During one of his ventures he happened to see another angel dashing in the air, cleaving the winds in half with his giant scimitar. He watches for a few minutes before his presence is realised by the angel. He walks forward asking for the angel’s name.
“Zakaratiel but I prefer Zakar” the angel replied and in turn Aramiel said his own also saying that he prefers Aram.
And with that, the two angels became brothers.
Their bodies may have been that of young adults but their minds were still childlike. They explored the vastness of Heaven. They practised with their weapons when they could, Aramiel also learnt to play the flute as a way to learn something of the arts instead of just war. He enjoyed things that didn’t involve violence and war for he might have been born a warrior angel but he knew he could become more than that. Zakar on the other hand was a warrior angel through and through. He relished in the art of war and warfare. Aram sometimes envied him and sometimes pitied him.
When humanity was first created Aram was someone who envied them for unlike the angelic beings, humans were gifted with a soul, something many of the angels took as an insult for what right would creatures with short lives that is a mere blink to an angel’s.
Dissent rises among the angelic ranks with the Morningstar at the centre of it all. The Morningstar believes that humanity are not worthy of their cause and stages a plan to usurp the Creator. He gathers a large amount of the angels leading the rebellion. Aramiel as a loyal angel of the Creator, fights against the Morningstar’s army. He of course resented the fact that the fragile beings as humans were given a soul. The one thing that the angels of heaven were not given. But it was not his place nor the other’s, to challenge the will and decisions of the Creator.
During the preparation of war, Aram looked for his brother but was unable to, not with the amount of angels flying from one point to another all for the war. And so he prepared. His heart would beat at the thought of war. It might have been what he was born to do, but he did not always feel the energy of war that comes with it, not unlike the other warrior-born angels who relished upon battle.
When the great battle ensued, Aram was mortified, the idea of battle no longer had any sort of fantasised appeal as the onslaught of brother upon brother filled the great perfection that was heaven. Blood painted all that was, the streams, the grass, and the trees. Nowhere was safe from the pool of blood.
And yet there Aram was, in the centre of the battle, his brother on the ground, their cold lifeless bodies stare into the darkened sky. He clutches his swords at his sides, his stance like a tiger prepared to pounce upon its target. He watches the horizon, both armies’ number dwindling to small amounts. He sees two angels supporting another angel, appearing to escape the army but his senses tell him to confront the trio. As he goes closer he sees the red that streaked the tips of their wings, the symbol of allegiance to the Morningstar.
“Halt defactors!” He shouts at them.
They stop. The two angels lower the third and Aram’s breath stop as he realizes who the third one was; his brother, Zakar.
“Zakar? How? How could you?”
“How? How could YOU side with humanity! The gift of a soul was denied to us…US, the most perfect of all of His creations! And he gives it to them? Fragile bodies of the earth, while we of the light are denied? No, the Morningstar is right, and we will not be silenced” Zakar replies back.
“Well I cannot let you leave this place”
“I am sorry to say, but you have no say in the matter” Zakar said as he turns away limping, the two angels returning to support him.
Aram tries to go after him but it was as if his feet were glued to the ground as if magik…but he knew it wasn’t. He knew it was his own weakness, his own fault that he was unable to go after his brother. He knew plenty of brothers fought each other during this was…but he was just unable to. And he knew that this would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Great sadness befalls him for what he was unable to do.