A Month of Written Devotion for Melek Ta’us, the Peacock Angel
I’ve already talked quite a bit about anger and the Peacock Angel, in terms of my anger toward him for what I imagined were his slights toward me. Looking back with a somewhat calmer mind, and one less desperate for divine connection, I can appreciate that his using me as a connection to those more fully devoted to him wasn’t disdain, or even disinterest.
Melek Ta’us isn’t angry with me for my anger at him, so far as I can tell. He is patient and compassionate, if not always nice. I don’t imagine he’s incapable of anger–I believe the gods are capable of the full range of human emotion, for better or worse. I imagine I’m not capable of angering him.
He spent thousands of years in Hell. He’s doubtless endured far worse than my scorn.
Ember’s doing it, too: Month of Written Devotion