Imperfect

He could not find another way. Or perhaps, He did not want to. 

Could a being that was omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent lack options? No. 

But He was tired.

The angels, once His perfect children, had become restless because they were no longer the only creatures in existence. They had to share His love with humans they deemed inferior and even serve them. 

It was not His intention to create conflict. 

When He made man, He wanted the angels to share the joy of watching them with Him. He thought they would learn to enjoy the beauty of their free life and even the ephemeral nature of their existence. 

Even after the Fall of Morning Star and his followers, He thought that the others would learn that earth was simply a tapestry, a piece of art. When perfection was introduced into art, it would lose its beauty. 

But the angels had become more and more obsessed with becoming part of the imperfect art. He did not doubt that if they went to earth, they would try to fix the damage the humans had made to their home. 

But it was not their place. 

He knew they wanted to negotiate the possibility of living between worlds, but it was too dangerous. Angels were made with His divinity, and they were soldiers who craved to see perfection. 

They would change the human world if they stretched their hand to that place where they did not belong. He could not allow them to do so, and he could not allow any more angels to fall. 

Yet, his hope was for both domains to live by their original design. Despite the angels' thoughts, He made both heaven and earth as a reflection of his heart. They were all good in His eyes.

But as long as He was there to always watch over them, the beauty would never be true. 

If He had learned anything from the humans He created, it was that the value of art would rise in value once the artist died. Some humans believed that it was because the artist could never create new pieces, driving up the cost. 

But He knew. 

Without the artist, the art was limitless. 

The artist could not speak about his thoughts and feelings or even their state of mind when they created the piece. Therefore, every human who gazed at the art or listened to the music would create a story about it. 

They would imagine what artists must have been thinking as they mixed their paints, chose marble for their sculptor or hummed a tune in their homes as they prepared to compose a masterpiece. 

The art became a living entity with the imagination of those who experienced the art. In a way, artists created universes, not just one world with their pieces. But that only happened when they allowed their work to speak for itself. 

He had never truly allowed His art to be free because of His existence. 

Angels and humans knew of Him and His power. 

Therefore, their thoughts and actions were dictated by what they knew or believed about Him. He had watched for millennia while they used their imagination of who He was, and instead of good things, their thoughts only led to disasters. 

The humans started wars in His name, each side thinking they understood him more than the other. 

The same groups oppressed those who should have been protected because they believed some were superior to others. 

Even in the current age of accessibility, the world is still filled with those who choose to cling to their ignorance in His name so that they can keep lording their power and suppressing those who cannot protect themselves. 

He could not, would not, change His mind and force His righteous will on the humans. He also would not punish the angels because they felt neglected and owed the world they did not understand. 

He was the unchanging. 

But He was willing to give up on His life and let both domains thrive independent of His will. The humans would realise He was no longer in existence with time. It would take a long time, but they would figure out they were on their own. 

The angels would no longer have to be guardians to the humans. Instead, they would be confined to the beautiful heaven. They would not get the changing earth they desired, but they could change heaven as they wished without His interference. 

The only one he worried about was the angel 

"Then, I will do as you please." 

'Extinguishing me will cause you to fall from heaven. You will be the last fallen angel on earth.'

The angel smiled. "I know. I am honoured to fulfil your final wish for peace upon your creation. My sacrifice does not compare to yours."

As He looked at Tristan, He wondered if what he felt was the guilt that humans talked about. He always considered Tristan His most imperfect creation. He was the last angel made, just before the creation of humans. 

He was not a true angel because he was the precursor of humans. After creating him, He placed him in the Garden of Life where no one could enter. Since Tristan could talk to no one, He could share divine secrets from above and below the universe.

Including how to kill Him if it became necessary…

He never feared betrayal from this creature He created. It was not only because Tristan could not meet with anyone. It was that it was not in his nature to do it. Tristan, unlike the others, had free will. 

He had never been commanded as a soldier. He could not be forced to follow His will. Even his actions in the garden were of his volition. And agreeing to extinguish the Eternal Flame, was also his choice. 

He was not even sure He ever understood Tristan despite their conversations. He was unique in his existence and mind. He could only hope that the earth would be kind to a creature they did not deserve. 

A flicker of thought came to him. 

He could not influence the world once the flame was extinguished, but he could leave a beacon on Tristan to ensure that he was found by the most powerful of the fallen. He might have the darkest wings, but he was once Morning Star.

He would not resist the allure of sunshine that clung to Tristan like a second skin.

It was the only gift He could give to the angel He could call a friend.

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So, it came to pass…

The angels waited for Him to respond to the Final Rebellion, but all they felt was heaven tremble before the loss of the divine light. Then, the shackles of His command fell from their souls.

The beautiful one from the garden, who did not belong to either heaven or earth, severed the domains by extinguishing the Eternal Flame.

And he plummeted to earth as heaven rejected him for committing the greatest sin since the dawn of time. 

He killed Him.