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Godric had decided to take a walk to get rid of his thoughts. He had actually met another high-ranking angel. "They were so familiar ... Jibril and ... Lucifel." What had happened then between the two? His path led him to the source where Amon Louis had first met. "Why is it so complicated?" His gaze went over the meadow. Only at second glance did he notice someone sitting on a stone. It was Uriel who pondered his master's words. He had never believed that his master had such frank words for him. At that time he looked at him with disapproval, but something had changed in him. The cause of the change approached the angel and their eyes met. "Holy Father ..." "Ah. Uriel. You have a visitor. A certain Jibril wants to speak to you, ”he said in a lowered voice. “Jibril is here? I understand. ”He nodded gratefully and made room on the stone so that Godric could also sit down. He accepted the invitation and both stared at the water. "You ... you and Louis. It sounded ver
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Accepting the darkness Three days
L ... Louis ..." Godric whispered and couldn't take his eyes off this angel. Outwardly this was so gorgeous, but inside he seemed to feel that despite his purity, this was still the same Louis he was allowed to get to know on Assiah. This one just radiated a lot more light than if it wanted to shine from within. Godric slowly let go of my robe and walked reverently towards the picture of Lucifer. He didn't dare to reach out to him, but just stopped in front of him. The eyes traveled over his profile. "Really ... beautiful ..." Meanwhile, Uriel had folded his hands at the sight of the seraph of the time. He hadn't seen it for a long time and wanted to be remembered. In the course of his remembrance, the memory changed and Godric saw images long past. Even then, Rafael was pushy and had kept his loved one from work. At that time he had another companion: Lucifel. Both often visited Uriel's sphere, even if Rafael asked Rafael not to involve the chief angel in his pranks.Godric
Accepting the darkness Lucifer's story......
It was a long, long time ago ...I remembered it was yesterday, but I wished it wouldn't even happen tomorrow. Still, I knew that change was needed. But I could never forgive him ...It was many, many years ago. Many centuries before Lucifer was born. That's where I lived. With my lord in the first layer of heaven. In Etemenanki, the divine tower. This is where this story begins ...A gentle wind played around my hair. So floor length and black. Something unusual, but again exactly what fits the person who made me. So many times the Lord had praised my hair, but never just touched it like that. He never put his hands on me. The only thing I got from him was a gentle kiss on my head. Nevertheless, this filled me with satisfaction and love for a long time. Love to my Lord, who gave me such a beautiful gift while creating it. Likewise the other bein
Accepting the darkness What have I done?
You will be spared." Then came his redeeming words and I let out a relieved breath. “But you stay in the tower! Sin shall never again invade the kingdom of heaven! You will linger on the fourth level of the tower. This is your punishment for your sins! ”I looked at him a little shocked, but then nodded humbly. I couldn't do anything else either. If I refused, then God's punishment would hit me as well as the other sinners. That's how I would eke out my existence there. I was brought to the fourth level of the tower by God himself. The fourth level was somewhat hidden and only a small door led into the large rooms. As I walked through the door, I turned to him again and looked deeply hurt in his eyes. But his gaze was steadfast and serious. Before I could say anything, the gate that God sealed before me closed.My lord ... Kami ... He really had me locked up ...
Accepting the darkness Only one person
As if in slow motion, I sank to the ground, my eyes still on the kite. I only heard the angel child whimper by the way. This then looked at me, because I did not move, just stared at the kite, then slowly turned my head up to the sky. The blood that had dripped into my face pearled down slightly. My robe, too, which was so pure, white and innocent before, was wrapped in blood. My white wings adorned the blood and remains of my victim's skin.The white wings became darker and a feather came off my fine plumage and sailed into the pool of blood. It instantly turned dark red, like the blood. My white feathers ... my precious gift from God was smeared with blood ...did I really do it?Yes ...This was my first time ...I committed a sin ...I killed a living being.I am a sinner!
Accepting the darkness Keywords
Our story begins in a place where ancient values took precedence over the convenience of civilization. Where pure souls lived and humbly served their masters. A place where you might think that time hadn't thought of it.It stood high up, above the nearby villages, on a huge mountain, where neither the haste of the present nor the sins reached the place. A big monastery. The mountain of the gods, named because of its height and the monastery, protruded from the small mountain range. It was a mountain with untouched nature. Even a small river, which had its source deep in the forest, dared the way through the forest, spared from the building frenzy of modern times. Cities had sprung up like mushrooms, modernity became indispensable in households, and noise and stress took over the formerly quiet everyday life of people. But none of this reached the Götterberg. The monastery, which was named after its founder Amon, had remained in the old days. It was as if the mountain it
Accepting the darkness Second step
Godric didn't want to think about that. After his arrival he had fetched a reading from the archive that had piqued his interest. A story about his ancestor Amon. Because, contrary to all the holiness that this place radiated and for which he stood, was titled as a dark priest and the name Amon, which was a little divine name in the Bible, did not really improve the situation. Godric wanted to know the reason, had hoped for answers in the book, which had been written in some generation by a descendant of Amon. But he didn't get to read yet.A sigh came from the priest's lips. "Lost ..." he mused about his situation. That was less holy, Godric had thought and laughed at himself. He was a great saint to get lost in his own monastery. Had that happened to one of his ancestors too? In any case, he didn't know anyone. If only he had taken a card or just asked the monk, whom he had seen two hours ago, but hadn't wanted to ask. These thoughts made him sigh again. He didn't really wa
Accepting the darkness Symbols
“My Lord is always with me ... even in the darkest hour. I don't like to see it, but feel it. ”He continued to concentrate on himself, as if he were reciting a mantra. He took the other steps and stood in front of the archway. A huge, white archway that led into the cellar. Godric bravely stepped under it, had the feeling that the cold had increased. He picked up the candle as quickly as he could and looked for the plate. Godric hugged himself briefly, shaking himself as he shivered. He wondered how it could be so cold all of a sudden and looked ahead. The basement was open. The arch as an inlet, then a further corridor, which end you couldn't see because it was devoured by the darkness. Something flashed in that darkness. Godric saw it with difficulty. It was the candle plate. He had rolled far into the dark corridor. He bit his lip lightly. Should he get it? He couldn't leave anything behind. It would be contrary to all teachings, even if it were only a small candle pl
Accepting the darkness One breath
"A sinner!" Came it shocked and he looked at the gate again. Now all of these symbols made sense. Protective writings, warning symbols that should encourage people to turn back. A ban that was spoken on the gate and should prevent one from passing through. Godric wanted nothing to do with such a sinner. His ancestor must have had a reason to have buried and banished this sinner here and not to bury him in the cemetery as usual, he thought to himself. He was about to turn around when again, if only a fraction of a second, his ring flashed. The blue stone. It seemed to have lit up again in the light of the slightly bluish fire. Was this really just a simple ring? Of course it was clear to him beforehand that this one had magic, even if it sounded absurd. There was no other explanation for the blue hair and eyes he got after putting on the ring. Likewise, that this never came off and has been for a good twenty-one years.He put his hands lightly on the black gate, noticed how th
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