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Angel

Forseti and Ander exchanged glances before stepping out of the room and leaving the Temple of Light.

As they emerged, they looked up and spotted a curly-haired man in armor not far away. This man appeared ordinary but sported broad white wings that fluttered gently, suspending him in mid-air.

"An angel?" Forseti hadn't anticipated that the visitor to Hearthglen would be an angel.

Thousands of years ago, these beings, known for their graceful wings and beauty, were active on Earth. Yet over time, they faded from human memory, retreating to their homeland—the Golden Holy City.

Forseti activated the Eye of Reckoning to assess the angel.

In the vision of the Holy Light, six layers of ripples shimmered around the angel, indicating his formidable sixth-level strength.

Furthermore, as an angel, he bore no mark of sin, his aura a pale yellow akin to that of the Paladins in Hearth Valley.

The angel conversed with an elderly paladin, evidently old friends. Spotting Forseti exiting the Temple, the angel turned and gracefully glided over, accompanied by the elder knight.

"Great Lord, allow me to introduce my friend, Daniel—an angel from the Golden Holy City, servant of the Lord," the knight introduced Daniel to Forseti. "He once saved my life."

Forseti greeted Daniel with a nod. "Hello."

Daniel seemed taken aback. "The Great Lord of the Silver Hand? Are you Forseti, the Sun God of Asgard?"

"Yes."

"This is truly an honor!" Daniel smiled with surprise. "It's been centuries since you walked among us. I never imagined I'd meet you in my lifetime."

Forseti nodded thoughtfully. "From what I know, angels haven't been seen in the human world for thousands of years."

"We occasionally venture out to observe," Daniel admitted. "However, since an angel's fall into Hell, the Golden Holy City has closed its gates, and our master has turned a blind eye to the outside world."

"And Daniel, what brings you to Hearthglen?" Ander inquired.

"We face a crisis," Daniel hesitated. "I've come seeking aid. We need help in battling demons that have invaded from Hell."

"Demons?" Forseti's interest piqued.

Daniel nodded solemnly. "For reasons unknown—possibly summoned deliberately or through a dimensional breach—a horde of demons emerged from Hell recently."

"They've invaded the chosen holy land of Jehovah on Earth. The angels have fought valiantly, but the demons are relentless. We've suffered heavy losses in just a few days."

(God of Bible isn't OOA in marvel unlike Dc where bible god is Presence .

Yahweh is a Skyfather like Odin or Mephisto .. an extra - dimensional entity)

He continued, "Knowing of Hearthglen and the Silver Hand Paladins' reputation as champions of justice and enemies of evil, I come to implore your aid. Will you stand with us against the demonic armies of Hell?"

"Of course," Forseti replied without hesitation. "Protecting Earth and combating demons is the Silver Hand's duty. Even without your plea, the knights would rise to the challenge."

With demons leaving Hell, their powers were diminished, further weakened by the Holy Light's influence—rendering them vulnerable.

Forseti's current strength assured him that even the Lords of Hell posed little threat unless they were the most formidable.

Nevertheless, some Lords adapted better to Earth's environment than others. Mephisto, for instance, suffered severe suppression outside Hell, whereas others maintained their strength more effectively.

"Thank you, Aesir, God of Justice!" Daniel bowed gratefully. "So, where did the demon invasion occur?"

"In the American West, at a place called San Venganza,'" Daniel replied.

San Venganza!

The name sparked recognition in Forseti's memory—a contract associated with vengeance and frequently mentioned by the Ghost Rider. Mephisto and Blackheart had coveted this contract, leading to conflict.

Could it be Mephisto's doing?

If so, Earth had formidable defenders, and Forseti felt reassured.

He queried, "You mentioned a holy land chosen by Jehovah. What significance does San Venganza hold in this invasion?"

"It holds none," Daniel clarified. "San Venganza is esteemed solely because Jehovah once resided there and created the Spirit of Vengeance."

Forseti pondered this revelation.

"I suggest we depart immediately," Daniel urged, wings fluttering with impatience. "Malachi leads the angels against the demons, but I fear he may not hold out much longer."

"Agreed. Let's proceed at once."

Forseti rallied dozens of knights, mounted their Holy Spirit steeds, and set forth with Daniel toward their destination—San Venganza in the western United States.

In 1826, decades after America's independence, the nation's population remained sparse, especially in the wild west, where settlements were few and far between.

San Venganza was one such inconspicuous village in the west, distinguished mainly by its name.

The name, "San Venganza," hinted at divine retribution. Legends among the locals spoke of its mysterious origins, yet few knew the truth: Jehovah had once dwelt there, creating the Spirit of Vengeance...

At this moment, this ancient site faced an unprecedented calamity.

Angels in white soared through the skies, brandishing swords and wings against the demonic onslaught.

"Kill them! Devour them!" Demons bellowed, descending upon the wilderness and ruins, darkening the skies.

Among the angels, a figure in blue armor stood resolute, facing the demonic horde with unwavering determination.