“So Bertrand has some kind of Ishin power inside of him, and I’m not human, even in the slightest...?” Nezariel asked, taking both Bertrand and Purson by surprise. The demon king flinched ever so slightly, remembering the feeling of Lucifer’s glare through his niece’s eyes. However, that only gave him the determination to face his own decision. “It’s time for you to know...” The demon king said, standing up to face Nezariel, who was also standing. While Bertrand, feeling some kind of family issues vibing all around, kept quiet. Purson fell over his two knees, bending his whole body towards Nezariel, until his forehead touched the ground with a very solid sound. “First of all... I, Donnovan, deeply apologise to you, little sister. I haven’t been a good uncle, neither

“The war ended with Lucifer’s side being absolutely defeated. Their comrades, and brothers and sisters in arms were locked in the deepest part of Eden, and judged by the greatest archangel of all, Michael.There was a place in God’s creation, forgotten by all living things. This place was only fire, depth, heat, and damnation. There was no possible chance that the defeated side could ever survive in that hole.And yet, Lucifer and his underlings were all cast out from Eden, tossed right into that fiery pit, and that was the first dark dawn of Sheol. The problem was that this war was caused by a renegade cherubin, whose name is long forgotten by history. He called upon a conjuration to fight against Michael and Metatron, whom he found out to be plotting against humankind, by using the forces of nature, ruled by the Ishins, and even by influencing human’s choices.They tested them with nonsensical tasks, sent plagues, a

Michael, the most powerful archangel of all creation, stood guard silently, right beside Metatron, who was at a high pulpit in the highest tower in the most impregnable stronghold of Eden’s seventh layer.Michael was one of the most handsome angels, losing only to Lucifer himself. His fiery red hair was long, curly, and framed his face like a flaming crown. His light brown skin carried lots of battle scars that would never fade. Congratulatory gifts from the first war, between the twelve great archangels of God, and the fearsome soldiers of Tehom.His muscular body was evident under his platinum armour. Slick, but thick at the same time, his arms and legs looked like they could tear a mountain apart with their bare will. And his height made common mortals tremble in fear back in those days.His green eyes scan

Raziel touched the hilt of his sword, and a loud scream echoed through the gigantic hall. All demons and angels came to a halt after hearing the sound, and stood there, hands ready to get their weapons or release their focused power, but not moving a single inch beyond that. Raziel’s sword, Adversary’s Bane, had an essence on its own. Only allowing Raziel specifically to carry her around, and everyone that stood against him was dreadfully shredded by its blade. It was beautifully proved when he left the unaccountable  battles of the great civil war without a single scratch. Everyone who heard the shriek of his sword, knew it only meant death and destruction.   But Michael chose to dare, and unsheathed his own s

“Dad...?” Mathew asked, looking startled.The young woman kept whining on the floor, but the young man paid no attention to her anymore. She couldn’t move anyways.“She’s not the one you’re looking for, son...” Jeremy’s ghost said, looking sad and disappointed.But was it really his dad’s ghost?He didn’t look dead, nor translucent. He looked nothing like a ghost was supposed to look like.“What... What do you mean? Why’re you here?” The young man asked, looking even more lost.“She has a...” Jeremy’s ghost was about to say, but Mathew interrupted him.Last Updated : 2022-03-01