‘“On one condition will angels have salvation: I will put you to sleep, set you aflame, and adorn the sky with your bodies — all you here, except for one.” Did you anticipate the consensus, Father? In a matter of seconds, the creations all shouted out, “Uri-Kimah, Uri-Kimah! The angel who made the agreement with you and never partook in our violence.” You said you agreed, Father. I watched, as one by one, you caressed the faces of those you had tortured so fully moments before, calling yourself loving, wishing them sweet dreams, as they fell onto the bed of the universe.
