‘I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours, I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours, I shall pour from your cup on mine, drinking all the impurities, leaving only what’s truly yours...’ Mathew repeated in his mind like a mantra, while Uriel screamed and grabbed onto him as though she was dying the most painful death.
On her skin, strange marks started to show up, like sigils and other indecipherable glyphs, ancient language as if tattooed on her.
Mathew’s finger on Uriel’s forehead seemed to be effortfully sucking the markings on her skin, Uriel screaming as the strange tattoos looked like clawing onto her skin, unwilling to go down without a fight.
“Come on Uri, hang in there...” Mathew told her, but s
Metatron and Michael stood in their post on the highest layer of Eden. Where the scribe’s servant, the strongest archangel to ever be created, was reciting a monotone chant in order to complete the requisites for Metatron’s greatest scheme.The scribe of God looked at his most loyal servant, wondering and staring into time, when something alarmed him for a moment, making his essence pulse like a heartbeat.‘Why do I have to get my hands dirty again this time around...?’ He thought to himself, focusing his will in materialising his celestial blade, the Page of Truth.It was a breathtakingly beautiful sword, known to have never been used before. Its blade was carved with countless lines in the language of the Mallakins, and some would say that the carvings were just the same as the writings in
They stood at what used to be some part of town, but then became just a vast desert of ashes. Bertrand with Don clinging onto his back, Elleanor and Abby behind them, Azrael just staring at the duo in front of them, and a few metres ahead stood Metatron and Michael, both with maniac smiles in their lips. “I’ll give you two one last chance,” Metatron stated. “You deliver us the girl along with her mother, Purson will be forgiven for deserting the Sheol, and you, newborn abomination, will have a place among us in Eden.” Bertrand looked at him, turned his gaze towards Michael, his humanoid form glowing purple, and shook his head. “By the way you talk, you must be the infamous scribe of God, Metatron, yes?” “...” “I thought so...” Bertrand commented to no one in particular. He then felt a slight pull on the base of his coat. Abby was looking at him, her other hand held tight to her mother’s. Elleanore stood beside Abigail, speechle
Becca followed Baatar and Grace to the surface, the stairway felt surprisingly shorter than the first time she stepped through it.Once out, goosebumps took over her when her eyes scanned the vicinity.There was nothing left but a complete wasteland, and ashes fell from the sky like dead tears.Becca’s whole surroundings smelled like death, and the souls all around her screamed for a place to go, as if they couldn’t go to Hell, nor to Heaven, nor to wherever their creed was supposed to take them.No...The scream she was hearing wasn’t coming from the souls, she noticed.It was coming from all around them, as if reality itself was shrieking.
“But... She...” Mathew stuttered, unsure of what to say or what the meaning of his dad’s ghost words was.“But... I...” Becca stuttered along, slightly confused of what it all was about.“You two heard me,” Jeremy’s ghost said, his ghastly form shimmering. “I couldn’t tell you everything properly, because for some reason Becca’s twin, even though being an angel, couldn’t shine her grace on me to keep my form from vanishing. But now it’s different, and I’m fully capable of speaking and telling you all the story that started all... Of this.”Everyone was silent from both sides. It was as if they all knew that something big was happening, and a great breakthrough was about to be accomplished. The Page in Becca’s hands glowed in an unexpected manner, a mysterious and ancient power overflowing from it.“Uh...” Becca stuttered. “I’m sure that... Whatever it’s doing, it’s not my fault, and it wasn’t supposed to be doing this... Was it?”Uriel looked at the Page, coming closer to Becca for the first time in what felt like forever.And the closer she got, the brighter the Page would shine.“Is that... A page from the book of life...?” Uriel asked, looking terrified for once.“Yes, it is the Page that represents the human’s archetype of Justice,” Sabatiel answered, going on with his explanation “and it suits your sister, as well as ARC: Seeds of Calamity INTERLUDE - XIII - Between the Devil and the deep sea
Camael knew they would come. He just felt it, even though he didn’t know who they were or what they’d be after, but he knew they’d come. It was a delightful surprise that, in the midst of the battle, he could feel a familiar presence from someone as strong as the one who inherited Odin’s will. It was a bit odd to feel a presence with foreign godly power right there in Eden, but it was comforting somehow, because they needed every help they could get. However, he wasn’t able to find the one to whom that godly power belonged to. His morale increased a lot, though, so he fought more fiercely, in order to clear his field of view, to have at least one chance to find the source of that godly power and the companions that arrived with him. Camael’s Gale of The Abyss crushed and tore demons all around him, and Odin’s ble
Gabriel was one of the strongest archangels, losing only to Michael, and followed closely by Uriel. Despite the respect she showed towards him, though, he could feel it clearly. The difference in strength had been increased largely, making the Judge of the Scorching Flames surpass her brother by far. “No... You aren’t a judge anymore. It’s more like Empress of The Scorching Flames, right?” Gabriel said to himself, smiling happily. It wouldn’t be so nice if everyone were equals to one another, but he always liked it when someone surpassed him. It felt to him that the scales were shifting and the world was moving. And nothing was better than seeing the world following its righteous path. The thoughts went on and on in his head, until he reached the peak of the highest mountain that the seventh layer consisted of, only to be greeted by the most ominous presence he had ever encountered before. The mountain top was cut like a gigantic table
Mortal?Was the scribe of God right in his ears?An Ophanim. No! A ‘broken’ Ophanim? Passing a sentence on to him as if he was some kind of sinner?No!“You’re lying!” Metatron said, gasping and coughing a few mouthfuls of dark blood, looking down on Becca. “You’re nothing but a damn angel. You can’t condemn a single thing in ‘MY’ Father’s creation!”Metatron’s eyes burned, and his throat felt sore. However, his attitude was still as high and mighty as always.He had to put her down somehow, no matter the price.The scribe felt it.Latest Chapter