The Sigil series has me under its thrall lately, and so my musical taste goes with it. Lately I've been listening to a lot of Depeche Mode around the house, and the track Precious in particular has been standing out to me. I hear it and my mind translates it as Azazel speaking to/of/and about Eve Spellmeyer. Her entire life has been warped and twisted by the work of his people from birth to the time he finds her, and on thereafter.
In my head there exists a deleted scene, where-in Phenex yells at Azazel for listening to this song for umpteenth time. He smacks the demon upside the head and tells him to quit whining and find her already.
Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?
We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's Your eyes he's seeing through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your heart for two
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
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