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All the Best Intentions
A secret I know.
Not all those who Fell Fell for Pride. Some Fell for Love, others for Duty. The Hosts of Heaven were legion and like the soldiers who followed them, many fought for comrades rather than cause, even in the ranks of angels. And neither were all those who stayed incarnations of goodness, except by definition. But the insurgent angels were cast all as one from the City.
But not all of those who Fell ever hit the ground.
They were shorn from all they'd known. And with nowhere waiting to welcome them, they made somewhere their own.
Not all those who Fell Fell for Pride. Some Fell for Love, others for Duty. The Hosts of Heaven were legion and like the soldiers who followed them, many fought for comrades rather than cause, even in the ranks of angels. And neither were all those who stayed incarnations of goodness, except by definition. But the insurgent angels were cast all as one from the City.
But not all of those who Fell ever hit the ground.
They were shorn from all they'd known. And with nowhere waiting to welcome them, they made somewhere their own.
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