None of us were allowed to have names. We all are one, and function as so. If we are permitted to have personalities of our own, we would not function as well.
We are the seraphim, ministers to the Most Holy. We carry his word to and from the members of Heaven. We are spoken to by Him, and thus have no need for names.
Yet I... I felt that I should have my own identity. I knew that this was a sin above all other sins. To go against all that I have known, to go against the Lord. How could I have ever thought such a thing?
But it felt so right once I settled on the name. This name, it identified me myself. Me, the small part of a whole. I was no longer just one of the Lord's creations, I was myself.
Rene. I was reborn as myself, so this name seemed fitting.
None can hide anything from his Lord, of course. I was called before His Holiness not one earth hour after I had decided on my being. My head bowed, I knew that my punishment would be swift.
There is no punishment worse than feeling the disappointment of the Lord, however. I felt it wash over me and shame filled my being. I had let down the Lord, who had only asked that I serve him! I had been allowed to sit in his presence, I was permitted to serve him. And how had I repaid his kindness? I had betrayed him. No punishment was more severe than his disappointment.
I felt the chains surround me, sinking into my flesh. As they became tighter, his divinity became larger. I realized a moment later that I was becoming smaller. I collapsed on the ground and bowed to him, accepting my punishment.
And then He spoke.
"You shall have your name forever." His voice was calm, sad. I dared to look at His face and saw the sadness there. His judgment was just, as it always was. But he felt sorry for me, he had not wanted any of his children to be harmed. By making me serve penance he would show the rest of the seraphim that the names were wrong.
Rene. Reborn. Thus I am reborn. After I am judged His Holiness sends me down to the world to further serve my penance.
