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The Sealed File: Document 1
By Genevieve "Maya" Cogman
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THIS FILE IS SEALED BY THE HAND AND SIGN OF THE PRINCE OF THE GAME
The following letter was found among the possessions of Amrath, Malakite of
Eli, in the aftermath of the investigation of the subterranean mushroom
Technology/sorcery plot 10abdj.6 (see relevant dossier) and associated
clean-up work by the Servitors of our Master (see statements in relevant
dossier). It was passed up to the highest levels due to certain curious
statements in the narrative, and has since been classified as non-existent.
Anybody who shows knowledge of this letter is to be reported, priority
alpha-two-alpha.
My beloved brother in Creation,
I think it is time to mention certain details which I and some of your other
elder siblings tend to keep rather private. This is for the good of Heaven,
believe me: some things should be taken on faith, and others should be not
too widely known.
Yes, yes, I know: now you will call me a doomsayer and ninny, as is your
wont. Believe me when I say that I treasure these incidences of good humor
and merriment on your part, and I know the true affection you hold for me
and for all the other Seraphim of our Lord, despite your frequent cries that
we all need to -- what was that phrase -- loosen up? Very well, I will relax
the tightness of my thinking -- ha, ha -- and get down to business.
To wit -- the Purity Crusade, and your recent inflammatory comments. Yes,
yes, I know that there are certain, shall we say, distasteful elements about
it? That you, like so many younger angels, find yourself aghast at the
populist images of sweet little spirits of nature being brutally massacred
by the angels of Purity. I will admit this happened.
However, there was a reason for that, and one which all the Archangels
understood. And the tragedy of the matter is -- Uriel was stopped too
soon.
Let me continue. Our Archangel is the Archangel of Creation. Briefly put, he
encompasses the physical world -- that is, the entire Corporeal plane, all
that has been and is created -- and in a similar way, his mind encompasses
that which we term the Marches. (I know that you were not told this before.
Think about why, in your copious spare time which you would otherwise spend
upon those abominable little scraps of fish and wasabi and rice which you
claim to call good eating.) Now, you will probably point out that the
Ethereals, as creations of man, should not harm his mind -- on the contrary,
they should only strengthen it!
This is true. However, when humans begin to worship such constructions, such
false gods -- leaving aside the obvious reasons why we should object to
their souls being led away from God, the All-Highest, he who created heaven
and earth -- they allowed their souls to be drawn into the Marches upon
death, miniature sacrifices to these eidolons of vanity. Like encysted
tumours, like malignant carcinomas, these "Ethereals" and their very homes
fed upon the substance of human souls now forever imprisoned within their
boundaries.
And they grew.
Uriel's Crusade was not merely a blow against false faiths: it was an
attempt to reclaim trapped souls, bound by their own ignorance and folly,
prevented from ever ascending to the Higher Heavens and turning towards the
true light of God. And in that attempt, it was also an essay to cleanse the
mind of the Archangel of Creation from the growing sicknesses and foul
masses which were forming and expanding therein. Ah, my brother, do not
think to compare these to such imaginings as that detective of whom you are
so fond -- Solar Pons, is that the name? -- or other fancies which give rise
to dreams. Humans do not sacrifice their souls to such beliefs: they love
them, they delight in them, they create them, and by doing so give praise to
the Words of our Lord and of the Lady Blandine, but they do not give their
souls to them in both life and death.
Alas, Uriel's attempt was a noble failure. His remit and range grew too
broad, and he struck down mere imaginings rather than managing to cleanse
all the true cankers of corruption. Archangels such as Jordi and Blandine
stood in his way -- though you may have noticed, in the records, the absence
of any mention of our Lord, who one might have thought would be among
those most concerned -- and ultimately God himself reached forth his hand
and bid the matter stay.
And now, my brother in Creation, what is there to say? What indeed? You will
have heard that the Archangel who created us has of late placed many of us
with other masters, and has himself been behaving -- somewhat more
irrationally than was his wont. For that reason, I and certain of my
siblings who are old enough to know of these matters have decided to speak
to you -- and to a few others, as well. The truth must be remembered, for I
fear that soon the time will be hard upon us when the Archangel of Creation...
No. I shall not utter such words, such possibilities. God guide the truth
that is in me, and give me grace to share it with you, my brother in
Creation.
Be wary and be vigilant, oh Virtue, for I am afraid of what the future may
bring.
Alexi, Seraph of Creation
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