0. From Heaven.

Warning.

This fanfic is either going to be peak fiction or s*it fiction. I still don't know.

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Narrator's POV.

On Michael's 178th Resurrection, he could only spite the world and gaze longingly at the madness of the sight 

Lying wounded with half a body gone, the apocalypse dragon was terrorizing, running amok the stars. Its power and status was enough to shake space itself and make it ripple and wave as it terrorized constellations..

[And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the soil.]

An old prophetic fable of 'Good' played back in his mind, but his memory was too torn apart to remember where he had first known this fable.

'...'

He felt his connection with 'Eden' weakening, the nebula was being destroyed and therefore, he would be unable to resurect.

He didn't remember much about the past. In fact, he remembered nothing.

[What a pitiful sight you are.]

A fable spoke in his mind, of a familiar voice that he could not put a face to...

For millennia over millennia since He left heaven, Michael had fought evil at the stakes of everything.

[Don't think much about it.. You just need to focus on hating the evil in front of you.]

The voice of Metatron spoke in his mind, a clear memory, a clear answer to each time he questioned his lack of sanity or lack of mind. 

And that cunning smile that never changed over tens of thousands of years. Metatron never changed.

Michael was turned into an evil that would destroy evil for the sake of the fable of 'good' being remembered.

He had become the King of Corrupted Archangels...

But that never felt right at all.

'That... mad ... bloody stupid bastard.'

He cursed at Metatron..

And a sudden thrill of excitement rushed into his body - The first he could remember.

Eden was gone, and therefore, cursing was allowed for him. It wasn't filtered out.

He laughed drily, though his body was too weak to even produce the slightest sound.

He could only stare at the destruction of the star stream incarnated into the Dragon of Revelations..

He did not have any fond memories to think about. The closest thing to a fond memory was the feeling of a cigarettes' warmth entering his body and the thrill of killing Raguel...

But it all felt wrong. Smoking was only something that helped him to stop thinking about what he couldn't remember. About what made him feel so empty and desolate..

He was nothing but a killing machine designed by Metatron.

Was he once an angel as cheerful as Uriel, perhaps as lively as Jophiel...?

Could he have ever seen the glory of him?

Even if he had a god to worship, he couldn't remember him.

All he knew was that they were abandoned in the star stream.

And at that moment, Metatron ascended and claimed the spot as the highest one...

[Wouldn't you have liked to kill him?]

An old fable spoke in his mind... A usually bloodthirsty fable that asked to be unchained - It was unchained at the moment... And its story was ending as Michael was reaching the end of his life.

'.....'

Michael couldn't reason any further as the fables in his body kept on leaking out, strands of stories vanishing into the atmosphere as they were destroyed like glass by the impact of the Apocalypse Dragon...

His spirit expired and his soul was destroyed, his body became limp as his eyes lay motionless. The long platinum blonde hair had been stained with the blood of archangels and demons. His purple and glimmering eyes lay lifeless as his wings were torn to shreds and his body was turned to mush.

With a roar and breath of the Apocalypse dragon, the remains of Michael vanished as if he had never existed, powerful stories vanishing in thin air as if they were water that was evaporated.

This was the pitiful end of the Archangel. 

The Evil that Destroys Evil.

Demon King Slayer.

The Savior of Corruption.

The Flame that Annihilates Evil.

The King of Corrupted Archangels.

But.. 

It wasn't always like that.

This was the star stream. The realm where countless of constellations and higher beings spectated the vents unfolding as they fed their endless need for entertainment.

A being above Metatron saw the unfolding events from within the Celestial Realm.

A being living outside of the worldlines and outside of the outer world border.

An existence with enough power to rival an outer god with ease took a deep breath.

This was the 1863th end of the Archangel Michael. The 1863rd end of Eden and something that greatly depressed this being of immense power.

She stood on a void of space, stars beneath her feet and the screen of the star stream projecting beneath.

[A constellation familiar with Eden expresses their disappointment.]

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She closed the window while looking at the stars with an empty gaze.

She was tall, her skin was pale and her eyes were narrow. Her frame was gentle and yet slightly outstanding, holding an elated air of power, she shone brightly as light itself followed her.

Her hair was silvery, long and flowing, wearing a dark suit with gloves of a similar shade of black, crossing her arms and observing with a longing gaze..

'... Its a shame.'

She moved around ever so slightly and extended her hand to the stars beneath - They shifted.

Sparks lit around her as if she was suddenly in a storm of electricity - And in a moment, they vanished without leaving a trace of their existance.

She moved through worldlines as if switching channels on TV.

This was the immense God-like power of Seraphiel...

Though she felt ever so slightly lonely...

There were memories inside of her mind...

Times before the star stream, God's glory in the heavenly realm and his holy spirit, the First Messiah, stories known to man being written, stories that one day became legends and myths... Even the fall of Lucifer from the grace of God.

The first flame and the first man. The first living creature and the creation of what many call earth.

She could remember times where the heavens existed in nothing but joy, angels, cherubim, archangels, seraphim, and many filling the space of the celestial realm - And one day, it suddenly vanished.

One day, many had attempted to leave to find He who had vanished - but had been powerless against the Last Wall.

Many perished outside of the outer world barrier, devoured and torn by countless outer gods.

And now, she stood alone.

'Oh well... I still want to find out what happens in the 1864th world line...'

She entered the star stream as 'A Constellation Familiar with Eden' and saw it from the moment that the world line had a slight change from the others - The emergence of Yoo Joonghyuk was the very thing that turned the worlds into many...

But in a sudden flash of light, the transmission turned off.

"Huh?" She was confused although calm..

Light around her begun to vanish as it was seemingly absorbed by another being - Another Entity was approaching.

But it wasn't vanishing - it was being distributed.

A being so divine that light could only chose to follow it - Was a being that she knew far too well.

"Azrael."

She turned her head to the being incapable of death or life. A being that had declared itself neutral - Neither good or Evil - As Death had no such alignment.

It walked through the void in existence with their hands to the back of their head, walking chillingly as they smiled briefly and waved at an old friend.

They were in a form with long sky-blue hair and eyes shining as if they were made of precious gold.

They couldn't be described as male or female, because they couldn't even settle their mind on such thing. 

"Yo." Azrael waved at Seraphiel, approaching her without a care in the world. 

"Its been... Two millennia since I last saw you?..." She furrowed her eyebrows as she could feel the familiar power of the confusing being in front of her.

She crossed her arms and walked to Azrael, feeling the light around her encompassing Azrael and seeing as the shining glory strengthened, briefly sending light throughout the entirety of the outer world boundary...

"■■■■... That long?... Yeah?" Azrael acted calm as it looked up at Seraphiel, raising an eyebrow.

Seraphiel lost her composure for a moment as a warm and slightly passionate expression reflected nothing, but one thing. Worry.

"Why the ■■■■ do you just vanish and - ■■■■ - I though you were dead. Like - Really really gone... Stupid brat..." She sighed hummed, her face returning to its cold and business-like state...

"Why do you even worry about me? Dying is not something I can exactly do, you know?" Azrael laughed at the ridiculous thought of dying, it was so ridiculous that a short laughed turned into a full-blown laughter.

The Archangel of Death was death itself.

Water cannot get more wet. Fire cannot be cold. Death cannot die. 

Seraphiel's serious face turned into a frown as she felt like she was being mocked by the obnoxious laughter...

"Shut up."

Azrael, in turn, decided to laugh louder, enjoying as Seraphiel slowly lost her composure..

But in a moment, Seraphiel's face reflected something that wasn't annoyance, but rather caution.

"No, Shut up."

She put her mouth over Azrael's mouth, concealing her status as the light around her body suddenly vanished - as if being sucked into her own body...

In the outer world boundary, not only did these two beings exist, watching the endless timelines.

But also Outer Gods.

Azrael caught on and light was pulled into its body - it hid its status as they saw a colossal entity passing by...

It had massive tentacles and countless eyes. It was bigger than an entire moon and held razor sharp claws on its tendrils. Its body had no real shape as it existed in a colossal mass that wondered around.

An outer god.

"I want to kill that. Its hideous."

Azrael whispered while smirking at the cautious face of Seraphiel that warned him against it.

"Do you perhaps want to start a war?"

"Meh-"

Seraphiel smacked Azrael's head with a book on her hands, a thick bible that she summoned out of thin air.

"Do you want to kill that?"

"Yeah-"

"■■■■■■■■." She cursed at him.

She smacked Azrael with even more force, as the pages were torn apart and the cover was destroyed entirely - Azrael barely flinched..

She waved her hand as the bible reconstructed itself and its pages returned to her hand.

She threatened to smack Azrael once more.

"Fine, but you owe me one-"

"HAH?! No, I don't!"

She smacked him with the Bible once more.

In a sudden moment, the cosmos around them shook violently..

They saw a violent shadow among the void of darkness... But it wasn't a shadow.

It was the long cloak of a man-like figure, gaps from within the dark cloak shone brightly. Its face was darkened, with only two gleaming eyes staring at them from under the cloak.

The cloak was long, as it dragged through the stars beneath..

"I heard you sought to battle an Outer God."

The being poured out its status as the very space around them rippled, the distant outer god was blown away and yet the two heavenly beings only stood there unmoving.

In a moment, Seraphiel raised her status to match this Man's. Her body shone brightly, light and blazing power erupted from her body as there was now light on the darkness as she stood in front of Azrael.

From the sheer pressure of her enormous power, the fleeing outer god in the distance begun to burn away.

But before she could gather the words in her mind to speak, the other one spoke.

"Are you not tired?"

The cloaked outer god had far too much sanity than any other which she has ever encountered.

Azrael noted the same.

Seraphiel's voice echoed like the trumpets of heaven across the rippling space.

"Such weakness is not part of my nature."

Her voice shook the very core of any being who heard it - Even the highest of Fable Grade constellations wouldn't be able to stand without trembling.

"I'm certain you must be tired... How long have you watched countless stories for what purpose? To see the return of your god? To find what you had once lost? I cannot help but find your scenario pitiful.."

The outer God spoke as if it knew her well, and for a moment, the cautious gaze of Seraphiel turned ever so slightly down as if reminiscing of old.

Isolation wasn't what she had been created for.

On the other hand, Azrael unleashed their status, the bright wave of light intensified as it doubled in size, the outer world boundaries shining beyond comparison as their combined status overshadowed that of the Outer God.

"Are you just here to speak ■■■■■■? That's low." Azrael laughed softly as countless wings suddenly erupted from their back.

Large feathers that couldn't be called white or black sprouted from each wing. the wings violently fluttered as Azrael flew into the sky, light struggled to follow Azrael as they rushed in a blitz with a scythe in their hands, swinging at the Outer God's body, intending to split it in two...

In a blitz, the Outer God took out a sword. It wasn't anything magnificent, but it wasn't common-looking either. It was a simple steel sword with a black guard...

The outer God moved as if it were a masterful swordsman - deflecting the scythe with an unstoppable force and swinging their body around, kicking Azrael in the gut as the status clashed violently - Azrael was thrown back like a ragdoll as Seraphiel caught Azrael's body with an invisible force and placed Azrael behind her..

"I did not come here to battle those From Heaven. If I had come to battle, your lives would be no more."

The voice of the Outer God boomed along with his status that clashed against the status of those from heaven. And as Seraphiel could see, they would lose.

Azrael stood up and scoffed, walking forward with an even bigger scythe and a violent status as they walked calmly with an edge in their eyes - The angel of Death would have to prove why they were called the Angel of Death.

Seraphiel's arm stopped Azrael.

"What is it that you want?"

Seraphiel's true voice boomed like a melody of trumpets and harps, shaking away any being that dared exist within a lightyear of distance.

"Seraphiel, Messenger of God. I simply wish to see a story... A story that you will play."

From beneath the hood, the Outer God Smiled.

And Seraphiel remained silent.

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Chapter Done.

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