Section 1:
Communion of The Fallen
Two dark-winged angels stood on a rocky cliff in a place of eternal twilight, looking over a vast landscape in shades and shapes such as the eye sees when walking just after the sun has gone down and the stars have come out. Here and there spirits roamed, some carrying torches, some walking or floating silently. The stalwart angel with the ruddy complexion and waves of dark blond hair wore a robe of deep lichen-green and had wings of pure black with hints of greens and blues. He seemed downcast. The other was black-haired and alabaster-skinned with angular features. He wore a plain tunic of brown tied at the waist with a rope of black and white interwoven with strands of every imaginable color. His wings were sparrow-brown with tips of white touched at the very ends with black. This angel gently touched his companion’s shoulder.
“Speak your mind, my brother,” he said.
“What have we done?” the golden-haired angel asked. “What have we allowed ourselves to do?”
“We have imparted requested information to one who sought it,” the dark-haired angel said. “It is up to him to decide what he will do with that information.”
“His pain and confusion may well compel him to perform an act which will have consequence not only on himself but on the entire cosmos.”
“A truth of which I have warned him. It is not my place to judge for another what he or she ought do.”
“I am not sure this position of neutrality still serves us, Hanan’el,” the golden-haired angel said. “Particularly with this soul at this time. Though the various facets have done much healing, the entirety of the soul complex is still quite troubled. This facet in particular cannot be trusted to make good decisions. And his negative choice could destroy not only his own redemption, but the entire balance of the Universe, which the neutrality you hold so dear is supposed to keep in check. But I fear it cannot in this case. I propose that we must appeal to the sensibilities of the more clear-headed personification of this shattered soul in order to balance the scales and hopefully avoid plunging the entire cosmos into pandemonium.”
“Your words are sensible, Zophiel. While the greater the risk of the soul, the greater the glory of redemption. We shall present the facts to the enlightened facet of the shattered soul. Though the Dark Reflection has himself become more rational, it must be said.”
“More rational, generally. More sensible but sporadically. He has cloven to bitter resentment for many years. Though he now turns quickly enough from the jabbering of demons and the seduction to power by the cohorts and minions of Satanail, the golden words of our brother Lucifer have easily seduced him into focusing solely upon his own desires even to the detriment of the cosmos. Come, Brother Hanan’el, let us travel to the palace of Mother Freya and speak to her protégé.”
Two dark-winged angels stood on a rocky cliff in a place of eternal twilight, looking over a vast landscape in shades and shapes such as the eye sees when walking just after the sun has gone down and the stars have come out. Here and there spirits roamed, some carrying torches, some walking or floating silently. The stalwart angel with the ruddy complexion and waves of dark blond hair wore a robe of deep lichen-green and had wings of pure black with hints of greens and blues. He seemed downcast. The other was black-haired and alabaster-skinned with angular features. He wore a plain tunic of brown tied at the waist with a rope of black and white interwoven with strands of every imaginable color. His wings were sparrow-brown with tips of white touched at the very ends with black. This angel gently touched his companion’s shoulder.
“Speak your mind, my brother,” he said.
“What have we done?” the golden-haired angel asked. “What have we allowed ourselves to do?”
“We have imparted requested information to one who sought it,” the dark-haired angel said. “It is up to him to decide what he will do with that information.”
“His pain and confusion may well compel him to perform an act which will have consequence not only on himself but on the entire cosmos.”
“A truth of which I have warned him. It is not my place to judge for another what he or she ought do.”
“I am not sure this position of neutrality still serves us, Hanan’el,” the golden-haired angel said. “Particularly with this soul at this time. Though the various facets have done much healing, the entirety of the soul complex is still quite troubled. This facet in particular cannot be trusted to make good decisions. And his negative choice could destroy not only his own redemption, but the entire balance of the Universe, which the neutrality you hold so dear is supposed to keep in check. But I fear it cannot in this case. I propose that we must appeal to the sensibilities of the more clear-headed personification of this shattered soul in order to balance the scales and hopefully avoid plunging the entire cosmos into pandemonium.”
“Your words are sensible, Zophiel. While the greater the risk of the soul, the greater the glory of redemption. We shall present the facts to the enlightened facet of the shattered soul. Though the Dark Reflection has himself become more rational, it must be said.”
“More rational, generally. More sensible but sporadically. He has cloven to bitter resentment for many years. Though he now turns quickly enough from the jabbering of demons and the seduction to power by the cohorts and minions of Satanail, the golden words of our brother Lucifer have easily seduced him into focusing solely upon his own desires even to the detriment of the cosmos. Come, Brother Hanan’el, let us travel to the palace of Mother Freya and speak to her protégé.”
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