The Prophecy of Jedediah: The Nathaniel Effect

The Servant looked, the destruction, the death, the smoke, it saddened her, but she knew it was the right thing to do, the memory of who she remained, but like the flame of a candle it dwindled, this new personality was growing stronger, the name she wore before stood out, but it wouldn't stand for long, she had some memories, she remembered how she was held, how she burnt the skin, the words of praise given to her was soft on the ears, the same way her wings were soft on her back, they held her high still, she had accomplished what she had set out to do, did The Servant expect a reward or a token of recognition, not really, no, such a thing was not needed nor wanted. What would the angel of Jed do with anything of the sort, the abode she once lived in was nothing more than dust, she did not have a mantlepiece to put it on, The Servant remembered the mantlepiece, she had spent many days there, watching and listening as the one known as Naomi idolized her as one would a theological symbol. The Servant wasn't religious, in fact, she would say with confidence that the idea of gods and all-powerful beings was vile, the mere thought of anyone or anything having command of such potential rang loud and clear in her heart, she now knew what her next mission was, mission? no duty, this was something she had to do,