1. King of Corrupted Angels.

Warning.

A bit of angst, and you'll be confused a bit in the beginning, but it should make sense.

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Narrator's Viewpoint.

There was a grand hall larger than any, pillars of quartz that held a ceiling which could easily fit the tallest of trees, it was almost like a dome above their heads.

But there wasn't darkness despite the lack of sunlight or artificial lighting.

Hundreds if not thousands of angels sat on the right-sided table of the grand hall.

Lesser angels, Angels and Archangels sat on the same table, their wings varying in span and quantity. And yet they sat without a real order, as equals, all beneath Him.

But He was not here.

He had not been since the start of the 'Scenarios', and this was already the 9th scenario.

Their faces were beautiful, sculpted personally by God as a reverence to his being.

Their bodies where shrouded by brilliant light as they all tucked their wings to fit side-by side, sitting down on the grand and long table...

All of their faces full of light turned with worry to the one at the end of the table, the brightest one sitting on the table, the one with the biggest wings and the most pure color on his robes.

Metatron smiled, the same smile he would give anyone across the millennia that have been, and that will be... The same smile.

But his eyes reflected the same worry as the lowest ranked of angels.

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9th Main Scenario - Duet of Good and Evil.

Sub-Scenario - Selection for the Duet of Good and Evil.

Difficulty  - S+

Clear Conditions - Fill the Table of 'Evil' for the Duet of Good and Evil.

Time Limit - 20 Minutes.

Failure - Death.

Rewards - Advancement to the Duet of Good And Evil, Banquet of Good and Evil.

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And so, Metatron glanced around the Angels that looked up to him for leadership.

He spoke, his voice echoing in the halls in a soothing and calm tone.

"We have learnt that defying the scenarios is... Impossible... Those that attempted to defy the star stream.. We have lost many."

Metatron spoke with a solemn tone. It was clear that they had lost those that had attempted to escape to find their lord once and again. 

The halls that had innumerable angels barely had numbers in the thousands.

No one could deny this. If not even Azrael, The Angel of Death, or Seraphiel... Or even Abaddon had been able to come back, then that only means that they wouldn't either.

"Therefore, for the sake of Good, for the sake of Him we will need to fulfill the scenario... We do not serve a purpose to our lord if dead."

It was almost immediately that someone rose to defy the Scribe of Heaven, Metatron.

"That's... Ridiculous! To turn against each other for the sake of these ■■■■■ 'scenarios' is not what we were made for!"

An archangel with large wings, brilliant light surrounded her and blonde hair long enough to fall while curling to the back of her knees spoke. Her eyes glimmered with a shade of green and her face contorted into worry and passion...

Uriel spoke. Her voice was slightly raspy and her tone was worried and rushed. Turning around to see if anyone would support her stand - She turned to Raphael, but he shook his head...

A sensation unlike any she had felt in the Millenia amongst the glory of god filled her mind and being - Until the soft voice of someone else spoke.

"Uriel is right, Metatron - There has to be another way! To kill our own for the sake of survival is a most wicked thing. Has our lord not said to trust in his word and his will? That not even one hair shall fall from out heads without his approval - If this is his way, then so be it." 

Jophiel stood up, speaking with passion as she had even sprung out her wings behind her back, backing away from the table...

She was the first of many that rose from their seat, rising from fear as their fear turned into passion.

Their faith was far greater than their fears.

[Some Watching Constellations are Impressed by Faith.]

They all turned to the floating creature in the ceiling. It was almost as if the heavenly light around them was attempting to avoid the creature.

It had two long horns on its head. Its eyes where dark and its sclera shone in a crimson light. It was big, even bigger than the wingspan of Metatron, as it stared at them with sharp teeth and white wool-like skin. 

It wore a navy colored suit and a top halt of a matching shade..

"I'm impressed, Angels from Heaven! Although I understand that not everyone amongst your ranks agrees with this, am I right?.."

The Dokkaebi. 

It grinned manically as it watched as the Angels turned around to the empty table on the left side of the hall - it was pitch black. There wasn't a single Angel in there...

But some soon caught onto something..

Metatron raised his voice.

"Michael?... Michael!?"

Metatron sprung up his wings as he flew up, attempting to peer over the mass of Angels - It wasn't difficult to spot Michael. It was never difficult, as one would simply have to find the largest and most pure wings...

At this call to Michael, Angels begun to search for him...

But Metatron tried to find the one Angel in heaven that always knew where to find Michael. The only one that could match the savage spirit of the greatest warrior in heaven.

"Lucifer! Where is Michael?... Oh Lord... Where is Lucifer..?!" Metatron exclaimed..

Metatron rushed out of the building, his wings pushed against the air as the wind blew almost like a typhoon that blew the dokkaebi away, and the angels rode this tide of wind with their wings. The hall was so big that their wings could freely fly without worry, and light evacuated the hall as the angels rushed out in search...

It was unspoken in all of Eden, but they all knew what would happen...

Someone had a bit of fame as a troublemaker.

[Various Constellations are enjoying this show!]

...

The fruit of Good and Evil, it was the only thing that God prohibited Adam from eating from within the Garden of Eden.

It was a massive and lush tree. Its trunk was as wide as an elephant and taller than any tree.

It was the most beautiful and perfect tree. 

It was only fitting that the most beautiful fruit would grow from it. But, this fruit was far from the most perfect.

An Archangel with flowing platinum blonde hair was sitting on the highest branch of the tree, his wings had massive white feathers. 

They were carelessly extended, almost like stretching his legs...

His eyes carried an unnatural color, Purple. They glimmered as they stared at the fruit on his hand.

The Fruit of Good and Evil.

Michael was beautiful and so was his smile. 

His smile shone brightly as he contemplated the beauty in the garden of Eden for what he knew would be the last time.

"Michael... You shouldn't do that. I'll miss the color of your wings."

Michael saw the eyes of Lucifer. They shone in the same shade of purple, though they glimmered with a beauty beyond that of Michael's.

Lucifer sat across Michael on the branch of the tree. Lucifer's wings where resting in the same way as Michael's. 

Flying to the tree of Good and Evil was quite the distance.

Lucifer had long flowing hair and radiant purple eyes. Wings with a pure color of white and a radiant light that surrounded Lucifer, a Light that surpassed that of any angel in heaven.

"Michael..." Lucifer called the name fondly, as Lucifer's voice was almost as beautiful as the most soft harp.

"Lucifer... I'm afraid I've sinned." Michael laughed softly while pulling a strand of hair away from his face.

"The lord will forgive you, Michael."

They stared into each other's eyes almost like looking into a mirror... Lucifer approached Michael's form ever so slightly, though not taking their eyes away from each other, afraid that they might forget the sight.

Lucifer intended to take away the fruit of good and evil away from Michael, aware that winning by force was simply impossible.

"I've lost my faith in the lord's return, Lucifer..." Michael couldn't believe his own words while tearing his gaze apart from Lucifer and staring into the fruit of good and evil in his hand, holding it as if it was a pearl.

The light around Michael dimmed.

[The Exclusive Attribute 'Corruption' is blooming!.]

For a moment, Lucifer was thrown aback by such statement.

"So... You want to take this into your own hands, turn to evil, and go against everyone? Go against the very spirit from which we were created?" Lucifer spoke, smiling at the ridiculous thought of such plan...

"Is... it a bad plan?" Michael smiled slightly while chuckling.

"Not even I... Not even I would be that ignorant, stupid and dumb..." 

Michael laughed.

"Since when did you learn to speak something other than praises and songs, Lucifer?" He stared back up at Lucifer, smiling in these moments...

Michael paled for a moment as he saw Lucifer reaching down for a nearby fruit on the tree...

He moved with speed, like a hawk as his wings shook the entire tree as he flew in a blitz.

He slapped Lucifer's hands away from the fruit as he held them tightly, hovering in the skies like a humming bird as his face stared at Lucifer with worry.

"I can't let you do that."

"Neither can I, Michael... I would rather die."

Michael sighed deeply while his face twisted in frustration..

"I don't want anyone to die...! They all - Its my responsibility... I was given this responsibility, Lucifer! And I cannot fail ... I feel something... Lucifer - Something I've never felt! - And it doesn't feel good..." Michael's face twisted with fear while his beautiful eyes reddened with tears.

[The Exclusive Attribute 'Corruption' is blossoming...!]

Lucifer laughed while pulling Michael into a hug...

"That feeling... is called fear, Michael." Lucifer explained softly while hugging Michael tightly. Their wings wrapping around each other. Soft and white feathered wings blending with sharp white feathered wings.

The greatest warrior in all of Eden, the general of legions atop legions of angels... Is crying.

A very humane feeling, an attribute unlike that of a divine being, something that only reflected weakness.

Lucifer would've mocked Michael for this weakness... But not today..

"You've saved us enough, Michael. You've fought against evil and won, You've saved us through your battles in the name of our Lord... but, for once, you need to trust in the Lord's plan, even if it means death..." Lucifer spoke softly into Michael's ear, whispering in a soothing tone.

Michael took a deep and desperate breath..

"Azrael has said Death is nothing but a transition into the celestial realm." Michael looked up in realization..

"That's right. That's why we must die, Michael... We must die to... reunite with our Lord." Lucifer smiled.

"... But... I don't want to... I don't want some meager creatures to put the Lord's legions to a humiliating ending... And... If Azrael had not come back, Is he dead? Why... Why must our faith be put through this test, Lucifer, Why?..." Michael was desperate to know, to understand the will of ELOHIM.

Lucifer smiled and laughed.

"I don't understand either, Michael... But we were created for a singular purpose, weren't we? To serve our lord and live under his glory... You've been our savior for long enough, but for now, we do not need to be saved."

The sun's light in this realm was shadowed, and replaced by the light of thousands of Angels that flew to the scene.

They stared at the embrace of the twin-like Archangels, sitting atop the tree which grows the fruit of Good and Evil...

"Michael."

Metatron's voice blew across the air, shaking the very roots of the tree... Speaking in a strong and yet calm tone, calling back the reckless Archangel.

He could see something other than good within him, Something similar to corruption within his light...

Lucifer smiled at Michael as they parted from the long hug, as Michael flew into the air, rushing towards the Scribe of Heaven...

"Jophiel, Michael, I must speak with Lucifer in private..."

Lucifer suddenly shrunk back... As if afraid of being scolded for something.

Michael's eyes turned with worry at the bright Archangel still sitting on the tree...

Lucifer stared into Michael's eyes for one last time as Michael turned away, flying away with Jophiel and various other archangels, as they'd have to suddenly explain the slower ones that everything was alright now...

Metatron's wings fluttered with grace and strength as he landed atop the tree.

"What have I done wrong?" Lucifer's voice was calming and soothing, looking almost desperately at Metatron's tired and wise eyes..

Those eyes were uncertain as he bent over and picked a fruit from the tree. 

A beautiful and most succulent, appealing and ripe fruit.

"... Good cannot exist without Evil, Lucifer..."

Metatron balanced on the thin branches of the trees and walked closely to Lucifer, gently placing the fruit into Lucifer's hands...

"..."

Lucifer stood there, wordless as the weight of the fruit was next to insignificant...

But never has lucifer ever felt more disgust towards Metatron.

Lucifer laughed nervously...

"Is this... a test?..."

Metatron smiled, it was the exact same smile that would always be on his face whenever he'd be asked something difficult to answer.

"... Are you jesting?... Why... Why not Michael - He was about to do it - Why not Uriel? Why not-"

"Michael is too strong, if he were to fight against us, we would all die... Uriel isn't the one capable of swaying the faith of an Angel, Lucifer... Your words are music to ears, you were created to praise God, and you will praise him through your sacrifice... Good must exist in this world, Lucifer... And without evil, there cannot be any good... You understand, Don't you?"

Lucifer laughed at the absurdity.

Lucifer's gentle hands shook while holding the apple...

"You are twisted, Metatron." Lucifer's face contorted into disgust as hatred begun to brew.

[You have gained the Exclusive Attribute 'Corruption']

Metatron smiled, while locking gazes with Lucifer...

[Warning. There are 10 Minutes Remaining Before the Failure Penalty is Enacted.]

"..."

Lucifer's eyes shook at the warning...

"..."

Fear spread through Lucifer, staring at the apple...

It gave one without knowledge of good or evil the knowledge to understand and enact with a free will.

But to those that already knew good and evil..

It turned good into evil.

It turned evil into good.

"The clock is ticking, Lucifer... Do whatever you must, refuse, and we shall perish, Good in this world will cease to exist... A world without Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, Raguel, Jophiel or Camael... Not even Michael would exist in such a world, is that what you wish for, Lucifer?"

Lucifer feared the thought of such world.

Metatron stood there, his eyes settling atop Lucifer...

"... Metatron... I find your lack of faith disturbing. You are such a disappointing leader..." Lucifer's voice spoke bitterly without losing the nearly contagious joy in it...

Lucifer broke out in laughter, as all of the spite in Lucifer's heart wasn't enough to break Metatron's smile.

The apple neared Lucifer's lips and the scent entered Lucifer's nose...

It was sweet.

[A New Story is Being Born in the Star Stream!]

The brilliant archangel took a bite.

Lucifer fell from the sky like lightning.

And in a singular moment, the brightness around the most brilliant and glorious Archangel of heaven vanished.

A demonic air erupted in the place of the light. 

A brilliant darkness shone in the place of the light that once stood.

Lucifer fell from the sky as Lucifer was struck with unimaginable pain...

Lucifer's white feathers fell, screaming in pain as if they were being torn out violently.

The six wings became nothing but a skeleton as even the flesh around them fell - The bones suddenly burned ablaze in the air of demonic energy around Lucifer...

Lucifer screamed once more as bone begun to poke out of the skin on Lucifer's pale back, through the white and now bloody robes that where being tainted by blood..

Bone erupted as Lucifer erupted in pain, as the bone grew flesh and the flesh grew large and black feathers. Six wings full of beautiful pitch black feathers larger than blades...

Lucifer's skin became pale, as demonic energy begun to spread in veins throughout Lucifer's body, shining red as it burned on the archangel's skin...

Lucifer screamed as black horns cut through the pale skin on Lucifer's forehead, erupting and shining through with demonic energy...

The whites on Lucifer's eyes turned black as the red veins spread around...

In a moment, Lucifer took a breath, feeling something soothing - Relief...

Lucifer had fallen from the sky like lighting, but never hit the floor.

In a swift moment, Lucifer spread the dark wings, gliding gracefully and laughing softly...

Feeling... Stronger. Far stronger.

Lucifer was never one created for the purpose of strength - And now Lucifer felt strong enough to defeat Michael...

'... Michael won't take this well...'

Flying back up towards the tree, and noting Metatron was no longer there...

[You Are the First Of Your Species to eat the [Fruit of Good and Evil]!]

[You have completed an impossible achievement.!]

[200,000 Coins have been rewarded for the impossible achievement.]

[You are now a [Demon King]..!]

[The Bureau is determining your modifier.]

[A new story is soon to be born.]

"Michael..." calling the familiar name fondly, Lucifer shook at the sound and power behind a simple world.

Lucifer's voice echoed in the air with a lack of grace, it echoed violently as the trees shook and animals in the distance fled.

It was a voice laced with demonic energy, an evil tone...

Lucifer was saddened almost to tears, but there was a time limit...

[You are the leader of 'Evil']

[There are 9 Minutes Remaining before scenario failure, please fill in the vacancies.]

[Your 'Side' only has 1 Participant.]

[You require at least 1/3rd of the total population within 'Eden' to join the side of 'Evil'.]

[The Scenario Difficulty Has Increased!]

[The Bureau is increasing the difficulty rating of the scenario...]

[S+ -> SS+]

'...'

Lucifer laughed for a moment...

This was something incredibly impossible...

To convince righteous and infallible angels to turn to evil - Was something only Lucifer was capable of doing.

Lucifer laughed with an increasing anxiety, flying at speeds at which Lucifer has never reached before...

Cutting through air in the heavenly realm faster than sound could reach, even daring to think not even light could be this fast...

And for a moment, Lucifer thought something..

'Michael won't take this well...'

...

The grand hall was full once again. Angels sat side-by side on the right side.

They awaited death, reluctantly, though faithfully...

Light sided with them and only one of them seemed to lack peace... No, a few noticed something was wrong.

"Metatron, Where is Lucifer?" Uriel was the first to ask. Worried for the sake of a close friend.

Michael frowned and Uriel sighed as Metatron simply smiled...

It was right then that the air blew violently...

Something put them all on edge. In a mere moment, everyone stood up, some unsheathed blades and some - Some stood paralyzed, unable to move at all.

The Status of a Demon King poured into the grand hall, from the left side, as it suddenly shone with a dark light.

The weakest of angels were paralyzed without avail in front of such a strong demonic being...

Those capable of unsheathing their weapons could only hesitate to even dare swing their blades, in terror.

Those unaffected were the only ones that could see past the darkness.

Staring at an ethereal beauty with two massive black horns and flowing platinum blonde hair. Purple colored eyes that shone amok the darkness. Red veins along pearly skin and black wings spread out - Wider than even the massive Dokkaebi that was monitoring the scenario.

[3 Minutes Left.]

A familiar and precious laugh to most spread through the halls.

Michael didn't dare to call the name.. Afraid that it would be true.

"... Luci-...Lucifer...?" Uriel called the name, hesitant.

[Various Constellations applaud the dramatic reveal!]

[3000 Coins have been sponsored.]

Michael's eyes were frozen on the pair that he was so familiar with.

Gazing back and forth from the black wings to the demonic energy that was stronger than anything they have ever witnessed...

"Michael."

Lucifer called the name fondly, but it wasn't the sweet, song-like voice that filled their ears...

It was a demonic shriek-like tone...

Lucifer walked, nearing the table...

In a moment, the dark status was absorbed and contained within Lucifer's body. The demonic form suddenly stopped being as intimidating, for a moment, it seemed as it it was just another demon from hell...

Part of the demonic features disappeared - the eyes became normal and the skin was once again lively and beautiful..

But it was evident, the wings were there and the horns protruded through Lucifer's head...

"Michael..." The Song-like voice whispered once more, turning longingly towards the Archangel and smiling softly..

Lucifer turned away and smiled at everyone, the angels that had known the Archangel for their entire existence.

"You've feared death.! Your faith has dwindled.. And that is fine...! You've witnessed my power, You have witnessed what I can do...! I shall be your protector, I will be the one to save you and my glory will be your glory! Let them die their death! Thou shall live on! If fear lives within your heart, then fear no more, because I am here.! I am here where God has not, and I will be your strength where God has failed you." A sweet and charming tone spoke to them.

Lucifer spoke loudly in the familiar voice that once sang praises to God. The same voice that they could only remember as glorious and trustworthy. 

They turned their faces, full of fear, doubt, uncertainty and regret...

The words didn't matter. All some of them wished for - Was to live...

Michael was frozen on his spot, uncertain of everything..

No one was certain of wishing to die except for a few. They couldn't even feel God's spirit among them anymore - And the light of his glory dwindled among them...

Various angels stood - a few turned into dozens... Dozens grew into hundreds and hundreds turned to thousands.

Angels sat on the left sided table, brushing past Lucifer and his black wings...

Some gave nods, some gave their thanks, and some knelt before Lucifer...

"Metatron -! This is ridiculous -!" Jophiel was the only one who was sane enough to say anything..

"You have to stop this - Stop this - Metatron - Scribe - Please - This can't be - That can't be Lucifer...!" Uriel teared up as she saw more and more leaving, turning to Metatron as she could only look in despair at the twisted smile on Metatron's face.

Gabriel, Camael, Raguel and Raphael didn't have words in their mouth - not in heavenly or humane tongues to say anything...

Michael stood up as his wings spread out menacingly...

Everyone in the room froze as Holy Energy poured out of Michael's body, his hand put in his sword and his entire body trembling...

His gaze fell on the smiling Lucifer, a beautiful smile that greeted those in desperation with warmth, as more and more rushed to Lucifer's side while the time was almost over.

"... Scribe... Tell... Tell me... What the ■■■■ did you do to Lucifer... Tell me .... Tell me! ...or I'll ■■■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■."

The words out of Michael's mouth were censored by the profanity filter in Eden as he put the cold edge of his blade to Metatron's neck...

Metatron merely...

Smiled...

Michael jerked his blade forward with the intention of decapitating the Scribe of Heaven.

The Savior's Sword was suddenly stopped..

[Combat is Not Allowed Within this Area.]

In a sudden moment, the Dokkaebi snapped its fingers as Michael's body fell to the ground - Sparks begun to float around his body as they grew in intensity - Burning feathers and skin as Michael ferociously roared almost like a beast - Screaming as he saw Metatron's smile...

[The Time is Over..]

[The Sub Scenario has Ended.]

[49% Of the Current Population has joined the side of 'Evil']

[Please Enter your seats, as the scenario will commence.]

Michael was forced to sit by the scenario's probability, his body was jerked around the air, as sparks kept on biting his skin, forcing him to move...

Michael's eyes darted to Lucifer - large wings encompassing the table with over 3000 Angels. As he protected them from the gaze of those that judged them...

Michael couldn't help but worry at the blood on Lucifer's robe - As if his wings had been torn apart, ripped out of their socket...

His view was then interrupted by the Star Stream's window.

[9th Scenario. - Duet of Good and Evil.

Difficulty - C

Time Limit - 30 Minutes.

Failure - ???

Clear Conditions - Take at least one bite from each of your plates. Keep an orderly conduct.

Notes - There will be small events throughout this scenario...]

Michael relaxed as the sparks of probability stopped biting on his skin...

The Dokkaebi flew around, snapping its fingers as food appeared on their tables..

Wine and bread...

Michael took a deep breath, staring into the worried eyes of the Archangels and angels around him, he swiftly broke into tears, digging his head into the table..

He wasn't a prophet, but he knew what was about to come.

Lucifer kept up a smile, as they showered praises and angels talked about how they all understood each other - supporting their own mistakes...

The Dokkaebi flew by, as he snapped his fingers..

Fine plates appeared on the top of the table, covered by a silver lid...

In a sudden moment, an angel on the other side of the table screamed...

The light around him had turned dark - His wings were violently falling off and his skin was turning red.

Screaming louder and louder - Everyone in the grand hall turned as they saw the repulsive sight - the angel's skin was tainted into a dark color by the demonic energy - His head was stabbed by a massive horn and his wings fell - turning into bone-like, bloody and fleshy wings...

They grew large black feathers and only then, the screaming stopped...

Lucifer saw the sheer horror in the eyes of every angel around him, the screams of pain were a fresh memory - And they didn't wish to turn into a hideous creature...

Lucifer uncovered the lid of a nearby tray - It was a fruit of good and evil...

Everyone in the hall was shrouded in horror. Angels were unable to eat their bread and drink their wine in peace as thousands of Angels that had followed lucifer slowly corrupted - They turned into Demonic creatures...

Lucifer had to smile to cover fear - Once directing a symphony of praise towards God, and now directing a symphony of pain and suffering...

Angels could only cry in fear and anguish as they saw their old friends turn into the very beings that they were born to loathe...

Lucifer didn't dare turn around to face Michael... Fearing the idea of Uriel crying. Fearing the idea of Raphael becoming depressed...

By the end of the 30 Minutes, the left table was unrecognizable. 

They had become 'Evil'

The right table was full of those who remained pure, writhing anguish and fear... They remained 'Good'

If this was a duet, then the melody would be screams, and the dance would be tears and pain...

"All of you have a new life, rejoice, For you will live to see eternity... Through pain, your fear has been purified... I am your protector, Your King... Under me, No one will make you feel such pain, ever again." Lucifer hid his own regret through a calm smile and lies.

Lucifer unleashed his status and spoke to the corrupted angels...

[You have Gained a New Story...]

[The Dokkaebi Bureau has Determined your Modifier!]

[Your Modifier is Being Spread Throughout the Star Stream!

You are now the 'King of Corrupted Angels']

Lucifer took a deep breath and smiled through his unending regret...

And for one moment, wishing to hear Michael once again, try and explain Metatron's plot...

But...

'You will kill me now, won't you?...'

...

[The Story [King of Corrupted Angels] has finished its storytelling.]

The outer god held the story in its hand. Almost like a book that played out on thin air...

"What does... Why...? Why have you shown this... ■■■■, Its a sad story, y'know... You should've warned me..." Azrael broke the silence as Seraphiel could only think it through with a complex gaze - Still regretting having left Metatron in charge...

Their status was low, it was no longer clashing for the intention of battle - It had reached an equilibrium.

"The downfall of Eden begins as Michael absorbs this story, full of grief, attempting to bring back Lucifer - In turn, his memories begin mixing - His identity mixes with that of Lucifer, becoming the King of Corrupted Angels himself. This power is manipulated by Metatron - As he uses the stored fables of 'Resurrection' from the first Messiah to give Michael the ability of Resurrection... This in turn, causes a fragment of his memories to die with each death, turning him into a mindless being that will die 178 times before bringing the death of every angel in Eden..."

" I see..." Seraphiel nodded, understanding this Outer God's plan.

Their true voices did not carry as much intensity - They truly only sought to speak. 

Not to battle.

"I'm still not catching on - what? Do you mean that just by having this story in your hands - Michael won't ever become the 'King of Corrupted Angels'..?" Azrael said - It sounded too simple, too easy to be true.

"That's right."

The Outer god smiled...

Placing the story back into its coat, It reached out its hands and spoke almost happily.

"Now... I'll tell you my price."

...

Chapter Done.

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