The Angels can assume many terrible forms, some incomprehensible on the visual spectrum, others so abhorrent it hurts to look upon them. The one they captured with the tesseract vault at the site in Iran has a constant rotation of psychologically screened personnel to keep it contained, with an average one-hundred percent turnover of six months. Ramiel, they call it. The lightning it produces strikes the walls of the vault so furiously that half the country frequently experiences total blackouts.
The first of its kind to be captured for more than a moment.
That’s what makes the one in France so troubling. Verchiel isn’t contained in a vault like Ramiel. It’s visitation has lasted over a month now, whereas most visitations last little longer than a few minutes. The longest after Verchiel’s was twenty-eight minutes by Daniel in 2008.
Verchiel’s presence has drawn people from all over the world to gaze upon it. The forms it chooses are terrible, as are all Angels, but in a painfully beautiful way. It has inspired hope in some and a fanatical fervour in others, whose myriad cults grow day by day. Strange and violent incidents are spreading throughout Normandy.
Some say now that the angel is not named Verchiel and that it’s self-proclamation was a lie. But Angel’s cannot lie. At least, not the ones that have visited us can’t. There are whispers in the cultists arrested by authorities, a singular name that links their disparate ramblings. Rahab. One of the Fallen.
Paddy Dobson
30th January 2023