Falling is the first thing I feel.
Distant voices echo inside my head.
Their orders are clear, and yet all I can think about is the others.
Remiel.
Uriel.
Amitiel.
Ithuriel.
Raphael.
Michael.
Each one traveled the same path.
They have gone to a place where the light is cursed and darkness blinds the soul.
This is a place where even angels fear to tread.
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