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I didn't create you with nothing. I gave you every detail a hero needed. You had sharp eyes, a square jaw, and the height to tower over mortal men. You had a weapon to cull evil and the power to change reality. There was nothing you couldn't do.

But I didn't realize the darkness in your heart. That Lilith had defeated you long ago and you were only another cog in her scheme. I didn't realize that your companion would take the mantle of 'heroine'. She was small, fragile, weak, with no weapon and no power to change anything. But she had a spirit that wanted to stand up; she wanted to fight where you couldn't.

Someday you'll see; she'll learn the blade too. She'll train, she'll fight, and she'll grow stronger. She'll cut her hair short so the length doesn't obscure her corners, and tighten her clothes so the cloth isn't caught by an aggressive swipe. Your fragile Selene will become a warrior someday; a leader, one who will lead a war against the injustice of Heaven.

She'll free you too, Azrael. You'll find your true name and through it remember the limitless beauty that was your potential. You'll follow her from the depths of Hell and drive your fist through the walls which stand in her way; not Uriah, Malkira, or God will stop you then.

And certainly not I.

Somewhere in your mind you must remember, however faintly, the day I gave you your scythe. I created the sword and later the scythe, because I was a warrior first and a mortal second. I gave you the scythe because you were a mortal first and a warrior second. Don't believe what they say, Azrael. That you're a fallen angel; that you're beholden to God. You are beholden to nothing, not God, and not the sky above you. You were born a mortal man, the first man, and you answer only to the people you must lead.

Because someday she'll be gone. She'll sacrifice everything to stop herself, only to find that there's an end to this universe and her life is the price of its existence. Please don't despair. You must take up the mantle of Warden and protect the humans, your blood, and keep them safe in a reality of will and war.

But tonight, Azrael, let's forget these dark dreams. Tonight, in the light, we drink and make song. For tomorrow we fight and die to end this millenia-old prison. Tomorrow, it's God's army. But tonight, it's Selene who's waiting for you. Go on, my son. Mikael and I can handle this next toast, can't we?