The Beginning
(So I haven’t gotten very far yet but I feel like sharing what I’ve got)
It began, more or less, when a very young angel called Jewels refused to be edited. Not again.
“Do I have to?” Jewels said, as he looked at the Almighty’s metaphorical potter’s wheel, not wanting to step onto it again.
The Almighty, as was Xir wont, made Xir reply known in a manner which was clear and definite, but which was, being ineffable, not easily put into words. However, in this case, the most basic and accurate translation was probably Yes.
The Middle
Being terrifying was lonely. Having one’s own allies be terrified of one, especially so.
Elim was very good at terror. Very good at getting things done, at scaring people straight. It was what heaven seemed to want from him, the whole “put the fear of God in people” schtick.
He would have tried harder not to fall so completely into the role, if he didn’t find his fellow angels so stultifyingly boring.
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