Asmael
"Oh, it's you. Of course. So the traitor comes to grace me with its presence once more." He scowled, though the bitterness was only aimed at himself and his weakness. He grabbed Aruna's shoulder and looked her straight at the eye, getting back up with a little struggle.
"If you try to devour my soul, the light will clash with your darkness. You will not survive. I... do not wish for that to happen." There was a deep sadness in his heart. His words. He had lived too much, killed too much. His position, his role as the great and terrible Archangel, the slayer of lives, the accuser, the executioner...
"Aruna, Lucifer...I'm tired."
The pink sky sent a cool breeze down the three as he spoke. For a moment, there was calm. Silence.
"Had you not left, none of this would be happening. With you by our side, this war would've ended swiftly! Instead, you betrayed us all. Those who tried to follow you fell and became demons, and those who remained became chained to his will. We have no will of our own, or rather... we cannot act on it. If we are told to kill, we must kill. If we are told to die, we must die. I had to endure, waiting, trying to end this foolish cycle for millennia. The day you betrayed the archangels, God's wrath directed itself to everyone. We were to blame, for failing to uphold his word. And yet... I understand."
Calmly, without a shred of madness tainting him, for the first time the Archangel spoke and fulfilled his role. Now it was time for the Morningstar to be judged.
"You had your reasons. Or perhaps it was part of God's plan all along. I had too long to ponder on it. If it were just about Father, we wouldn't even be speaking under these terms. But you have sinned. You may be only a shard, but before all you are Lucifer, the Morningstar. It is your duty to shoulder your sins, no matter how heavy, even if they weren't your fragment's to act upon. That is what it means to be a Seraph. Inhuman power begets inhuman responsibility."
