Falling from Grace (Earthian, Raphael/Michael)

It was the hardest decision he’d ever made. It flew against all of society’s traditions, but he wouldn’t be the first, nor the last, to break away. He probably wasn’t even the first person today to break the law, or at least contemplate it. But that wasn’t the important part. He only followed the law because of what it could get him, and he thought he’d reached his zenith. He’d thought he’d been as close as he could get.

If he couldn’t touch the moon then he’d be the sun and cast his light upon it, and know that what he did had some effect even if he was held at a careful distance.

But being the sun wasn’t good enough anymore. It never had been, but at least society had let him pretend. Now society was falling apart and he was falling with it.

It was a gamble. The Earthians would say he didn’t have a prayer in heaven. He knew prayer wouldn’t help him. All he had was the actions of a few rebellious kids and hope. It was a faint hope, but it was there, breeding in a corner of his chest like a sick disease and he’d regret it forever if he didn’t at least try.

No one had ever accuse him of lacking in courage. Now was his chance to prove them right. Still, a lifetime of loyalty was hard to turn away from, but he couldn’t keep pretending anymore.

He didn’t want to.