk, all suggested it was an engel. Maiel logged every detail as they passed one another. A wild scent, like the forest of Elysion in spring, maybe fall, spun from the ends of the cloak. Maiel followed him with her eyes. Definitely a watcher, she thought with a frown. She continued to the gate.
Zaajah waited for her, but her eyes followed the mysterious guest’s exit. The other captain expression betrayed her concern. Maiel greeted her, but her eyes yet remained occupied. There was something familiar in the watcher’s sway and boot steps.
“Inquiring about a friend,” Zaajah replied. She stepped away, continuing, “I swear trouble breeds trouble.”
“What do you mean?”
“Watchers. You know how they are,” Zaajah replied.
Maiel nodded. She was very familiar with them, or was. She spent much time with one before her marriage. Maiel’s sattva pulsed with panic. She was reminded of an even more important friend whom she forgot to bring with her.
Maiel stopped on the road that led to the entrance of the Order of Horus. She walked along the high sandstone wall. Torches burned every so many feet, barely lighting the dark avenue. Braziers blazed beside the entrance ahead, where the guards observed the coming and going of residents and visitors. A figure appeared outside the gate. It was tall and broad shouldered like a svarg, but wore a concealing cloak. Maiel paused in the shadows between torches. The figure circled back and was joined by Zaajah. She still wore her white gown from sending Dominic to his birth. Maiel’s gaze shifted back to the dark figure. She wondered if it were Ibajah. He was built like a svarg. The pair parted, but with no affection. Whoever it was headed her way.
“What was that about?” Maiel asked.
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