Oath Against the Highest

A statement from the Testament of the Heavenly God says,

[It's not possible to sow on rock and harvest its fruit. In the same way, it's not possible to sow on the defiled race along with the perishable wisdom and the hand which created mortal humans so that their souls may go up to the realms above.

Truly I say to you, none of the Divine, the Ruler, an Angel, or Great Power will be able to see the places that this Great, Generation will see.]

And again, the scriptures were right!

For even the Heavenly God himself did not witness, the coming of New Age!

"But heck, I'd say!" Screaming while still being held hostage by that fuckin' nobody...

I don't understand why those people of old kept on underestimating mankind! They are digging their own graves!

Can't help but laugh!

If I was born on that day when Balgra Kazta imprinted his name on the book of books, I would have joined their war.

Why?

"Because it's thrilling! I'd kill to feel I'm alive! And having a great cause on top of that? Ain't bad right?" I asked the empty air, but he only replied in his cold static voice, saying,

"Well, enough of that."

Yeah sure, thus I'll continue...

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As the battle between the Evil God and Heavenly God almost concluded, the battle outside the temple is also just about to finish...

"PERSISTENT BUG!!!"

Aziel, the Head Seraph—the highest of the highest among the legions of angels. He could be considered the right-hand man of the Heavenly God.

An Angel blessed with his own divinity, but his world was just a small temple compared to the world below.

He never met a human as relentless as the one he is currently facing right now.

His human face had its brows linked tight, inspecting every angle how the pesk in front of him could dodge his attacks.

Then if he was not careful enough, the Duskblade's spear of mercy won't give him any mercy! It shall pierce its way unto him like rustling gales.

Evading a hair's breadth, some of his golden hair fell. The dignified look at his head turned similar to a bird's nest.

As a handful of believers watched, he is being trampled!

Trampled by a mere mortal—Balgra Kazta.

At this moment, anger weighed on his heart.

Angels are supposed to be perfect beings, they should execute any command given to them without breaking a sweat.

But Aziel found himself irked at the puny mortal who effortlessly parried each blow from his six hands as briskly as a falcon catching its prey.

Added to the fray, he would have to deal with the Golems rampaging within the vicinity of the Heavenly Gates.

What's worst?

The bug even dared to mock him in a fake nasally voice!

"Is this all that the Celestial beings could do? How disappointing!"

Balgra Kazta wielded his spear with great efficiency, each turn and flip of the spear is like fiddling a rolling reel.

After returning Aziel's blows, he would command the dark horse to tackle three or four angels.

The unfortunate Angels caught in his charge had no means of escape, even with their wings wide open. Each of them was helpless against the unstoppable momentum that Balgra Kazta displayed.

Placing his finishing touches—a slash or a slit to their throats!

More Angels fell and as their battle continued, Aziel could not bear to look at their situation any longer.

He is gradually losing his composure!

He felt that he had to do something!

But as his thoughts trailed for an answer, something which he never expected, turned the war upside down.

"Why are you all adamant at protecting your useless God?"

"Lo—lo—yah... alty?!" (Loyalty)

Balgra Kazta asked. However, he failed to notice that his throat was already contracting which made his shout stutter.

In complement to that, his armor appeared tattered. It made his horse seem battered.

In truth, he did not want war but he grew sick of all the useless involvement of humans to the whims of the divine.

He wished to understand.

'Why the beings of earth and the children of light served a heartless God?'

Seeds of doubt sprouted at the hearts of some angels, they began to doubt why their powerful God hasn't done anything yet.

Their doubt breeds chances, it gave Balgra Kazta an opening!

Rapidly striking the heart of an unsuspecting Angel, blood gushed like a geyser. Another angel died and it fell to the earth.

Those that are still alive who witnessed Balgra Kazta's fluid motion had their eyes glued to his spear.

For the first time in their existence, they began fearing a mortal.

But Balgra Kazta could feel it. When he just killed that angel, his hands twitched! He knew that his body could not keep up anymore.

He knew that he could not contain this great power he borrowed. He needed to finish the battle once and for all.

Closing his eyes for a moment, it's as if the sky birthed a storm, his aura changed!

At the center where he stood is calm, but to everyone who wondered why he is still standing: their knees and shoulders trembled from his earlier question.

Coupled by the fact that their numbers are dwindling.

'Perhaps, because of anger? Or shame?'

Even the iron caps and armor they wore got severely torn.

"Those are divine armaments!" They all yelped and gazed at each other.

Fear shrouded in mist, their chest had sunken to a level undeserving of a Celestial being.

They thought, 'How could a mere mortal corner them into such a state?'

Unsure what to say or do at the moment. The Legions of God poured out their wrath by throwing hails of arrows which Blagra Kazta simply face with no problem

—Slicing all the arrows that blocked his path.

To present himself at the highest peak, and in hopes that others would hear him, Balgra Kazta declared:

"You are all nothing without our faith! Once a mortal realizes that power is within us all this time, we will come to know that the heavenly beings are nothing but our prison guards!"

The stolen horse from the Dullahan neighed alongside his words.

Above the sky, across the infinite expanse of the horizon...

It created an impact that pounded all who had sentience, those with ears and eyes.

From the mouth of Balgra Kazta, he gave voice to the silenced cries of the weak!

Undeniably, there was some truth held on those words.

In the heat of the fight, while his hands remained stained with blood, Balgra Kazta continued to shout.

"I shall ascend to heaven! Exalt a throne for my people, and establish a city: most regal than the finest stones above the stars of God."

—He revealed his grand ambition...

"At that city, NO army of angels: invisible or visible, NO creatures of myth: weird or majestic, NO principalities or dominions: from the stars above or below... shall ever rule over it! And NEVER is a person of immortal birth allowed to join it!"

—The source of his unsettled anger...

"Your age of Tyranny and Slavery stops here!"

—His heart which could not be at ease...

"Those by which the Divine had ruled are mere prisoners! I am here to free them!"

—Emotions that never disappeared since the day he first questioned the heavens...

"This is my oath! My will against the Highest!"

—Feelings and reasons piling on top of each other...

—Until it forced him to stand on this very day...

THE END OF THE WORLD!

As he finished his words, all the beings of the earth felt their insides pricking. They all thought in their minds...

'A man worthy of belief...'

'Someone who fights for our sake...'

'He needs our help!'

Then as if a great calamity were to happen, clouds gathered and the stars in the asylum showed their light.

Constellations drifted to form a message.

When all the beings of the earth saw the sparks in the sky, they all rejoiced.

The message said,

[BEHOLD! THE WORDS OF THE MORTAL! WE, THE PRIMORDIAL SHALL HONOR THEM!]