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.
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