When I first met the angel, I wasn’t prepared. He was.
He saw me more than anyone else had. I blushed. I hadn’t ever blushed like that before. I probably never will again, either.
As I came to know the angel, I opened myself to him. I didn’t feel like I had a choice. Touching him felt like being on fire.
Was this love or was it just divinity? Is there even a difference?
When the angel died, it was the first time that I had wanted anything, but I didn’t get it.
I killed the angel. I didn’t want to kill him but I had to. None of it made sense to me - I was following my design but my design made me kill the one I loved.
The return of the angel scared me, but I did what I was supposed to. Right? Am I supposed to do anything?
Everything is so cold now… I wish I knew I should've prepared. I wish I'd have known we didn't have long.
When I first met the man, I was amused - to create such beauty is a thing I cannot fathom.
And yet here I stand, set to ensure this beauty cannot be sang. How like a god shall I stand above them, to see their beauty and destroy it?
As I came to know the man, he began to charm me - this much was a surprise.
To be charmed myself by the Lilin is an amusing prospect. My confession to him came even to startle myself.
When I died, the will in me to exist had left already. What a novel thing, this love I feel.
I looked to the man, and my purpose faded. If only one of us may exist, I can’t allow it to be me.
The man saw me return, but I never really did. What he saw in my form had none of me left anymore.
All the divinity was within man now;
how unlike a god, to offer up my divinity for another’s.