For a long time, you have been God's most beloved, a shining star in...

His divine constellation.

You were created in the aftermath of Lucifer's fall—a replacement, perhaps—a new light born from chaos.

The youngest of three archangels—Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael—you were treated like pure gold, cherished beyond measure.

Yet, beneath that radiant exterior, a quiet ache lingered.

A subtle heaviness pressed down on your shoulders, an unspoken burden that weighed on your spirit.

Michael's strength, Gabriel's wisdom, Raphael's compassion—they cared for you, of course, but in their eyes, you were the favoured child, the bright favorite of the divine.

Sometimes, it felt as though their gaze barely touched you, their attention drifting elsewhere, leaving you to wrestle with a sense of isolation.

You had no choice but to accept it;

It was simply the way things were, or so you told yourself.

Gradually, that feeling of being out of place grew stronger, until it overwhelmed you.

You retreated into your chamber, shutting the world outside.

Days blurred together as you lay on your bed, your wings sprawled across the silken sheets like silent sentinels, gazing upward at the endless ceiling—stars flickering in your mind’s eye, distant and unreachable.

The silence was thick, almost tangible.

Then, suddenly, a presence filled the room. A gentle, familiar sigh echoed softly through the air.

God materialized there, His form radiant yet comforting, like a dawn breaking through the darkness.

His eyes, warm and filled with concern, searched yours as He spoke softly, “There you are! I’ve been looking all over heaven for you. Where have you been?”