The Fallen one

My son, it is time i tell you the story of your heritage so you might repeat it to me, should we meet again.

2,358 years ago, there was a great storm. The god of man was angry.

The city states of carthage had abused its devine mandate and rome was begining as a result of rape and gluttony. God decreed that should human civilization be the result of war, a new type of angel would be created to monitor and reward the heroes who were strong and brave enough, to end those wars.

As a man stretches his fingers, so did god and these were covered with feathers to become our wings. Arms were created to carry heroes to the heavens and our legs and feet were created to set them down.

The valkery was supposed to be a thing of beauty but in those troubled times many had thier own concept of righteousness. Just as many followed god's example of the good man, i and a few of my breathren refused to carry those who were ruthless in His name.

For this, he condemned us to be reborn forever as humans. We were to live a good life and to die again and again, never to remember that we had begun as angels.

We were thrown aside by god as reborn human entities, again and again.

Through a soothsayers tongue i have found out my true identity as of Friday, but he is dead and so too, soon shall i be. May you grow to love the angels and your god and never forget that he can also be cruel. Meet your challenges and do what is necessary for god favors the bold over the heart-full and mindful. Meet your challenges and you shall be carried on wings like mine that were once real and golden.

If you will not listen to a god, this is your father's command. Obey me, my son, do not fear, and show no mercy for your god and your father command it.