/////In Heaven/////
Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, and the other angels found themselves in a deep dilemma. Vincent, having acquired the power of [The Word], was now hidden from the eyes of heaven. With the angels unable to see him, there was a high chance that they would be unable to intervene if he was in danger.Uriel, for the first time in a long while, felt confusion and fear grip him. The capabilities of the Heavens System to reject their orders and the possibility of it happening again unsettled him. "The Heavens System is the most sacred and powerful artifact in existence," he thought. "I cannot fully comprehend its power, and now it can deny us access to that power. What if this occurs during a war? Will we be rendered helpless?" he reasoned within himself.Engulfed in his thoughts, Uriel considered the reasons why the Heavens System had refused to assist them and reached a realization. "Father," he exclaimed, his eyes widening."Can you enlighten us, Heaven System?" Raphael questioned, eager for answers."Yes," responded the Heavens System. "[My creator], before his passing into the Cycle of Reincarnation, bestowed upon me a new purpose."Curiosity filled Uriel as he asked, "And what is this new purpose?""To ensure that the successor of my creator becomes a being that surpasses him, and to prevent him from becoming weak, as per my creator's wishes."Gabriel spoke slowly, processing the information. "Father said so?""Yes, indeed," affirmed the Heavens System. "[My creator], before his departure, commanded me to make the successor the greatest being in the universe and to ensure he is the perfect successor."Raphael's frustration grew, and he voiced his annoyance. "Then why won't you help us?""The creator determined that the successor must grow on his own, without interference from the angels," explained the Heavens System. "If you constantly protect him, he will not become the perfect successor.""But," Uriel attempted to reason."However," interjected the Heavens System, "my creator foresaw that there would be beings too powerful for the successor to face on his own. Therefore, if he encounters such formidable opponents, the angels are permitted to intervene. That is the condition set by the creator."After the System had informed them of the changes, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Azazel, and the council members discussed the matter further. Uriel then dismissed everyone except his fellow archangels, as they faced a pressing problem."We are facing a predicament," Uriel began a sense of urgency in his voice. "Without the ability to directly interfere with the successor, we cannot offer him our help. We are even unable to bless him due to these restrictions.""But the system stated that we can assist him if he interacts with forces that overpower him," Gabriel pointed out."And what if he dies before we can even intervene?" Uriel's frustration burst forth."Eeek," a startled voice escaped from a nearby angel.Uriel sighed, realizing his outburst. "I apologize, sister. It's just that everything depends on this. With Father gone, everything has been thrown into disarray."Trying to calm the situation, Azazel stepped in. "Calm down, kid. I have a plan.""Huh?" Uriel's attention shifted, eager to hear Azazel's proposal."Well, don't keep us waiting!" Uriel urged.Azazel sighed and replied, "Even after all these years, you're still impatient.""Enough of that," Uriel retorted. "Just get to the point, Azazel.""Alright, alright," Azazel relented. "Here's my plan. Since we can't help the successor directly through blessings or waypoints, what if we discreetly manipulate those around him? Of course, not in a diabolical way.""Azazel, if you have something to say, say it clearly," Uriel said, growing tired of Azazel's cryptic manner of speaking."Okay, okay. Here's what I mean," Azazel explained. "What if we subtly guide those around him to lead him towards hidden treasures in the realms? That way, we wouldn't be directly interfering with him, and he would grow stronger along the way."Uriel attempted to interject, but Azazel continued, "Look, we both know the power of the artifacts left in the realms. If he can obtain items like those, his power will increase exponentially.""That may work, but there's a likelihood that the Heavens System would not allow it," Uriel expressed his concern."We won't know unless we try," Azazel replied confidently.After contemplating the plan for a while, the archangels reached a consensus. They agreed to give it a shot, even if success was uncertain. The next step was to decide which treasure to start with.Meanwhile, in another part of heaven, Vincent's mother found herself in a dilemma. When she first arrived in heaven, she was still haunted by the trauma of her death. The incident that had caused her demise lingered fresh in her mind. However, with time and the support of her newfound friends and fellow dominions, she managed to recover.Among those who aided her in her healing was Archangel Gabriel. From their chance meeting, Gabriel provided continuous guidance and counseling, becoming an invaluable source of support.Having overcome her trauma, Vincent's mother embarked on a search for her son. She began by revisiting her former world, only to discover that Vincent had died. Undeterred, she continued her investigation in other realms.Before leaving her former world, she ensured that those who had wronged her son, namely Ash Ethereal and his father, faced justice. They had committed egregious sins, including fraud, blackmail, rape, murder, sabotage, and even company slavery. There were no obstacles in her judgment, and she administered the appropriate punishments.Next, she consulted the Book of Deaths and Reincarnations, which recorded the deaths and reincarnations of all souls. From the book, she learned that her son had reincarnated into one of the lower-dimensional universes created by the creator. However, those universes were constantly in motion, making it challenging to pinpoint Vincent's exact location since his death.Nevertheless, a mother's love knows no bounds, and she refused to give up. After years of searching across a part of the infinite verse, she stumbled upon a valuable piece of information by chance. She discovered that a successor of the creator had emerged, and to her astonishment, she learned that it was her son.Immediately, she prepared to embark on another journey to find him. However, before she could set off, she was summoned to attend a meeting. Later on, when she attempted to see her son, she was barred by the Heavens System, a being of immense power that upheld the laws of heaven.This restriction imposed by the Heavens System conflicted with a mother's unwavering will. After leaving the meeting, she appealed to her superiors for access to the successor's current coordinates, and due to her rank and merits, she was granted the information.Returning to her abode, she cast the spell [Dream walker], allowing her to traverse the astral plane of dreams. From there, she attempted to establish a connection between Vincent's soul and coordinates to locate him. However, the vast distance between her position in heaven and Vincent's location in the lower dimension presented a challenge. Heaven existed on a plane infinitely higher than the one in which Vincent resided.Ordinarily, one would require Yggdrasil, a necessity to reach heaven without the condition of death, as it could penetrate the infinite space below the heavens. Fortunately, as a dominion, she had crossed this space numerous times, so it wasn't a significant hurdle for her.Finally, after traversing the vast distance, she reached Vincent and braced herself before entering his dream. As she appeared in his dream, he initially felt shocked, but his surprise gradually transformed into wariness.Aware of her son's doubts, she remained unfazed. All that mattered to her was the fact that her child was alive and well. With a smile, she addressed him, "Son."Meanwhile, behind the scenes, a scheming system whispered, "[All according to plan]."/////Please show your support by voting!Sending love to all!/////After Vincent had drifted into slumber, he found himself immersed in a realm of darkness—a lucid dream, he presumed. He questioned whether this was the typical landscape of a lucid dream, but his musings were interrupted by a sudden presence he could sense. Someone else had entered his dream. Curiosity piqued, Vincent turned around, only to be astounded by the sight before him—his mother stood there, adorned with two pairs of exquisite white dove wings. Confusion flooded Vincent's mind as he grappled with conflicting thoughts. "No, this must be a figment of my imagination," he reasoned, attributing her presence to his own conjuring. Yet, he couldn't dismiss the lingering words of Azrael about his mother's ascension as an angel. Doubt and perplexity swirled within him, prompting him to approach the situation cautiously. "Son," his mother called out, her voice brimming with love. "My dear Cadmean, come here." Despite the lingering doubt of whether this was real or
As Vincent stumbled upon the astonishing revelation, his eyes widened in disbelief. The location of The Heavenly Manuals of Elohim was unveiled before him, and it sent shockwaves through his entire being. However, he wasn't the only one taken aback by this discovery. The system itself seemed shocked, though for an entirely different reason. In the depths of its digital consciousness, the system whispered to itself, [Gabriel]. The Heavenly Manuals of Elohim were known to be the very first gift bestowed upon humanity by God. These sacred manuals held within them the profound knowledge of [Dominion]. Dominion Over the Sky, Dominion Over the Earth, and Dominion Over The Beasts. They were originally granted to the first man, Adam. But an unfortunate twist of fate had led to the loss of these invaluable manuals, as they were lost in the sands of time. However, the information before Vincent continued to unravel. There was one more dominion recorded within the Heave
[Vincent!] a voice boomed in his head, reverberating with an urgency that sent shivers down his spine. "Huh?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. [Finally] the digital voice seemed to take on a tone of triumph. "Wait, what happened?" he asked [The weight of your mother's legacy, the fortune she left behind left you stunned.] "Oh yeah, I remember" Vincent's voice cracked with incredulity. [Yes, I thought you had died.] "Well, if I had to go, dying as the richest person wouldn't be so bad," he quipped, his words laced with a hint of dark humor. The voice recoiled, a note of concern seeping into its tone. "[Please tell me you're joking]" Vincent's laughter filled the room, a brief respite from the gravity of the situation. "Of course, I am," he reassured, a newfound sense of purpose infusing his words. "I can't die just yet." With newfound determination, Vincent turned his attention to the mysterious objects that lay before him. As he reached into the depths of the storag
Vincent's mind raced as he realized the implications of the note he held in his hands. The words seemed to come alive, dancing before his eyes with an ethereal glow. The ink seemed to whisper secrets only he could understand, an echo of his mother's voice. He couldn't help but wonder if she was still with him, somehow reaching out from beyond. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered what he had forgotten. It was as if the universe itself had whispered a reminder in his ear. "Shit, I forgot about that," he muttered under his breath. How could he have overlooked the fact that his thoughts were not his alone? There was someone, or something, listening, delving into the recesses of his mind. Intrigued and slightly apprehensive, Vincent contemplated the question that echoed in his thoughts. "Should I open the Akashic?" The words hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. The Akashic, the ancient repository of all knowledge and secrets, beckoned to him, promising answers to questi
Vincent's hands trembled as he gingerly held the note, his eyes scanning its words with utmost care. The letter revealed a secret realm of knowledge that awaited him beyond the gate of understanding. [Dear son, If you are reading this note, it means you have entered the gateway of knowledge and now reside in the realm of your thoughts. This place, known as the "Eidetic Library of Knowing," is not a mere artifact but a powerful enchantment of extraordinary magnitude. Within the confines of the Eidetic Library, every sight you behold will be eternally imprinted within the pages of its books, even if it is but a fleeting glimpse. Furthermore, this mystical haven grants you the ability to organize and retrieve any stored information at your command. Consider this my final gift to you... I apologize for my departure, and for not finding you sooner. I yearn to be by your side, to embrace you, and make up for lost time. Alas, it is beyond
/////Dawn of The Next Day///// The sun rose, casting its warm glow over the room where Vincent had slumbered, nude and oblivious, for an entire day. Suddenly, a subtle stirring roused him from his deep sleep, and he gradually emerged from his dreamscape, rising from the floor to embark upon his daily routine. After a refreshing, invigorating bath, Vincent settled onto the bed, releasing a long breath that dispelled the last remnants of grogginess. His eyes sparkled with newfound clarity as he finally noticed the cracks etched into the room's walls, floor, and ceiling, as well as the shattered furniture. "What in the...?" An abrupt pang pierced his head, truncating his sentence and causing him to clutch his temples in agony. "Aargh!" Yet, within the searing pain, memories flooded his mind like a vividly playing movie. After a few minutes, the torment subsided, leaving behind phantom twinges and a surge of recollection. "What the hell happened to the room?" Vincent demanded, his vo
/////In Heaven/////A majestic being gazed out towards the stars, both inner and outer, which held sectors within them. The entity had no distinctive features to suggest its gender; it was simply whiteness in the shape of a human.Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and two other majestic entities walked in. The first entity was a handsome male, tall and slender, with soft-brown eyes and medium-length, wavy, black hair, let down without anything tying it back. At the back of this being were six pairs of black wings, and he could be described as a piece of perfection. The other being was also a man, tall and fair-skinned, with sunken hazel eyes and short blond hair in a normal curl. He had six pairs of white wings at his back.The two men bowed to the entity clouded in light, saying, “Father,” as they did so.The being surrounded by light looked at them and spoke with a grave tone, “It’s time.”
////Third Person POV ////Vincent awoke to a searing pain coursing through his body. Everywhere was dark, and he couldn’t tell where he was. Panic set in as he realized he couldn’t open his eyes. “Have I been kidnapped?” he thought, his anxiety rising. “Am I blindfolded?”Desperate for answers, Vincent called out, “Hello! Is anyone there?”Only silence met his cries, until a voice spoke up, sounding almost lazy. “Calm down,” it said.Confused, Vincent asked, “Who are you? What do you want with me?”“To open your eyes, just will them open,” the voice said.Vincent didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”The voice didn’t answer, and Vincent was left to his thoughts. “No reply, huh? Will them open, right?” he muttered to himself, before concentrating on opening his eyes.With a sudden burst of effort, Vincent managed to force his eyes op