Blackwater Val
The pure firmament, and the wondrous grace of all heavens above.
And he had been cast down along with the others. Exiled, the bolt thrown on the gates. Set afire and cast out to fall and to fall, until he was certain they could fall no longer, and then to fall farther still, screaming within a crushing vacuum of silence where no ear could hear. Crawling . . . blind and forsaken, imprisoned . . . chained deep down in a black abyss, their once-divine flesh riven from bone and only charred shreds remaining. Condemned, graceless, fettered in utter darkness among choking sulfurous fumes, never to shine, or to see light again. Yet always remembering what was lost, always looking skyward . . .
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