• You were like a brother to me, did you know that? I can remember when we would study together in the gardens. You robed in white then. It might humour you to know that I still do.
    I guess I should have seen the signs. I still remember our first argument. You had come robed in black that day. When I had asked you why, you told me to mind my own business and return to my studying. You had called it limited then, my studying. I now know why. I was still naive then, I guess. After all, our brotherhood continued for a long time afterwards. Then you met them. Samael, Samyaza, Azazel, Lucifer, Mephistopheles.
    I had always thought them a rather dark group, though it was against my way not to judge.
    The second sign should have alerted me to better realization, although in my denial, I failed to see it. Do you remember it? Your halo faded to little more than a shadow of its former self. Your wings had also started to change in colour. To this day it puzzles me as to how I could have been so naive. Then again, I guess we all were. Even Him. We all failed to see you as you truly were.
    Why did you do it? Was it for power? Was it due to a dissatisfaction of our ways? Or was it something else? I guess I will never know, although I do not doubt that He does.
    I still regret what I had to do next. I can still recall the events of that day. I awoke to a harsh ringing in my soul. Though I didn't hear it, I knew it. A group of our ranks were rebelling against the Father. I remember taking myself to the House of God, in front of His very Throne. I remember the look on your face that I was there. Confusion. Anger. Sorrow. Regret. Wrath. I remember looking into your face, wondering, hoping for an answer as to why you did it. What had seemed a moment later, the remaining Archangels and Angels were behind me, including those six that we used to visit with so long ago. I wondered then, why me? Why must I lead this defensive assault?
    I cried then. I can still remember the feel of the tears running down my face. Though I know it had to be done, I still regret raising my spear to you, signalling the attack. Though I know I shouldn't, I still regret the moment that I struck you down. Even now, in my dreams, I can hear your screams as your wings burned.
    Why did you do it?