[WP] You're sitting in a coffee shop, sipping your latte, when someone approaches you says something in an unknown language. After a moment, you realized you understand, but you don't know how as you only know english. What's more concerning, is she said "It's time."

I was drinking something with too much sugar and an embarrassing name when in a woman walked up to me and said something I didn’t understand in a clipped serious tone. I was about to give her that confused look, and helpless shrug, you use when someone speaks in a language you don’t know when I realized I did understand her. She’d said, “It is time,” and she’d spoken in High Seraphic.

Actually she’d said something rather closer to:

It is the fullness of time. It is the time that was spoken of before time. It is the hour that no man knew. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.

High Seraphic is a somewhat more efficient language than English.

Nothing changed about my mind. I didn’t get any memories back, and there wasn’t any fog or compulsion to clear. However, I could now think about things that hadn’t been part of my previous mission to, “Live on the earth among them; live as a human.” When an angel is given a command they follow it- body and mind. That was true even though I hadn’t understood why I was to do that at the time.

I set my drink down. It had begun to boil from the cup’s contact with my skin. Everyone in the coffee shop was now staring at me and my companion. Our human seemings had fallen away. My skin glowed like metal in a forge where it wasn’t covered with red armor. I held a huge sword. The woman had changed more. She was now a bull with six enormous wings sprouting from her back and eyes poking through her fur all across her body. Through the shop’s large window I could see a horse of fire standing in the middle of the street snarling traffic badly.

I began to make my way toward the door reflecting that I understood why I’d been sent to live on the Earth. Given my job, it had been a mercy. Not for them. Not for the humans. They had been given a great many mercies and would be given more, but my time on Earth had been a mercy to me. Now I understood my job. I understood why it had to happen.

I walked out to the street and mounted my horse. Then I rode forth to war.

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