The blinding light of the holy spheres of Heaven; Uriel was lucky that as a seraph, he had his massive multiple wings to protect him from the truly awesome and powerful light of God himself. He heard the heavenly chorus sing...and as a seraph, he, too, was expected to sing the Lord's praises. But there was something about today, something about the way the light hit his wings, or perhaps it was not the light. Perhaps it was a shadow that had wormed its way into his otherwise perfect spirit, so lovingly crafted by the Creator. He felt...empty. It was not a massive emptiness, but a little emptiness, the type of emptiness that was easy to pretend did not exist. It was the sort of emptiness that humans spent a lifetime carrying around with them, not noticing it, but as a seraph, Uriel was unable to ignore it. How could he feel empty with God's light and love so close to him?
There was a soft hum within his heart; he had another mission on Earth. He reluctantly departed from the Lord's side, leaving sweet choirs of his brethren singing in his wake, and with the tiniest of gestures, he fell through the stars, through void and blackness, through the stratosphere, invisible to any mortal eye, and in a burst of energy, he materialized on Earth. It took a moment for him to orient himself; he understood his mission. God did not need words to tell him what to do--today was simply a matter of observing a very important clergyman. He was to appear briefly, just for the tiniest moment, before leaving again. It was important that people had something to hold on to, but they had free will, courtesy of the Tree of Life. They could not be coddled or carried. They could only be loved as best as the Heavenly Host could manage. With the sheer amount of humans existing in the year 2016 A.D., the angels were dreadfully overworked as it was.
A brief appearance before the priest at Santa Maria then--the cathedral was a tall one. Uriel barely knew where he even was. But lo and behold, there was an old man, and Uriel reminded him of things beyond this life. Uriel departed soon after. He couldn't show his angelic nature too powerfully when on Earth; most humans were not equipped to handle it. It would frighten them too badly...and Uriel's powers were limited in this mortal shape, so he did not wish to antagonize the children of Adam and Eve.
The town was devastatingly beautiful. Uriel had an appreciation for architecture; it was amazing what mortals could build. They built skyscrapers meant to kiss the bottoms of clouds, they built churches with stained glass so poignantly beautiful and colorful that it was as if they had imprisoned rainbows in the structure itself, and they made homes so opulent and decadent that sinking into a four poster bed with a downy comforter was almost as good as feeling the gentle embrace of another angel. The thing that excited him most was that these were just the bare beginnings of humanity. They were readying themselves to journey to the stars; they had already touched the face of the Moon with their tender toes.
But his mission was completed; he was ready to return. He briefly spread his wings from the handsome human form he had, one set bursting forth in a hail of feathers and down, and he prepared to launch himself back through the ether to Heaven.
~No, my darling one. You must know of Love.~
He felt the power of Him. He felt the pure energy lash out and deny him. Uriel felt back onto the grass, stunned at this rejection. His eyes filled with tears; what had he done? Was he going to Fall? He knew what happened to the poor pathetic souls that fell--their limbs wrought, their faces twisted, their souls forever marred from the denial of Grace. Uriel let out a sob at the thought this would happen. He implored the Lord to tell him more....but no answer was forthcoming.I must not stop believing that this is for a purpose,
the angel thought desperately. I must believe.
Quickly he retracted his wings and pulled out the things the Lord had provided for even the briefest time to be spend on Earth. His name was Dr. Uriel Landon, and he was a radiologist at Mercy's Walk Hospital. A doctor, a healer, someone who mended the broken? This was....unpleasant. Uriel was not known for being the friendliest of God's angels; he was a watchman. He was the angel who had brought death in Egypt, the angel whose quiet blade stole the existences of demons who attempted to push their way into Heaven--now he was to be expected to do more than watch or kill? He must...save?
He felt sick to his stomach. The ID had an address; he could go home. His wallet contained numerous other details--it had his place of work's address, insurance, all manner of things.This is good; the Lord didn't leave me with nothing
, he reassured himself.
And the angel took his first steps into a mortal life that he could not escape from until he fulfilled his divine directive. Little did he know what lurked on the horizon for him.