An angel crafted to follow orders without question-- that's what he once was, and what many thought him still to be. Naberius never felt any desire to explain the difference between being programmed to be a faithful soldier and wanting, with every cell in his body, to follow an order. His Lord gave him free will, and His will became the raven's own.
His life truly began the day he met The Angel before him, and it will end if Lucifer falls. There is nothing without him. The years Lucifer spent closed off were agony enough.
Such a thing will never happen again, though. This servant's soul was now threaded into his Master's own. Lucifer's agony was his agony, and Lucifer's joy was his joy. He can feel what His Lord yearns for before he speaks it.
Words were unnecessary, and yet those spoken by His Master moved him-- struck a chord so deep inside his soul that tears pooled in his eyes... and then slowly flowed down to wash against the hands holding his face.
His wings spread outward and then forward, enveloping the King who gave him the gift of something to live for.
"Even if all hope is lost and somehow we both lose our way,
And even if the darkness comes and tries to take you far away,
I'll become the light that shines down, enveloping all dark you see,
I'll hold you close and won't let even God above take you from me."
He slowly reaches up, his fingers delicately wrapping around His Lord's wrists.
"Everything that makes me whole,
belongs to you. I'll give my heart and soul.
"... I'm yours."