"Log Day 1024 July 7, 1997
Northeast the Britain Isles, a colorful meteor shower lighted up the sky and filled the horizon with yellowish-orange hue."

Just one of the thousands witnesses' records, what could have gone down that night? 

What mysteries does it hold nigh?

THE ARMAGEDDON SAGA I: REFLECTIONS

“Dissimula! The demon of disguises, what a coincidence to find you here, or is it. I think NOT!” Michael’s growling voice rumbled as he approached the suspect and the fairy demon, flapping his white wings, and displaying his glory. 


The black shadow quivered in fear in the sight of the firstborn, Mikhail. 


Victor could not believe his eyes as well. Considering they are in some part of an illusion, he said to himself as he jumped out of that train, his physical body disappeared, only a small dimming yellowish sphere can be seen. 


“What… what are you?” The angel’s feet touched down the pavement they’re supposed to be standing upon. 


Something inside of him tells him to run, it maybe instinct or even the blackish shadow, but he could not move, he has no feet, and even if he imagined running away, his mind could not control the yellowish sphere that he became. 


48/XLVIII. No One Can Serve Two Masters (Mastered)