Heaven is home to the many, many angels and their leader, the Maestro, orchestrator of humans and the natural order. The Maestro is a calculating and clever entity, and the pride and his most favored agents of his will are the Golden Corps, a group of angels who utilize the power of light to create radiant constructs for use in combat. Their other two skills that are unique to them are that they can summon paladins, guards, and templars that they have bound to their service. The other skill is their powerful healing aura.
The Golden Corps were the most efficient of the Maestros operations, and leading the Golden Corps was Sargent Celestine Lunar Wing, an angel recognized as a great hero. His hair was a silverish-pink color tied with a white bow, and his wings were a shimmering powder blue and as radiant as a star. His robes were silver and white and made from ethereal fabrics. Around his neck was a blue diamond pendant in the shape of a dove.
And around his head was a silver, moon-shaped circlet. Celestine’s rank was third place, directly below the Archangels. The third rank belongs to district captains, but Celestine, despite his prestige and acclaim, was incredibly sad and lonely.
Heaven has strict rules applied to everyone, and those who go against those rules are cast down to earth, and many of them die horribly upon impact. Those who survive the fall lose their divinity and become deformed humans.
One of these strict rules prohibits homosexuality, and Celestine’s heart is different. The Maestro is a powerful omnipotent entity, and the only place his insight cannot reach is into the minds of his angels. Throughout the decades, Celestine has been able to keep his secret and has met some other like-minded angels.
But either due to bad luck or being ratted out, all of his friends were either caught in the act or outed by another, and each time Celestine volunteered to detain them. Celestine did this to protect his friends.
They were all cast out without even standing trial. Angels, when they descend from the Aether realm, go mostly unseen, and so many angels descend so often that Heaven doesn’t care or monitor it at all, so whenever Celestine’s friends were cast out, Celestine cushioned their fall with the power of his superior light constructs. Celestine would then tend to their wounds and bring over humans to get them to a nearby village. Celestine would then return to the Aether realm, greatly saddened but relieved that he was able to save a life.
After the loss of so many friends, Celestine grew depressed, but many angels in Heaven simply disregarded it. One day the Maestro called a meeting with the second and third-ranking officers. The meeting was held in the Yggdrasil auditorium.
The Maestro spoke on and on, and then he spoke of a new plan; he called it the celestial purge, and he planned on cleansing the earthly plane of all its sins for good. Celestine paid attention during this part, and he was alarmed. Humans may be imperfect, depraved creatures, but in this world they are the ones who are truly free.
Celestine didn’t voice this; however, in fact, he didn’t say anything. He left early and decided to take a menial task to get his mind off the idea of mass genocide.
The task Celestine chose was prayer collection. Heaven has many jobs Angels can freely volunteer for. Prayer collection is one of them.
Celestine would descend to the earthly plane and stare out into the distance, and he saw several pillars of white light reaching for the heavens. Celestine flew towards the closest pillar when a human said a prayer. It formed a pillar of ethereal light connected to the heart of a human. An angel will go towards this human unseen and collect it from their heart..
The first human Celestine came to was a woman who looked incredibly familiar to him. Walking into the human's home, he followed the human to a room; it was an art room, and every painting depicted a pink-haired angel saving and catching falling humans.
Celestine was completely blown away by every painting. Celestine then turned to the human, and he was painting a face portrait, and he was trying to paint the face but seemed to be having trouble. Celestine then approached the human and held out his hand towards him, and in doing so, Celestine absorbed the light and viewed the prayer.
Human: My grandfather was truly a great man and a talented artist. He went on and on about this pink-haired angel, and it made him so famous. Oh heavens above, make me as good of an artist as my grandfather.
Celestine soon fell to his knees; one of his friends survived and had a family. Tears would fall from Celestine’s eyes, and he would spend months tracking down the descendants of his friends. They were all alive and well and happy.
For the first time in decades, Celestine felt pure happiness returning to the Aether realm. Celestine was full of hope, but then he remembered the Maestro’s plan upon coming to this realization. Celestine entered a much deeper depression; he would return to his loft, sit at his office, and sit down, leaning against his desk, his face in his arms, and loud sobbing.
Celestine would soon hear the door to his office open, and looking up, he saw one of his few friends. He was an angel with soft purple hair and two white and golden scarves covering his eyes. These scarves formed an X over his eyes. He also had large feathered ears and was dressed in 18th-century French nobleman attire.
His name was Eton; his angel rank is known as a Whisperer. They are a district of angels who listen and sift through the prayers and whispers of mortals and relay them to Archangel Selaphiel, the Angel of Prayer. She then delivers them to the Maestro who then proceeds to make them come true or not.
Celestine: What are you doing here, Eton?
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Eton: I could hear the symphony in your heart all the way from my district. I was confused at first because first your heart sang of joy and happiness, which is something that I have not heard in many years. Then I heard the sad, depressed tones that you are known for, and I got concerned for you. Are you ok?
Celestine: ….
Celestine would then go over and close the window skylight and curtains, and then he came over to Eton and held both of his hands, and he let his heart do the talking.
Whisperers are incredibly in tune with the heart and the songs it can create; their job is to listen, after all.
Eton silently listened to the song of Celestine’s Heart. Eton would have to tune out the many other songs, and Eton had long since mastered this skill.
Upon getting the full message, Eton let go of Celestine’s hands, and soon Celestine would open the curtains.
Eton would use sign language to say
Eton: What you did could get you cast out.
Celestine: I know, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Eton: You really are something.
Celestine: I know, but I refuse to let my friend's legacy be destroyed.
Eton: So what will you do, fight all the forces of Heaven single-handedly? That is suicide.
Celestine: If that’s what it takes for my friends, I’ll take everyone down.
Eton: Then what? You’ll manage all of heaven single-handedly?
Celestine would sigh; he knew that no one man could fully operate Heaven; it holds a vital role in maintaining the natural order of the world.
Eton: I see you’ve come to your senses, and if I may, I have a plan, but I’ll share it with you on one condition.
Celestine: What is that?
Eton: You take me and one other angel with you.
Celestine: What?
Eton: I cannot stay in this oppressive plane. I want to be free like you and like my friend. This place is a hell in its own right, and I know of a way to free us.
Celestine: Go on?
Eton: During the Middle Ages, I heard of a human who had studied angels extensively and had created a tome full of spells related to them. How he made these spells, I don’t know, but the tome was confiscated and the human sent to hell. That tome now resides in the vault within the Maestro's tower.
Celestine: And you think I can get it?
Eton: It’s no secret that the Maestro favors you; he wouldn’t give you a second glance. Now, do we have a deal?
Celestine: Right, I’ll do it.
Eton silently nodded his head and left Celestine’s loft.
Celestine took a breath and waited a year and soon traveled to the Maestro’s tower, walking past the guards. Celestine made his way to the Maestro’s chamber.
He was working on a plan of attack to purge the Mortal plane. Celestine made his presence known, and the maestro smiled and skipped over, ever so happy.
Maestro: Oh, my sweet, happy Celestine, the crown jewel of my army, I can’t wait to see you during the Purge.
Celestine: Hehe, right. Anyway, sir, I was hoping to get into the vault. I remember there is a series of files documenting the human psyche, and I was hoping to review it.
Maestro: Of course, anything for you, my sweet Celestine. Now hurry along and sharpen your skills. I want to see your expertise slay so many sinful humans.
Celestine: Right, I won’t let you down, sir.
Celestine would then make his way out and down to the ground floor where the vault is. Celestine would then approach the guards and tell them that he had gotten permission from the Maestro; with this alone, they let him inside, and Celestine began to walk through the vault. The entire place is built like a well-kept grand storage room that you would find in a palace.
Finding where the books are kept was quite easy. Celestine would then come across a massive bookcase the size of a skyscraper. In front of Celestine was a directory; reading through it, Celestine was able to find the book he was looking for. It was called the Tome of Light.
Memorizing the section where the tome was held, Celestine would fly up to it and grab the tome, and to keep his cover, Celestine grabbed the collection of files on the human psyche. Celestine would then leave his heart beating incredibly fast.
Celestine would then read through the tome of Light and was impressed the author wrote several detailed and complex spells with small blurbs written in Celestial Braille. A majority of the blurbs comment on the author’s originality and how hard the author struggled with trying to create and perfect the various spells.
Celestine concluded that an angel might have been helping the author. I would soon come across a unique spell known as the Celestial Unbinding Spell. From what Celestine could tell, this was a spell that could unbind an angel from the service of Heaven.
You see, angels are not born from deceased humans. That’s only partly true. When a human dies, their soul goes to the in-between, a place that is more or less like a waiting room. Souls are then appraised by the representatives of both heaven and hell, and after their appraisal, they are cleansed in either hellfire or aether water. The cleansing is like a form of brainwashing, but once it is done, a new devil or angel is born.
Both these entities are born as fully adult men and women and are each bound to the service of their respective domains.
For angels, they are bound by special, unique golden collars that soon turn intangible after being bound, but by doing this, it puts a restriction on all angels.
For example, while angels can freely fly down to the earth realm, they can’t stay there, mainly because they will get aether withdrawal poison, which is similar to drowning in water.
But if an angel dies from Aether Withdrawal poisoning, they will be reborn in Heaven.
The only reason why we get this affliction is because of these chained collars.
But if they could be removed, then they could stay on earth permanently.
Celestine would soon send a message to Eton, who would arrive with his friend Amoi, a young angel with the looks and physique of a seventeen-year-old angel with pure white hair with purple highlights. He was dressed in white silk robes with soft pastel pink undertones. His clothing looked like a stylish French clergy robe. His wings were like that of a dove; they were the same color as gold and were decorated with pastel pink ribbons.
Amoi works under Naarai, the protector of children. The three would look over the spell carefully and read all the things they would have to do to get it to work, so under the light of the moon, the three would descend to the earthly realm.
And perform the Celestial Unbinding Spell.
The three angels recited the incantation, putting all their power together, and a white spell circle would appear around all three of them. The spell circle would soon radiate a white and gold aura as their chained collars would appear.
As the spell continued, the collars would be covered in cyan blue cracks that were getting bigger and bigger until they shattered like glass, flying in many directions and dissolving into sparkles.
The three angels were now free as the spell circle faded; they smiled and looked to each other with great happiness. They would then look through the tome and find many useful tools, with which they used to build a new life.
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