The Liturgy of the Fallen
(Third person) In the Primordial Reach, where time is a frozen river and space is a shattered mirror, dwelt Lucian. Once a Seraph of the First Order, he had been cast down not for pride, but for a curiosity that the Divine Order deemed a heresy: he had asked why the creation must suffer to be beautiful, and whether a god who demands pain is truly a god at all. Stripped of his wings and his...
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