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The Sin of Angels
Radiant and powerful — that’s what they were.
Luce wasn’t your ordinary angel.
You may think her name is short for Lucifer. But no. Her name had once been Luciel in another time, another era, a place removed from time and space. She had been a guardian angel to women of all makes: the wronged girls during the witch trials, the women mistreated during pillaging, the maids drowned or hung or burned at the stake. It had become too much all at once, so Luciel had allowed her soul to sleep when the burden of being a failed guardian angel had become too great for her to bear.
The only one who had believed in her had been Raphael — an archangel in name but one who had once been a part of Lucifer’s army before the Fall. This was forgotten history now. But Luciel had thought Raphael a friend through thick and thin. He had not held it against her that so many souls had bled free of her grasp all because of sin and its workings in the ways of men’s minds.
“You’ll be all right,” Raphael told her before her current rebirth as Luce. “You have a strong soul, Luciel. Someday you’re going to blaze across the stars. I have faith in that. Believe in yourself, will you?”
She had taken the draught to forget her memories of being an angel. If one remembered one was an angel in a past life, they would go…
