They surround me. Hundreds of thousands of them, the small murmuring orbs of light. Floating, following, faithful. I point to their inevitable destination with what was once unwavering confidence. Looking upon me, they are comforted to know that their soul's journey is near an end, that they will soon know peace. I smile. For the time being I have contented myself to wear this mask before them. But briefly does it slip from my face when I see the burning questions in their eyes, the conflicts in their hearts. They ask me something that I cannot answer.
Ever since the Creation, my purpose has been a simple, yet crucial part in the Divine Plan of the Gods; to shine as a beacon of light for the journeying souls, guiding them to Heaven, and helping them begin their new lives. Thus I was named Ultima, the High Seraph. The Gods are deeply pleased with me, their creation, so much that they call me a "master piece." Perhaps they are right. For I am the only scion among my kin who can truly see through their flawed plans.
Around me I see every kind of soul imaginable, from the royal to the common, the pure to the tainted, every second they come and go. Their thoughts constantly whizzing by like an endless flight of birds. I hear their stories of triumph and love. I see their goals and wishes. I feel their pain and sorrow. This body was made for perfection yet...it cannot contain the vast and sweeping sea of emotion that breaks upon me. The rage that burns in the fires of their souls scorches, and builds within my own heart. Slowly, bit by bit, I begin to see through mortal eyes upon the world and the Gods who created it. Piece by piece I come to understand the suffering of those who were carelessly abandoned in their time of need. Their fervent prayers are left unheard by the Gods. But they are not completely lost...for I am the one who listens to them.
With endless compassion, I open my heart to the forgotten souls so that they may be comforted, and know that they are not alone in their cold existance. But with each passing moment, a pain grows inside my heart, though no one must ever know of it. If only somehow I did not have to send the souls from me, but keep them by my side...
I would see to it that every soul be nutured and protected under my wings. No prayer would be ignored, no wicked crime left unpunished, no soul turned astray. Too many times have the eyes of innocence looked upon me in confusion, their distress tearing at their fragile hearts till they are nothing more.
They surround me. Hundreds of thousands of them. Falling, frightened, forgotten.
I will become the light they search for. I will be the only light they will ever need.