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Prologue

We are all of the same blood. I have committed a crime so heinous that God will never forgive me. I have broken the unspoken, eternal vow of loneliness that I took. We wander the Earth, helping others along their righteous path to find God. Yet we…we are destined to drift aimlessly through time, watching the ones closest to us perish. Some might call us the cursed beings, which did not fit in on Earth or in Hell. Others say that we are the damned, stoned-faced, winged messengers of God. We, however, are not emotionless. We love and we hate just as any human would.

Though we are forbidden…forbidden to be `happy', to be in love. Though others have wed the daughters of man, we are to look upon them as our sisters or brothers. Falling in love is against the rules. Even among angels. Why is it so wrong to want to be close to the person that you love? So many sins committed beneath the shroud of the night sky. I used to frown upon those who succumbed to sin, to their frivolous temptations and desires. I despised all of them. Regardless of how great I was. On my way to becoming the eighth archangel. I was first lieutenant of the powers, under the command of the prince of the Cherubim, Saint Michael. I was a warrior angel, purging the world of the fallen scum. I was outstanding. There was nothing more than I despised than the smell of sin. And humans reeked of sin.

All of us…were created by the Father. One day I was assigned to scout out a rebel group of Fallen angels. I was to find the leader and kill him. But my efforts lead me to a mortal; I was disappointed. Soon I received information from another scout that she was close to the rebel leader. I was informed that I was to stay by her no matter what. When I had first received the orders, I was insulted. I thought I had angered God in some way and this…was my punishment. But she… she was different. She smelled of the flowers that only grew in the most scared garden in Heaven. I fell in love with her. Now I understood why others had given up paradise for this. She was a very powerful priestess, but she was also very ill. I stayed with her longer than I should have, making sure her last days were happy ones.

But it was destined that I meet her, that I defied God with every fiber of my being. If I had not…I would have died without ever living. Sadly, it was her unfortunate fate that hers became intertwined with mine. Alas, the love of my life…my Asuka, is…dead. She was killed by my own kind…my kin. My brothers!

So I slaughtered the bastards who did it to her. Innocent or not I made them suffer to their very last breath. I single handedly wiped out an entire choir of angels.

I ran, escaping to the fiery depths of Hell, hoping to increase the tension between Heaven and Hell. I wanted to make God pay. One of his greatest angels, leading an unholy crusade. Greater than that of Lucifer's. But of course, the evils are spiteful creatures. And did not trust the fact that I would so suddenly switch sides at the peak of war. I had nowhere to run. And eventually I was captured. I was tortured for many days. I was barely conscious when my day of judgment had finally arrived.

A curse… was placed upon my soul, so that no matter how many times my soul reentered the world of the living, I was never to reawaken. My host's life would come to an inauspicious death. My soul was stripped from my body, in one of the most painful ways known to the world. I was stabbed in the back with `The Élan Vital'. Forged in the fires of Gahanna by Lucifer himself. I'm sure my body is still in Heaven, probably put on Mathey, the fifth Heaven, to be used as a warning.

And as I sit here, waiting for this poison to finish my host off, my hand is trembling as I struggle to keep control. This is the longest I've been in control. I remember…I remember when I was dying, how this is nothing in comparison. And yet…I still do not wish to repent. Now believe me when I say, only God is perfect. The closest angels have ever come to his radiance are the seven- no eight archangels. The angel of death, the angel of destruction, the angel of longevity, the angel of knowledge, the angel of mercy, the angel of salvation, the angel of time, and…the Fallen.

Jensel

 

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