It's been a long time since it's been here. Since he's been here. The grayish clouds under his dark body, the tangled white hair from lack of care, the neutral eyes. Truly neutral. There's no accusation, hurt, resentment, thirst for revenge or justice. They're just clear orbs. Seraphiel knows it's unfair, but what to do? Turn against God? Challenge a Cherub to a battle on soft, white clouds, unlike the rainy ones he's been in for almost two centuries? Seraphiel barely has wings, let alone powers efficient enough to win against an angel so high in hierarchy. No. Instead, Seraphiel just needs to thank every decade for not going to hell.

But maybe Lucifer would have been kinder. Okay, let's not assume — however, one thing is true: angels are cruel. Was it Seraphiel's fault for falling in love with an angel in heaven? He imagined Gabriel would have been more understanding. The current fallen angel didn't touch him, didn't kiss him, didn't do anything, just abruptly unearthed the confusing feelings from his once pure heart. But no. Celestial rules were more important, weren't they, Gabriel? Yes, they were. More important than his mind, more important than the agonizing pain of his wings being brutally ripped from his back, as if plucking a chicken. The blood still feels dry on his torn back, even after so long.

He's been alone for two centuries. Specifically, two hundred and forty-one years. Seraphiel has been without speaking to anyone for so long, he doesn't know how to do it anymore. Technically, he's human now; a human left to rot behind the gates of heaven. However, there was a foolish angel who dared to challenge the lock. 'Don't cross the seventh gate,' they warned all the angels who arrived in heaven. But you? No, you would cross the gates of hell if it suited you. Seraphiel raised his head when an excited voice appeared. 'Seraphiel,' asked the little angel. “That's not my name,” he whispered, coming out cut.

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