Briefly she remembered, briefly in the limits between one existence and another. As her wings adorned themselves of new feathers and the darkness of her limbs washed away and the color came back to her skin.
In the recovered memory she laid amidst a throne of rocks, a broken throne, alone, no pretty dress over her pale skin, the darkness in her hands flowing with a live of its own, it was before the adoption, before she grew up, yet her body was just as tall if not taller, and the face was the same.
A shadow came, a familiar shadow, forgotten for so long.
-Father.-She said, her voice trembling, her will broken-Father! What happened? Where are we? Is the battel lost? Is all hope gone for good? Was divine power of greater might and our friends and brothers are lost for good?-Tears or something alike flowing down her pale cheeks.
The shadow of her father materialized, similar to the angel she knew, but not equal, tainted, the beautiful wings of the greatest seraphim lost, but the shadow of those remained, the beautiful face was no longer there, nor the light in his eyes, but a deep darkness, some short of sorrow, pain indeed.
-We were defeated daughter, by the might of Michael and other archangels who decided to fight against brothers instead of against the tyrant to us all.-Her father answered, darkness over the darkness of his face as he pronounced these words.-This is hell, our new reign, the place of hopelessness and despair, why you took so long to wake up, why you appeared here so far away from the place of all of our friends and allies I do not know, but this is still hell, if only closer to heaven, that distance matters not, I cannot stay daughter, fallen seraphim, corrupted light, for long, we had council and I must reach the walls of heaven and somehow breach them and make heaven and God remember that we though defeated are not gone.
He caressed her cheek and smiled, such a weird thing to see, a lord of shadow to smile like that; he was gone the next moment, a distant shade and no more, and she was alone again, nameless or so she thought, she had her name forgotten, her appearance gone, walked around with no real goal, wandering for long, her feet hurt, her wings unable to fly, every step took age away from her, it was said that some mercy was shown to her by He Almighty in His luminous throne far away, for What other thing could she do? Wasn't it said to her to obey his father by Him personally once? Wasn't her sin His sin as well? Wasn't she at least as innocent as woman and man will be? So even if her skin and wings were gone, she deserved a second chance, there are second chances even in hell, when she was young enough and the memories of glory and battel and fall were gone she reached the house of some fallen, some other fallen who felt in the name of love and mind, the corruption of men and Paradise Lost long past, in that house she was raised again and love was present, until she was a grown seraphim again and she traveled to another realm to be the face of love for a while, before for some reason known to Him and Him alone, her wings were restored and her looks changed once more to look the most like she was once in Heav'n eons ago.