On the thirteenth day (Thirteenth Millennium), both sides of destiny emerged from their stasis: the Angels and the Demons. They gathered among their champions of fate, with Princes Mykhael and Gabriaelyk leading their combined choirs of Kholmalechim. At the same time, Lucius rallied his sixteen magistrates of the celestial winds, who were gathered amongst their subjected legions. At the dawn of this millennium, the catalyst for division appeared as the Universe that had since gravitated its Queen Mother, the Holy World of Therah, the graceful Bride of the Living Flame, Abva'Kalah. A holy war amongst His and Her Sons would be waged against themselves. Tremors of a great and terrible force rippled through this conflict, strewn about from the first lies born of deceit and betrayal. These lies that tore apart such a sacred communion of brothers were spread through Scig'nuelle's malicious envy, the Personified Void, who sowed such seeds of chaos into the heart of Lucius, the Prince of Passion. This war arose from a tragedy that planted the seeds of his eventual treachery, embellished in his tyrannical pride, and an insatiable lust for power within the essence, setting him at odds with Mykhael, the Prince of Valor, who promised to protect the sanctity and majesty of what they had built up long since passed. The following recounts the tale of this war upon Mother Therahâthis battle between brethrenâin which the subjects under Lucius clashed with the divine choirs of Mykhael in a grand confrontation witnessed by their Holy Father, who was left both grief-stricken and angry.
The following recounts the tale of this war upon Mother Therahâthis battle between brethrenâin which the subjects under Lucius clashed with the divine choirs of Mykhael in a grand confrontation witnessed by their Holy Father, who was left both gr... [https://img.wattpad.com/9942d9216348396f263e45d940c5b0eaaf8cbf46/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f423079586465396b78786c3267673d3d2d313531373834343334372e313832623166613730633437386461643638393734323836313131312e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
"Awaken my subjects! For we seize this day with clandestine dominion; let them bear witness to our ingenuity and prowess!" Lucius shouted, with Baalygoth ringing the gong to gather themselves. The demons awoke and geared themselves, gathering their weapons and inventions of chaotic power, cannons of black powder, and magicks commanding the dispersal of celestial wind. Eventually, they gathered under their legionary commandants and leaped over the chasm of the Void's abyss. Gliding in mass towards the borders of Therah. As their sovereign, Lucius rode in using a chariot made of the thanerite mined from the chasms of the Universe's foundations. The building blocks of all perceivable celestial matter in the Universe. Upon the back of Behemoth, he trudges towards the Kingdom of Kholmalechim, fervently blowing trumps and pounding war drums. Flowing with banners marked with the sigils of his many commandants, Lucius rides upon the yard, looking over towards his first target, the outer walls of Kholmalechim.
Meanwhile, as Lucius and his horde entered the lands of their once peaceful sanctuary, Prince Mykhael, on a high tower, is signaled by Uryaelyuh to gather his Angels to their defensive positions; Mykhael follows onward by signaling Gabriaelyk to f... [https://img.wattpad.com/4a9735bef21edf793d021fc5cce405b8a74718ad/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f71577964573065746a30696a79773d3d2d313531373834343334372e313832633035393233323734353063373338313238333232303539352e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Meanwhile, as Lucius and his horde entered the lands of their once peaceful sanctuary, Prince Mykhael, on a high tower, is signaled by Uryaelyuh to gather his Angels to their defensive positions; Mykhael follows onward by signaling Gabriaelyk to fortify their defensive, while Mykhael stated in a valiant assurance to his lieutenants. "Together, my brothers of faith, we are fellow heroes of our queen mother's chastity, vanguards of our Father's holy sovereignty. We face the victims of Scig'nuelle's deceptive poison of the heart, the lies that smuther the Truth given unto us by the regal lamb. Still, we were the ones who stood at the crossroads of destiny on the path of righteousness, as we were steadfast against the lies strewn by Lucius; we stand steadfast now to persevere against this upheaval as we stand headstrong for our holy fellowship and divine authority. I will follow my promise to my Father as I promise you now, I will face the Tyrant Lucius alone, but I will count on you all to fight with me in spirit." "You be careful, Mykhael. We already lost one Prince, we shan't lose another, nor our Father's throne, Sir!" Uryaelyuh proclaims with caution. "Thank you dearly for your utmost loyalty; keep the faith that I shan't fail us; likewise, I have faith to know you won't fail me!" Mykhael responds with pride for his men as they exchange a shaking of their wrists. Afterward, he backed away and looked upon this darkened horizon; he spread the four quadrants of his wings before jetting off faster than the forces of the wind. Toward the wall to beckon Lucius toward him in these moments of beginning their climactic conflict to decide the future of the Universe at large. As the divine Prince of Valor, Mykhael stood atop the westward walls in clear view of his brother fallen to disillusionment, the Treacherous Tyrant, Lucius, at the helm ahead of his wicked magistrates of disorder and Chaos. Lucius then sees Prince Mykhael in the distance and beckons him in boast of his wretched force; as he gestures his left hand to the air signaling to halt, King Phaimon bellowed his great trump, halting the masses at Lucius's wake as they can bare witness to such retorts, as his legions bore witness to Mykhael, they hollered and heckled him in a cacophony of mocking taunts and demeaning insults. "Silence for the sovereign Lucus!" Duke Berith demanded the horde to settle themselves before King Baalygoth rang his gong; this crescendo showed off Lucius and his magistrate's authority as Mykhael bore witness to this mass. Lucius lowers his hand, rising to his feet atop his chariot, and beckons, "Prince Mykhael! Art thou envious?! Bare witness and tremble to the legions of my great authority, as you could've reigned alongside me! I will be so gracious as to give you this last chance; surrender your wills to me, and I shall grant you the keys to obtain greater authority beyond the borders of this lonesome rock! Join me, brother!! With us together again, we can seize the reclamation of our communion once again!" he shouts pleadingly, so sure of his victory before the fight even begins, though gravely outnumbered by the choirs of Kholmalechim. In his bold theatrics, such a proposal was nothing but a spit in the face to Mykhael and a mockery of his divine gift as Prince of Valor given charge over the heavenly Powers, Dominions, and Principalities under his helm. Mykhael's face was flustered in this disrespect as he clenched his fists, gritted his jaw, and narrowed his brow.
"Brother Lucius! If you wished to restore communion with me and our fellowship, you wouldn't have sent an army for such an abhorrent show of force but would've repented in earnest humility! How dare you take me for a fool if you're so easily convinced I saw worth in joining a lesser force so diluted to mock me without honor and think I would join ranks with their lot. Yet you insist without relenting to tear down our fellowship. Don't lie to yourself or me; you only want subjects, not brethren. You've proven your intent by your actions of erratic wrath and pride born of a gluttonous folly. What are you trying to prove to me?! Other than pitiful attempts of petty envy for what you already had?! You were selfishly ungrateful and blind to the blessings put upon you; you may have forgotten, but we will not; you gave it up; you had many chances to repent, but your heart has been hardened with deceit, and your conscience turned deaf to our convictions upon you, reminding you of what you once were and whom you've forsaken. Yet you grievously denied our pleas and squandered your divine gifts for selfish desire. Embellishing yourself with crude arrogance, set in your ways to bestow defeat further, festering ignorance within you to the faults evident in your brazen betrayal against your brethren, Father and Mother. You're filled with delusional hypocrisy to say you're fighting for the most common of us when all you're doing is riding the top of Behemoth in the mode of a chariot as a force of terror to enforce subjugation! You are lost and unrecognizable; your time is done, Lucius. Have some self-respect, and leave us be! If you were so gracious as you say you are, absolve me of this grievance that shall beshrew you!""Pfft... hahaha! (The hoard joins in laughter) Do you truly think that you alone can have the means to force me? Even if you be the Prince of Valor, you alone can't coerce what Scig'nuelle has bestowed unto me! So if you insist upon me, defeat me, and the legions shalt follow me; however, if I best you, you shalt kiss the ground of which I stand and worship me!" A Stern Mykhael looked upon Lucius, knowing who he was, "You know what? Fine, it's a deal, but there's a catch!" Saying this piqued Lucius's attention. "Oh? I'll bite. Then what's your catch?" Lucius probed with the face of haughty curiosity; Mykhael then uttered, "If you're as grandiose and powerful as you say you are, then surely someone of your newfound stature would be able to smite me down with such ease and such fury coming from your chaos power! What do you say? Do you heed to a duel alone against me?" Such an alluring counterproposal was baiting Lucius' pride into underestimating him, Mykhael knowing Lucius never had much ability as a fighter; through fueling the flames within his unrestrained guile and ego, Lucius would ultimately fall for Mykhael's trap to test him and foolhardily accepts against the surprise and warnings from both Baalygoth and Kyeshmakht pleading with him to reconsider and receive their aid. Lucius, consumed with an enflamed pride, is dismissive to their counsel, "Silence you two, have pride in your sovereign, for I shall win this in a grand and glorious triumph with only the aid of what I have been bestowed! As for you, Brother! I accept this condition but don't say I didn't warn you, for you have not begun to fathom what I'm capable of. I've changed since the last time we dueled, and as such, I've been waiting too long to tap into this power and destroy all that you stand for in the wake of my vengeance! You hear me?!" "Then have some gall and do it." Mykhael stoically taunted Lucius, goading him into hastily making the first move and parting away from his loathsome force. Lucius gritted his teeth with wrath at this dig into his pride and promptly snapped his fingers, moving faster than the fluttering sounds from his darkened wings as if he had spawned alongside him instantaneously. This was the first half of the Angel's grand plan. Prince Mykhael personally distracts Lucius while his defensive forces, under the leadership of his lieutenants and brother Prince Gabriaelyk, with the grand majority of their choirs, fend off the combined might of this dark army, promptly demoralized by being separated from their grand sovereign. However, Lucius thought that if he could defeat Mykhael, the choirs would be so demoralized that they would surrender. This was a tall ask, but as of this moment, he had tunnel vision to humiliate his former brother in divinity and friend from a bygone day; his heart hardened with guile and wretched envy. Prince Mykhael saw a fallen brother and fellow Prince, a friend disillusioned with unjust envy and wrath. All Lucius saw was an enemy and the biggest obstacle to his ruling sovereignty. All was going according to plan for Mykhael and the Sons of Therah. "How's this for some gall, brother Mykhael?" Lucius uttered with a furious glare while throwing aside his hooded garment, revealing his dark garnet breastplate of carbon and gripping his lancehead rod pulsating with bloodied veins fueled by his focused fury. Flaring all four quadrants of his charcoal wings and erupting from his waist was his spine, like an elongated tail of bone and vertebrae as dense and as sharp as steel, erecting like a sharpened head of an arrow flaring at its tip. In response, Prince Mykhael pulled back his crowned hood and, like Lucius, threw aside his white and red garments and purple sash, revealing his contrasting gold, platinum, and ruby encrusted breastplate flaring his wings of glistening gold and silver feathers, stomps with fervor to the ground and, with a bolt summoned from the Sovereign Lamb, then grabs hold pulling the greatsword, Damocles from the marble under their feet, then igniting it his its flurry of white, green, violet, blue and red flames as like a star from the golden marbling of its steel. "You fail to remember who you dare fight. I may be your brother, but I will enact my just authority by my gifted birthright! Unlike you, I am loyal to He who gives us our power. For I truly say unto you, Lucius, you will be gruesomely reminded of the prowess you gave up firsthand."
Lucius changes his attention towards his horde, giving the order to King Baalygoth to hold charge over their army. Passing the command to Phaimon to sound the war trump, Berith and Eligor led the frontlines. They commanded the frontlines to demonstrate the inventive firepower of their artillery barrage powered by the magicks of their gunpowder. Sounding off the first cries for battle, once striking the infrastructure of Kholmalechim's outer perimeter, an angered Prince Gabriaelyk once dodging and witnessing the scars upon the structural integrity of their holdout. He then gave charge to the lieutenants, of which now, since training, have grown in number given their importance, adding the likes of new names aside from Uryaelyuh and Rapholyae, of which were as follows: Sedlaephynn, Azrolyah, Maetrytrone, Sheyathol, and Romphyael. Seven lietenants held the same charge as one singular Prince and vice versa. The Prince of Judgment, Gabriaelyk, with helm over his choir, led to act as a reserved defensive, maintaining morale, firing all matter of lightning arrows and fiery javelins, whilst in place of the Prince of Valor, Mykhael's absence in personally going toe-to-toe against Lucius, these Seven Liutenants were given combined charge to helm their counter offensive with Mykhael's choir against the horde led by these sixteen magistrates of disorder. When Gabriaelyk blew of his holy trump in retalliation, the warring cries, raising each other by their righteous zeal, rang out overpowering in their gargantuine force of two combined choirs magnified to the prowess of seven hundred cubed multiplied by seven thousand. While disparingly within Lucius's horde helmed by his sixteen magistrates, held similar in stature, this prowess, however, granted being brought up by their inventive schemes, was as if they were divided unto itself by a third in comparison. The masses, embeleshed like the daunting stature of mountains and towering waves colliding in war cries bellowing with both Holy and Unholy cacophanies of their tremendous and terrible might of hurling their spears, the crackling of cannons, bolts of celestial lightning and the rushing winds of magicks, the clashing and slashing of swords, pummeling of fists and the bellowing howls of brother against brother. This was the scale of the Universe's holy war upon Therah's body, but it has only sparked the beginning of their eternal conflict beyond Therah but throughout Creation at large. The weight of such a blunt and brutal mash of prowess trembled the body of the Universe, and as such, aside from Mykhael and Lucius, the Living Flame turned the scaling of their strength down so as not to obliterate Therah in the wake of battle. Prince Mykhael's attention shifted, awestruck by the expelling of explosive energy booming with fire, thunder, winds, and rocks hurling. The heavens shuttered, and the fabrics of Therah's firmament trembled at the pressuring push and pull between the waves of their forces, which collided into a singular mass of warring cries and rustling wings. The pause between them was broken by an eerily transcendent laughter of malicious amusement begoffed from Lucius' glee, in his witness of the same sight they shared. Mykhael's face wretched at hearing this amusement at such abhorrent disorder between flesh and blood, quickly morphing to an enflamed fury, drilling his stare into Lucius, arterial veins visible protrooding about his face, his eyes in this instant was engolfed with tongues of golden flame, and genuine wrath was unleashed from the Prince of Valor.
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Mykhael is fluttering in the air, overlooking the crash site. Waiting for Lucius to retaliate. Lucius was the fastest among his Legion, but even he could not escape Mykhael's speed, which was powered by a righteous wrath. This makes Mykhael angrier, for it is evident that Lucius was even deceiving his legionaries' expectations of him, power-scaling him. Lucius, suspecting he knew this, saved face by exploding the mound up and outwards with howling shouts of knashing teeth before erupting upwards towards Mykhael, meeting him in the air. Lucius retracted his spined tail back into his body, panting and bashed up in his face, blood dripping from his lip. He then felt such blood on his chin and lashes out towards Mykhael. "How dare you defane my majesty!" Mykhael, still stoic, drills his eyes into Lucius without words. "SAY SOMETHING DAMN Y-, Ack!!" Lucius's again lashes before suddenly his abdomen gets pounded, caving in on itself, and breaking his armor, over Mykhael's fist, before his head were then locked into a fiersom grip as together diven by Mykhaels speed, they plummet back downward toward the ground, Lucius wailling before longafter being planted in the ground with an explosive inertia faster than lightning, the impact boomed with a thunderous impact done unto the ground with tremendous weight of Mykhael's pressure upon him. Mykhael sternly utters as he firmly presses Lucius into the soil.
Once his wrath has simmered, he can ungrit his mouth and speak, "You have no place to command me, Tyrant! Now I command you, Devil, submit!As he pressed the sole of his greaved sandal ever harder and firmer upon Lucius's scalp, Lucius struggled as he rithes, fluttering his black wings trying to stagger Mykhael off his head and back. Muffled sounds are covered by the dirt of Lucius's struggling resistance. Mykhael retorts Lucius' futile attempts, demanding, "Where did that chaos power, you went on and on about go?! Did Scig'nuelle abandon you so soon, as like you've abandoned our Father's grace? Don't fuel me with a greater fury for overestimating you, taking you by your word. Did you also deceive me?! Or are you just a petty waste of my strength?"Lucius struggles to erupt his tail, but once it shoots out of his back, it stabs into Mykhael. The first blow is dealt, the chaotic power penetrating Mykhael's waist, beginning to bleed. Mykhael staggers off in surprise. But quickly sauterizes the wound with the Living Flame emanating from his aura. Lucius hastily whips back his head for air and, with the forces of the celestial winds, such a force pushes an offguard Mykhael downwind, plowing him through the marble walls of a structure, falling atop of him into a plume of rubble. Lucius is panting, flushed with wrath in his veins, bloodshot veins visible throughout the blacks of his eyes. Tunnelvision of furious focus on Mykhael, for him digging into his pride, stature, and authority over his newfound Legion. "How's... that for... petty... brother?" whipping his tail against the dirt, reestablishing his composure despite his broken armor, he waits, catching his breath before beckoning, "So caught a back brother?! Don't put down your guard next time! I know that wasn't enough to do you in just yet! So get up and come out! You wanted to witness the fullest extent of my power, did you- as you say, to prove myself? Congratulations, since you've just made this personal, you've proved yourself worthy of it! View that as a great honor, Mykhael, because no other being has yet been begotten witness of such power. Not even the closest of my magistrates over my legions!"The rubble and the plumes began to part as Mykhael's shadow rose through the dust to his feet. His wings fluttered to and threw, spreading out and away so he could begot his witness to this mysterious power Lucius was so sure of himself for. Will this be the deciding factor in the bout between these brothers? Will it prove the end of one or the other? It was time for Mykhael and the powers that be to bear such weight in seeing what has become of the Lucius they've once known and loved as a brother, bare the powers of tyranny and abhorant Chaos Mykhael's eyes, now no longer enflamed with wrath, but halted with curiosity, for he has expected Lucius to prove himself. Prove what power has made him think he could rise against his and their Father's authority. To see what merit he could possess to brazenly bear arms against their Mother's bosom, waging war with flesh and blood. To know what this power had in its way to twist and warp such a being of once Passionate for a Love of Life, now a bringer of disdain and dismay. This was that such moment of anticipation for them both, to bring an end to their bout, and determine the fate of the Universe, the bonds of their mother, and the victor of the Father's throne of glory. Once and for all.
Once the rubble settled and the dust lifted, they shared a moment of intense anticipation before channeling the breeze around them to blow into a whirlwind around Lucius. He began to groan in a long-winded and labored moan, flexing and pumping his very flesh with channeling the powers of Scig'nuelle's essence into himself. As he begins to sucomb to its effects, his body growing blackend veins, his mouth, and eyes, now dripping with blood and a black ooze, his teeth grow sharpend fangs, horn like growths protruding the temples of his skull and from the backs of his elbows, his wings morphing to a leathery skin bare of any such feathers withered and shedded away. The whirlwind grew in intensity, the ground trembling and the rubble around Mykhael, shuddering. The grass in proximity to Lucius and Scig'nuelles morphing whirlwind around him, draining away its life. Turning the lively meadow bare, dried and dead. Finally, one last howling wind rushed through the perimeter with a bellowing war cry, hoarse and ravenous in tone, rang out from Lucius's mouth, echoing across the land they stood. The wind disperses in an outward surge of energy. Blowing away all the rubble behind Mykhael, now witnessing such extents of transformation. It was done; Scig'nuelle took form in the flesh of Lucius's likeness. His possession was now visibly evident more than ever before, and now, Scig'nuelle, unlike Lucius, will not risk holding back power for petty pride and underestimation. For it was Mykhael that Scig'nuelle first laid lustful eyes on in wanting to bear possession over; for he knew the extent of Mykhael's prowess as like the Living Flame. However, now the bonds of restraint are lifted, as Scig'nuelle had achieved incarnate essence through possessing Lucius by the tempting of his deepseeded pride. The one thing Mykhael did not have, for he was the embodiment of authoritative humility through faithful loyalty. Cautiously, Prince Mykhael steps forward from the mound of dust towards the now growing perimeter of dying vegetation, withering the longer this unmasked Lucius. Scig'nuelle, using Lucius's eyes, stands still looking upon Mykhael with eyes enticed to witness his reaction. Mykhael encircles the ghastly ground seldom of life; slowly, such a wretched sight expands to be choked and withered away to death as Lucius stands at the epicenter, transfusing with all things abhorrent. Mykhael beckons, "Who art thou, Devill! Art thoust, Scig'nuelle or Lucius?!""I am that of which shall bind together, Chaos upon creation, I am that of which shall usurp my rightful place amidst thy sanctimonious worship, I am that of which shall show you all things and all matter of being, this knowledge I've begotten onto Lucius and now, I shalt begot onto thee Prince. For I am both Scig'nuelle and Lucius. For one is for naught without the other, I am the essence of all Chaos and product of all Creation; my likeness is that of how I am as the revelation and the one to eminate within all things, be as it may as your god to be, Mykhael.""You're diluted; what have you done to my Brother, Prince Lucius? What have you done to his men?! Answer me as I command you to do so, wretched Demon!" "You want to know? How's this for an answer?" Scig'nuelle, through Lucius and the power of his magicks, manifested out from his waist a metaphysical sword of darkend matter, blackend steel like a deeply darkend opal, with transient vapors of dark energy. This was the saber of Scig'nuelle with all the majesty of such. Set to spar against Mykhaels' blade of Damocles. Lucius jets to Mykhael and, with the show of newfound power, plows into Mykhael with tightened grip, throwing him high into the air and gripping his blade to know the Prince's flesh and blood. Mykhael once feeling the turned Lucius grip onto him to drag him down for an overhead slash, Mykhael unsheaths his damocles and a clash across the heavens begin in haste, to and threw from every ashen cloud to cloud of ash, pounding and scaping each others blade, pounding against one another and careen throughout the sky, with the quivering booms of thunder sound amidst their clashes between their steel and brawn. Tirelessly, they fend each other off with the might strewn about the heavens by which blood, sweat, and Mykhaels tears are shed and fluttering in the breeze. Their roaring shouts and vengeful cries echo to join in unison the warring fluster of brethren. Granted, Lucius grew greater in prowess. However, he had grown to the same scale as Mykhael without the transcendent flames he had hence beheld.
Meanwhile, whilst the legions and choirs with Mykhael and Lucius in their midst fought on, their bursts of might continued to echo so far as to be audible from the overlooking palace of gold and living fire. That as the Father exited His holy holiest chambers in a secretive place within these walls. He couldn't help but return to the balcony overlooking such a battle as this, for the chaos He witnessed was strewn about His creation, tearing away at the heavens and the scarring craters about the body of Therah, such warring powers were as like two worlds crashed into one another, as the debris shot from all sides, they trembled the ground, such forces lingering for so long, broke apart the body, shuttering the firmament borders between this world and the void, the veil was falling, soon to leave Her vulnerable to the wills of Chaos if intervention wasn't to happen. Abva'Kalah watched and wretched to the sight, anger bellowed His Heavenly Flame to an uproaring fire, in a stoicly calm but stern voice He commanded His Seraphs, "Fetch for the Lamb of my flesh, the season of disheartening madness is over." As the storms fluster, the bout between Lucius and Mykhael continues with the scraping of their blades. They jet across the sky and crash terrible craters into Therah's body. They come at each other with such a thundering speed as they go onwards to grasp onto one another, wrist to wrist, head to head, that it echoes loudly audible to all in their midst. In their power struggle, they planted their heels into the soil, knotting together the digits of their hands, gritting at the teeth in their friction like elk locked in a clash from one alpha to another to decide the champion of the Universe. The ground under them would begin to split in the tension between them. In a snarking taunt, Lucius utters, "Come on, brother, give it up! You're of a bygone time, Mykhael, and cannot last forever!" Mykhael retorts, "I have achieved lasting longer in my steadfast loyalty, headstrong in my purpose longer than you have, Lucius. This self-centered uproar of yours is over!"
Wrestling they're grip, the princely brothers pushed and pulled, resorting to their kicking of abdomens and butting heads, rasping skin upon skin. Representative of the dichotomy between one's good and the others evil, two worlds viscerally crashing into one another. In its last grueling moments, this clash would ultimately decide the future emotions connected with the downfall of these two's past familial fellowship, now reaching the zenith of their conflict of interest. Their final intimate exchange, though done unto themselves by Mykhael's stoic honor to arbitrarily defend the remnants of the fellowship whilst Lucius's pride had broken their Father's grand vision of family. Now done unto themself by his taint thrust upon him by Scig'nuelle's malicious first lies, bringing about a subsequent murder of the divine truth Lucius wished to find within himself and abusing his trust. This was the catalyst of tragedy, and soon, it would come full circle. Without them noticing amidst the chaos being spewed into creation from the savage torrents of their clash, the regal Lamb of the Living Flame's embodied flesh had finally intervened in His divine Judgement. Demonstrating their cataclysmic loss. A loss of a brother was done unto Mykhael and his chiors, and the fatal defeat of a bold, hostile uprising done unto Lucius and his legions. While Scig'nuelle held no fear of Mykhaels authority, the Lamb of the Flame, however, would prove to be the embodying culmination of all his fear, due to the Lamb's exclusive charge of one thing that no heavenly Prince, no divine Lieutenant, and no Angelic steward can dream of having charge over, such an authority to helm charge over an ability fabled with concern mystified by it's unknown nature, amongst Lucius's Demonic Legion's, that of which was the power of annihilation. With the divine intervention of the regal Lamb upon them, set to show His hand to bring revelation of the extent to what "annihilation" truly meant. An eerie calm breezed through the chaos, the trembling halted, and as Gabriealyk's heavenly trump bellowed, the reserved chior under his helm went forth to gather.
The kingly palanquin was encircled, driven by the highest rank of six Seraphs under Maetrytrone's leadership. Enthrawling with all matter of lightning, thunderous trumps, the structural integrity of the palanquin constructed like a tesseract prism refracting all rays of color and light like the stars as its rainbows made from such intensity of light shot out in all directions from the Lamb's visage. Gabriaelyk would javelin throw his staff when seeing Mykhael begin to struggle in this tension. The rod struck the unprepared Lucius, and he flew backward and slammed to the ground. Mykhael would resecure his stance, and with his Damocles, he would shoot out a sweeping slash of wind and fire down an already crumbling and unsteady ground. The tone of their surroundings shifted as when he did this, the parting ground trembled to a cascading trench of soil, erupting out of the chasm, the Lamb summoned an incredible whirlwind of fire stretching throughout the quaking ground. Seperating the two, now it was Scig'nuelles Lucius and Lamb of the Flame, with Mykhael set aside to witness the downfall.
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[The Fate of Lucius & his Legions]
The Lamb spoke with a booming voice that echoed in a cacophony of voices.
"Scig'nuelle! You've introduced disorder to a creation born of My serendipitous vision. You cunningly deceived my thirdborn Son, stole his likeness, and destroyed the purpose I've so perfectly and fearfully sewn within their heart. You savagely betrayed our covenant and squandered the gracious charge I've blessed unto you to build upon the roots of our co-opted creation. Ungracious, you've chosen to rape away at the body of My Bride, and pervert the product of our divine love, My Lucius. But for this, you went onwards to have used him in enacting disorder on behalf of your deception to have swiftly poisoned the trust of his holy stewards, stewards of which were My gift unto him designed in My trust to encourage his divine purpose. You've taken this and mocked Me with My creation made in a vision of love and family. Instead, your predatory lust to enact your will through means of passing on that very sin to my Prince of Passion festered up sins of pride within him. Hence, I've blessed them by following in this stewn about destruction and confusion born of your lies, which was conceived to tarnish My Truth. For truly say unto you that you will be bestowed one final blessing. You wish to rule like Myself, and I will grant this, but with it, a curse shall befall you to be given a world of turmoil, lacking in divine beauty and purpose. However, it will be fast to its creation, in turn, will be quick to age. You will rue the day of this creation as it ages, for you shall not have dominion over its longevity. But as it brittles away, your time of annihilation will be more evident. You will not be able to possess any other but the one you have since chosen and will be under the whims of time and space. Unable to return to your stature without struggle, and without lacking want forever unsatiable. You have bruised my heart, but in my righteous wrath and glorious anger, your reaching claws shall be quartered and drawn from you; you will be pierced upon your heart and crushed upon your skull by the creation to follow in My stead, and you will know that I AM The King, when I beshrew My complete venguence upon thee! You will deceive many and give birth to many Tyrants. Still, there will be Arbiters from the rouph I will raise and guide My brothers in heart back to Me secured from the gripe of disheartend turmoil brought upon them by the product of your chaos and fear. Your subjects will be humiliated as you have humiliated the trust of My Sons, and in My vengeance in recompense, you will then face your perfect annihilation. For now, take the scarred side of Therah and be scarred by the taste of annihilation as you have gruesomly scarred Her against Her will, and lest you beseech total demise, I command you to stay under the dust, Devil!"
When those final words are spoken, the ground Lucius lays upon begins to crumble and fall apart. Noticing this, his rage cursed with knashing teeth to the Lamb and sprung to seize the moment to attack Him directly. As Lucius flew upward toward Him, he felt annihilation's sour taste when the Lamb outstretched His hoof, out of it was inpersievable power striking Lucius's heart, and by the impact slammed back upon the crippling soil, soon to cease entirely into freefall. His chest, over his heart, was void of flesh and matter, a chasm upon scarred upon his visage and was without heart. Now painfully struggling to stand, the Lamb gestured to Mykhael, stating, "If you have any parting statement to the Lucius you knew, Prince Mykhael, say them now. For he is finished and no longer a threat."
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Prince Mykhael floated downward, softly landing. He then stood atop the maw of this growing chasm slipping away. Now overlooking Lucius upon the crackling dirt and sloping soil as Therah ferociously quaked. Now shaken, futily resisting in his struggle against the paralysis done unto him by the taste of annihilation's sting consuming his heart, as it ceased to exist. Scig'nuelle's mass of darkness now filling the gap. From then on, Luicius and Scig'nuelle were synonymously the same: a critically wounded Lucius and a drastically diminished Scig'nuelle. Painfully in choked up silence Mykhael watched as Lucius, now groaning and rasping in his agony, never before knowing of a similar pain, Lucius looked upward meeting the gaze of his disheartened eyes of sorrow, as he moaned and rithed, Lucius knashed, "I hate you!" with the erasure of his heart, this was when any remnent of the Prince Lucius from the past, had since ceased to exist. His eyes, fueled with a bloodied wrath, looked upward toward Prince Mykhael. His pride was further unwilling to recognize his loathsome defeat. Likewise, what he witnessed was agony for Mykhael's heart to bear. His tearwell had broken, succumbing to grieving sorrow. Drilling his woeful eyes into the Lucius he once knew, his parting words. As he was finding the words to say, in these slim last moments, the ground gave way, Lucius slipping before grasping on a ledge again, in a weakened attempt, trying to climb up as he anchors his grasp into the soil, Lucius gets a good look below him seeing the boulders, trees and ground plummeting down the unknown abyss of the Void.
"Lucius! Brother! Talk to me!" Mykhael, in concern, wailed, and Lucius retorted, "The Lucius you knew is dead; I AM what remains; I curse you to die, Mykhael! You dare mock me?! If you're going to stand there, then finish it!" Mykhael's mouth a ga... [https://img.wattpad.com/3b8dbe653307a3c39fa20d68d1bb8c29eed23eb9/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3541454f416438455444744255413d3d2d313531373834343334372e313832633562643739656663316639303539353336383239313832342e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
"Lucius! Brother! Talk to me!" Mykhael, in concern, wailed, and Lucius retorted, "The Lucius you knew is dead; I AM what remains; I curse you to die, Mykhael! You dare mock me?! If you're going to stand there, then finish it!" Mykhael's mouth a gape, astonished at such levels of pride, in anger his face wretched, before he drilled into him in response, "Mock you?! Are you serious, Lucius?! I loved you! It pains me to see you in this disgrace! You were the most loved of any of us! You were the beacon of the stars! You were meant to guide the fellowship to reflect Father's passion, not squander them into darkness! You had it all! All the grace, all the majesty and beauty, and you threw it away! For what, Lucius? For what?! For this?! You had all the chances; we could've healed you of this taint. Cured you of this hatred, this pride. You chose this fate, Lucius, but I'm humble enough to admit it, I am to blame! I failed you as a brother, and I'm sorry! I could've stopped it, I could've prevented you from being taken, and I doubted you. I admit that! But don't let your radiance meet its demise because of this! Remember me, as I will always remember who you were! I'm sorry, Lucius, I am. Please, brother, forgive me, and I will reach for you!" Lucius coiled his brow and narrowed his eyes in wrath, stating, "You're dead to me, you're nothing but His bitch!, But in due time, I shall return as it will be your head. I spit on your pity, and you will kneel before me! Now finish it damn you!"
Silenced and accepting of what Lucius has become moving forward, Mykhael grapples his Damocles, flames engulfing the blade, and winds up his blade. He closes his eyes, profoundly breathes, and, hearing the ground crumble, without a second thought, sweeps downward. As the flames shot out and struck the anchored grapple of Lucius's hands, once hit, they fell back and plummeted, as the Lamb had then, in defense of Mykhael's integrity, swept His hoof downward to Therah and, as such, had now released this sinking ground. Lucius wailed in pain at feeling this upon his hands and chest while the remaining ground was then torn away, plummeting along with him. Lucius screamed as he fell downwind of the Void's abyss, and once witnessing this, his angered Legions then made a unified charge at the Lamb, darting His eyes as bright as the stars, The Lamb blinded the horde in a flare of light before He shot bolts of thunderous lightning and flaming whirlwinds, sapping away they're remnant vigor as they then cowardly out of immense fear of facing annihilation they proceeded to fall in unison in light of witnessing the fabled annihilation Lucius tasted in his likewise downfall. Swiftly and securely bringing an end to this madness and discord between the two, though bittersweet in their victory, their was but yet a mutual loss of fellowship. A force to defend against and a creation to safeguard and further uphold. In its grand scheme, however, the war was won in the name of the Living Flame and the Lamb of His Flesh.
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In the cacophony of their wailing cries, Prince Mykhael couldn't help but listen to the cries of his once-beloved brother and fellow prince in divinity. For he fell to his complete demise in such a shameful defeat and loss of power, choosing death rather than humility. Mykhael fell to his knees, hearing Lucius cry in booming echoes, "Mykhael!... Mykhael!!... Mykhael!!!" Mykhael wept, responding, "Lucius!... Lucius!!... Lucius!!!" Before breaking into a sob, guilt had rushed over his shoulders like a great weight. Prince Gabriealyk, seeing this, fluttered down to meet Mykhael and comfort his brother. Feeling a mutual pain, however not to the magnitude that Mykhael had felt within himself. Gabriealyk, in an attempt to encourage him, stated, "Brother, come on, you can get up now, I- I... I'm so sorry, but remember, in your steadfast loyalty, you will be the forerunner of safeguarding this new creation to follow, and our fellowship will stand headstrong alongside you! Doesn't that make you glad, brother?" Mykhael, sniffling up his wretchful tears, then stands to respond in grief, "I shouldn't have to safeguard anything, Gabriealyk. It wasn't meant to be like this. I don't deserve to be this so-called Forerunner of the next work. I'm returning to the palace... so- leave me be."
Hearing this, disheartened Gabriealyk, now having to receive guidance from the Father, waits for an opportune time. But in this victory, their first ever victory, there would not be any such banquet or triumphant gathering. Instead, the days to follow would be shrouded in Night for the first time. As likewise with Mykhael's grief. The Living Flame and the shedding of His almighty light over Therah, only be in the stature of a meek ember. Though it was won, this victory brought great and terrible turmoil to His heart, and with this sorrow from the Holy Father, so too did the now scarred Therah drift into a time of mourn and woe. As the surrounding stars that had hence lost their beacon drifted away, leaving the Holy World of Therah by Her lonesome. The Sons of Therah remembered this season to follow as the Three Days of Night.
[Three Somber Days of Night & The Fall From Grace]
A shroud of sorrow and mourning came and covered the heavens through this season of three nights (three millennia). There was no banquet, celebration, or songs of triumph. This victory was never meant to have been won in the first place. Instead, it was seen as a bittersweet culling of this herd of brethren and the breaking apart of fellowship. The choirs under Prince Gabriealyk and Prince Mykhael had to step up to recover the infrastructure, patch up the soil, and heal the scars of their birth Mother. Drearily witnessing the monolithic scope of such cataclysmic destruction previously unnoticed during the uproar upon Her as they removed the remnant debris, they were not just sorrowful for the loss of their former brethren but grief-stricken at taking in the sights of this scale of damage this war had done upon Her. From marble, silver, and gold rubble, fallen trees, collapsed mountains, cannon mortar craters, numerous blades, bolts, javelins, and broken banners stabbed into the dirt and strewn about the brush of lopsided trees and brush. This first day under a shroud of night was the day of cleaning the remains, as the two princes kept themselves to mourn in peace and silence in the palace. Their choirs, meanwhile, and the seven lieutenants split up amongst themselves to repair such damage and recoup such loss in infrastructure. Mykhael's choir of Powers, Dominions, and Principalities, uncertain of the possibility of a secondary strike, patrolled the parameters of the battlefield bordering the veil and the edges of their world. Gabriealyk's choir of Virtues, Archangels, and Angels, with all seven lieutenants in their cooperation, nurtured the nature of their gifted creation. The Thrones division acts as patrolling lanterns of meek reserves of light to assist in searching for damage and shedding minimal light across the borders of this world.
The refuse of war was removed the following day, and the rubble was discarded and reforged. Meanwhile, as the trees and brush that had been previously destroyed were replanted and flourished, rebuilding began with the marble, wood, steel, silver, crystal, and gold, all of which were used and reused for crafting structural replacements and repairs, as the day passed on, before long a new creation came to mind, built up by the universal consensus of the lieutenants and their seven divisions within the two choirs. Deciding it prudent that a grand wall be made to protect what remained of the fellowship and home. A towering border was cemented and patrolled, with impregnable gates and massive walls rising as time passed. Where previously the veil was present before collapsing. Like a protective hedge against beasts of chaos.
Falling upon the final day, the Angels recouped their losses, patching the damage and the waste purged away from creation. Therah entered Her day of healing, with Her Sons mutually made headstrong and secure with this grand wall erected at Her borders. This night upon them now was one of rest, regaining strength amidst the calm; the air hung still, and the breezes soft. Ever vigilant but confident after the passing of these previous two days, when it was made evident the Tyrant of Treachery wouldn't be returning, at least not for any time soon. Relief washed over the fellowship of stewards in gracious waves, along with acknowledgment of their victory made sure as time passed in this calm under the shroud of night. Before long, it rained- no thunderous storm, no lightning, but soft rain, soaking the ground further, quenching the scorched scars upon the ground, soothing Therah's stinging burns strewn about Her meadows. The rainfall of a bittersweet triumph pelts their faces as they let down their worries, although, without the cries of victory, they felt unanimous emotions of gladness amidst this calm. They wept with Her rain, but they felt tears of joy, seeing it as a blessing in disguise to have thwarted tyrannical wickedness and secured in their fellowship of a familial divinity. The rain fell and pounded to the degree of filling the stature of a great sea stretching to the Grand Wall of Therah's borders, blotting away the past damage as the firmament collapsed, making a newly crafted example of pristine beauty to reflect a future light into Her veiling atmosphere radiating with waves of soft lights. A mix of soothing, awe-striking majesty radiance of greens, blues, and violets, Her beauty was reawakened in more extraordinary grandeur. This display of Her as the rain calmed and formed this newly made sea was Her gracious thanks to Her loyal and loving Sons that cared for and nurtured Her back to extravagant life.
Meanwhile, throughout the seemingly endless woe of his remorseful wretching, Prince Mykhael locked himself away in the dark of his quarters, with only the plants and boulders within his garden keeping their ears directed to hear his cries. Not knowing of the service he and his brother Gabriealyk's stewards were doing as these days of the night passed. His Griffen, making attempts to comfort him in his mourning. Eventually, as this sorrow entered its second day, Gabriealyk attempted to commune with his brother. To share a heart-to-heart, not allowing himself or Mykhael to madden themselves in their mutual isolation, as Lucius had before such dark times. Prince Gabriealyk knocked on Mykhael's chamber doors to get his attention."Mykhael?.. Brother, do you want to have counsel with me?" "Leave me, brother." His depressive thoughts weighed down upon him. "I doubt you can tell me anything I don't already know." "It's worth at least a try? You may know it, but do you accept it as part of you?.. I want to help you, so can I come in?" Concern rushed Gabriealyk; he didn't want the same isolation Lucius fell victim to grip Mykhael. He would not lose another brother of divinity to fall prey to this pain. He pleaded again, "I'm serious, Mykhael. I need you to let me in; otherwise, I can't help you. I'm not leaving until you do so!" "Fine... alright, Gabriealyk, let yourself in."Gabriealyk smiled somberly but was relieved in his nonchalant gladness nonetheless. He calmly and subtly opened his heavy chamber door and entered to meet Prince Mykhael. Mykhael's Griffen arose to welcome Gabriealyk before returning to comfort Mykhael's depressive sadness."I-... I-" "Don't say anything, Gabriealyk. I already know I failed him." "Don't say such things, Mykhael. We both failed him." "But you weren't the one to watch him writhe upon the dust of defeat, to see an agony beyond words felt at the taste of what annihilation could do to one of us! To have him wail your name as he fell. Dejected by my calls to help him, I was rebuked by him and watched such wicked evil and wretched hatred fill his essence. I loved him. But he hated me more than I could bear to watch. So don't say that you failed him when I had to decide to face him and observe my position as the authority of Kholmalechim." "But you did, and had you not, we, our creation in all Her wondrous majesty, would've fallen to desolation in the wastes of Chaos. You saved us by selflessly facing him. We share the same essence of mirroring our Father, and I am likewise dejected with woe. But I fear worse that either of us will share in his fall if we're tempted to isolate ourselves, have self-righteous arrogance, and have loathsome envy fester within us in wanting Chaos to take one of us instead of him, to have suffered this fate upon him. What's done is done, and none of us 'cept for our Father can change that.""Then why? Why didn't Father stop it to make it right?!" "Have you so easily forgotten, Brother Mykhael? He promised to do so in due time. But we must try to move forward and not lack by wanting; we must be content in His word that created all of us, the Universe, Our Mother, yes He said in due time, but that doesn't mean the time won't come to fulfill what has been promised through this new creation to follow in our stead. You will be graciously promoted to Forerunner of the next world, appointed by your most extraordinary loyalty through the agony of facing Lucius and safeguarding His Bride from destruction. He promised all of us, and to Lucius, that an Arbiter would make things right through Him, and will be trusted unto you who will heed your guidance in how to face Lucius as you have now and free Therah's broken half of Her turmoil under his tyrants." "You sure He meant I?" "I know so, and all of us, knowing the pain this betrayal has caused us, even so, we're all proud to call upon you to be in such merit as this Forerunner. You've genuinely earned such trust from all the stewards, all the lieutenants, myself, and Father. So we need you headstrong, but we will be here to heed your command and carry out your resistance against the lies of Scig'nuelle's Lucius." "Hehehe, *sniff* alright, Gabriealyk. I get it now. I need to take all this in. But I humbly accept the trust you all put in me. Thank you, brother."
Once, they shared this heart-to-heart with the princes, mirroring their fathers' qualities. The final day fell upon the palace, as the two brothers, in their courage once rested in communion, carried on to beckon an audience with their Father, still in His holy of holiest chamber among His Seraphim and Cherubim. Still, as quiet and as meek as an ember tongue of flame, His sons, Mykhael and Gabriealyk, entered in reverence, their Father catching their words and answering before they could ask the questions that rushed restlessly within their hearts.
"I know why you two come here to commune with Me, My sons. You wish to ask if I was in good mind and heart to carry on."
"Eh- yes, Holy Father, we understand such sorrow as this to have one of us disappear. But, will this affect this creation to follow?"
"No, as I have genuinely spoken to existence, so shall such words be gifted everlasting life in the tremors of My command. Mykhael, My Prince of Valor, I am very proud of you. For you have selflessly shown the courage to face such pain as this in My Name that I shall grant you this great wonder to follow heed in your valiance, the many Arbiters of Her daughter, held in such exemplary merit in the likeness of your divine valiance bestowed upon defending My Bride's grace and honor. As for you, Gabriealyk, My Prince of Judgment, I am very proud of you, too, for you faced the fear of losing Mykhael. You nurtured and convicted him of his purpose as I have done unto you before Me. In such merit of counsel that you provide, the Arbiters defending My brothers at heart will be their counsel exemplary in my guidance. They shall return to the protection under My breast as you have proven unto Mykhael to lead him back unto My presence in reverence of the Lamb of My flesh."
Mykhael and Gabriealyk were again humbled and awestruck at the display of grace shown to them, having been gifted charge over the essence of these qualities that the so-called Arbiters of this new creation. Mirroring in their reflection of character and merit, as they were to unto Him who gave them life. Valor and Judgement: the bedrock and the anchor to stand against the wicked guile and cunning of Lucius' influence spread by the Seed of the Void, Chaos. These are the two that make an Arbiter, and though there would be few through the generations of this creation to follow, their impact would, hence, like the word of flame that is as like the sword of Damocles, cleave through the fog of deceit and break the chains of oppression. With this spurring vigor reawakened within their hearts, receiving such word of charge, this, too, in seeing their grateful praises when begotten of such command, further fueled the Father's Flame amidst the reawakening of Therah's graces outside the palace walls. Light shed upon the horizons beyond Her skies. The Seraphim and the Cherubim sang their worship upon the Father in their witness of such holy majesty and divine grace in power. Setting motion, a return to life and light across this world, and a newfound bond in purpose, the Holy family and the fellowship have taken charge in their union. Accepting the new covenant bestowed upon the Princes in their honor and humility.
Now, as the three somber days of the night passed in the hindsight of their past inclinations of Creation, with newfound purpose upon them with promise and security in their ability to nurture this new creation, hence, however, from deep within th... [https://img.wattpad.com/91db61b84ce47c7d93b1b0c90631da8976c07267/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f54496741463464394b6b383775513d3d2d313532343839373238382e3138326464356533316263636361353832343732313736333833332e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Now, as the three somber days of the night passed in the hindsight of their past inclinations of Creation, with newfound purpose upon them with promise and security in their ability to nurture this new creation, hence, however, from deep within the chasm of chaos and the womb of desolation, plummeting was the fallen Prince of Passion Lucius, now Tyrant of Treachery; when fused as one with Scig'nuelle along with his demons, their wailing cries lingered as they fell for all the length of these three days without sign of ending in their freefall. Until they hit solid ground, bashing and battering their fallen banners of war and cannons of battle, their beasts of terrible stature with the fallen soil and mountains that had since crumpled with them, a third of Therah and all of Lucius' Moon of Hareth, crashed like asteroids of terror creating a hellscape of desolation and destruction in the wake of their folly. Then Lucius and his devils hit such ground, with agony hitting the solid ground from such terminal velocity gained from plummeting for three days straight. There was no light or semblance of creation; this was the universe's core, desolate of life as it was, without visibility when lacking in molten destruction. Other than the maw of this trench, which is far above them and unreachable when weighed down by their grievous betrayal. Forever a reminder of what had been lost to them. A monument of their defeat and lack of purpose. This was their just judgment upon them. This place was Evedon, void of majesty and absent of grace. Mirroring their inward death, for as this domain was forgone of love, they were without heart. They would follow henceforth for three more days, weighed down without vigor as it had since been sapped from them, feeling all matter of agony as they shared the abscess within their hearts. As Lucius had when he directly tasted the sour taste of the fabled annihilation they feared. They would then moan and whimper in their battle scars, feeling all manner of such pain festering with their spilled blood and flesh, slow to healing without the pitiful licking of their wounds forever memorialized upon them in their wretched defeat. This was their prison of damnation: their hell without life, loathsome and forlorn of their former reverence.
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At the end of these three additional days enveloped in this eternal darkness and void, Lucius wakes from his loss of consciousness, slamming into the bedrock of this Evedon. Struggling to rise to his feet under the weight of his pride, his relentless efforts put him on his feet. The gravity of the core pulls his steps to pound against the bedrock. But when he does so, his contempt is resentful of their downfall and failure. As he rose, he shouted a tremendous and terrible rage bellowed and erupted upward towards the maw of this former light ever present; with such an echoing sound, however, in his ignorance, such temblors of sound could not escape the gravity and was nothing else but futile. He then peers over to the nearest to him and, as he does so, beckons his former lieutenant of divinity, now the mutually fallen Kyeshmahkt.
"Share in my proud reverence, Kyeshmakht! Raise yourself as I have risen before your begotten sight! As we had fallen together, as such, we shall stand again! For soon, akin to ourselves, our army shall rise from dismay! Do you see the light of the trenches, maw? There is our purpose, as the banners of my sigil shall rise again in reverence! Pandemonium made certain as we shall usurp the throne once and for all: onto us all!"
"With all due respect Soveriegn Lucius! What of Prince Mykhael, Prince Gabriealyk, their lieutenants, or Therah?! You can't expect us to fight on without taking account of our fall! You took divine power from us! You promised us victorious glory already, and look at us now! We're spread like cinders and made vain of our prowess, yet you genuinely expect us to follow in reclaiming our reverence again?!"
"Do you dare hold doubt against me as they have?! Need I remind you that you chose to follow me? All of you did so! All of you were already subject to me, but I desired to fight for your sake, and you all acclaimed the vision of sharing in my majesty! Yes, we were defeated, and I don't need you to remind me of the obvious, but I tell you now, our empire to reign above the stars is not lost from us!"
"Share in my proud reverence, Kyeshmakht! Raise yourself as I have risen before your begotten sight! As we had fallen together, as such, we shall stand again! For soon, akin to ourselves, our army shall be risen from dismay! Do you see the light o... [https://img.wattpad.com/0c20a3d2d60f1c86b36365f905abcccfbcce9748/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4d654e6f6178376d57724d7733513d3d2d313532343839373238382e3138326464636665373564393361636139353635303136303931312e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
"But Sovereign, you tasted the most feared fruits of annihilation! Do you think it's wise to face such a fate completely and fully worth any of this so-called empire means?! You truly wish to put was to the fullness of this power within knowing such a taste?! I don't doubt you, sire, but I'm merely concerned for the longevity of our comrades subject to face the same fate as yourself." "I answer your ignorance. If I had lived through such a cringing taste, you all would have done so. Yet if I have risen from agony hereafter, then you too can have the power to do so, for if we know such power, we can inflict a likewise contrived annihilation unto Him. So I ask again of you, Kyeshmakht, will you continue toiling in my vision?" "Thou art boldest amongst us, sire, but when can this vision come true this time?" "Do not dare hold contempt against me, for your tone, I loathe. But in due time, Kyeshmakht, for as I fought Mykhael, they talked with the heavy insistence of a creation to follow in their stead. When such a creation is made, there shall be a place where our reverence is achieved as the beings to inhabit shall name us as their rulers with dominion over their hearts. We must take this creation fully, and when achieved, if we're cunning and patient in our bold plot. They will elevate us to the stature of Kholmalechim and, as such, shall rival Therah's Kholmalechim. Then, with the reaches of our newfound majesty achieved, we shall conquer Her above us and reign forever and everlasting. However, these moments must be our time to build such foundations of a grand plan, for if we are strong enough, all will be too easily achieved and quickly strike upon our victory over this war of ours."
With this said unto him, granted, when vigor pushed upon Kyeshmahkt, who was easily tempted by this pride, he stood likewise, convinced they were nothing without Lucius's abhorrent vision. They then shared his merit bare of no lingering honor in acceptance of their defeat. For vanity had filled his essence with the promise of conquest in their vain glory, they plotted with the numerous amongst them as they stood in unison. They followed such action and hailed, "Hail be to Lucius!"
[An Immortal Prophecy; The Vain Plot; Hareth]
On the Twentieth Day (Twentieth Millenium), the seasons of woe and rejuvenation came and went to pass. Thereafter, the palace of Kholmalechim radiated with tremendous light and, with the ringing of bells, gongs, and the bellowing of trumps, called to action another gathering of the sons of Therah, with the Princes Mykhael, Gabriaelyk, and the Lamb of the Flame's flesh. Of whom sat stoic, commanding of their reverence and reflected the back upon their Father's and His Lamb's Holy radiance. When experiencing the magnitude of their unified victory in divine glory, it was then that a great declaration came to be, and His stewards followed in their worship before being begotten of such wisdom. Princes Mykhael, Gabriealyk, and their compatriots called for order and a moment of silence before their glorious King spoke, echoing ripples of many tongues into being.
"My Sons and Stewards of all charge and rank, Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominions, Powers, Virtues, Principalities and Angels. To the Princes born of My Valor and My Judgement, Prince Mykhael and Prince Gabriealyk, in league with My loyal Archangels Uryaelyuh and Rapholyae, Sedlaephynn, Azrolyah, Maetrytrone, Sheyathol, and Romphyael. The Lamb of My flesh, and the Bride of My Holy Ghost. I must preface this revelation of the Creation to follow I bestow. As all of you know, Lucius had since enacted a grievous betrayal against Me and, with such grave action, has tasted of My Lamb's charge over annihilation and has been exiled from this divine fellowship for his conquest of My Bride's body by authority of Mykhael. And with his utmost headstrong loyalty, I promote Mykhael to the standing of Forerunner, the highest charge under the ruling power of My Lamb. With such rank comes the blessed responsibility of enacting My Sovereignty upon this new Creation; I will take the loathsome former bride of Lucius, Hareth, and bestow her with newfound purpose as the vessel of this Creation and its descendants. A Hareth will be made to remember her grace, which has long since been forgotten. Still, Mykhael, as her Forerunner, will gift her Arbiter's representative of his authority to safeguard her in his stead. Arbiters of whom will defend the heart of her essence as she moves through the ages under Time and Space. Though there will be many Tyrants born of Lucius's contempt of his authority, there will also be many such Arbiters as the seed that will give rise to the fated Harbinger of My Visage, and as I find them worthy of Holy and Divine possession under My Spirit, shall enact judgment upon Lucius and bring a just end to this accursed empire reigning with wicked disorder and discord forever he will have raised utilizing cunning deceit, as the empire will be born of her womb once raped of her graces. In recompense, My Harbinger of her destiny shall truly free her and her descendants, reclaiming her grace of essence in matrimony with like-minded purpose since ordained upon her Queen Mother once again. Baptized with a new heart, her descendants henceforth shall hunt off these futile witches and warlocks, dismantled of their wicked charge over her subjugation and oppression, forlorn of their eternal tyrant, shall be bestowed My just Wrath and glorious anger as fear of My retribution enacted through the reborn amongst them, squandering them to cinders upon the dust of defeat, and although the whore of desolation in their pride like their Father Lucius shall rise once more, they will prove likewise fruitless to conquer her descendants fully, starved of their prey, they shall fade to a forgone eternity of damnation, as they remember the first trespass of their Father's declaration of war against My graces. This I truly speak into being forever and ever without ceasing."
With that being spoken into eternity, the Holy Palace trembled with divine reverence and fear. In response, the tremors of erupting hailing praises and worship were sung as the bellowing of thunderous trumps and applause quaked the atmosphere. The victory of their battle was not only achieved, but a glorious victory over the war at large was foreseen with grandiose promise in their stead once Prince Mykhael, humbly gracious of his knighted appointment over the Creation to follow and the defenders of her descendants, the many Arbiters and their allies of a reborn Hareth. This was the honorable gratitude Mykhael was gifted from his Father and Eternal King, Prince Mykhael, henceforth proclaimed a new title of Forerunner Mykhael.
"Brothers in arms, song, and grace, I, Mykhael, take of this blessing with humble arms, for the weight of such merit in this role as Forerunner over a newly formed Hareth, by the power vested in me shant fade to the grim and grievous grip of those forsaken from our fellowship! I will do what Lucius could not: honor her body, guide her heart, and safeguard her wondrous works, from the beings molded from her womb sewn by our Father's hands to the nature born in her vision. From her womb shall come a savior of her spirit and a messiah of her majesty. Arbiters will give rise to this Harbinger, who is found worthy of possession under the might of our Father's holy ghost, and he, when chosen under His decerning wisdom, authority, and passion, for what is Good. Shant, fail us and our fellowship! For the Arbiters that will precede his coming works under us, and through us, shalt encourage him to smite his sword and tongue upon the Dragon of Chaos, cleaving their grip upon her grace, bruising the heart of this usurper before crushing their skull to cinders upon the dust of their just demise. Stand with me as I have stood alongside you all in the battle since upon us. As I stand mirroring my Father's visage of authority, I realize that all will be done in due time, with the death of our adversary in the wake of such coming victory over this war in our stead promised to pass. So I plead, let us gather to protect Hareth, guide her offspring, and be the guiding hand to smite the tyrant of treachery and theft that bonds her to him in her subjugation and oppression. Hail be to our Father upon the almighty throne of all Creation, and praises be unto His Spirit that guides us in our strength to protect such works of Creation!"
The brotherhood of stewards sang a continuous hailing of praises as they cheerfully exclaimed their joyous applause in witnessing King Lamb bestow upon Mykhael the amulet of his spirit of fire. When the time comes, there will be a day when Prince Mykhael, as Forerunner, will pass on this amulet to the one chosen amongst the beings of Hareth to be blessed with becoming the vessel of His Spirit. From a race declared to be named Man. Born mirroring the likeness of these angelic sons of Therah, they, like the Sons of Therah, will likewise act as Hareth's guiding image born from their Father's hand. With the promise of adoption by their shared victory at hand will follow.
Meanwhile, as the fellowship roared their hailing worship, bearing witness to the thunderous speeches declaring destiny in their midst, among them were the birds flying to and threw about the ceiling singing their songs; however, overshadowed within the borders of the stained glass in all manner of colors, there sat a keen and blackened vulture, while silent from praise, scrutinized over such a display as in its presence and, through its eyes like a viewing lens utilizing the magicks of mystic divination was further observed by Lucius among his many legions of devils. They watched onward and, when hearing the declaration of their promised decimation and annihilation. They began to panic, void of grace: some shuddered with fear, others gnashing their teeth with rage; they called for action from their eternal sovereign sitting upon his makeshift throne of chaos matter, Lucius with a crown of stone, within the bellowing shouts ringing all about the palisades of their constructed architectural marvel of Pandemonium. A mockery of Kholmalechim, the magistrates at the forefront of this unholy communion call for order as Lucius raised his hand for silence after waving away the lens they begotten their witness towards.
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"Attention! Subjects under the leagues of my Legionary magistrates. Subordinates and comrades! We have taken heed of a great proclamation by Mykhael and Him who banished us! You all have witnessed that they, in their standing, see us as a threat to be reckoned with! Do not fret, for this tells us one thing. They fear our presence; we stand at the precipice in knowing that these beings, this Man they call it. It will be the herald of our destruction. So I ask, for unlike Him, I shall take heed to the suggestion by my magistrates! Call for action, and I shall deliver!"
The magistrates murmured and formed a consensus in their multitude across an array of suggestions and debates amidst one another. Some for enacting destruction upon this world to come. Others abandon such a project to stay and build themselves up within this Hades of theirs.
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More brazen among them called to build a tunnel to invade the innards of Therah to crumble Kholmalechim, while the sensible in their midst called to bridge themselves to this Creation and expand beyond themselves in their conquest. Scig'nuelle's tremendous shock again silenced the sixteen, waving a snap to order. "I get it. I admire all your enthusiasm, but I think Kyeshmakht's suggestion of conquest over this Creation by bridging ourselves to it is better suited to my interests. Congratulations, but how do you suppose we go about this, Kyeshmakht?"
"As their ruler commits to this work of His, we obviously can't have the means to disrupt it with Mykhael as this so-called Forerunner of Man. But whilst He does so, how about we use the materials granted to us in building up this senate palace of ours and make a back door to such a creation promised to be? We extend our reaches and grab hold of this Man to befall her womb. Any other such beings or manner of nature to come would, in turn, be more susceptible to our ruling dominion. We raise our empire through such beings, and from such stature, we gather a grandeur to rival Kholmalechim formally. Though our consulate here sure is grand, at the end of the day, with all due respect, sir. We are confined here without means of expansion and are unknown to their witness. Unless we plot to usurp this Creation and enact our ruling through this "Man" they speak of with such reverence. That sire is how we break their morale; they forsake this Man with their Hareth and prove we have won where they have lost."
"I see.. I admire your emboldening proposition, and with that said, I, Lucius, the sovereign of this monalithic empire, shall outreach to this, Man creature, and the by the beings amongst them, usher ourselves an uprising to dominate Creation, by this world we will seize the prowess of a feared magnificent dominion to rival Therah, for I say upon you now, it is better for us to rule and to reign upon this Creation, than it is to be weak servants in Therah! I will secure this grand vision and usher my mark upon her, and she will hail me as her true sovereign and forsake such weakness, welcoming this show of power. Let us reap such bountiful majesty and harken an era of our glorious mark upon her for all time! Comrades of house Lucius! Do you take heed my call?!"
It was then that they followed in their cheers, and before long, they continued to witness this Creation upon the horizons of the void being split on itself. The demons began constructing the bridge to this very same Creation, Hareth, was soon to face the conquest upon her as like her Queen Mother Therah. However, the difference is that there will be no defense, for no defense has yet come in her name, no Arbiters, and indeed no resemblance to the Creation of gifted creatures called Man. In haste, the devils of under Lucius's house crest, mined and as they toiled in constructing such grand show of architecture in their unison driven by Lucius's influence and vigor commanding them and by the crackling whip of Scig'nuelles trembling forces over their hours of sloth, with all manner of emplacing every stone and paving the tar from their sea of Styx. Such a grandiose bridge was constructed to rival the grand Wall of Therah. The road of Evedon was strung to the bordering horizon and, with its vain completion, outreached a monumentous curse upon this world to follow her sanctimonious Mother. While the Legions expected rest the following day, there was, to their surprise, under the law of their Sin, no such rest came unto their slaving away. For Lucius willed it to be hastened as a race to get a head start as they all knew that all upon Therah, including the Living Flame, commanded their day of sabbeth shall pass before beginning the new beginning of a new Hareth upon the Universe. As such, the days upon them to follow, continued to toil in their laborious construction amongst the whole of the legions and the terrible beasts among them.
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Once the second sabbath passed with a new purpose, when this new covenant was observed in their stead, once commanded upon the Universe, time, and space. The Living Flame onwards seized the twenty-second day (the twenty-second millennium), formally beginning the Creation of Hareth, as her sewn remnants reunited from what had since been destroyed and were now made anew. While flawed, she resembled her remnant majesty despite such flaws. While forlorn of her divinity, the hands that sewn her Queen Mother Therah back to resplendant magnificence would share in that same visionary work. Although this departure from divinity meant being under time and space, unlike Therah, meant her architecture would be slowed and chaotic, it still held great beauty to what has been exumed from her dormant state within the void of the Universe superseeding her grace. No longer was her Creation done day by day in divinity, but while flawed, subjected under time in her Creation for seven millennia multiplied tenfold.
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As the eras and millennia came to pass in His labor as time and space passed. Hareth, ultimately would turn from a hellscape of magma ridden sphere of chaotic explosive fires and rock as the parts since destroyed in her disarray were carefully and fearfully sewn with wonderous power and nurturing care in the hands of her Father's Spirit, it later would become whole once her pains and stitches of tectonic plates settled upon her reforged body, carefully with His breath like an all encompassing wind, cooled the rock solid upon her surface and within her nostrils breathing life of vegetation. Following this, the salt of his laborious vapors condensed and rained floods of tremendous seas and oceans, replenishing her face with extravagent hues of color outstretched all about her heavens as her seas exumed from them in tandum with vegetation, the ozone firmament, shielding her from the harsh energy of chaos surrounding her within the void of the Universe beeming upon her by the stars spread and strewn throughout such vast chasms of space. During such eras following her recreation, the first beings to harbor her bussom were not of Man, but the race moldend out of the reborn remnants of both former stewards and astray rebles who long since doubted both sides of Therah's battle long since passed. They were the first of four animalistic races of sentient beings to inherit the bounty of her breast, the first to inherit isolation amid such chaotic passing of ages. Were the Drakkar, able to enhabit as the first beings among her first beasts born of her furtile soil. Wiped of their memory as they followed in doubt and inaction, they would face the toils of their loanesome race, surviving in the ages of Creation still being conducted in their midst. However, once all was done, tens of millennia to follow a multitude tenfold upon this Creation of Hareth would see the birth of many beasts that flew, crawled, and swam amongst the beings born of their unknown rebirth, following the Drakkar. They were then the Tigarrie, the Beartoth, and finally the Wolvens. This marked the Age of Beasts following the completion of such Creation in their stead, and as their visionary Father looked upon them, in her beauty, He said, "It is finished, for all is good." As this very age passed, the Creation of Man had yet to come, but when the time came to purge away the warring tribes of their savage bloodshed and futile warmongering upon one another in all manner of brutality when influenced by the evils of Lucius and his Legions possessing their hearts. The Living Flame commanded a great flood to form, and as the oceans and the seas followed, they were then bellowing great vapors into the air, terrible raines drove the resourceful Drakkar and the resilient Wolvens into hiding in the bouls of Hareth's mountainous breasts. Leaving the likes of the Tigarrie and the Beartoth to stubborn to result to hiding, in turn were bestowed their purging desimation as they were followed in their erasure to the anals of Hareths prehistorical Age of Beasts. When the seas resettled, a great reset was done unto Hareth. With this reset, the Drakkar and Wolvens erected from their hiding and cut connection with one another in hopes of surviving. As quickly as the purging flood passed, the Creation of Man became certain as they inherited the whole world, unlike the four animalistic races, to only their restricted domains. With its rainbowing prisms of color, the world formed an underlayer upon the ozone that further prevented an all-encompassing flood from forming beyond this age.
It was then that Man was beheld to the eyes of His Angels, victorious when returning after another week of Creation in Therah's time, returned to sabbath once again, all was good upon Therah. Following this sabbath, Mykhael and his powers would henceforth watch over humanity, whilst in the meantime, Lucius and his Legue of Devilish Legions further plotted and labored at enacting disorder since the completion of their Chaos Bridge bound to Hareth. This destiny followed the many eras harkend thereafter the Creation of the Universe, the battles of Fate, with the promise of reclamation in its future. All was done, and all was finished, what followed was Man's legacy, with all the trials, tribulations, and troubles that came with their inheritance of this grand new world, among the likes of the beasts strewn about the sky, land and sea, to facing their preceding beings surviving in their midst, the Drakkar and the Wolvens, along with the good and the evils that follow within Mankind. This was nonetheless, their world to guide her destiny through the coming ages of time, throughout their world to live by and to die by, this was encompassing of Mans destiny to foster, Hareth, and her work of establishing such wonders, was all but finished, now it was her descendants turn to decide the future of her majesty.
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