"Yes. He sent messengers to bring you to His Heaven, but you refused him." It felt strange to be telling this story to the one it was about- it would feel strange to tell anyone their own story, but doubly so for Elua. He took a drink of water. "You sent the first back empty-handed and the second... you scored your hand on one of Cassiel's daggers to show that while God's Heaven is bloodless you are not."

He took another swallow, his throat dry from nerves and talking. "At least, that is how the story goes. You left through the shining gates and left the land to the descendants of you and your Companions."