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God's aren't forbidden to have relations with with mortals, it's how many came to being.but to God's an angel falling in love is a sign of failure ,not good enough to reach starhood they crafted a being to be perfect to show that they themselves are perfect.

the god of wind did not quite think this way ,love was important in his mind and he believed everything in someway should feel it. he made an angel, copper, without the purpose of becoming a star, he gave him blemishes on his back ,sun bleached lavender hair not too dissimilar from his own hair , eyes like a deer in the headlights, a short body, the capacity feelings, and all in a copper base. to the god the boy was perfect and before it could even open its eyes the god had declared it his son. "my little nebula" he called it, but it still didn't have a soul the boy that tailed him everywhere was just a husk of what he could be, but before one could be acquired
the world froze
bodies dropped to the ground, they weren't alive but nor were they dead they just stopped. with a lack of souls to make angels to solve the problem the God of wind sent his copper angel to earth on a spear to bind the soul of whoever it landed on to the angel .
it struck a unlucky racer frozen after his first 3rd place win and thus copper could finally mature into the wind God's vision of him. for all of that to happen the wind god had to pull alot of strings to convince the other gods to allow him to do such a thing "what's with all his imperfections?" "perfection is subjective " "why are his wings the color of copper ?" " when cured correctly many elements can look like that of copper " he had side stepped many questions "how has he lived such a long life? " "he's only a husk without a soul, this mission could fix this situation "all so he could a being he filled with love love.

if only they had dined together more often

even after copper completely his mission the other God's still punished him. his feathers live under the stump he once enjoyed the sun on and his body now lays in his chamber in the wind God's palace a room where it's never cold and the walls are painted with his once warm glow.

I kill off the characters I hold dear to me

Description
God's aren't forbidden to have relations with with mortals, it's how many came to being.but to God's an angel falling in love is a sign of failure ,not good enough to reach starhood they crafted a being to be perfect to show that they themselves are perfect.

the god of wind did not quite think this way ,love was important in his mind and he believed everything in someway should feel it. he made an angel, copper, without the purpose of becoming a star, he gave him blemishes on his back ,sun bleached lavender hair not too dissimilar from his own hair , eyes like a deer in the headlights, a short body, the capacity feelings, and all in a copper base. to the god the boy was perfect and before it could even open its eyes the god had declared it his son. "my little nebula" he called it, but it still didn't have a soul the boy that tailed him everywhere was just a husk of what he could be, but before one could be acquired
the world froze
bodies dropped to the ground, they weren't alive but nor were they dead they just stopped. with a lack of souls to make angels to solve the problem the God of wind sent his copper angel to earth on a spear to bind the soul of whoever it landed on to the angel .
it struck a unlucky racer frozen after his first 3rd place win and thus copper could finally mature into the wind God's vision of him. for all of that to happen the wind god had to pull alot of strings to convince the other gods to allow him to do such a thing "what's with all his imperfections?" "perfection is subjective " "why are his wings the color of copper ?" " when cured correctly many elements can look like that of copper " he had side stepped many questions "how has he lived such a long life? " "he's only a husk without a soul, this mission could fix this situation "all so he could a being he filled with love love.

if only they had dined together more often

even after copper completely his mission the other God's still punished him. his feathers live under the stump he once enjoyed the sun on and his body now lays in his chamber in the wind God's palace a room where it's never cold and the walls are painted with his once warm glow.

I kill off the characters I hold dear to me