Thousands of years ago the link between the Material and Aetherial realms began to sever. All of the entities of higher power that were able, retreated back to the Aetherial, one chose to stay. Through strange eons Uriel stood vigil at the Gates of Edan with their fiery sword, until they grew too weak. For without their connection to the Aetherial, their powers and lifeforce faded, as it does for all such creatures that become disconnected from the Source.
To our eyes, Uriel appeared to be a tall, beautiful woman with glowing eyes that radiated the power contained within, and flaming feathered bird wings upon its back, but it was genderless because it doesn’t procreate. It was an entity of incredible power from beyond the veil of reality as we know it, burdened with the task of guarding the Gates of Edan, a task given to it by their lord and master, Tetragrammaton. Edan resided at a place between places, between the Material and Aetherial Realms at the Horizon of our reality.
Without the connection to the other side, they were dying. In their final moments before they faded back into the Cosmos from which they came, they shouted across the Void of space-time as they wept because they could no longer do their duty, “I am sorry father, forgive me!” With their last and final act, they threw their fiery sword to Earth in the Material realm as the bonds that held Edan in place at the Horizon of the Material realm broke free and it shattered, folding in on itself as its probability-field collapsed.
Uriel fell from the Horizon and to Earth in the image of a fiery falling star. As they fell and entered the Material Realm, they burned and all color faded from them and their glowing eyes faded to black, they turned into pure carbon and crashed into the ocean as their essence dispersed back into the endless Cosmos, gone forever; thus, causing the beginning of the Dark Ages. The fiery sword fell to the Emerald Isles, commonly known to us as Ireland.
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Very few people could see it fall from the sky, only people touched with the Vision, similar to Story October but not as powerful. One such person was a young Welsh cleric named Padrig. He bore witness to it, because he could vaguely sense its power, he fell to his knees in supplication and saw this omen as a sign from his deity that he should go to Ireland to find the fiery object. As a side effect of his search, he converted Ireland to Christianity, but more importantly, he found the fiery Sword of Uriel.
It was a great prize, created by the very hand of Tetragrammaton, but in the hands of a normal person, it’s just a fancy, indestructible sword. First it was taken to the Vatican, it was kept in their most secure vault and kept away from mortals and non-mortals for centuries, but then when the second World War began in Europe, it was moved to the New World. Only Pope Pius XII and a few people knew of this, and only one man knew of the exact location of the sword. He was the head of the ultra-secretive organization within the Vatican, called ‘Ordo de Tetragrammaton.’ As the Fates would have it, he was eventually captured and thought to be a spy.
He was one of the Italian prisoners on board the RMS Laconia on her fateful and final voyage when she was torpedoed by the German U-156 submarine, and he was one of the casualties, but nobody ever knew, because he was unlisted on the Bill of Lading. His journal that had the location of the sword in a coded entry was stowed in the hold of the ship as evidence, thus the location of the sword was lost.
For many decades the agents of the Vatican tried to narrow the parameters of the possible location of the sword, the best their investigators could do was narrow it down to somewhere in Central America.