I was shapeless, bodiless. The lowest of the angels, a Grigori.
He heard me when I wondered why the higher angels would kill us on a whim. The only voice a Grigori ever had was a cry when it died. But he still heard me. He heard me when I asked, "Why?"
He appeared before me, radiating light. He gave me a body and a name.
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The lowest of the angels, a Grigori.
He heard me when I wondered why the higher angels would kill us on a whim.
The only voice a Grigori ever had was a cry when it died.
But he still heard me.
He heard me when I asked, "Why?"
He appeared before me, radiating light.
He gave me a body and a name.
And a purpose.
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I remember a few times Alexiel told me of when he was sane. It's a pity I didn't get to meet him then.
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He shone like crystal and pearl.
He stood at the pinnacle of Heaven for a reason.
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