All of the Angels were covered in wounds.
They had been returned to their home in the mountains, surrounded by the surviving members of the city that had become nothing but rubble.
Abil-Ili was curled into a ball, his eyes wide as he shook. He was sitting on the top of a large temple, with Grand Angel next to him.
"Your grief and anger blinded you. You could not tell right from wrong. Good from evil. Light from dark. They were all molded into a single thing, and you followed it." Grand Angel said.
Abil-Ili wiped his eyes.
He looked at Grand Angel, fighting back the sadness.
"My Father died. The king of the people. He helped them live and grow. And yet they disrespected him. Called him horrible things. Destroyed his monuments and rules that he worked so hard on to progress our kind. Without him, we would be..." Abil-Ili stopped.
"That man was not your real Father." Grand Angel said.
Abil-Ili looked offended, his face contorting to anger.
"How dare you disrespect him further. He was my Father. He loved me and cared for me my entire life. Even though I was...different...he loved me like I was normal." Abil-Ili said.
"By leaving you locked in your room for the first few years of your life? Very rarely allowed to see the outside world?" Grand Angel asked.
Abil-Ili opened his mouth to speak, yet nothing came out.
He put his mouth into his knees and stared out off the top of the temple.
"Who...are you?" Abil-Ili asked.
Grand Angel turned to stare at the young boy. Grand Angel's expressionless face shifted, as if trying to smile.
The dark skin filled with stars and galaxies and other moving objects was fading away, leaving dark brown skin that was similar in shade to Abil-Ili.
Abil-Ili looked scared for a few seconds, but it quickly subsided.
"I am...a complicated being. I am both a reincarnation of an old being, and yet I am also something new. I am a Creator, and yet I spend most of my time resting. An artist who does not create art. I have no real purpose or reason, that I know if. I just...exist." Grand Angel said.
Abil-Ili wasn't following along, but he nodded anyways.
"I am a God, in a place where that word has no definition. A Deity for those who do not believe in such a thing, and yet for those that do believe I am not what they imagine or create. I am the real being that has been changed and altered and completely reborn as other beings depending on who it is telling the story. I do not have one name, but hundreds. Thousands of names is what I shall have by the time of my death. Millions of stories will be told, written, and shared for generations. But they will be changed and altered, much like myself. It is quite a strange life I shall live, one that will never be fully understood or recorded." Grand Angel said.
He turned to look at Abil-Ili, who was struggling to stay awake.
"Have I bored you?" Grand Angel asked.
Abil-Ili shot awake and rubbed his eyes.
"I...well..." He stumbled over his words.
"I shall simplify things. I am your Father." Grand Angel said carelessly and without much weight or care.
Abil-Ili's face went wide in pure shock.
"My...my Father...is...a God?" Abil-Ili asked.
Back on the flatter ground of the mountain, surrounding the massive temples and pyramids and monuments built by the Seraphs and their Father, the surviving humans were gathered around. They were off on their own, seperated from the Angels.
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Grand Angel
FantasyA being created by the blood of a dying God, later becoming the one who sets everything in motion. The one who really puts the entire Anomaly Saga into motion.
