Melancholy - Melancholie Der Engel Aka The Angels

Luziel turned. For a moment, the priest saw not a man but a column of pale fire, and in that fire, a face of terrible, gentle sorrow.

It began not with a fall, but with a sigh. Melancholie der engel AKA The Angels Melancholy

“You are no man,” the priest said. His voice was dry as old paper. Luziel turned

“Are you dying?” asked the priest.

One evening—if eternity can have an evening—Luziel folded his six wings and descended. He did not rebel like Lucifer, with fire and fury. He simply left. He fell slowly, like a snowflake deciding to become mud. “You are no man,” the priest said

On the last morning, the priest found him lying in the church—a roofless ruin where moss grew over the altar.

And in a universe of indifferent stars, that was everything.