The first step on the path
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thefirstfallenIt had been five years since Raziel had first come to Uruk, and in that time, it had become a monthly thing for him. His brothers often joked that Raziel was becoming more Assyrian than Heavenly, and even though it was said in jest, he felt they were entirely right. He felt more at home learning from the people in Inanna's kingdom, and listening to her brother's tales of being an ambassador to distant lands and pantheons. He was surprised, delighted and intrigued by their way of life. While their kind had great powers, they didn't have defined tasks. Asmodey - known to some as Pazuzu - was seen as both a malevolent force, and yet as a protector of mankind. Inanna was the same way, seen as destructive as well as creative. It was so unlike the Host, where everyone had a specific purpose, and they were specifically benevolent. Most of the Angels, however, saw only the malevolent side of the Assyrians and considered them poor leaders of mankind.
Raziel disagreed with his brethren. These people were wondrous. Balanced. Extremely complex, and beautiful. In his mind, he started to see the Host as severely simple, one-dimensional, shallow creatures. His brothers were the only ones that seemed to him to have any amount of personality anymore, and even then, they were painfully dull in comparison to the vibrant, wonderful Babylonians. To speak nothing of the creatures in Eden. He'd become completely disgusted by Adam, and his woman, Eve. They were beyond simple. He couldn't love mankind as he loved his own kind, as he loved the Assyrians, and most of all, as he loved YHWH. Despite the fact that his creator had seemingly lied to their kind and said that they were the only ones in the world, he loved his God. ... But he'd found that he was starting to love God less and less, in comparison to the love he had for the dark, graceful, enchanting goddess that had tucked a flower behind his ear that first day.
He was in Heaven at the moment, dictating his latest discoveries to Kerubiel, a Cherub who spent a great deal of time doing specifically that - writing down Raziel's every thought - when the Metatron slipped into the hall. Raziel smiled and bowed his head to God's spokesperson, and told Kerubiel to wait for him, before slipping out to speak with the Metatron.
"Word's getting around, Raziel, that you've been shirking your duties as Adam's teacher." Said the Metatron, clearly expecting a reason for it.
"What more could I teach Adam? He knows all that he needs to know, most of what I taught him won't even be necessary if he stays in Eden." Raziel sighed and shook his head, "And even if he and Eve were to go out of the Garden, they would be certain to be taken in by the people of Uruk or Babylon. I have nothing I can teach to them that they wouldn't learn on their own. Despite that, I don't know all that there is to know, and that's what I'm doing. If I am to teach their young sons when they grow old enough to learn..." He was cut off by the Metatron.
"Raziel, you're going against orders. You're not doing what you were asked. And you know what's more... In this time, you've been told to treat them as you treat God." The Metatron scolded, his words coming out choppy and bitter.
"I cannot do that! God himself decreed that there are no creatures that equal him, and that no creature should equal him in our hearts." He reminded The Metatron, "If I were to do as was asked by God, it would still be going against God's word. So I will not do that."
"So what do you intend to do?" The Metatron said, less formally, clearly seeming suddenly unnerved by the whole discussion. Nobody had simply defied orders before.
"I intend to speak to God himself. I know that's why you're here, but you are only his lips, not his ears. I'll resolve this between He and I."
What he didn't tell the Metatron, was that something started becoming more important than the Creator to him, five years ago. It was more than just Inanna's exceeding grace and wisdom, but the knowledge that she bestowed upon him that there was more out there that he simply didn't know. And it made him want to learn more. Learn all that he could. Hang teaching, he couldn't rightly do that unless he knew of what he spoke.
Raziel disagreed with his brethren. These people were wondrous. Balanced. Extremely complex, and beautiful. In his mind, he started to see the Host as severely simple, one-dimensional, shallow creatures. His brothers were the only ones that seemed to him to have any amount of personality anymore, and even then, they were painfully dull in comparison to the vibrant, wonderful Babylonians. To speak nothing of the creatures in Eden. He'd become completely disgusted by Adam, and his woman, Eve. They were beyond simple. He couldn't love mankind as he loved his own kind, as he loved the Assyrians, and most of all, as he loved YHWH. Despite the fact that his creator had seemingly lied to their kind and said that they were the only ones in the world, he loved his God. ... But he'd found that he was starting to love God less and less, in comparison to the love he had for the dark, graceful, enchanting goddess that had tucked a flower behind his ear that first day.
He was in Heaven at the moment, dictating his latest discoveries to Kerubiel, a Cherub who spent a great deal of time doing specifically that - writing down Raziel's every thought - when the Metatron slipped into the hall. Raziel smiled and bowed his head to God's spokesperson, and told Kerubiel to wait for him, before slipping out to speak with the Metatron.
"Word's getting around, Raziel, that you've been shirking your duties as Adam's teacher." Said the Metatron, clearly expecting a reason for it.
"What more could I teach Adam? He knows all that he needs to know, most of what I taught him won't even be necessary if he stays in Eden." Raziel sighed and shook his head, "And even if he and Eve were to go out of the Garden, they would be certain to be taken in by the people of Uruk or Babylon. I have nothing I can teach to them that they wouldn't learn on their own. Despite that, I don't know all that there is to know, and that's what I'm doing. If I am to teach their young sons when they grow old enough to learn..." He was cut off by the Metatron.
"Raziel, you're going against orders. You're not doing what you were asked. And you know what's more... In this time, you've been told to treat them as you treat God." The Metatron scolded, his words coming out choppy and bitter.
"I cannot do that! God himself decreed that there are no creatures that equal him, and that no creature should equal him in our hearts." He reminded The Metatron, "If I were to do as was asked by God, it would still be going against God's word. So I will not do that."
"So what do you intend to do?" The Metatron said, less formally, clearly seeming suddenly unnerved by the whole discussion. Nobody had simply defied orders before.
"I intend to speak to God himself. I know that's why you're here, but you are only his lips, not his ears. I'll resolve this between He and I."
What he didn't tell the Metatron, was that something started becoming more important than the Creator to him, five years ago. It was more than just Inanna's exceeding grace and wisdom, but the knowledge that she bestowed upon him that there was more out there that he simply didn't know. And it made him want to learn more. Learn all that he could. Hang teaching, he couldn't rightly do that unless he knew of what he spoke.
