Azrael, Angel of Death - The Grand Psychopomp
Timed Edition Print - 5.18 - 5.31
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I have watched you since you were born
I wrote your name in my book as you came into this world
I have had an eye watching your entire life
See now, your name fades with time
And now you shall return from whence you came
Delivered from this mortal coil
Let this apple take your body from you
Let my hand guide you to your rightful place
For I am your shepherd
Blessed are the dead
And now you are among them
Delivered from this mortal coil
Dumah, The Chiming Bell
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Zaqiel, Angel of Purity
The dawn will not come
to those who are born in the dark
Dance in the dark
Die in the dark
We live now
Feeling what it is to be alive
Cutting down the light
As we cut down our young
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Turiel, The Hero Immemorial
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The way Turiel carried his massive stature was a matter of public spectacle. His feats of strength were sometimes put to good use but often bled into showmanship. The praise people showered him with seemed to sustain the angel almost as equally as food or air.
Many came to seek the mighty Turiel’s favor. They hailed him from afar at the common grounds and sought to catch a glimpse of him preparing his hunting party. Gifts of food and gold were brought to curry favor. Weapons and jewelry were brought in his honor whenever they could be spared. Those that truly impressed him were made a part of his story, a grand tale where each night, was a feast, each drink was a toast and each lover, a grand affair.
Ananiel, The Singer of Dark Songs
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As the sun began to set the boats turned to back towards the shore. All the while Ananiel pleaded with them to stay. Ignoring him, the fishermen held fast to their course. Angered, the Angel summoned the waves to do what his words could not. He wrenched their boats from their destination and pulled them until the land was lost to the horizon. In life, these first seafarers had been his acolytes. In death, they were their own men.
Chazaqiel, The Angel of Fog
art by Samuel Araya - www.arayaart.comBefore the descent, Chazaqiel made up his mind that he never wanted to be brought all the way down to Earth. The skies were his home. Giving up on them completely stuck in his throat. His indecision left him to exist in a place between worlds, one without having to face the reality of what he really was.
When conflict came, Chazaqiel stayed as distant from the Watchers as he did from men. Choosing not to take sides did not sit well with his brothers but he could no give in to commitment. It was his nature. He was meant to be alone.
Suchlaph, Angel of Verdancy
The wind passes the grass in waves, carrying with it the seed of growth. Flowing across the landscape and burrowing into the cool soil. Plantlife seeks the sky and with it the dominion of Suchlaph expands. Let your roots settle, it is the season for blossoming.
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Shateiel, Angel of Silence
When words fail, the wind dies and the earth comes to a rest, Shateiel descends. In stillness, a new aspect of all things emerge, touched by this elusive angel. The space around it gains new meaning, held still by the grip of its presence. Fear not, it rarely lingers. It’s time to stop and take a moment.
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