Love you Both, Love me Too

Kokabiel: The Mission

I finally found her, my beautiful, errant Selaphiel, but not where I expected to. I did not expect the pain that washed over me as I watched her sleeping in Tomiel's arms. I did not expect the rage that came over me as she awakened in the night and kissed him gently as he slept. Why had she betrayed me like this?

Why couldn't she just die the way she was meant to?

Taking her life was never part of the plan, but as Sela had grown stronger and more assured in our love, I had watched her change into something almost unrecognizable. She was not meant for me, but I had taken her anyway, and in the aftermath, I feared I had done more harm than good to the Great Plan that was still unfolding in front of us.

She had become something unholy where only the holiest of Fires used to burn, and it was all my undoing that had caused it.

I was Fallen, and therefore I was barred from the Holy Fire that coursed through our veins and made us what we were. That fire had been tainted by greed and malice, and when it died, another fire burned dark and red and desperate beneath my skin forever. It was a reminder of how far I had fallen, and how much I was still being punished for the choices I made.

Uriel should have never tried to save the black-winged orphans, for each and every one of us bore a curse in our hearts that prevented us from being good.

It was only Thomas and Dash that had kept my wicked heart on the straight and narrow in my earliest years, but DC came, and so did Selaphiel. When I loved her, I forgot my healing and became a thing wild with emotion and hurtling towards destiny.

I allowed Dash to make the deal that would doom me. I allowed Thomas to leave me behind in the fire that ended me.

I died and was reborn for her.

It was Sela's turn to do the same.

One day, Dash and Thomas would follow into un-being, and they would become the beautiful and dangerous creatures they were meant to be.

But Dash and Thomas were not on the same side as he and Sela.

Dash and Thomas were orphans of the white-winged Angels who had stayed on the side of God.

I was a black-winged Angel of the Fallen Order, and I would never be able to be by their side again. Sela...

Sela was the Architect Divine; wholly above us all, and yet desperately in need of our love and affection.

It was my love that had set her free, and it was also my love that had corrupted her heart against the plan that had been laid out long before any of us were born.

Our parent's unending war was now being waged in our flesh and in our hearts. If I did not force her to become whom she was meant to be, the war would begin anew, and the world would be doomed forever.

Their sacrifices would all be for nothing, and their deaths would all be in vain. I had to take Sela's life if she was unwilling and unable to take her own.

Though I was not against him, I had been against his cruelty and his selfishness, until I allowed myself to taste the power that both brought to my tainted, fiery heart.

Sela looked at me and I registered the fear in her eyes, and I knew that it was finally time. I would do what I was meant to do, and tonight Sela would finally die.

She pointed the gun at me just as Tomiel stirred, and as she fired the first shots, I realized that she would do anything to protect the life she had built.

I had to do everything I could to tear it apart. It was not my will, for if I had my way I would have allowed Sela to thrive in the life she had chosen.

But the Demiurge had to rise, or else all would be lost, and there would be no life left on Earth that was worth living.

Sela had to take her place as the Architect, or else the story of life would remain unwoven and chaotic forever after.

Thomas cowered at her side, and I wanted to laugh. Thomas could, at any moment, unfurl his wings and come for me, and I would be unable to do anything to stop him. His strength was stifled by his inability to see what he was, and that blame I placed on Uriel alone.

I heard Dash yelling, and I moved to the bottom level of the home he and Thomas shared, willing to use him against her if it meant the plan would be fulfilled.

I loved Dash dearly, and yet when I faced him down in that small room, he did not know me, and in his fear he was dangerous. I only hoped he did not discover his true strength, or else we would all be doomed.

Sela and Thomas were by his side in an instant, and I saw the recognition in Thomas' eyes as he stared at me. I wanted so badly to ease his heart; to tell him he was not to blame for my fate any more than Dash was, but I was at war, and they were now my enemies.