The Untold War, scene 87
Then on the second day, when the skin of our slane Leviathan made tent-cover for God’s righteous men and told back the all blood red light of the sun above battle, Gadriel, Commander of Fallen Legions, summoned me up to the line of the One Great War. Andras the Marquis and his legions at left, all pools of shadow full with the destructive wishes of lesser minded beasts at right, Gadriel called out my name again. And through thunder and rage and all manner of war I went, but then for once and all every thing great made way — a path of flesh and bone to lead me.
Gadriel made no means for me to respond and instead before I had found myself at his feet, began to command me. “You are he who walks in life’s shadow always. You shall go beset aside no human friend and at the head of no legion. For shadow there can be no open conflict. I set you instead, to burn. A mind of fire– to show man a death only as merciful as man has shown you life. Leave no air at waste and watch each piece of them succumb to dark, immortal flame. When then that only ash remains of man may you return. Go, in the name of the serpent.”