Post by Theoren Roullier on Jan 25, 2005 17:08:14 GMT -5
"Damnit, Michael, you can't do this to me! I owe her!" The younger angel cried, the frustration almost turning his flawless complexion to a nice and angry shade of red. His mentor and head of the cherubim folded his arms with a sigh and turned his back on his young charge, already sick of the argument. "You know very well why not, Maedryn. It isn't as though we've never had this conversation before." Maedryn shook his head and threw his hands down in disgust, "Whatever happened to the eye for an eye rule? Isn't it only fair I be able to help her after I created this mess?" Michael shook his head. "There are rules that supersede that, Maedryn, and I know you know that."
Since his return from the material plane Maedryn, the angel whose earthly form had taken the name Theoren Roullier had been running into road blocks. Michael, his mentor, guiding hand, and closest friend blamed it on too much time running his life by his own set of rules. "With redemption, Maedryn, comes the price of restriction. You can't just do whatever you want anymore." The younger angel snorted and turned his head away, contented to sulk now that his tantrum was over. "Even if it's the right thing to do?" He asked bitterly.
Michael watched Maedryn with soft silver eyes that took in much more than one would think. He saw things about people that sometimes they didn't even know about themselves. It was no surprise that he had been made an archangel. Despite bearing the name cherub he did not look as one might thing. Of all of the eight classes of angels he was second only to the Seraphim in divinity, and the Cherubim had always been the protectors of all things good and holy, the righteous and self sacrificing paladins of the Host. Michael was no exception; his hulking frame far outmatched that of Maedryn's lean and smaller form. But it was expected for Maedryn to act as he did... after all, he was the least divine class of angels. The Mercurians always held the most fascination and empathy for mortals and their world. They were constantly asking to taste a piece of the Great Creation, and more often than not after they got it, it made them greedy for more.
"Maedryn," He began more softly this time to the hot-tempered, golden-eyed angel who was his most beloved protégé, "The council has not yet decided on your stability to take back your old job. You've been through a lot and they understand that, but please let them do what they were made to do. They were built to judge, let them do it." The Seraphim were the most holy of all and like all classes of angels they had a special talent- they could pick out a lie any way it was told and they alone reserved judgment on all the rest of the Host. Their Council decided democratically in the more important matters while justicars made decisions on smaller ones.
"And you also know our policy. It is strictly forbidden for one of the Host to interfere directly with the goings on of the mortal world. If we got to pick and choose who we helped and who we let go to their fate the whole entire balance could be thrown off." He didn't feel like he had to explain this. Maedryn already knew better. The young mercurian turned around with a sigh and let his flared wings fold to the sides in submission. "But... I caused this havoc. I should at least be given the chance to correct my own interference." Michael laid a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with a small smile. "That is why you've been given permission to speak at the trial, but nothing else. No touching anything, no harming anything, and no materializing. Just send a projection and speak on her behalf."
Maedryn shook his head bitterly. He couldn't stand the restrictions, they felt like handcuffs. Aeron needed his help, needed his protection, and he was forbid to do little more than watch. It had always been the fear of the Seraphim Council that the Mercurians would fall like their brothers the Grigori and become one with the mortal realm, and Maedryn could see their point. No matter his feelings for the Luminatti, he had little ability to play Deus Ex Machina with them. He had to uphold the balance, or everything might be in danger. Gold eyes studied his silver trimmed mentor for a moment, wings twitching in agitation at the whole idea, but he had little choice.
"Promise me, Maedryn. Don't do anything that will get you kicked out a second time." Michael said sternly. Michael was right. They did not have the power to pick and choose who received divine intervention. Maedryn lowered his eyes, the barely audible acquiescence said with an edge of resentment, "I promise."
Since his return from the material plane Maedryn, the angel whose earthly form had taken the name Theoren Roullier had been running into road blocks. Michael, his mentor, guiding hand, and closest friend blamed it on too much time running his life by his own set of rules. "With redemption, Maedryn, comes the price of restriction. You can't just do whatever you want anymore." The younger angel snorted and turned his head away, contented to sulk now that his tantrum was over. "Even if it's the right thing to do?" He asked bitterly.
Michael watched Maedryn with soft silver eyes that took in much more than one would think. He saw things about people that sometimes they didn't even know about themselves. It was no surprise that he had been made an archangel. Despite bearing the name cherub he did not look as one might thing. Of all of the eight classes of angels he was second only to the Seraphim in divinity, and the Cherubim had always been the protectors of all things good and holy, the righteous and self sacrificing paladins of the Host. Michael was no exception; his hulking frame far outmatched that of Maedryn's lean and smaller form. But it was expected for Maedryn to act as he did... after all, he was the least divine class of angels. The Mercurians always held the most fascination and empathy for mortals and their world. They were constantly asking to taste a piece of the Great Creation, and more often than not after they got it, it made them greedy for more.
"Maedryn," He began more softly this time to the hot-tempered, golden-eyed angel who was his most beloved protégé, "The council has not yet decided on your stability to take back your old job. You've been through a lot and they understand that, but please let them do what they were made to do. They were built to judge, let them do it." The Seraphim were the most holy of all and like all classes of angels they had a special talent- they could pick out a lie any way it was told and they alone reserved judgment on all the rest of the Host. Their Council decided democratically in the more important matters while justicars made decisions on smaller ones.
"And you also know our policy. It is strictly forbidden for one of the Host to interfere directly with the goings on of the mortal world. If we got to pick and choose who we helped and who we let go to their fate the whole entire balance could be thrown off." He didn't feel like he had to explain this. Maedryn already knew better. The young mercurian turned around with a sigh and let his flared wings fold to the sides in submission. "But... I caused this havoc. I should at least be given the chance to correct my own interference." Michael laid a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with a small smile. "That is why you've been given permission to speak at the trial, but nothing else. No touching anything, no harming anything, and no materializing. Just send a projection and speak on her behalf."
Maedryn shook his head bitterly. He couldn't stand the restrictions, they felt like handcuffs. Aeron needed his help, needed his protection, and he was forbid to do little more than watch. It had always been the fear of the Seraphim Council that the Mercurians would fall like their brothers the Grigori and become one with the mortal realm, and Maedryn could see their point. No matter his feelings for the Luminatti, he had little ability to play Deus Ex Machina with them. He had to uphold the balance, or everything might be in danger. Gold eyes studied his silver trimmed mentor for a moment, wings twitching in agitation at the whole idea, but he had little choice.
"Promise me, Maedryn. Don't do anything that will get you kicked out a second time." Michael said sternly. Michael was right. They did not have the power to pick and choose who received divine intervention. Maedryn lowered his eyes, the barely audible acquiescence said with an edge of resentment, "I promise."