WHITE LIGHT/WHITE HEAT

Baldhu in Cornwall, named in the Cornish for ‘black mine’, has an unremarkable parish church. Saint Michael and All Angels is mostly known for being the burial place for Billy Bray, a local revivalist preacher.
Mostly known to the general public, that is. Known to far fewer is how the church got its name. In the middle of a foggy November night in 1842, a terrible battle took place in the air and on the ground. Those few who were near at the time were confused by what they witnessed: lightning within the fog, the sound of terrible crashing and clashing, like rocks being hurled against each other, strange winds that bent the grass over almost flat but did not move the fog an inch, and what sounded like a babble of voices speaking a language that no one recognised or wanted to hear again.
One farmer though, whose name is lost to us, returning home from a distant market, was closer than other witnesses. He talked in a hushed voice of dark, misshapen creatures that came scuttling up from the mine, stinking of damp rock and screeching in guttural tones, and he talked of how shining white beings of tremendous beauty descended from the skies with burning swords, and after fierce battle and much loss put the beasts to flight.
William White, the architect of the church, was much taken with this farmer’s story, and named the church after what he thought was a religious vision.
Sadly, what neither the farmer or William realised was that the shining white beings were terrible and strange and uncaring, and the lumpen brutes from the mine were sacrificing themselves to defend the earth and those who live here. Now the shining white beings have spent over a century licking their wounds and recovering their losses and on a foggy night you can hear their whispers around the church that acts like a lightning rod to attract them.
When they are back to full strength in a few years and take on physical form again, there may be no defenders to hold them back, and they will swoop down low with their burning swords and the night will become like day with their terrible light.
Do not pray for the angels. Watch the skies. Things are not as they seem. But then, as a regular reader...you know this.