Seeing him approach, I got on my hands and knees. I could not even look him in the face. It had to be a scripted scene. The god stopped in front of me. “Dabriel L’chaim, I have been watching. I believe you will be a true platform for my agenda. You did not ever break. You did not ever bend in your penitent quest. Even when you were cursed into that hideous form, you did not abandon the very people who did this to you.” he said. He certainly sounded pleased with me. He then put a hand on my head. “Rise, Dabriel L’chaim! Rise and become my holy Throne.” I felt a fierce and powerful heat enter my head and run through my whole body. My vision went black and, the next second, I was taken to a character creation screen. I was allowed to design my new form as a Throne. It was a two wheeled Roman chariot. It was drawn by two horses. The wheels had eight spokes. The center of each wheel had a giant eye. Every other spoke had four smaller eyes as well. On the front of the chariot was a quarter of the symbol the pantheon used. I guessed the left quadrant was for Fortitude.
It was big, bold and made out of Celestium. It was beautiful, yet disturbing. I could change all of it to the colors of my choice. The horses, the wheels, the main paintjob, the trim of the chariot. I could even change the interior. I made the horses black tobianos. To see if it was possible, I saw if I could change the color of the white patches. I could. That made me smile wide. I made sure one of the horses had pink patches and the other had the color of my hair. I made the chariot a glossy black with gold five pointed stars spread out with different sizes to make it look like a new galaxy. The trim was a pastel yellow. The wheels were gold. The eyes all shared my eye color. It was me after all. For the interior I made the wood covered with soft yellow carpet and lined it all with cozy black leather. I was done and confirmed the look. When my vision returned to me, I had an expanded field of vision. I could see from the wheels at the side and the horses. So the horses were a part of me too. I shifted back to my true form and thanked my god. “The pleasure is mine. You have earned this.” he said with a smile.
Finally able to look at him directly, I returned the smile. “It is customary to bestow a gift on a new higher order angel. Ask anything of me and it shall be granted, young one.” he said. I already knew what to ask. “I want my friends to join in on this glory. Can you raise them up to Thrones as well? That is what I want the most.” I said humbly. He looked at my shocked friends and gave his judgement. “I see your friends are also strong and worthy of recognition. Suzie, however, is much too inexperienced to handle this blessing. I will grant the boon to Mydaiel, Nanael and to a naughty angel such as Analim if it will please you.” he decreed. He then raised them. They were happy as they changed forms. They were generic. The base color was the same as their hair. It was common across all of them to have silver wheels. The trim was the color of their eyes. Each of the six horses were pure white with a yellow mane and tail. The interiors were the same as the exteriors and there was no cushioning. Fortitude said “You are a marvel among my angels! I believe you worthy of being a cherub as well.”
