Orclion

Existence was divided into three realms.

The Heavenly Realm. The Earthen Realm. The Infernal Realm.

Below them, countless minor realms of all types existed, none able to match the might of any of the Three Fundamental realms.

The Celestials led the Heavenly Realm, The Immortals led the Earthen Realm and Demons led the Infernal Realm while the Rulers controlled all the minor realms.

Together, they formed The Myriad Unity and allowed peace to reign supreme.

The mortals were allowed to cultivate and reach for the Heavens as a balance was installed between the Heaven and Earth, all according to the Heaven’s Will.

And yet, among the billions of trillions of living beings within the Myriad Unity, one seemed unsatisfied.

“They are lying to us.”

This man went against all known truths and contradicted the very gods.

“We are in a false world! Mere pawns used to study an outcome!”

And so in search of freedom and truth, this man committed the ultimate taboo.

He rebelled.

Against The True Gods

Caine lay impaled on a grand lance of bronze, covered in black runes. His arms and legs were outstretched by long golden chains that soared out of the void, wrapped around and into him with vicious intent.

His skin, flesh, and bones constantly fell away in waves of rotten matter, only to regenerate in the next instant.

Floating in the air in front of him, Uriel stood.

"You know, the heavens were once filled with those like me, angels of untold beauty."

"We once lived in harmony with all there was and acted as the arbiters of good. We stood for all that bathed in light."

Uriel's smile faded. His hands reached out and…

…dug into Caine's face, gouging out his eyes.

Uriel played with the eyeballs in his palms, looking at them with a strange mix of emotions—fear, hate, reverence, and… jealousy.

Fate(II)—Uriel(II)