Esoteric
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And the Angels came for Her
Down on wings of fire come the Seraphim
Chanting heavens praise
Helms shine bronze on brows knit dark with fury
Arms spread wide, Asriel greets the newborn of his kin
On his eight pair wings shine flames iridescent
Wheresoever his feet take their rest, the pale lilies blossom
Eerie in their silent praise
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"It's well within the circle now!
Asriel! The Angel Of Death!
My god what have we done?"
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On the floor, a circle of salt.
The four holy names of power inscribed at each point of direction.
The blood of an innocent spilled in the center.
Hanging from dark beams high above, gold and bone fashioned into hooks hang on threads of sinew.
This is a trap.
A trap for the Lord Asriel.
An attempt to contain the Angel of Death.
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QADOSCH QADOSCH QADOSCH ADONAI ELOHIM TZABAOTH
QADOSCH QADOSCH QADOSCH ADONAI ELOHIM TZABAOTH
QADOSCH QADOSCH QADOSCH ADONAI ELOHIM TZABAOTH
So scream the voices most holy.
So screams Asriel into the night.
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