Matiel's Journals
Entry 1
Transformation
After the Fall,
everything started to make sense again. Angels no longer fought
each other in heaven, Urian took over both Uriels name and
Word, and I was given a new purpose. Uriel took my assembled
forces and recreated me in a new image of honor and virtue, a
Malakite. With my new form came a new connection to the symphony,
one that made my purpose for existing crystal clear. I realized
that humans are divine, that they do have a divine spark in them.
At least most of them do. There are exceptions, and these
exceptions have a tendency to corrupt the others. My job is to
rid the world of these misguided souls in order to advance
humanity as a whole. Many of my fellow angels (especially those
that serve Flowers) are horrified by my actions and argue that it
is wrong to kill any human, for any purpose. To my misguided
brethren I say this: Earth is like a garden, and its people
flowers. But like all gardens, there are weeds. In order for the
garden to survive and flourish, these weeds must be pulled, so
that they dont wrap themselves around other flowers and
choke the life from them. Think of myself as Heavens
gardener, and get the Hell out of my way!