Aathisaya
(TW: health problems, hospital, death, mention of SH)
Once, he stood among stars, cloaked in the unyielding light of Heaven.
Micah was born of flame and purpose, shaped by the breath of God and bound to the will of the divine. He was a guardian, a messenger, a sword sheathed in holiness - until he wasn't.
This is the story of a fall not written in scripture.
It is the story of an angel cast from grace without understanding why. No trumpets blared. No final battle was fought. Only silence. Only the severing.
Now he crashes to earth - wingless, forgotten, trembling in the garden of a world that was never meant to hold him. He bleeds in your backyard. He weeps in your shadow. And though he has lost Heaven, perhaps he will find something else in its absence.
This is not a tale of salvation.
This is a tale of aftermath.