Rafael
“You must understand, my child, that glory must be freed for a traitor’s folly.” My father’s voice echoes down on me as I lie torn and bloody in heaven’s eternal abyss. My wings weigh me down as I sit there and gaze into the darkness. I can’t even flash out because my father spelled me with the Lux Tenebrarum and cuffed my wings so I couldn’t fly. I have yet to understand my father’s words and why I have been punished. However, I know not to question my father’s edicts lest he becomes angry. Blood coats my skin, pouring from the open wounds on my back and chest. I'd already be dead if I had been one of my father’s humans. However, I have no such respite as I tolerate the pain of wounds that will not be healed until my father chooses to do it. Knowing my father’s moods, I will not l
