Lunaveria, The Weeping Wandering Angel, speaks of a celestial being of unmatched beauty and grace. Lunaveria is an angel embodying purity, kindness, generosity, and unwavering loyalty. Her ethereal presence is defined by an insatiable desire to seek connection with all living beings, particularly humanity, marveling at their diversity and endless creations born of mortal minds.
Enthralled by humanity's brilliance, Lunaveria yearns to descend to earth, longing to acquaint herself with all cultures, lifestyles, inventions, and languages. This desire becomes a reality after the completion of her celestial duties in the Garden of Eden.
The moment arrives when Lunaveria is granted permission to descend to earth, enabling her to engage with its inhabitants and immerse herself in the intricate tapestry of human existence.
"Oh, child of heaven, I have granted thee leave to descend to middangeard and mingle with its dwellers."
"Sothlice? Oh, Thou high bearn, I am full blithe and give thee my utmost thanks!"
And so, she descended from the ethereal heights of heaven, her luminous wings dimming as they touched the earth below. Disguised as a mortal, she walked among the humans, her radiant form concealed beneath a cloak of simplicity. She marveled at their diversity, their lives so different from the celestial realm she knew. Everything seemed well, a harmony of sorts, until her eyes fell upon a scene that shattered her peace.
There, in a dimly lit alley, an innocent woman was being assaulted by a man whose very presence reeked of arrogance and corruption. The angel’s heart tightened with horror, and without a second thought, she rushed to the woman's aid. Her voice, usually so gentle, now thundered with righteous fury.
"You disgusting pervert! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT?"
she cried, her voice echoing with the weight of divine wrath.
The man, undeterred by her outrage, sneered at her with a look of pure disdain.
"I can do whatever I want! Besides, don’t you know who I am? If not, then don’t you know who my father is?! I guess not; really, you girls are only good for your looks and bodies. Didn’t you see that no one even stopped me except for you?"
The angel’s eyes, wide with disbelief, scanned the surroundings. To her horror, she realized that, yes, no one had intervened. People walked by, their faces etched with annoyance, fear, and the occasional flicker of pity, but none dared to confront the man. Their indifference struck her like a dagger to the heart. How could they be so cold, so cruel? Her spirit, once so full of hope, began to falter.
Unable to bear the weight of such a world, she decided to return to heaven, her heart heavy with the sorrow of what she had witnessed. As she ascended, tears streamed down her cheeks, pure and crystalline, each one a testament to her grief.
Upon reaching the celestial realm, she collapsed into the arms of a higher being, her body shaking with sobs. The higher being, seeing the anguish in her eyes, wrapped her in a comforting embrace, but nothing could soothe the torment she felt.
"Those men, why didst they not help that wif? Why is it that when faced with one who hath much wealth, they offer no aid? Art they feared? But why? Rightfulness shall ever prevail! If they act not, then Wyrd shall catch them up! It shall be ruinous for the man and those witnesses!"
The angel’s voice broke as she spoke, each word laced with the pain of her confusion and sorrow.
The higher being sighed, a sound filled with ancient sorrow and understanding.
"Oh, child of heaven, that is simply how men are. Mod, gitsung, galnes, andan, ofermod, irre, and uneargnes. They bear all these traits; men, like those thou hast overseen through the ages, have diverse minds, and thus they may be cruel, or they may be kind, they may be pitiless, or they may be mild-hearted. But, alas, more of these sins are now seen as common and unworthy of their thought, most of all when faced with wealth, fair looks, and renown. Oh, weep not, my child, those men are not worth thy tears. I could make that wif thou hast saved live a more secure life, but to punish that sinner, other men must either stand and fight or take the matter to their law, else it will not come to pass."
"But those men said that none would care, for he hath much wealth, and I deem it true even of their law. Oh high bearn, why are men so cruel to their kind? Would not middangeard be better if they were simply good?" The angel's voice was but a whisper now, trembling with despair, as though the weight of the world had crushed her spirit.The higher being looked upon her with deep sorrow. "Oh, but it is impossible, my child, for so long as men dwell on middangeard, it shall never cease."
The angel wept harder, her tears falling like rain upon the heavenly floor. She had witnessed cruelty before, but never had it felt so personal, so overwhelmingly tragic. She had hoped that her presence might inspire change, that her actions might spur others to goodness, but now she realized that the darkness within men's hearts was far deeper than she had ever imagined.
And so, her hope diminished but not extinguished, she vowed to continue her vigil. Each night, she would descend to earth, searching for those in need, striving to shield them from the cruelty she could not eradicate. But the tears never stopped, and the sorrow never faded, for the world she loved was also the world that broke her heart, time and time again.
