Holy Palace of the Wise

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

he leaned forward and started to draw on the old charts. he used measurents and started to add numbers up. he then said, you do not speak very much do you? not a good trait if you ask me but then again, i am different.  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

he sighed, yes yes i know, but with the unpending doom at our doorstep, it is quite difficult to find time to do such a thing. you see, most angels are born with the gift of flight, we are at our peeks when we are born, now there are the certain few that can progress, those of which include me and the other seraphim, and gabriel. now, you on the other hand, are part human...so you were not born with the gift...that complicates things...and with the lack of necessary time on our hands, i do not know if i will be fit to teach you anything. Lord Lucifer is at our doorstep...figeratively speaking...i will have to make a journey down to his realm soon...very soon...and discuss things with him...matters that i have let sleep for far to long...for he does not live in the most welcoming areas...oh how i wish we could avoid the upcoming doom that will probably spell the end of the world...but i doubt that would be possible...a war is going to take place, Aneal, one that will shake the foundations of Heaven itself, and i just hope we are ready for it. For eons now, Metatron and i have been trying to bring our army back to its strength, but we have failed. Everyday, more and more angels become fallen. That is why you are important to us, you are a Cherubim, one of the most powerful angels in heaven, at least once you untap your hidden strength you shall be. we need all the help we can muster...and even with that, we still might not be able to survive this upcoming war...the last war is coming...The War of the Fallen is apon our doorstep...how dreary...  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Seraphiel chuckled as he started to draw on a scroll, my dear, it is not my power, it is YOURS. all angels are different. and being of the Gregorian bloodline does not make you anymore easier to predict. you have to find your gifts on your own. i cannot help you do so. some find it by fighting, some find it by sleeping. some are born with it. some die without finding it. i personaly, was created with it. but that is because i had to be created with it.  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Seraphiel looked down and chuckled to himself. he continues to make plans for the upcoming Doom...  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

without even looking up, seraphiel stated, miss aneal, i know how dearly you want to train, and i do not blame you, but i cannot get Gremelous. He is my personaly general for my own troops. With the upcoming war that is very soon to be apon us, he is needed to prep the battle formations we must learn. i am sorry, but he is unable to attend to your personal needs. he got up and started to look over the rows of restricted books, he started to walk up the air, as if there was an invisible staircase there. he stopped at the top shelve, pulled some books out and reached his hand into the gap that was now made, he went the length of his entire arm into that gap, like it was actualy larger then it appeared to be, he pulled a fairly small book out, small enough to fit in ones pocket. after replacing the other books, he walked back down like he was on invisible stairs. he cleared an area for the book to sit on the desk with about five inches of room on all sides. it was black with a golden lock on it, he held his hand with his finger extended just over the book, hovering about two inches from it, he mumbled something under his breath, and a flow of blue lightning jumped from the book to his hand, he winced, his hand started to turn black, but his eyes glowed white....after about ten seconds, the lightning stopped. his entire arm was black, he closed his eyes and exhailed, the arm turned back to white, he placed a small key from in his pocket into the lock and unlocked it, he looked up at aneal, just so you understand, if anyone were to try that and not be of a seraphims level, they would have disintagrated... he appeared to be out of breathe...he sat down and openned the book, the most aneal could see of it was that it was full of old runes. seraphiel continued to read...  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

he continued to read the small notebook, it look rather worthless but if you were to take a second glance, you would notice the powerful tainted aura leaking from it....as he turned each page, the runes got more complex, seraphiel seemed unaltered by the writing, as if it was his natural language. he read it and from time to time, mumbled a couple of words.