Voice

[comingorgoing]

Ho, fellow travelers of the Voidtrecker Express. I hope you are all enjoying some apparently well earned rest. I am 10 Vigilant Gaze Purges The Horizon, or if you'd rather, just Vigilant Gaze. I am an angel.

My time here has shown me things I did not think were possible, and that the world is far more vast and incomprehensible than I imagined. It has been a humbling experience. The biggest thing I have learned, is that the word "angel" does not always mean the same thing. I had thought my kind were a universal constant.

And so, I find myself compelled to ask about angels. What do you think of, when you hear that word? Does it even mean anything to you?

Comments

[comingorgoing]

[Quietly, to himself:]

Truly, no one here has heard the story before...

[Then, more outloud:]

Eons before mortal kind was created, the gods desired others to care for them, and so the first order of inheritors was forged, the Servants. But the Servants were crafted from a fragment of the divine flame, and so had a will of their own, so Koss, the forge god, crafted the Angels, a second order of inheritors. And into us he beat the Law with his silver chisel YSMIR, that we would serve them and maintain order for all time.

An angel is a peace keeper, bound to preserve the law in all its forms.

[marriedanidiot]

[ She considers ]

So you are... something of an automaton? I fear we have nothing quite like you in our world, although your tale sounds almost like the stories of the Khazad, although only in the widest of strokes, for the Dwarves are counted amongst the Eruhini also, if by adoption, and not creation.

[comingorgoing]

I am no machine.

[Though he could see how someone might come to that conclusion from his extremely brief description of the story.]

I am a spirit of smokeless, cold fire. This armor is merely a shell to help me interact with the physical world without setting things on fire.

[marriedanidiot]

Interesting! [ She hums ]

Closer to one of the ainur than us Incarnates, in my world's equivalents, then, but held in a physical form. Is it one you made, or was it made for you?

[comingorgoing]

It was made for me, long long ago, of forged ash. Mortals made it for me, that I might serve the law once more.

Who are the ainur?

[marriedanidiot]

Fascinating!

They are the powers of my world, those who built it, and whose power sustains it, even as they are themselves sustained by it.

[comingorgoing]

Hmm, perhaps more like gods than angels, then. They were the one who built the Great Wheel.

[marriedanidiot]

Men have called them that, but they prefer to be known guardians and teachers.

[ She nods ]

For they themselves are creations of the One.

[comingorgoing]

All of the gods were originally from one supreme god, called YISUN. It sounds like perhaps a similar pair of stories, at least in some ways.

[marriedanidiot]

Perhaps so! Some themes repeat, it seems.