Dies Irae: The day of anger

Snippet of uber-religious overtone wing!fic, written for Shaenie. The two major sources were Numbers 21:5 and Isaiah 6: 2 - 7.

Elijah casts an imposing figure, wreathed in flame as he stands guard behind the throne. At the sound of the trumpet, he is aloft. A mighty Seraph, one pair of wings beat the air while the other two cover face and feet. In a phalanx of six, the Seraphim fly towards the day of wrath and doom impending. The air around them is turbulent and heavy with the sound of wings and voices crying "Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of hosts, The whole earth is full of His glory."

He is one of the highest of the beings. A river of fire and a river of water running together. One of the firey serpents that were sent down when the Israelites spoke out against God and Moses in their escape from Egypt. His many eyes see all, both the living and the dead and none shall escape from their vision.

But he is able of forgiveness. For did he not reach out to the prophet Isaiah and with a burning coal, did he not cleanse his lips for the glory of the words of the lord. He said unto him, "This has touched your lips and now your guilt is gone, and your sins forgiven."