Save me if I become my demons [Icarus]

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Where life as an unwilling angel starts, I end

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[span style="font-family:times;color:#eee;font-size:12px;width:230px;text-align:justify;"] Sariel had learned more about his past.. He was learning to be confident and proud of who he was; the angelic blood swelled through his veins, the large feathered wings that could carry him out of a winter's storm, and the glowing crown (antennae) upon his head. But one thing on his mind still stirred like an oncoming storm. One thing he couldn’t understand.

What had happened that led to his fall? Why had his trusted family and friends chased him out, stripped him of his divinity, and left him here with nothing? It just… didn’t make sense. Had he done something wrong?  It had to of been really wrong to lead to this outcome. He wasn’t sure what it was, yet it still heavily plagued him day by day. It defined who he now was, the shape he now took… even if he wasn’t actually aware of the situation. It plagued him heavily. There was guilt - it had to have been his fault, right? There was frustration, frustration at himself for forgetting.

Deep in thought, the angel would gaze skyward. Clouds floated just above the tree line.  The horizon was was grey, and visibility was poor. Felt a lot like his memories. He had found out more, including his proper name but… it left him with more questions than answers. It made him question, did he even deserve the name in the first place?

Forgive my intrusion but grace is won with friends

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