Time to spill a little sad part of Amoz lore (angsty):
When Amoz first laid eyes on Father Gregor, it was the very first time he had ever seen a human. The sight startled him so deeply that instinct took over—he stumbled back, desperate to flee. But in his new body he did not yet know how to walk, his movements clumsy and unsteady. His knees buckled, his hands grasped at the air like wings that were no longer there. Father Gregor reached out, speaking in a calm, steady voice, his presence like a lantern in the dark. After a long moment of trembling resistance, Amoz reluctantly let himself be soothed, though every fiber of him still ached to run.
It wasn’t until later, when Gregor guided him to a mirror, that Amoz truly understood the weight of what had happened. His reflection stared back at him—a fragile, human form, nothing like the radiant being he once was. No glow, no feathers, no sign of what he had been. His chest tightened as though the air itself betrayed him.
That night, in the silence of the church, the grief came crashing down. He curled into himself, nails dragging harsh lines over his arms and chest, as though clawing at the flesh might peel away the disguise. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his voice broken with choked sobs as he begged silently to wake up from this nightmare. But there was no returning to the body he remembered. No wings to carry him home. Only the suffocating weight of skin that wasn’t his own.
Father Gregor found him mid-meltdown—shaking, rocking, his skin marked with shallow scratches that didn’t quite bleed but burned with the desperation behind them. The priest knelt beside him, whispering gentle words, but Amoz could barely hear them. In that moment, all he knew was loss—the unbearable grief of an angel forced to be human.
i doodled this in my vision
(yes he had longer hair (i might doodle him and
father gregor getting Amoz his first hair cut
