[Mobius 1]

Well, Here I go.

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EPILOGUE

When a Man is comes to life, they are given the Soul of Man.

When an Angel comes to life, they are given a pair of Wings, the Blessing of the Gods, and the Soul of an Angel. Indeed, this is what makes them an Angel in the first place.


Of course, while they are not given lightly, these are all Gifts. The Angel simply has a few more of them.

And Gifts can be given, or they can be kept to oneself. In most cases, they are kept, because they were indeed gifts to those who received them. Of course, that does not mean that they then lose the ability to be given to others.

There was, at one time, a Virtuous Seraph of sorts. In life, he made it a goal for himself to make the world around him a better place, which is ultimately what earned him the title of Virtuous Seraph. Now, if we choose to describe it as such, Seraphim are essentially a higher-ranking class of Angel, thrice-blessed by the Gods and bearing six wings. Indeed, it is an honor to bear the title and the position, and few would give either up for anything.

And yet, this Virtuous Seraph gave all three away. His Blessing, his Wings, and his Soul, all no longer in his care, nor his possession.

He is certain that many wonder why he would. He rather enjoyed his work as The Virtuous Seraph, and he took great pride in what he gave himself the responsibility to do. Even so, without any hesitation, he gave all three of the Gifts given to him to someone who had only the Gift of the Soul. For one-hundred days, he watched the one to whom he gave his Gifts, and for one-hundred days, the person flew with the Angels.

Alas, no one flies forever.

When it did become necessary for both the Virtuous Seraph and the one to whom he now shared his Gifts to descend, the Virtuous Seraph would very much have liked to take off once again, with that same individual by his side, but it became more and more evident that he had indeed -given- his Gifts, and that they were no longer his to hold.

And the Virtuous Seraph did grieve for the loss of his gifts. Without Wings, he would never fly again, no matter how the feeling of flight was indeed a part of him. Without the Blessing of the Gods, he would never again be able to look upon the Heavens in all their beauty, no matter how he desired to escape from the twisted world of Man. And without the Soul of an Angel, he was himself no more than a Man. A man cursed with the memory of the feeling of flight, the image of the Heavens, and an emptiness left when missing part of the Soul.

Even so, he bid the one to whom he had given his Gifts to use them themselves. The Gifts were now theirs to use, and the Man who had once been The Virtuous Seraph trusted the individual to use the gifts he had given them in the same way that The Virtuous Seraph had once used them: to fly; to lay eyes upon the Heavens; and to be blessed by the Gods. And indeed, the Man who had been The Virtuous Seraph stood in the place where he had descended, never again to fly of his own volition nor with his own ability, never again to lay eyes on the Heavens, and his way in life never again to be blessed by the Gods.

But as he stood on the feet he wasn't completely accustomed to using yet, he watched his Gifts move on with the individual to whom he had given them, and for all his grief, he was happy. He had given someone the ability to fly with Angels for one-hundred days, and for those one-hundred days, the individual was happier than they had ever been, and they would be ever grateful to the Man who had given them the Gifts he once had.

And so, the individual would move forward with these Gifts, and the Man who had once been The Virtuous Seraph would indeed move forward as well, after once again becoming familiar with the sensation of the ground under his feet.



Indeed, this is the story of a Man.....