Uriel stepped fully into the room, mantling his wings in discontent before drawing them in tight. When he turned, his expression was unreadable. "What love? Tell me, where was His love? I was cast away, stripped of His Presence. I tried to understand, but never could. I tried to make peace, but no place ever truly felt like home. There were humans that loved me, showed me kindness and care over the years, but their lives are short and each passing left me feeling more alone. They had their place in His arms, but I was denied mine."
He ignored the chairs, choosing instead to pace in front of a fireplace, drawing strength from its warmth. "And for what? For growing tired of bloodshed? For refusing to continue murdering in His name? Does His love only manifest its self at the sharp edge of a blade, wielded by my hand?"
"If that is what passes for love, I want no part of it."
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Date: 2013-05-18 12:22 pm (UTC)He ignored the chairs, choosing instead to pace in front of a fireplace, drawing strength from its warmth. "And for what? For growing tired of bloodshed? For refusing to continue murdering in His name? Does His love only manifest its self at the sharp edge of a blade, wielded by my hand?"
"If that is what passes for love, I want no part of it."