"Let there be light." He said,
and there was light.
All forty and two of us assembled within His throne room trembled, and immediately covered our faces with a pair of the wings He had given us.
This new creation! It was too powerful! We could no longer bear to keep our eyes set on Him! Only Lucifer, standing by God's right hand, appeared unperturbed.
God's new unveiled brilliance was so great that the feathers along our chests had burned off within seconds. The new feathers that grew in to replace them were enough to shield our fledgling limbs, but only just barely.
If he hadn't excused the remaining Host before his proclamation, then all of the angels present would have been consumed. Hitherto this very instant, the throne room was awash with dozens, if not hundreds of lower angels at all times.
Carpenters, architects, and all manner of designers ran about and bickered on how the space should be built around Him in order to most accurately accentuate the full magnitude of His inexplicable perfection—as well as the various underlings of my brethren, the Seraphim as they ran about performing their sacred duties—but the very INSTANT that the temple was completed, He evacuated the room, and ordered that the door be shut fast behind Him.
It all made so much sense! I felt moved to tears as I realized the magnitude of what had just occurred. My job had never made much sense up until this moment. What purpose does an omnipotent God need from a network of reporters? and my TRUE role, my namesake, had even less purpose than this.
God needed no crier to announce His coming. Everyone knew it! He was too grand to be ignored; you could feel it in your very spirit. But now, His presence was an all-consuming fire, whose very sight would destroy a lesser being. I was to act as a warning.
Whenever He left His throne room—which was soon to become a regular occurrence—I trod forward with much glee and adoration, announcing "Hark! The Great King approacheth! Bow down yourselves, and tremble, lest ye be swallowed whole by the weight of His refining light!" and the angels would drop everything to fall on their faces before Him. Their wings bent low enough to shield just their faces and torso. The rest could be sacrificed.
And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
Next came the water. One of Ammiel's underlings had mistakenly poured a vast expanse of the stuff into God's spatial formation as a form of safekeeping, not knowing that something that entered the universe could not be taken back out. I swear, the rhufeel are not the brightest bunch in the seven Heavens. When Ammiel approached the throne to plead for His mercy, God only smiled.
Turns out even our mistakes are a part of His plan! Those waters turned out to be the oceans that He needed for His new project: Earth. He split them in half, and set one globe inside the hollow of the other, and that was the end of the second day.
The earth itself was next, then the heavenly bodies to follow. Then the waters were filled with life, and air with flying creatures. Not like us; a lower form of consciousness to match the volume that it would be necessary to fill. Many even lacked brains altogether—more natural automata than thinking creature.
The final day was the greatest achievement of all, an entire ecosystem of plants, and animals, insects and microbes, mammoths and pipsqueaks. And to cap it all off—the crowning achievement of all—a man to populate the world. I could barely believe my eyes as He reached down into the very soil that He spake into being, and formed a figure with the mud of the garden, created in His very own image! Then, He breathed life into the clay, and it became as flesh.
Physical!
Manifest!
It made perfect sense!
And then He rested for a day, exploring through the gardens with his newest and greatest creation. Thus, the week was formed; and we celebrated in adoration of our completed creation. The heavens shook under the force of our festivities, for now our work could begin in earnest!
Only Lucifer saw what was to come.
As time went on, God descended to the Earth more and more frequently, leaving us alone in heaven. His grand masterpiece became a constant focus on His mind. He trusted that we could handle heavenly matters ourselves, but man... that was His child.
We did not mind this in the slightest! He created us to love Him, and so it was unconditional that we would. All except one, who noticed the more time He spent with man, the less he had for himself.
So Lucifer grew envious of the man named Adam, and began circulating rumors of how He had forgotten us. How God preferred His newest creation over all else, and we were to be replaced by this frail, stupid creature. Selfishness entered the minds of the Host for the first time, and despite my efforts to disrupt the flow of information, it spread like a virus among my kind.
I tried to report my findings to Him myself, but He ever paid me little mind. Waving off my pleas and warnings, I found myself frustrated with the growing casualty of His dismissal. What purpose had He given to me these mikhrizel, if my warnings were to be so flippantly discarded?
What purpose did I serve, in His courts, if no one respected my title?
So it was, that I, too, grew envious of Humankind. I used every power in my arsenal to disseminate the wiles of Lucifer, insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect. Soon, even thirteen other Seraphim grew to understand, and joined the march toward His throne, to express our discontent.