Beautiful Pain

I was there when light split the void and the first breath of creation whispered across the firmament. I watched as stars were strung like jewels across the velvet dark, and my brothers and sisters, radiant and whole, sang the universe into motion. I was the Flame of God, the Watcher of Wisdom-until wisdom became a curse.

I saw the fall before it came, in flickers of shadow behind Lucifer's smile. I warned them, even as his silver tongue wove rebellion into song. When the Morning Star turned from the Light, I stood at the gates, torn between love and duty.

This is not the tale of good versus evil. This is the truth the heavens buried-the story of how we fell apart. Of angels who bled starlight, of loyalties burned to ash, and of the silence that followed the war.

I am Uriel. And I remember everything Heaven would rather forget.