#afiriel

“Were death angels on the whole young?” Strong No “Was Adriel young for a death angel?” Yes “Was Adriel created before the creation of the Earth?” No “Was Adriel created before the creation of humanity?” Strong Yes “Was Adriel created after the creation of life on Earth?” Yes “Were the Seven Archangels created at the beginning of eternity?” Strong Yes “Was Lucifer created close to the same time as the Seven?” Yes

“Were Adriel’s feelings towards Michael largely positive?” Unsure “Were Adriel’s feelings towards Michael before the War positive?” Weak Yes “Were Adriel’s feelings towards Afiriel largely positive?” Strong Yes “Were Michael’s feelings towards Adriel largely positive?” Very Strong Yes “Were Afiriel’s feelings towards Adriel largely positive?” Strong Yes “Were Lucifer’s feelings towards Adriel largely positive?” Extremely Unsure

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Well, that depends on the kind of answer you’re looking for, my dear anon.

I don’t remember much of what he looked like. My Lucifer had dull red hair and grey wings, and he was much bigger than me. That’s all I can remember.

I remember his lyre–his strumming sending vibrations through my chest–and how he would sit at the base of a pillar playing to himself, while unbeknownst to him I stood watching.

I remember when he stopped playing, when he put away his music to focus on his message and his followers.

I remember being captivated by his voice just as I was by his lyre, standing in silence as he called for us to question why g-d wanted us to serve humanity, why he commanded us to love them and encourage free will in them that we were not allowed. He called for us to question why we were not allowed free will when in our own rights, we are divine and eternal.

I remember him hearing of my envy of humans, seeking me out to assure me it was rightful, and offering me a place with him. His passion was infectious; how could I refuse?

I remember falling desperately, hopelessly in love with him. Beyond the infatuation I’d held onto for so long, I loved him, and I wanted to aid him in any way I could.

I remember the loving, patient, pleading air he used in speeches, and the cold determination under his passionate fire. He would win our free will. Anyone who heard him could feel the certainty of it in our souls. He cared about us. He wanted what was best for us. It was so easy to believe him, to follow him.

I remember finally seeing the manipulation he was capable of when we couldn’t sway anyone else to our side. All his fervor in rallying us under the belief that g-d never loved us, that Michael never loved us, and if we were to stand down any longer, we would all have our wings stripped from us, if we weren’t thrown out of Heaven on sight.

I remember echoing his call to attack first, before Michael and his army found us. Readying our weapons and looking to him to distract us from the guilt of hurting our own siblings.

I remember him weeping for those we lost, and for those we hurt, and pulling me aside after I faltered with Afiriel to tell me that Michael would seek to take my wings in retribution for what I’d done to his daughter.

I remember him hesitating only a moment when I stayed behind to make sure everyone else could get away.

Lucifer wasn’t bad, and he wasn’t good. He wanted us to at least be equal to humanity if we couldn’t be above them as we deserved to. He sought to win free will for all of us, by any means necessary, and yes, he manipulated many of us into fighting when we didn’t want to by telling us it was our only choice. Yet many of us still loved him and fought beside him not because of manipulation but because we believed he was right.

I need to talk to Michael and Afiriel.

If anyone can either tell me how to communicate with them or help me do so, please reblog or reply to this post.

I’ll tell you what I know.

She is fury.

It’s just stressing me out because I still know next to nothing about Afiriel.