I used to be a legend.
Now? I walk this lowly mortal earth, dispelled from the Heavens by the Almighty Himself. A friend, a Father, now he is nothing. I used to be close to Him; a Seraphim, one of the most glorious beings in the universe.
I can hardly bear to think of what they say of me now.
Cursed to live on a planet that I had always felt a burning of sorrow for. Eternity.
A being that even the inhabitants of **** feared.
My wings were shredded as I fell, the air cutting and slicing like the claws of a Demon. Instead of magnificent and beautiful, they are only a reminder of what I am and a thought of what I used to be. To my brothers and sisters, who only watch with pity in their souls. To the mortals that live on this cursed land, a disgusting creature they fear in the night. To the beings of ****, who jeer and mock my now shameful existance.
I am ashamed and humiliated.
And all because of my ‘defiance’. They believe I cast my lot in with my uncle, Lucifer, all because of that simple question. The lilt at the end of my sentence. The innocence in which I asked.
One must never ask.
God is a jealous and prideful god indeed.