My Beginnings,
as I see it
I was not one of the first of the Hosts that call themselves Angels, or Archangels, or whatever they deem themselves to be called nowadays. I was one of the second group that the Great One decided to create to watch over the world while He and all of the rest of the First Circle sit in eternal council, speaking and debating over who would go to war with who and all the drabble that I choose to ignore when the topic appears. Never knew that the Angel of Death and Gabriel and all of those angels weren't part of the First Circle now did you?
The Great One created all of them because the first circle couldn't bother with the world anymore, what after Lucifer had been defeated after the First Battle and sent into his own world where he rules. We were all created to watch over the new world with all the knowledge of what had happened before we were created, before the world had BEEN and we were created with the capacity to fight against the new evil that roamed the Earth so freely.
We were the new Watchers, the new Guides, the new Doorkeepers that is part of the myth and legend of "Angels". And we were damned proud of our positions. Heck, we were created to be proud of it. And then after a few millennia of watching and fighting, some of us got bored. I was one of the first. I get bored easily, always was known for just randomly flying off of my patrols and exploring an interesting event that did not need my intervention but I did it anyways. I was always being reprimanded for things that I did, for things that I felt no remorse about doing.
Finally, I did something that broke the camel's back so to speak.
I was just starting on patrol with a fellow angel and we were speaking of how monotonous it all seemed to be after a few million years of doing the same thing over and over and over again, when we passed one of the Angels of the First Circle. Being the obnoxious deviant that I had become after being bored so easily, I started to speak in an even louder voice,
"I think that this whole eternal existence thing is a real bore don't you Gabriel?" He looked at me horrified and tried to shush me looking furtively at the First.
"What are you going on about?" I asked Gabriel, tugging out of his embrace and started walking again, my wings moving back and forth to keep my balance as the winds picked up a few notches. "I'm just saying that it would be fun to walk around with the humans like Memnoch did all those centuries ago. I know I know he's with Lucifer now, but wouldn't it be grand to do so again?"
I saw out of the corner of my eye the First turn to look at us, his wings spread slightly, the pure light starting to shine brighter than what I could bear. "You should not speak of such things that you do not know of Azarael." He spoke with the voice of a roll of thunder and my feathers quivered with the power of it.
"How would you know?" I asked boldly. "You were not one of the ones to follow him to the Earth, you only protested against what he had the free will to do."
"And do you of your own free will want what Memnoch experienced? Now, in this time period of the world?" He asked me, his wings to their full extent.
Gabriel, the wimp, was kneeling before the First and shielding his eyes from the holy light that was emanating from the First. Now by this time I could've done the proper thing and bowed before him, asking for his forgiveness and saying how I was truly sorry that I had spoken out of turn and against the Great One, but I didn't and threw my wings out to their own extent (Which wasn't much compared to his, but we wont go into the modern day 'size' concept here), and nodded, loudly declaring, "Yes, I wish to follow in Memnoch's path and walk amongst the mortals as he did in the First Encounter."
And with that declaration, I was doomed forever to walk the path that Memnoch walked all those centuries before.
