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“Is he the last one?” A chamber filled with angels, huddled close together as they tore open a sac which rested in the middle of a fountain. “I believe so...” One of the angels spoke, carefully holding the sac still as the knife plunged into it, the gooey ‘flesh’ breaking open with a thin slit. “What should his name be?” The question hung in the air for only a moment before an answer came, an authoritative voice swiftly cut through the near silence without hesitation, as though expecting the question. “ Lucifer .” They turned to look towards the voice, then nodded, before returning to what they were doing. Nobody would question God's choice, and nobody really wanted to. They extracted the child from the sac, its wings unfurling as they did. “That means Light Bringer.” The words were almost muted by the loud wails from the baby. “So he shall be the bringer of light… What a fitting name for such a beautiful child.” The angels worked to try and soothe the infant, hoping that its wails would be quieted soon enough. That peace would fall upon it.
He was the last primary angel, the last angel to be divinely created by God’s hand. Every other angel that shall be born after him will be born of an Irea and a Krisea. This entails that any new angels would be conceived through sexual intercourse instead of divine creation. Lucifer was a small angel when he was born. So tiny and petite, he looked like he could be crushed in their hold if they weren’t careful… His tiny, white wings, blooming with what would become feathers, were twitching and shifting as every angel baby’s wings should. A sign of life and vitality in the infant. But something was strange about this baby…
“His wings… they’re rather big for a baby aren’t they?” The angel holding the child stated. He held the infant to his breasts, a smile on his features. He wore his golden blond hair up in a braided crown on his head, robes of some sort were upon his body but it was obvious that beneath his clothing there was armor just barely obscured from the eyes of others. A single pair of wings bloomed from his back, beautiful, but definitely smaller than most of the other angels present. The sword upon his hip gave his identity away without issue, no other angel was able to wield such a holy blade. This was undoubtedly the archangel Michael, God’s fiercest warrior and leader of the angel army.
“He has so many of them! Six pairs in total!” Another angel shouted, seemingly in shock. Golden robes covered his frame, almost making him look as though he was wearing a dress, so flowing and long and hemmed with silver patterns. He wore his blond hair in two braids which each fell down upon his shoulders, side swept bangs were loosely tied into the braids just threatening to spill out seemingly at any moment. The twin pairs of wings on his back gave away that he was a Virtue, it became clear as to who he was after that fact is taken into account. This was the virtue Raphael.
“That’s more than even the Cherubim… They only have five pairs!” Another angel pointed out, unlike his other counterparts he seemed anything but happy to be present. His golden robes exposed his chest and were relatively short as opposed to the lengthy clothes of the other angels present. His blond hair was done up in a bun as opposed to braids, a scroll rested upon his back between his two small wings, large and most likely heavy. Out of all of them he was the one with the smallest wings, pinning him as a Guardian angel. This was the angel known as Gabriel.
“ He is the beginning of a new class of angel. The Seraphim. ” The voice echoed out again, dragging everyone’s attention for the moment. “Father… Are you sure about this? Giving an angel this much power can’t--” Gabriel began again only to find himself being cut off by Michael. “Gabriel, you should know better than to question the Lord.” The two glared at each other for a period, icy blues locked before they turned away, undoubtedly frustrated.
“Regardless, time says that in the end everything will work out… Corruption is not what we need to worry about with this child.” Another angel spoke. He wore a dark cloak, unlike the other angels, his was more of a tarnished golden color. He had three pairs of wings, showing that he was a Dominion, all of which hung in a low position and were tipped with black instead of being pure white. His blond hair was brushed out and straight, bangs framed his face with a lock of black which hung over his left shoulder. This was the angel Uriel.
“You can see into his future, Uriel?” A more feminine voice spoke up, this angel was far from the group, leaning against a wall beside the Lord. She seemed so relaxed despite the fact that everyone else was so tense and respectful. She was the first primary angel, as such she fears very little, even God himself was viewed in her eyes as more of a father than an almighty and powerful being. Her blonde hair was wavy and cascaded in long strands down her back and between her three pairs of wings, labeling her a dominion just like Uriel. She wore all blacks and reds, unlike the other angels, a beautiful cloak which embraced her and hid the armor under her clothing well. A dagger was on her hip, engraved upon it was the phrase ‘Aiso Ou Neis Reict’ or ‘Death Will Take You’ in the lower angel tongue. This was the angel of death, Azrael.
“I can see into all futures, I just don’t know which one will become the truth.” Uriel responded to her, to which she just smiled. “I find it hard to believe that, but I suppose I shouldn’t be doubting your abilities, Sau.” Sau meaning ‘twin’, specifically younger. “You shouldn’t, I have yet to tell a lie outside of pure malevolence.” Uriel turned back to the child, reaching out to caress the baby’s cheek. Immediately the wailing stopped and the baby began to calm down. “He shall seek attention… Positive attention, we must give it to him in order to avoid tragedy...” The dominion stated, taking a step back. Somehow he knew that something like that wouldn’t happen… Somehow he knew that tragedy will strike regardless, the needs for this child would not be met in the way they needed to be.
“Well… Who is going to take care of this new primary, that’s the real question we should be asking.” Michael lifted the baby up just a little bit, watching as the child’s wings spread open a bit in reaction. “ That would be you, Michael. ” The archangel raised his head suddenly, staring in shock at God. “My Lord, I have another child to care for, I am an Irea myself. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take care of another child.” He reminded, his own son was only two, as such he still needed constant care. “ You will, I’m sure… Two children is nothing too difficult. Besides, you won’t be alone… All of you will care for Lucifer and raise him as though he were your own. It’s just you, Michael, are going to lead the charge. ” The group exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.
“Here, let me hold him.” As soon as the baby was passed to Gabriel, Lucifer began to wail loudly. Tears rolled down his face. “Gabriel! What did you do!?” Raphael exclaimed, trying to calm the child as best he could. “Why don’t you shut him up again, Uriel?” Gabriel asked, to which the dominion simply shrugged. They weren’t anticipating, however, the ghostly touch of the Lord. He took the infant into his hold, eldritch entity taking the child and holding it to his humanoid body. They stared in shock as the child immediately calmed. The baby seemed to stare, almost, up at the deity which held him. Hazy blue eyes vacantly staring upwards at the winged being. Those tiny wings unfurled revealing the baby’s full form, they opened up like a flower in bloom. So beautiful was the child, especially when at peace. A bubbling laugh filled the room.
There was joy and there was love here.