Narration(Rafe): Worlds away I looked down upon the earth.

Narration(Rafe): The whole realm was bathed in blood…screaming from the ground for justice.

Narration(Rafe): I had realized with horror that mankind had not been their own oppressors.

Narration(Rafe): And before God in heaven I brought charges against those who had been my closest friends. I named their names before the Father of All. Azazel…scapegoat….Semjaza….family…

Narration(Rafe): …what they most desired. I accused them before the throne of light and pleaded for mercy for mankind who they ground to dust beneath their feet. It was granted and I was to execute the sentence.

Narration(Rafe): I threw the stones. I buried them in the desert, in Kore’s desert, tears streaming down my face to streak the dust.

Narration(Rafe): The others had panicked at their sentence and had sent a messenger to plead with God, to beg forgiveness.

Narration(Rafe): The answer had been delivered to the stunned reprobates by their favorite prophet: Never shall you find peace.

Narration(Rafe): I covered my face as I carried out the sentence, shielding my eyes from the beautiful searching faces of the daughters of men…

Narration(Rafe): …lest I too should be overcome with temptation and fall like lightning from the heavens.

Narration(Rafe): In all my days I’ll never forget the sunken ones. For their allotted five hundred years afterwards they moved upon the earth as wraiths, veiled and weeping, the broken, mighty host.

Narration(Rafe): Qureshi had sounded so honest.