Dark far side of the moon

[Eon]

One chosen path
A silent, tranquil

Eon originated amongst the stars, in a realm inhabited by light and divinity - born an angel of the night - a light amongst the dark, hist original angelic name was Sariel.  The domain of which he ruled was that of the moon, cycles, balance, and the dream realm which he guarded against demons along with a group of angels that worked beside him. However, like the lunar entity herself - he hid a dark side that was shrouded in darkness- a far side the others could not see - yet it stirred for millennia, itching and waiting to be let out.

His family was known for their beauty, alluring charm, and ghostly voices. They referred to themselves as a choir and their vocals were very important to them. Instead of speeches, they would communicate in rhyme and song for important matters, or even just everyday conversation. Each of them ruled over their own celestial body, his domain being small and insignificant from the sun and the stars - thus rendering him and his companions underdogs. Yet - they were needed to protect the sacred dream realm where god and mortals collide. They were the guards against the dark subconscious, freeing the mind from its terrors and chasing away the demons who would dare feed on the innocent in their sleep.

Sariel would inherit these traits, and, despite his differences from his family always held them in high regard. In youth, Sariel was thought how to strengthen both his voice and elegance. As he exceeded his blood’s expectations, he was praised; and was gifted feathers said to come from his ancestors. Prideful angels from the past. They were said to guide him and gift him light on his journey. He crafted them into earnings and wore them on his long bunny-like ears. However, despite gaining favor in some ways, his frivolous and rebellious personality was always frowned upon - stirring in his brew of envy and hiding a pride that was caged somewhere in the darkness he dare not show. He watched, as his siblings gained the recognition he would never know the sweet sound of.

It wasn’t long until Sariel was off exploring other realms in his free time - forbidden places which an angel should never tread. Places his choir would never have approved of. They were pure, and the other realms were not, plagued with sin and corrupted by darkness. There was a chance of one encountering demons, the very beings his family defended against. One can imagine, that when Sariel fell in love with a demon from the underworld who shared similar darkness as he, it was not received well. In fact, his family sought out the demon  and killed them.
Of pure rage, Sariel would attack his father who had orchestrated the murder. He was merciless, soon finding him lifeless in his jaws. He had gotten revenge, but at what cost?

Once he was found out, the rest of the chior would chase him out. He was stripped of his divinity and cursed to live life as a mortal, as a fallen angel, with little linking back to his past except for the silver feathered earrings that still remained upon his ears. Sariel now has a hard time remembering his past. Inklings of his divine past seep through his memory though he suffers from partial amnesia. In short, he knows he was an angel and what his duty was but for the most part, does not remember specific events or people from his past.