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D3 - It Stops with Me

The sun traced its path across the sky over and over and over again, and not one of its journeys mattered. The Firstborn of the Angelic Host rarely concerned himself with time throughout his existence. He was born before that phenomenon even existed fully, and his neverending search for answers left no room for such trifling detail. The Eternal Conflict had forced him to be more aware of its passing, true, but overall Malthael had never been a slave of time. Especially not now when— Malthael clamped down on that thought. Think nothing. Feel nothing. He remained unmoving in his chair, among these thick, primitively-built walls. He dimly registered the scholar demonspawn, Abd al-Hazir moving about occasionally, trying to talk to Malthael, but the angel refused to rise to the outside world. He had been the First Note of Anu once, and now he was the ultimate failure. A speck of dust should have had more say in the flow of Creation than he did. He had ruined all that was his