For the longest time, Zufiel roamed the heavens ever since he watched the Earth shift into balance. He watched the streams come to life, the ancient beasts who roamed the Earth and the meteorite that took life as well as birthed the new beginning of the human race. Zufiel was almost the last of the 8 brothers that took part as they moulded and shaped the Earth on a lonely night. 

“Zufiel.” He watched the oldest of them all beckon for him to come closer. His oldest brother was a dashing and handsome man, weaving light and day, casting them over the shadows, banishing all evils that took part in the night. 

“Yes, my brother?” Zufiel approaches respectfully.

“What have you been doing the past few millenniums?” He taps his fingers patiently on his golden throne he made out of the golden, glistening yet broiling hot sun. 

“I— I apologise for my lack-lustreless.” 

“Walk the Earth.” His brother commands, and Zufiels staggers in his stance as he prepares to beg his brother for leniency. 

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