Long time ago, far away, in the ancient realms where angels tread and cosmic forces intertwined, there existed the divine Cherubim, beings of celestial power and wisdom. Among them, Uriel, the Flame of God, was one of the most revered. His wings shimmered with gold and crimson, and his eyes were like twin stars, blazing with the light of truth and foresight. Uriel was entrusted with the sacred knowledge of fire, and he guarded the mysteries of creation itself.
But this was no ordinary fire. It was the
Eternal Flame, a symbol of infinite power and life, enshrined within a mystical ring forged by the first heavenly forges. The
Ring of Eternal Flame was not a mere object; it held within it the primal force that had shaped the very foundations of existence. Whoever possessed the ring could command the fire that gave life to worlds, both physical and spiritual.

Amidst the boundless sands, this regal cherub stands with a symbolic wrench, representing divine authority, a guardian of secrets in the vastness of the desert, under an expansive sky full of possibilities.
The ring was kept in the Vault of Eternity, a place where no mortal or fallen spirit could tread. It was said to be untouchable except by the most pure and powerful of celestial beings. Uriel, being the guardian of this ring, was chosen for his unparalleled strength and his unshakable loyalty to the divine order. However, even among angels, desires run deep, and love, even in its purest form, can lead to conflict.
The Love of Zahariel
Among the Cherubim, there was another whose name was Zahariel. She was the Cherub of Radiance, a being whose beauty surpassed the light of the stars, her wings shimmering with every shade of dawn. Zahariel and Uriel had once been inseparable, bound not only by their duties but by a deep affection that had grown over eons. Together, they explored the mysteries of creation, guiding mortals and other celestial beings alike with their wisdom.
However, Zahariel harbored a secret yearning. She had long admired the Ring of Eternal Flame, not for power but for the deeper mysteries it held. She believed that with the ring, she could unlock new realms of light and creation that even the highest of angels could not yet comprehend. Her desire for the ring was not born out of ambition, but curiosity and a hunger for divine enlightenment.
But when she confided in Uriel, her love, he forbade her even to think of it. "The ring is not meant for us, Zahariel. Its power is too great, its secrets too perilous," he warned, his voice stern but laced with sorrow. "You must trust in the wisdom of the Almighty."
Though she obeyed outwardly, Zahariel could not extinguish the flame of her desire. And it was this unquenchable longing that caught the attention of a fallen being who had long sought to corrupt the hearts of angels.
Belial's Temptation
Belial, the Prince of Deceit, had once been a powerful angel before his fall. He had long coveted the Ring of Eternal Flame, knowing that with its power, he could reshape the heavens and challenge even the Almighty. But the ring was hidden from him, locked away in the Vault of Eternity, beyond his reach. Belial, however, was cunning, and he saw in Zahariel an opportunity.
Appearing to her in the guise of a fellow Cherub, he whispered honeyed words into her ear. "Why should such knowledge be forbidden to you, radiant one? Are you not worthy of wielding the flame of creation? Think of the wonders you could bring forth."
Zahariel, though wise, was swayed by his words. She did not see through his disguise, and the seed of doubt he planted grew within her heart. "Perhaps," she thought, "the ring is not meant to be guarded but to be used, to create and enlighten."
With Belial's persuasion, she resolved to seek the ring, believing that once she wielded it, even Uriel would understand her purpose. She did not know that her heart had been corrupted by Belial's influence, and that her once-pure desire for knowledge had become entangled with pride.
The Conflict of the Cherubim
One night, while Uriel was deep in prayer, Zahariel entered the Vault of Eternity. Her heart pounded as she beheld the ring, its flames flickering with untold power. As her hand reached for it, a voice echoed through the chamber - Uriel's voice.

Asmodel stands tall, a warrior ready to face the trials ahead. Her wings unfurled, she embodies courage and determination, with the sword held high signaling her readiness to protect and lead. Each detail of her costume tells a story of battles bravely fought.
"Zahariel! What have you done?"
Uriel stood at the entrance, his wings flared in righteous anger. He had sensed the disturbance, the trembling of the divine order, and had come just in time. "You were deceived by Belial," he said, his voice filled with both wrath and sorrow. "The ring is not for us to wield. Its power will only consume you."
But Zahariel was no longer herself. Belial's corruption had clouded her mind, and she believed that Uriel simply did not understand. "I seek only to create, to bring forth new light!" she cried, the ring now grasped in her hand. "Why should we be denied such power?"
Uriel, knowing the danger, approached her slowly. "Zahariel, please. I beg you. Return the ring. Do not let it destroy what we have."
For a moment, there was hesitation in her eyes. But Belial's influence was too strong, and in her desperation, she slipped the ring onto her finger.
The Unleashing of the Flame
At once, the Vault of Eternity was engulfed in a roaring fire. The Ring of Eternal Flame had been awakened, and its power surged through Zahariel, filling her with unimaginable energy. But it was not the light she had hoped for. The flame was not meant to be controlled, and its fury began to consume her, burning her wings, her radiant form dimming under its might.
Uriel rushed forward, trying to pull the ring from her hand, but the power was too great. In her agony, Zahariel screamed, the fire threatening to tear the very fabric of reality. But Uriel would not abandon her. With all his strength, he called upon the divine, summoning a great storm of light to quell the flames.
In the end, the ring was removed, but at a terrible cost. Zahariel's radiance was diminished, her once-beautiful form now scarred and fragile. The fire had left its mark, and though she was not lost, she would never be the same.

In an eerie winter landscape, Uriel stands bold and unyielding, embodying strength in the face of adversity. His striking wings and fierce attire tell tales of battles fought and the unwavering spirit awaiting tomorrow's challenges.
Uriel wept for her, his tears falling like rain upon her scorched wings. He took the ring and returned it to its place in the Vault, sealing it with a prayer that no being - mortal or immortal - would ever again try to claim its power.
The Aftermath
Belial, thwarted in his scheme, fled into the shadows, but his laughter echoed through the heavens. Though he had failed to claim the ring, he had succeeded in sowing discord among the Cherubim.
Zahariel, repentant for her actions, withdrew from the heavenly hosts, choosing a life of solitude in the farthest reaches of the cosmos. Uriel, ever loyal, would visit her often, though their bond was forever changed. He continued to guard the Ring of Eternal Flame, more vigilant than ever, knowing that as long as it existed, the temptation to wield it would never cease.
And thus, the myth of Uriel and the Ring of Eternal Flame became a tale of love, temptation, and the perilous nature of power, a warning to all who sought to grasp beyond their reach.