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The Pact



Auraliel, the Third Light of the Dawn Choir, is also known as The Seraph of Earnest Intent.

He is a high ranking seraph of the Upper Planes, the embodiment of hope at the moment just before certainty. He presides over sacred vows spoken at sunrise, last chances and the quiet aching faith that love will be reciprocated. 

He is handsome, radiant, polite and chronically baffled by me. 

He appears as a towering figure, along, muscular with eyes like the sun seen through tears. His halo is slightly skewed and fractures into sigils when emotionally stressed (which is often, lately.)

He chose me because he believed that my writing was allegorical devotion, but it was not. But here's the problem, it works. My books inspire genuine acts of mercy, lead mortals to swear vows that they mean, and cause paladins to hesitate at crucial moments. 

The Choirs of the Upper Planes calls this "unorthodox efficacy". 

Our Pact Terms (loosely defined) are as follows:

  • Spread hope
  • Encourage bonds of trust
  • Do not *deliberately corrupt celestial doctrine

He communicates with me via notes in the margins of my manuscripts, "this metaphor is unsound", dreams involving the dawn or bells, and  a gentle, slightly chiding voice, "Joyous, please recall the third line of our pact..."

(*The definition of deliberately is under ongoing review)

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