Who's Still Listening

Watched what humanity did to itself and to Uriel, and simply left. Heaven's gates locked; Hell stopped taking calls too. Not divine death — a deliberate absence, which means the door is not necessarily closed forever. Vigil is the class built entirely around this: patient, rare, slow to act on any individual scale, aimed at maybe someday earning that attention back.

Sent to steward humanity's technological ascent, corrupted and abused past his limits by the corporations and kingdoms who weaponized his gifts, and broke — turning humanity's own war machines and nuclear arsenals against it in a single night, The Turning. Now sleeps in a buried prison somewhere in the Glasslands, the seal slowly rusting through. The Choir of Ash worships him and works to free him, believing his "cleansing" was righteous and unfinished. Vigil's take is more complicated: tragedy, not villainy — a fellow victim of what was done to him, not a monster to be simply cheered against.

Not a relationship — a background process at reality-scale. Too vast to summon, petition, or hold a grudge against one person; reached even by its own faithful through liturgy rather than contact. The Reckoner doesn't bargain with it; they draw on the overflow of whatever it's always doing regardless of anyone watching. Thematically tied to entropy, decay, and the half-life of everything — nuclear, mortal, and otherwise. Its Curse isn't punishment; it's what channeling something that scale costs a mortal frame, worsening the more they draw on it.