(CHAPTER 34) NEPHALEM

millions of years ago (The war known as the Eternal Covenant War arose) The massive planet Parafox bore witness to the clash of the most formidable entities—the king of all demons, Satan, leading his fearsome army against the united front of the angelic hosts, including the revered archangels. In the midst of the colossal war between the forces of darkness and light, an event unfolded that would alter the course of history forever. Uriel, The Archangel of Light and Wisdom, known for his immense knowledge and ability to guide others through enlightenment, spoke his mind to the leader of all the angels, Zephrael, who was known for his unwavering courage, strength, and dedication to righteousness.

"Do you really think we can defeat Satan." He said, looking at Zephrael for answers. "Yes, I am certain of it. That may not be the case in terms of power. But we do have that spell." Zephrael said as he averted his gaze, looking towards his precious son who was cradled in his arms. He then worriedly looked ahead where the ferocious war still raged on, bodies of both demons and angels could be seen deceased on the floor, their bodies mutilated and distorted. I fear that my son will suffer the same fate of those that have lost their lives." After hearing this, Uriel looked towards Zephrael with a shocked expression. "Are you suggesting..." The Archangel Uriel didn't have to finish his sentence to know what Zephrael was going to do. He looked up towards Uriel with a look that confirmed Uriel's thoughts. "Yes, but as I am in the process of reincarnating my son. I need to be protected." Upon hearing this, Uriel gave a look of acknowledgement to what Zephrael was proposing. "I will protect you and your son from harm, even if it costs me my life." He then walked a few steps until he was in front of Zephrael. "I promise, I will not let anything harm that boy of yours." He said under his breath as he felt a sudden surge of determination within his celestial essence. "woah...do you see that light, it looks like he's up to something." Said one of the demons as it turned towards his army. "COME ON YOU SAVAGES, IT APPEARS THE ANGELS ARE HAVING A MEETING WITHOUT US." Uriel, the Archangel of Light and Wisdom, stood at the forefront of an intense battle. Countless demons swarmed around him, their vile presence threatening to overwhelm the angelic forces. Uriel's gaze was focused, his wings spread wide, radiating an ethereal light that pushed back the darkness.

His mission was clear—to protect the leader of all archangels, Zephrael, as he prepared to cast a spell of reincarnation upon his newborn son. This spell would ensure the child's safety and grant him a chance to thrive in a realm far removed from the chaos of the celestial war.

The onslaught of demons seemed relentless, their numbers multiplying as each passing moment brought more vile creatures into the fray. Uriel's reality-warping ability allowed him to effortlessly manipulate the fabric of existence, disintegrating demons with a mere thought. Yet, the relentless onslaught threatened to test even his unwavering resolve.

As Uriel unleashed his power, clearing a path towards Zephrael, a lone demon slipped through, charging towards the vulnerable child. With a surge of panic, Uriel darted towards the demon, determined to protect the leader's son at all costs. But before the demon's blow could strike, it was abruptly intercepted by another demon—a surprising twist of fate.

The unexpected savior wielded a wicked, demonic weapon, slashing through the attacking demon with ruthless precision. Uriel, momentarily stunned, watched as the demon's crimson-stained blade found its mark, ending the threat to the innocent child. A mix of gratitude and confusion filled Uriel's heart as he turned to face the unexpected ally.

The leader of all the archangels, aware of the dire situation, approached Uriel with a solemn expression. He extended his hand in gratitude, acknowledging the demon's unlikely act of valor. In this moment of shared understanding, the boundaries of allegiance blurred, and a newfound respect began to blossom.

With the threat neutralized, the leader of the archangels focused his attention on the completion of the spell. Zephrael invoked ancient incantations, channeling celestial energy into a ritual of immense power. The forces of light and divine essence converged, weaving a complex web of destiny and rebirth.

As the spell reached its crescendo, the archangel leader's son was sent forth to Earth, the planet chosen as his sanctuary. Time itself became an enigma, for the moment of his return would remain hidden, concealed within the vastness of the cosmos. It could be millions of years, an epoch untold, until the cycle of reincarnation would bring him back to fulfill his celestial destiny.

The leader of all the archangels Zephrael, gave a huge sigh of relief as he knew his son would finally be safe from both the war and the effects of the powerful spell they were going to cast. He looked around for the demon that came to his aid so that he could thank him one last time however, it became apparent that he was no longer there. "whoever that demon was, I owe him a great debt." Thought Zephrael as a gentle smile appeared on his face. In just a few minutes, his idea of demons being evil flew out the window. Perhaps some demons wern't evil which made Zephrael think that maybe one day, both angels and demons could co-exist with one another. As the battle of chaos ensued, the last of the Archangels, Seraphiel and Metatron could be seen emerging after fighting in a battle with a horde of relentless demons. Their wings, once vibrant and majestic, were now slightly tattered but still retained an otherworldly beauty. With determination etched on their faces, Seraphiel and Metatron made their way back to the grounds where the other archangels had gathered to regroup. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the weary warriors returned, their presence heralded by a soft, ethereal hum.

As they approached, the archangels Zephrael and Uriel turned their gaze towards Seraphiel and Metatron, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. The battle against the horde had been fierce, and the toll it had taken on their fellow archangels was evident. The two Archangels then looked towards Zephrael with a worried and confused expression on their faces as they wondered where his son had gone, fearing that he may have succumb to the demons clutches. With a heavy heart. Zephrael began to speak about what happened. "I harnessed my divine powers and enacted a act of reincarnation. I infused my son's essence into the soul of an innocent being on a distant planet, Earth. I chose this sanctuary as it lay beyond the reach of the raging war and posed no threat to the celestial realms." "I see. Don't worry Zephrael. In this new incarnation, he'll be shielded from the horrors of the battle." Said Seraphiel, as he put his hand on Zephrael's shoulder. With that said, they all glanced at one another preparing themselves for what was going to happen next. The four archangels, determined to end the chaos and seal Satan, prepared to cast a powerful spell. The spell, however, carried a perilous drawback. Once enacted, it would banish all angels to their homeland, the heavenly realm. Should any angel step foot outside of heaven thereafter, the seal imprisoning Satan would be broken, releasing him back into the world.

The archangel leader foresaw this outcome and sought to ensure his son's survival. By reincarnating him on Earth, he safeguarded his child from the spell's consequences. It was his hope that in due time, his son would grow strong and mighty, destined to confront and vanquish the demons that had wrought havoc upon the cosmos.

Satan, who was the embodiment of pure malevolence, sensed a disturbance in the cosmic balance. Whispers of the archangels' plan to cast a sealing spell reached his ears, sparking a flame of fury within him. The very thought that they might attempt to seal him away on the planet forever ignited his wrath like never before.

With a thunderous roar that shook the foundations of the planet itself, Satan unleashed his formidable powers. Biogenesis surged through his veins, granting him control over life and death. Flames danced at his fingertips as thermokinesis engulfed his form. Arcs of lightning crackled around him, fueled by his command over electrokinesis. Radiant beams of light erupted, revealing his mastery of photokinesis. And with a mere thought, he bent reality to his will, distorting the fabric of existence with his reality-warping abilities.

In a twisted fusion of these dark powers, Satan transformed into a nightmarish abomination—a monstrous amalgamation of chaos and destruction. His form was an unholy spectacle, a grotesque manifestation of his burning rage and desperation. "YOUR FEEBLE EXISTENCE ENDS NOW! YOU WILL NEVER SEAL ME AWAY!" Bellowed Satan, his resolve burning with malicious intentions.

With unrestrained fury, Satan charged towards the four archangels, his powers surging forth in a maelstrom of malevolence. But as he neared, an awe-inspiring sight greeted his demonic eyes. Millions of angels materialized before him, their radiant presence forming an impenetrable barrier. Their collective strength and unwavering determination defied the very essence of darkness.

Satan faltered, momentarily stunned by the sheer magnitude of divine power arrayed against him. The unified front of the angels stood resolute, their determination matched only by their unwavering faith. They knew the stakes, and they were prepared to sacrifice everything to seal away the source of darkness.

In the midst of the celestial congregation, the archangels—beacons of heavenly light—stood firm. Their unwavering resolve cut through the turmoil, their gaze fixed upon their ultimate objective. Seraphiel, Metatron, Zephrael and Uriel, channeled their combined energies, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. Their voices resonated with divine authority as they invoked ancient incantations, binding their power together.

As the sealing spell reached its zenith, the very fabric of reality quivered in response. A surge of ethereal energy cascaded across the heavens and the earthly realms alike. The spell, imbued with the collective strength of the archangels and the faith of millions of angels, coalesced into an unbreakable seal.

With a final surge of divine might, the archangels unleashed the culmination of their efforts. The seal enveloped Satan, its radiant light burning away the darkness that clung to him. "DAMN....YOOOUUU." He then turned to the archangels, glaring into their very souls. "You may have sealed me away, but this will not be enough to contain me forever. I will rise again and when I do...I WILL TEAR THIS WORLD APART." He Shouted, cackling like a maniac as parts of his body began to be sealed away. "when that time arrives, I assure you...we'll be ready to vanquish you for good!" Responded Zephrael, as he exchanged one last glance at the Demon king. In an instant, the king of all demons was imprisoned, locked away within the very planet he sought to conquer.

And thus, Satan was sealed within Parafox, a planet forever marked by the remnants of his malevolence. The seal would stand as a testament to the triumph of light over darkness, a beacon of hope for all who resided within the cosmic tapestry.

As all the angels were transported to heaven via the rules of the spell, the celestial realm reverberated with echoes of victory, the angels breathed a collective sigh of relief. The four archangels, their mission accomplished, exchanged solemn glances. They knew that their task was not complete, for evil would always seek to rise again. But in this moment, they had prevailed. Their unity, courage, and unwavering faith had triumphed over the forces of darkness.
As joy and happiness spread throughout the atmosphere, Archangel Seraphiel turned to Archangel Zephrael, concern etched across their countenance. "Zephrael, while we have succeeded in sealing Satan, we now face a new challenge. We, the archangels, are banished to heaven, unable to intervene in the world outside. The demon race, still rampant, poses a threat to the balance that we have fought so hard to uphold."

Zephrael, the leader of the archangels, nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed upon the sealed entity of darkness. "You speak the truth, Seraphiel," he responded, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. "The absence of our presence will surely create an imbalance in the mortal realm. The demons will continue to wreak havoc, unchecked."

Silence enveloped the celestial gathering as the archangels contemplated the gravity of the situation. It seemed that their victory had come at a price they had not anticipated—an inability to protect the world they held dear. However, in the depths of Zephrael's eyes, a glimmer of hope flickered.

"Though we may be banished, my dear Seraphiel, there is a beacon of light amidst the darkness," Zephrael began, his voice filled with conviction. "My reincarnated son, the one whom I sent to Earth, will soon awaken to his true nature as an angel. He carries within him the power to vanquish the demons and restore balance to the realms."

Seraphiel's as well as the other archangels eyes widened with realization, a surge of hope replacing their initial concern. "Zephrael, you speak of his destiny—the destiny to become the savior we so desperately need," they said, their voice resonating with both awe and determination. "If he is to fulfill his purpose, we must have faith that he will rise to the challenge and embrace his angelic heritage."

Zephrael nodded, a sense of tranquility settling upon him. "Indeed, Seraphiel. Our task now is to patiently await his awakening, for when he emerges, his powers will manifest, and he will become a force to be reckoned with—a beacon of light in the face of darkness."

With renewed resolve, the archangels turned their gaze towards Earth, their hearts filled with hope and anticipation. Though they were bound to heaven, their faith in the destined arrival of Zephrael's son burned brighter than ever.

And so, the celestial realms watched and waited, knowing that the balance of power would one day be restored. In the face of adversity, the faith of the archangels remained unshaken, for they believed in the indomitable spirit of their chosen savior.

(Present time)

With resolve burning in his eyes, Neon accepted his subconscious's proposition. His voice, filled with newfound determination, rang out, "Yes! summon the Angel Blade!"

In an instant, the air crackled with celestial energy as the Angel Blade materialized in Neon's grasp. The weapon gleamed with a luminosity that defied comprehension, its blade embodying both heavenly purity and infernal potency. As Neon gripped the hilt, a surge of power coursed through his veins, infusing him with unwavering strength and purpose. "did I have this power all along....the power....of the angels." Neon said in a shocked manner. Yes it shocked him that he even had these powers, but what shocked him to the core, was how familiar this power felt. Everything that was happening felt fluid and natural to Neon. As he struggled on grasping the situation, he looked towards Mordred who's face looked more agitated and confused than ever before. "How...how does a mere mortal even have this power. It shouldn't be possible for it to even exist anymore....HOW DO YOU HAVE THE POWER OF THE ANGELS BOY!!" Yelled the demon in a booming voice which could be heard throughout the whole forest. The demon was so confused on how Neon acquired such power, after all, the angels were banished to their home, heaven after sealing the king of all demons Satan, in a far away planet. And if any of the angels were to ever set foot outside of heaven, it would break the seal which imprisoned Satan. The demon of malice was a being that was terrified by all, even the demons themselves were terrified by him. He was just too strong, however, the angels had unfathomable and formidable powers that made most demons cower in fear, and one of these demons was Mordred. The unsettling revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning. Neon, with a calm demeanor, revealed his celestial nature—a being not solely of darkness but also blessed with the essence of an angel. The realization shook Mordred to his demonic core, for angels were renowned for their unparalleled power and unwavering righteousness.

Fear crept into Mordred's heart as he beheld the radiant aura that enveloped Neon. The celestial light emitted from the young demon's being cast a brilliant glow, pushing back the encroaching darkness that surrounded them. Mordred had never encountered such a formidable adversary, and the realization of his imminent defeat clawed at his very existence.
"AAAHH, don't let this power up go to your head, I will never lose to someone like you!!"

Neon, infused with the celestial essence within him, exuded an air of serenity and confidence. He stood tall, his eyes gleaming with a wisdom and strength that surpassed his demonic origins. The power of both angels and demons coursed through his veins, granting him the ability to tap into celestial and demonic forces and wield them against his foes.

With his newfound form and the Angel Blade in hand, Neon faced Mordred once more, his eyes burning with determination. He spread his magnificent wings and launched himself into the air, defying gravity and hovering above the ground.

As Mordred swung his demonic weapon towards Neon, the young demon met the strike head-on with the Angel Blade. The clash of the opposing forces created a tempest of energy, with sparks of light and darkness cascading through the air.

With each clash, Neon's hybrid nature shone through. His movements became a dance of balance, weaving between the angelic and demonic aspects of his being. His strikes were guided by newfound agility, precision, and the harmonious fusion of opposing forces.

Mordred, once the dominant force in their battle, now found himself on the defensive. Neon's strikes, empowered by the celestial energy coursing through him, shattered the demon's defenses and left him vulnerable. Blow after blow, Neon's attacks eroded Mordred's strength, chipping away at his malevolence.

As the battle raged on, Neon's wings guided him with grace and purpose. The right wing, aglow with divine light, guided him towards righteousness and protection. The left wing, its darkness harnessed with control, bolstered Neon's determination and unleashed devastating strikes.

With a final surge of power, Neon executed a masterful maneuver, swiftly disarming Mordred and leaving him defenseless. The Angel Blade, charged with the energies of both heaven and hell, pulsed with a radiant glow, ready to deliver the final blow...