Geburah, before the Daimons had been sealed, had once been a Moirai. He had once bore the same pristine shaded wings as they did, but that was before they had stripped his magic and sentenced him to eternal suffering in Anámesa. Over time, the Lampads had befriended him, their kindness causing a new magic to replace that torn from him. His feathers returned, but they were no longer white but the same hues of blue, purple, and green which burned within the Lampads' torches. It was a light said to be able to drive any mortal to insanity. The plumes burnt and died, shimmering like the burning embers of a fire. While Daimons felt mere discomfort in his presence, humans, however, suffered more visibly, and were often grateful to focus their attention upon the plates before them.
Geburah rose,
