Reentering My Feral Era.

Azir also thirsts for that Knowledge, he just has not realized that is what he has been doing for six thousand years. His collection of tomes, stories, novels, eclectics is him all but eating the Fruit of Knowledge. It is safer that way. He is having his Eccles cakes and eating them too. This is safer. He is letting humanity do the work, because they already have done it. He does not need to ask the Questions, to risk damnation, because the universe is at his fingertips. Why ask God when the people already have. His passive, secondhand learning has happened through humans and, as a result, through Crowley. His Knowledge is a loophole, but it’s incomplete. Because he has risked nothing to gain this knowledge, he has not gained the most critical part. And until he does, until he is the Supreme Archangel, he will not be thrust into the position where he has to confront his thirst for becoming more than an Angel. He had been able to exist in the grey, but not the Grey. Following in Gabriel’s footsteps and trying to make a difference is what is going to push him over the edge. His bookshop is gone, well not gone, but no longer his. His thirst is never going to be quenched in Heaven, and that is what he is going to learn. And when he learns that, he is going to finally Know. He is about to eat the Fruit, he is on the cusp. This move was necessary. And everyday, it’s a getting closer. He will realize his existence is parabolic. He has forever approaching Knowledge, and leaving earth, leaving humans, leaving Crowley, is going to be the only way he changes the course of his curve. He’ll finally intersect, and I feel that as a result, he will choose to leave the Heavens for the Humanity of it all, for the Crowley of it all. Everyday, it’s a getting closer.