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Love is something humans perfected. No doubt the Divine created it but humans took it, molded it, stretched it, honed it, and handled it until it was shiny and beautiful. They still need some help with it every once in a while, but they took a raw idea, a raw material and made it into something exquisite, diverse, useful as it is beautiful.
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You'd loved watching the ways humanity loved, it was your job after all. You are the divine arrow, the bow arch, the pull of the string, the tightness in one's chest, the gasp through the lungs, that little voice saying “oh,” the softening of a face in the dim light. Cherubim supreme, angel on high, prince slayer, beast tamer, rose tinted glasses. Cupid. Well, not cupid anymore, not specifically. You are the Cherubim supreme in charge of love but cupid hasn't been your direct epitaph for a while. That's probably the last time you were on earth for so long too, when you were cupid. And the 70s. Free love man.
You shake your head. There's a reason you haven’t been down there recently. You keep weaving, writing, crafting, and destroying according to the Dominions’ council and “god’s” design, but it isn't the same. The joy and wonder have long been taken from the job. Plus generally speaking, your job is unimportant. Your siblings have told you so. Made it clear that love was not all.
Sure, without your guidance, regulation, what might the world look like? With no love? No tender love and care? You gave that to humanity. Well maybe not you originally and what they turned it into! Oh! The divine made love but humans, oh humans, perfected it. Took it and molded and twisted and shaped and separated and grew the concept till it was so much more than originally intended. And you'd been put in charge of it! It had been bliss, the first several centuries, to orchestrate and plan and create new ways for people to show love, be loved, make love. It was all great fun with a greater, beloved(to excuse the almost pun) purpose. Then of course you'd come crashing down again. Hadn't left heaven since. Barely left your office. It was comfortable there. Quiet. You could still do your job, make judgments and tools for the lower choirs to do their jobs(or do your job for you). Life was maybe less vibrant these days but it was less risky too. You may not have had a soul like a human's, a heart like a human's, but that didn't mean you couldn't be shattered on the rocks that made a universe that just didn't care. Ironic, considering you helped run that universe.
Even so, humans don't need you to feel love. It's part of them, a gift for all time, love in all its forms, passion, admiration, romance, friendship, the thing that causes painters to paint and the viewers to weep when they see the finished piece. They feel all that on their own. They haven't needed you in a long, long time. It was better that you stayed away.
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