Nezrakim was inside a warm pool of blood that was beating rhythmically with a heartbeat, a few inches below him, for he was dwelling in the body of a Guardsman. Which was something he could never imagine he could do in his wildest imagination, but the Creator makes everything possible.
His new angelic form was very malleable and although he could turn to shadow, he preferred shifting his flesh into different fantastic configurations. He did not find these new changes in his life jarring, as he understood he was no longer the same as he was before. He was now something new and glorious.
Not only that, but he was now connected to a well of knowledge and power that seemed infinite, and he knew he was just a small part of the Creator's power, he was less than dust, and this did nothing but increase Nezrakim fanaticism, and he wanted to accomplish his first task in a way that would make the Creator turn his sights towards him.
