#arstiel

Archie, Archer- or as he is most formally known, Arstiel- was an angel.

He was tasked with decorating the sky. He took to making stories about his work, something which made the time pass in a more pleasant way. He was responsible for what are known as the constellations.

None of his siblings found such joy in their work, perfering to do a quick job of their tasks so they could spend their time in ways they enjoyed more.

This different-ness isolated Arstiel for nearly his entire life. He was too curios, didn't know when to hold his tongue- when his stories were not wanted, or when no one was listening.

Later on, his naivety would turn into a hard anger, but now, he trudged on head first.

His tendencies drove away his siblings, and his mother did not spend her time with them.

Eventually, he grew too annoying for anyone to put up with. Their solution? Send her to Hell. She was there for centuries. It was a lonely existence. Her time spent, despite her location, wasn't hellish. She wasn't tortured or beaten. Again, she was isolated. There was no one keeping guard of her, no space allocated to her specifically. She had free roaming privileges to the entirety of Hell.

She stayed for centuries, not fully sure why she was there, but listening anyways. Her obedience was a habit she would struggle to break.

She grew restless, and she missed the stars she had tirelessly labored over. They had sent her to the only place the stars can't be seen. A hole wore through her patience, and her kindness had diminished. The idea of leaving was something she had entertained for a while, but she was always too frightened to go through with it. After being ignored and thrown away, she was still desperate to do as others told her, trying her hardest for their approval. That attitude grew old, as it became clear that no one was coming. She wasn't going to receive absolution.

Later she would realize that she never would, because she committed no wrong doings.

Leaving Hell was easy, there was nothing standing in her way. Facing Earth was terrifying. It was an entirely new place, something she had only heard of, and seen from afar.

She was drawn to a church, she felt a familiar kind of love and genuine holiness. It was a kind of love that was pure, it radiated kindness on the celestial level. Something she had not had access to in a very long time. She was scared, and in her time of need, she went to church.

There he would meet Thierry, a priest. It was his church, he was the only one who presided over it. It was secluded to the point that only a few people participated in his parish, making the building itself seem spacious.