Patience was never her forte. Had it been, she would've been soaring in the skies above with wings as white and rich as snow, with eyes so green that even the finest emeralds scowled at her with envy, with light hair fluttering like a drape of gold.
She sighed, recalling each and every glorious detail about those days. An unfathomable number and considerably more laments heaped up on them. Whenever she saw her ugly reflection in a mirror, the Fallen would be reminded of who she used to be and all she lost.
Lady Gabriel spoiling her and she cherished the Seraph for it. To Raynare, the female Seraph was more like a mother than a sister as everyone else viewed her. When she was a child, Gabriel would take her to her most loved spot and tell tales of the old age. Of an era when Yahweh appeared more as opposed to staying cooped up in the Seventh layer. She, nonetheless, was more than content with her life on the Third. Skies studded with stars, the perpetual blue surface beneath, and fluffy clouds languidly, gliding around. She would laugh and fly with her brothers and sisters.
Truly, Heaven was worthy of its name, and one could not fully appreciate her Father's skill as an artist unless they saw the divine realm with their own eyes. Only a fool would forsake it.
That thought started her road to downfall. Curiosity made her delve deep about Lucifer, or Helel as he was known in the old days —the most beautiful angel her Father ever created. What made God's favorite son turn his back on Paradise? Was humankind so repulsive that the once shining Seraph turned into the begetter of all Devils?
With time, she wound up understanding Lucifer's actions. Slowly the Archangel's hatred started to make sense. The angels were light, man was mud. Humankind's contentions drew her wrath as well, and before she knew it, sins poisoned her mind. Endlessly it developed, her voice ended up louder, her questions significantly bolder.
"Lord Michael, I still don't understand. Just . . . Just what makes them so special?"
The Archangel would tell her that Father knew best, that He understood all.
"Why does Father love them more than us?"
Lady Gabriel spoke of their freewill, how they would all choose the greater good over the darkness that lurked in them.
"Why should we care about them?"
Metatron, the Voice of God, reasoned how Father saw them as children. Little ones the angels would guide.
The more she heard about their potential to become better, the more her disdain grew. With each day they became more irksome. An abortion, a completely good monkey wasted with the gift of freedom. Then one day, Raynare spoke her mind. She made her view all too clear.
"Lord Helel was right about them. They are but spiteful beasts, filled only with imperfections. Father was wrong, and so are all of you."
If only she knew how those words would cause Michael to shake his head in sadness, Raphael to frown with disappointment and Uriel, her brother, marked her with the profaned flames —her fall assured with the last action. The Fallen remembered those flames, how they snarled as they removed her divinity and felt God's blessing abandoning her. However, none of that hurt compared to when she saw Gabriel crying for her, when Metatron somehow held her back —the latter also affected by the judgment bestowed.
She remembered how the ground beneath her cracked, how her majestic wings became dark as raven feathers, how her hair became black as a sinner's heart. Her eyes were now a rotting shade of amethyst, washed in the deepest, forgotten abyss and hardly worth a second glance. Raynare didn't remember how long she fell, but for her it was nothing less than an eternity. Deep into the pigsty she fell, the one they called Earth.
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A Demon Misplaced
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