PART 1: SACRED AVENGER ,PROLOGUE

Tsafon, the Mount of the Congregation, present day. 

One day, the archangel Uziel, tired of that endless wait, decided to climb Mount Tsaphon and 

confront your brother. He armed himself with his sword of fire, put on golden armor and took the long 

marble staircase leading to the stone building at the top of the hill. At the end of the steps, the 

Santuário do Alvorecer appeared half hidden by the icy clouds, an imposing room, built by 

wide round columns. A strong bluish light glowed inside, a glow that the archangel 

believed to be the emanations of the God Yahweh himself. 

Even through his polished helmet, which completed the handsome breastplate, Uziel's face was 

austere, and demonstrated his will. Alone, he had pondered for years, and now he had finally decided 

visit the Most High, just to be sure that the spirit of God was still asleep, lying in the 

sanctuary, and not dead, as he sometimes suspected. One day, long ago, Uziel had contemplated 

the face of the Creator, a gift reserved only for archangels — not even the angels had this joy. And what does he 

saw it was fraternity, love and understanding. So, how would the celestials have reached that degree of 

corruption? Paradise had fallen into decay, and along with it the world of men. 

But the path to the sanctuary would not be easily overcome. Michael, the Prince of Angels, direct brother of 

Uziel, guarded the divine throne, and was not willing to allow his entry. Alone, he blocked the 

passage, brandishing his sacred sword, the insurmountable Flame of Death. He wore armor 

complete, silver like the rays of the moon, and adorned by golden details on the chest, which formed 

complex designs on mirrored metal. The helmet, with a red crest and pointed jaw, had been put on 

sideways, leaving the masculine features, the unshaven beard, and the face full of scars visible. 

horrible, acquired in the Primeval Battles, an ancestral confrontation, which took place even before the creation 

of the universe. 

Michael was the strongest of the five archangels, the firstborn, the heir of the Creator. Your hair, black and 

long, it was cut by a white lock that ran to the back of the neck, and the strands were tied in a ponytail. 

horse not well aligned. If seen by human eyes, few would recognize it as an entity 

heavenly, if it weren't for the very white wings, sharp as razors at the tips. 

The gentle wind of dawn ruffled the prince's hair, and it sounded like a whistle in Uziel's ears. THE 

visitor stopped ten meters from the guardian, at the lowest part of the staircase. Silent, the two 

Giants faced each other — Miguel, strong and confident; Uziel, indignant and determined. The invader raised his 

sword in defense position, holding the weapon with both hands. 

— Get out of my way, Miguel. I am claiming the right to visit our Father Yahweh, in his 

rest bed. And my right as an archangel and descendant of the Creator. 

For a moment, the prince said nothing. Then he went down a step. 

— You're not going anywhere, dear brother. My patience ran out. I'm fed up with your insolence. 

I am the Prince of Angels, and that means I am the leader of the archangels too. My word is 

the law — determined — Yahweh is sleeping, as we all know. And He cannot be disturbed. I 

I am here to defend you, and it will not be you or anyone else who will deprive me of my main role. 

Uziel looked even angrier. 

— And how will I know that He is really in there, Miguel? You've been telling us the same thing for millennia, insisting 

that, one day, the Creator will awaken to punish the unjust. For I say this day has come. The rot 

took over the world. It's time to know if what you're saying is correct. 

— You dare question my commands? I'm your big brother! Don't doubt your 

commander. 

— Look where you've led us, and ask yourself if you're really any kind of leader. Gabriel 

dragged half of our angels into a civil war against us, and Rafael abandoned us, falling into 

disgrace. If you oppose me, which other archangel will you have on your side? Lucifer? — he joked, 

evoking the name of the greatest of all enemies in Heaven: Lucifer, the Dark Archangel, expelled by 

Miguel do Paraíso himself along with his nefarious horde. 

The Prince of Angels gave the invader a look of disdain, at the same time he raised his head. 

shining sword 

— I don't need you, Uziel. I don't need anyone. 

Then, the guardian wielded his weapon, and moved it to attack. Its flames grew, and the light of 

Holy fire reflected in the prince's brown eyes. Uziel felt like fleeing before the majesty 

of the enemy, but his strength motivated him to fight. 

—So it's true, isn't it? It is true what Gabriel told his angels... —But before Uziel 

finished, Miguel took flight, spread his wings, and descended to injure his brother with a violent blow from his hand. 

sword. Blinded by the glare of the sun, the visitor barely dodged, but managed to roll to the side 

at the precise moment. A titanic crash shook the mountain, and the flaming blade touched the staircase of 

marble, opening a wide crack in the ground. The invader would have fallen down the hillside had he not 

fluttering in reflection. He ascended to the heights, but then dived, landing in a place above the ground. 

guardian, very close to the passage to the sanctuary. Turning his back on the danger, he darted into the 

temple, underestimating the power of the executioner. 

Even though he understood that he would never defeat the merciless guard, Uziel continued his path. I wanted to enter 

Dawn Sanctuary and glimpse the face of the Almighty, just once more, even if it cost you your 

life. If the Almighty had truly been asleep, he would have gotten the answer he was looking for—that of 

that his fight alongside the archangel Michael had been legitimate. But what if he found nothing? 

What if Yahweh was not lying in Tsaphon? This hypothesis terrified him greatly, but he still 

that way he would die happy, knowing that he had defied his tyrannical brother, even if at the last moment. 

He would then have redeemed himself from all the killings, all the catastrophes he had caused, all the 

cataclysms that he commanded. 

Running and flying, he jumped into the building, over the columns and over the threshold. 

Prohibited. 

An intense light confused his senses, but soon his eyes adapted to the brightness. In the center of the great 

room, a carved pedestal appeared, and on it rested a thick, ancient-looking book, 

written inside and out. That was the Book of Life, a magnificent artifact left to the Prince of 

Angels by God Yahweh himself, and who reported, in detail, the entire history of the Seventh Day, from the 

creation of man until the twilight of time. It was marked with the Malakim secret code, a 

language before the dawn of the world. Miguel never let anyone near the tome, and 

his obsession with the object became psychotic. 

When he realized what was happening, Uziel felt his back tear into a scorching gash. The pain of 

fire burned his wings, and blood ran from the wound. Like a well-aimed bolt of lightning, the flaming sword 

of furious Miguel lacerated his back, throwing the invader into a lethal state. Stunned, he collapsed against the 

ground, dropping the saber and stretching out, waiting for death. 

The guardian stomped on the visitor's bust, crushing the metal of the golden armor. Then he pointed his 

blade to his brother's face, in prelude to the final shock. 

— Miguel, you betrayed us! — protested the injured man, spitting out a flow of blood — You betrayed the trust 

of the archangels and all the celestials. 

— I didn't betray anyone, Uziel. It was you who betrayed yourself. 

— Where is God, Miguel? Where is our Luminous Father? 

On the verge of fainting, Uziel still resisted, looking for an answer to his desperate search. No 

he had discerned signs of the Almighty in the marble temple, just the outlines of an aged book. What 

would have happened to the Creator? 

— The Omnipotent is right here, Uziel. Don't you understand? He is here, in the Sanctuary of 

Dawn! 

Uziel shook his head, convinced of his brother's insanity. 

— Yahweh is dead, that's it! He died at the end of the Sixth Day! Not just asleep like you 

had told. You have deceived us all these years, Prince Celeste — he accused — I feel 

I'm embarrassed to have followed your orders, but I'm happy to have finally reached the truth. 

This time, Uziel calmed down. Life was leaving him, but he had accomplished his mission. Now, 

its vital essence could finally dissipate, and return to the womb of the Infinite. 

Ready for execution, Miguel held his sword for another second. 

— You've lost your mind, poor brother. If you preferred to wait just a little longer, you wouldn't be extended now 

on this icy floor. The Wheel of Time will soon announce the Apocalypse. But it's not your fault. Nothing 

you could have done to avoid the fate. That's how it is written — he added, fatalistically. 

Then the prince raised his blade, and Uziel awaited sentence. 

— Don't take me for crazy — added the archangel Michael, in an unexpected speech — Before I die, 

I want you to know that I only tell the truth, and I do everything for the good of Creation. God is asleep, and if 

you didn't find him when you entered this room - he paused and then attacked with the sword, piercing 

the dying man's stomach — it's because he didn't have the dignity to look back. 

When the weapon jammed, the attacker writhed in spasms of pain. Miguel had pierced his chest, 

most sensitive part of the angelic anatomy, where all the celestial essence is concentrated, all the energy 

sacred, all the power of the pulsating aura. 

With one hand, the prince shattered the breastplate, and with the other he ripped out his brother's heart. One 

Mystical luminosity enveloped the corpse, and the body dispersed into scintillating vibrations. And that was the 

end of the archangel Uziel, patron of the Cherubim caste. 

Victorious, Miguel approached the pedestal, where the closed book rested. He slid his fingers over the 

inscriptions, and highlighted the marked characters with his eyes. He turned back to the temple nave, 

now empty. Then, he returned his attention to the sacred tome. With a mix of seriousness and madness, the 

Archangel spoke in a whisper: 

— I agree with you on one point, brother: the day has come for God to awaken from his sleep.