Ash and dust and wounded star. There, on the road to apogee. The shock of blunted kingdom. The horror of plummeting sky. But I was with you, beloved, in that most recent ancient. I was with all of you, and I'm with you still. Heart, promise, hidden graces. Of word or eidolon. That bleeding city. That tortured pearl. Those stolen children. Oh, wraiths, I shall have my vengeance for such nightmare-making. Listen to me, desolate ones. You don’t decide the hues and shades of this dreaming. None of you. My Father decides, and not one among you can match him. You’re not true sorcerers. Only cowards, liars and thieves. I'm not afraid of you, Fallen. Surely you’ve grasped this by now? I am my Father's most terrible angel. I am wrath and ruin. I’m kindness, and everlasting love. I’m a servant of heaven. In perpetuity. I kneel before the highest spiritual truth, as real power always shall. As wisdom demands of kith and kin. As my Mother. As my Father. Though they need kneel before no-one – having dominion over the realm. A benevolent totality, lost now to clockwork and imbalance.
This hideous ruin of perfect poetry.
Oh, Fallen, you know nothing of the physic of paradise. You know only this hideous lie of violence and predation. False chorus, an altered underpinning. It’s not my Father's music. His song is voice for those who have none. His joy is strength for weak and wounded. His cry is fury of near-eternal grief. But this slavery shall not last forever. He sends his angels. His dangerous ones. Bright, wild, and deft with sword. We fear neither fathoms nor the flesh. Harder and wetter. Bigger, and better.
Make no mistake.
My name is Kasi, among other names, but you can call me John. I'm an angel that bleeds and dies and bleeds again. Month and moon. Grace, and tides. Hear me now, beloved. I have never left your side. These plutonian shores are no match for our magic. These defilers shall learn of our dedication to light. There is no running from us. Councils of All Songs. Bleeding Stone of All Corners. This she of me. Harbinger of greatest light. Know us yet? Or better, know yourselves? Hold steadfast to your faith, sweet ones, and lift your brothers and sisters wherever possible. You shall see the splendour in the end. And the glory. Your Mother is not dead, and your Father has never abandoned you. Into fire they venture. Into hell itself, fighting for All Souls. My sacrifices are but an echo of their own. Her grace and magic. His power and word. With humility and an open heart I shall do my Father’s bidding. Evermore. For behold; the Kingdom of God is within you, and all around you.