I hear the void where others cannot. My humor is a stranger to the worlds anomaly as I live primarily apart. I raise my eyes and my curio to a sky I ve always been, though I m constantly aloft it s become the world below I don t know.
Surrounded by my kin surrounded by such darkness more has never known; a family crowded with magic supplanting our greater mystery than within. I ask as few others do, who truly knows my soul? Known as Mystics, we are bled by others freedoms we maintain. Estranged to witness this encumbering fate we ve always known, born to darkness.
What angels have they known or so inclined these angels formed? For legend becomes their earthy history by blessed and beautiful authors. Man had gleaned their higher wisdom from His faith keeping them in ignorance of the more ignoble
And as darkness claims to shadow light we are named the hallow nemesis.
Kept in comfort in exchange His greatest secret I bring you Nocturne, the subterranean dimension and home to the seven Archangels and the soldiers who make up their armies. I rage of balance over silent reflection my head bursting from its infamy, and though my purpose rings clear in eternity time has lapsed with morality. The time we spend as the aggressors penetrating worlds with freedoms have influenced my discontent. What now, I ask myself, but persistence defining not only my longevity but the basis for my creation? By what right do I to entangle myself with another species wrought for something else?
Sooner now, I fear, I ve come to understand our opponent and why he chose to fall. With these thoughts I know I ve damned myself but I can not go back. As well I know my name so did He name me, Uriel.
