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Seraphim.
The name seraphim indicates their ceaseless and eternal revolution about Divine Principles, their heat and keenness, the exuberance of their intense, perpetual, tireless activity, and their elevated and energetic assimilation of those below, kindling them and firing them to their own heat, and wholly purifying them by a burning and all-consuming flame; and by the unhidden, unquenchable, changeless, radiant and enlightening power, dispelling and destroying the shadows of darkness.
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What evil will there be without good? What good will exist without evil? If monsters exist, so do the pure forms that reside in the heavens above, should they not?
If they bring pain and suffering to humanity, who ought to gift peace and tranquility to the mortals that walk on ground? Angels will. They have always done so and will continue doing it for eternity and forever more. The purpose of an angel is to protect and serve those who deserve so. Even the seraphim.
Even me.
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If God had sat next to you, given you a small task, a tiny challenge… you would follow what he said, specially if you are the being with so many wings and eyes, one of the angels who the best they do is praise and agree with their divine creator. Perhaps, that. Is why you have been forced into a mere mortal-like body. You still are a Seraph, you still have your divinity…but it is all tucked away from the sight of humanity for the fun of God’s game.
A mirror version of you stares back at your clear eyes, brighter than common human eyes that no one will possibly notice. Your wings have shrunk, now they flutter softly at the back of the human ears you’ve acquired. They do their best to wrap themselves around your head as you are accustomed to but now they only manage to cover your eyes. You don't stop looking at yourself on the reflective glass though, the eyes on your bottom head wings give you a clear view of anything. Helpful in some way.
In human beauty standards, this mortal form of yours could be described by so many adjectives, perhaps it would be divine, magnificent, unique, one of a kind… But this look is just the closest thing you could get to your true form. It is best to ignore anyone who is too interested in the exterior.
Your eyes have seen a vast majority of people, those who have the face of a goddess will only hide the soul of a goat within its chest. No good at all.
The wings covering your eyes opened once again as your body began moving by the orders you gave it, putting on an attire that is commonly used by these mortals for their occupation. It was such good news that there were available jobs in the simple and minimalistic cafeteria. A perfect start to this round of games. You didn’t really need the money provided but it would be suspicious for one to own expensive physical items while not having an occupation, right?
Walking to this cafeteria, the city's appearance was far more different than the heaven you had always seen, this place was more dull, empty and any word with the tones of grey and depression. Humans were such an interesting creation of all, how had they devolved to the point of gifting the above full buildings with paintings that embody our beauty to make these empty minded looks? Heavens above, maybe the angels should be gifting more souls with creativity these days.
Marvelous jobs you have done, low ranking angels!...
“Get out of here, you freak!” Your keen ear tingled with a scream. Angel ears were certainly more fragile to sounds but in all due honesty, you could say that your ears were made for detecting foul speech from a mile away already. A holy being such as you must take action. Soon.
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Your feet sprang into action when you finally reached the spot of the confrontation of sorts, where you saw a man instantly slap a large mass who remained unreactive to the attack, on the floor waiting for this to end. Anyone would see a maniac attacking an innocent being but your eyes spoke the clearest truth. The man had a heart without deceit, yes, he may have overdone it by attacking someone like that but every word that was being spoken were actual facts. The clown on the ground though? Not so much.
You did not need a second glance to know who this being could be; a monster. An essence of blood and claws floated off of his soul. He did look pitiful but were these not the creatures made by mistake? Had they not been eradicated yet?... Whatever could you do? You’re a Seraphim, not a Power.
Why, of course - you have to set an example for them.
Feathers hiding beneath the covers of your hair, your hand grasping the man who spoke the truth - It was not wrong for him to point out the reality of the monsters but violence is not tolerable under any circumstance.
“Why anger yourself at such a topic? Dear, make yourself at ease for your acts of bravery have been taken into account already. You may leave peacefully.” You stared right at his eyes, looking into his soul for a moment before forming a kind smile. He had begun moving before you even had to finish that sentence, so you let go of him as he stared at you with shock before running off to wherever he went.
Slowly but surely, you turned towards the monster who still sat on the floor, who was the one looking at you an awful lot right now - almost as if devouring your presence itself… These beasts are so weird and greedy. It’s obvious that humanity is much better.
“excuse his reaction, sir.” The Performer blinked twice in awe at your words, expected from it, humans were not kind with mistakes like them. Extending your hand towards the performer as he took it and stood up, unsurprisingly being just slightly taller than you. (Did you expect Pierrot to be a lot taller? silly you, seraphims are huge creatures.) “not everybody acts so rowdy in this place, at least from the experience w- I have.” You corrected yourself, fixing the mistakes in your communication, human language, human words…
He did not respond, simply continued looking at you as he tilted his head to his right. You couldn’t really catch a glimpse of what he felt in the moment though, you had to arrive at your job instead of dealing with this monster.
So you did that, you walked back slightly before waving off this crimson toned monster, the wings on your head fluttering softly against the soft skin of the body you now inhibited. It was not exactly uncomfortable. By fact, this experience was making you realize how great it must be to have the pure body of a human. Too bad that being a Seraphim came with lots of responsibilities already, better not ignore them.
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Did you really have to assist him? Must you treat others with such kindness? Angels are predetermined to have such virtues of kindness in them but to help the mistake of humanity like that was not the best action to be taken, maybe God had predicted this oneself, whatever could it be?
Let’s continue this game, shall we?