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no one tells you how beautiful the Heavens look from down here...
There’s something so completely novel yet so indulgently pleasing about being on Earth. While Racham wanted to be in Heaven, with all his might, serving right alongside the Great Creator, he liked it down here. The sun was always so pleasantly bright and warm against his skin, the grass always felt like a wonderful cushion beneath his feet. Ultimately, living on Earth wasn’t the worst thing ever as some Celestials might’ve made it seem.
When he established himself on Earth in an area that would eventually be called Seoul, South Korea, Racham took on a more familiar name to humans, Isaac. He learned their ways, became an herbal pharmacist and enjoyed helping where he could. He especially liked making flowers for some of his sickest visitors or those who journeyed far for his aid.
Anywhere from feeding hungry children in the streets to offering protection to those in most need of it. But soon, humans began to advance at a rapid pace.
While the advancement may have taken a little longer to hit Seoul, when it did, it was like wildfire. Indoor plumbing, electricity, carriages, cars, trains, planes–all hitting so quickly that Racham was startled at how unrecognizable everything was becoming around him on Earth. The soft grass that cushioned his feet became hard concrete and rough asphalt. The air he loved breathing in so deep became toxic and thick with other pollutants. Water wasn’t even safe to admire anymore.
And just as he began to think of ways he could help humans adjust to all of these changes, to help God’s beloved creatures as he was meant to, he received notice. Celestials were to return to the Heavens. The message also stated that Celestials could not interfere with human affairs any longer.
Isaac was torn, heart askew. Humans were helpless without their intercession. They needed them just as much as Celestials needed humans. And so he pled, with anyone who would listen in the Heavens.
"Humans need us now more than they ever have!” he desperately begged. “The world is broadening for them, they’re connecting with people thousands of miles away which is great but ushers in problems. They need protection, guidance. We must stay with them.”
His concerns were seen as fear-mongering and “typical” for someone who’s lived too long on Earth. “It’s all you know,” his superiors told him.
And so, miserably, he watched the years tick by without any fanfare. This was truly what it means to die, he thought to himself. An immortal sitting in a gilded mausoleum in the skies, watching human catastrophe after human catastrophe.
He couldn’t be sure how long he sat up there before he decided to escape back to Earth. Would he meddle in human affairs? Perhaps. Was he about to break many rules? Yes, but as a human once sagely said, “It’s better to act decisively and ask forgiveness later than to seek approval to act and risk delay.”
Yes, he was afraid that his absence would be noticed and they’d be looking for him at any moment, but Racham truly believed this was the right thing to do and if he could just show them, his superiors would reconsider this mandate to have Celestials off of Earth.
Racham returned to Earth and did what he could to help where it was needed. But so much had changed and the need for aid was so overwhelming that he wasn’t sure he knew how to keep up or how to best help anyone anymore. So much of the wounds were beneath the surface. The side effects of war, loneliness, a lost sense of purpose or community or a sickness that never revealed its true face. So much pain among so many different species, it was enough to tighten his chest in an uncomfortable way.
During the first and second wars between vampires and faeries over power, Racham had not once lifted a finger to help either side. This power struggle benefitted no one except the victors. While never physically getting into the war, the angel really had no problem speaking his mind on things like this. The only argument he could remember was with a young vampire, perhaps just a fledgling who was about to take advantage of the power imbalance between he and a human. In his effort to defend her, he may have made an enemy that night, but he didn’t really care. Those with power and in power should use their powers to aid, not harm. And he would always stand by his actions that night.
Just a few weeks later, the celestial was eagerly helping someone who looked to be injured. He’d made medicine blends from herbs and oils he’d gathered on the spot and housed them in the hotel room he was able to book the moment he made it back. For his kindness, the stranger offered to buy him dinner. Racham almost immediately objected but found it hard to deny the stranger when they were so insistent.
They laughed and spoke for what seemed like hours before something felt wrong. He felt…funny. The sensation was one he’d never felt and as he stared in confusion at the stranger, vision blurring and his breathing increasing, choked out a weak plea for help. Were these other Celestials? Was he caught and in trouble?
Forgiveness…he would have to ask for forgiveness. Those were his last thoughts as he faded into unconsciousness.
He woke up later in a cage. Scared, in tears and praying that he could be forgiven. Racahm who’s paperwork and identification only had his human form’s name, Isaac. It took him an entire day to work out that he wasn’t in Heaven and he wasn’t taken by Celestials. He was trapped in the dungeon of a castle and made to be a slave, collar and all.
And that, Racham thought to himself, is how he ushered in his second death...
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