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[godsspeed]

@whatisthis

This device is meant to be a means of long-distance communication. It seems remarkably impractical.

Regardless, if you leave me a 'message' I will do my best to respond.

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[godsspeed]

One of my brothers. He once secreted away to Earth and adopted the guise of a human man named Enoch. When I heard someone by that name was here I thought he might be doing it again.

[devoutish]

He was written about in the holy books, yeah? THe name sounds familiar to me, but I couldn't recall the stories.

[godsspeed]

Yes. There were a few humans who were there to bear witness when we found him on Earth and called him back to Heaven. They mistook it for a man transforming into an angel, rather than an angel shedding his disguise, and wrote about it under that assumption.

Or at least, that's how it happened in the world I used to preside over. I think things went very differently for the Enoch I met here.

[devoutish]

Even angels have got their different multiverses. Mm. Can't quite wrap my head around that one.

[godsspeed]

God made many separate universes, all with different rules, and angels - at least ones of my Heavenly Sphere and rank - were generally not meant to leave the ones we were tailor-made to serve. It's still a little odd to think that in one of them, the Scribe of God started life as a mortal man, though.

[ Not to mention all the other differences Enoch has mentioned. But that's not something he really wants to get into at the moment. ]

[devoutish]

It's all-- I dunno, I feel like this chance to talk to you is wasted on me. Others would get more from it than I do.

[godsspeed]

If it's any consolation I don't usually have any answers to the kinds of questions my siblings and I are normally asked. It's not as much of a waste as you might think.

[devoutish]

"What is God's purpose for me", that sort of thing?

[godsspeed]

That's a very common one, yes. Most of the time I'm either not allowed to answer or I just don't know enough to say beyond the vaguest of terms. It's made for a few frustrating conversations. For everyone involved.

[devoutish]

I'll tell you what, mate. You tell me what not to ask, and I won't.

[godsspeed]

You can ask whatever you like. I just can't promise anything.

For what it's worth, I enjoy talking to people. I didn't get to very often, before I arrived here.

[devoutish]

So do I. Well-- not so much lately, I suppose.

[What with the trauma and debilitating depression and all.]

[godsspeed]

I understand. It can be difficult. Especially in times like these. If you want me to leave you to your rest, I can, but thank you for reaching out to me. I'm glad Royce has someone looking after him.

[devoutish]

[He hmmms, but doesn't hang up.]

Who did you talk to, before here?

[godsspeed]

Other angels, mostly. The rest of the Earth garrison and my commanding officers. We spent a lot of time watching humans, but weren't allowed to interact with them at all without explicit orders to do so.

I miss them. I've never been separated from my brothers and sisters for this long before.

[devoutish]

Would it be too impertinent to say I know how you feel?

[godsspeed]

No, it wouldn't. Pack bonding is a key part of the human psyche. I think you form closer bonds with each other than angels do, but it's impossible for me to tell.

[devoutish]

Do you love your siblings?

[godsspeed]

[ There's a slight but noticeable pause before he responds. He has to think about this one. ]

Yes. Even the ones who are... difficult, at times. And even the ones I've never had the chance to speak to personally.

[devoutish]

How many have you got?

[godsspeed]

[ Another pause. If Alfie's listening closely enough he might hear Castiel mumbling to himself, as if he's counting. ]

My Father created eighteen choirs of angels, the first of which consisted of the four Archangels, but each after contained roughly a myriad of myriad angels. It varied, though, depending on when each choir was created and what duties it was meant to serve, and some have suffered heavy casualties over the course of time.

I know all of them by name, though. I could count off the ones who remain, but we could be here for a while if I do.

[devoutish]

Woof. And I thought I had a big family, mate. No, I won't ask you to list them all off.

[godsspeed]

There are a lot of us. Less than there once were, though. [ And with God's long absence, it's possible there will never be any more. It's... sobering to think about. ]

What about your family, though? You're close to them?

[devoutish]

Yeah, I am.

[The family that commits crimes together stays together.]

I haven't been away from them this long since the war.

[godsspeed]

I'm sorry to hear that. Which war would that be?