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"The creation of the angels was before the Queen of Angels. The pure incarnation of the seven virtues."

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A true paradise for all who deserve it. The angels deemed it so. The paradise was named Angelorum, a place ruled by angels. Any mortal who worshiped the Oasis gods hoped to come to the Angelorum when they died. The guardian angels of the Angelorum looked over the souls as they looked after each other.

The angels she created would always be confined to the Angelorum, so they could better take care of the souls. It was also a way for Themis to keep them close to her forever, so they would never leave her alone again. She created seven angels, one for each of the seven virtues of life. Humility, Charity, Chastity, Kindness, Temperance, Patience and Diligence. She gave them the freedom to think on their own and make decisions, as sentients also were given.

The light from Hyperion shone over the Angelorum day and night. The ruler of the Angelorum had created the angels to watch over all the souls, so that she was not alone. Themis had wanted to not be alone ever since she could remember, with not just souls keeping her company. The day she married Hyperion and had a son was the happiest day of her eternal life.

Miros Sunstar, the 'peace' of his parent's world. His father is the giver of the sun and his mother is the giver of justice. Miros was raised in the borders of Angelorum and Proelii, and so he was in constant company of his mother, father, and the angels.

The lone boy never saw anyone else, even the souls in the regions. He complained of his loneliness to his mother, who understood his need. She assured him he would never be alone, as long as he never complained again, and to be patient. The lonely boy played in the fields by himself waiting for his mother's words to come true. Longing for a playmate.

After some years, his waiting finally paid off. A younger sister was born to Themis and Hyperion. Aspen Sunstar, the earth shaker. Miros was so happy to have a sibling, he grabbed his baby sister and ran outside with her. His parents chased after their children. He ran for minutes before he tripped on a rock. He fell to the ground, clutching his baby sister. His mother cried out as his father grabbed Miros by the arms and pulled Aspen out of his arms. He looked down at his daughter, and inspected her for injuries. Not a single scratch.

Hyperion looked to his son, and began to yell at him. The little boy began to cry. He grabbed his son by the shoulders after he gave Aspen to his wife. He shook Miros and pushed him. The small boy fell to the ground, staring up at his father with wide eyes. He had stopped crying altogether. Hyperion continued to yell at him.

Miros paid no attention to his father, he was looking at Aspen. The small bundle of flesh and bone in his mother's arms. The silent sister, looking back at him with her big, pale blue eyes. He scrambled to stand back up as his father stopped yelling at him. He decided not to try anything again, he didn't want to hurt his little sister. He drew in a long breath as he walked around his parents back to his home.