Thread:Mirrordeath/@comment-32173693-20170717190929/@comment-32027406-20170718041904

Visor-Tamut fell. Is the end? the Nephalem wondered, as he fell. Time was meaningless here; he felt as if he could go on forever. Was this death for angels? Then strong arms gripped him. With armor we will clad you. Armor appeared over his body, white and gold and gleaming in the eternal evening light. With wings we will grant you. Four pairs of white wings came out of his back, ripping away the devil wing that had been placed there as a result of Lilith's machinations. With power we shall grant you. His monstrous form ripped away, leaving only his old form, handsome and beautiful. But he also felt something else- the power and visage of a star. That, Visor-Tamil realized, is my true form now. So that you may return to the Heavens' grace, to do good and justice to all who would need it. The meaningless existence ripped away, and Visor-Tamut was thrown back into reality as a senior Power of Heaven.