The Seraphic System
Chapter: 96
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(King Of Hearts)
A breath escaped me as I took a moment to gather my bearings. The sweet taste of leftover ambrosia that was now coursing, heavy on my lips. I slowly sat up, rolling my shoulders as I felt its effects. Making my body respondent once more.
The ambrosia had been the last bit from the divine quest that I had planned on trying to recreate. I felt the effect immediately, a warmth running through my body that allowed me to actually move albeit with a lot of pain.
For good measure, I drank a health potion which didn’t help much with the exhaustion.
I looked at my hand.
I had really done it this time.
Well, after all that. I was left with just one question. My eyes flickered up to my surroundings.
Just where was I?
The only sign of man-made structure was a thoroughly destroyed mansion in the distance. An originally structurally intact building before our battle.
The Architect hadn’t seemingly care much about holding back, opting to put everything into killing me. All that was surrounding that was a forest that went for less than a mile before it hit a barrier.
I fully sat up. I guess there was no time like the present.
I began my survey methodically, despite the pain radiating through every fiber of my being.
The wings weren't like fallen angel wings, these were literally made of shadows. There was light in its body which seemed to act as the figure’s bones. Along with a green energy that wrapped around the small amount of light that was present in the creature's body.
My teeth clenched and I wondered if the fates had somehow bypassed my skill. I got into a fighting stance with a curse.
The creature stopped about twenty feet away, just staring at me with two golden eyes that burned in the depths of its hood. It didn't speak, didn't move, just watched with an unnerving intensity.
It’s body seemed to phase out of reality for a moment before flickering back into a solid state.
We both simply stared at each other.
I activated appraisal instinctively.
I paused.
Seriously? It was pathetically weak.
The being had no name and its race only had the word ‘Shade’ in its place. I recalled it sounded vaguely familiar, hadn’t Gabriel said something about that?
It’s eyes pulsed and for a second I felt as if someone had taken control of the being in front of me.
Before I could decide whether to approach or ignore it, a massive burst of power erupted somewhere behind me. The air itself seemed to crack under the pressure.
I spun around.
Two blurs of gold and dark slammed into me from opposite directions.
I tensed for impact, expecting another fight, but instead of claws or weapons, I felt two soft bodies wrapping around me in what could only be described as the most aggressive hug in history.
The sheer force behind it drove me backward into the sand, but the arms holding me were gentle despite their speed. I found myself sandwiched between one very familiar presence and another not-so familiar presence, both radiating relief and worry in equal measure.
Gabriel’s curly blonde hair tickled my face, still somehow clean despite the battle. Her body was pressed into mine, making for a very awkward scene as two large sets of breasts were pushed into me.
It was her face that made that disappear into the recesses of my mind. Tears were actively streaming down her cheeks, two large eyes shining with an unrestrained relief and fading fear that made my mind whirl clear.
I had never seen Gabriel like this.
Her arms were wrapped around me, gently but in a grip I wouldn’t be able to get out even at my full power.
“Kaiel.” She half whispered.
Her body was shaking and I could only quickly wrap my arms around her. Her familiar scent consumed me and my body dropped like a sack of potatoes in sheer relief.
My eyes travelled to the second person that was hugging me with the same intensity.
Her skin was pale, creating a stark contrast against her shoulder-length black hair that fell in sleek, straight lines with subtle waves at the ends. Sharp cheekbones and a defined jawline gave her face an aristocratic look, while her eyes had a piercing and seemed to reflect light like polished steel.
She was as beautiful as Gabriel, which came as a surprise since Gabriel was no doubt the most beautiful woman I had laid eyes on.
Azrael.
The Angel Of Death.
She looked at me shyly, though the fear, relief and anxiousness radiating from her was palpable.
Even with the awkwardness that should have came with this situation, I found myself relaxing in her equally comforting embrace.
-{Gabriel}-
-A Few Moments Prior-
Gabriel floated in the sky, anxiousness and fear consuming her. She felt the pull of the curse, the tips of her wings turning black from the sheer negative emotion she felt.
Their attempts in re-opening the portal were proving fruitless. Her elder sister was strong, but some things just couldn’t be brute forced. Gabriel felt her world crashing around her.
Kaiel had been tired, he had just fought in a battle way above his weight class only to be thrust into another battle with a being who was at the peak of his strength.
Even she was exhausted, as were most of her siblings. She wanted nothing more than to simply sleep… preferably with Kaiel in her arms.
Yet, the anxiousness and fear were enough to maker her body tremble against its lack of energy.
Raphael had joined them at some point, attempting to help. While Gabriel kept attempting to call on her tracker powers. She did it in an almost dead trance every minute.
Michael further came to join when the armies of Heaven were settled down.
It had been thirty minutes without a sign from Kaiel…
That was until her tracker powers had pinged her.
It was a single moment, her eyes widened. Her body tensed, wings trembling and with a boom she was out of Heaven.
She barely registered, only Azrael being able to react at the same time as her, her eyes widening as she apparently found something at the same time as her.
Both of them cut through the sky.
Gabriel didn’t even blink as she felt his presence in the Egyptian dimension.
The Duat.
Gabriel felt her world burst with colour as she caught sight of an exhausted Kaiel. She didn’t hesitate, only barely managing to slow down her speed and wrapping around him desperately.
Tears overwhelmed her vision and she could only clutch onto him.
-{Kai}-
After a few minutes of merely standing there, Azrael regained her bearings.
She took a step back, kneeling.
Gabriel didn’t react, merely clutching me inconsolably.
“My Lord.” Azrael said, lowly.
I tilted my head, my eyelids heavy.
“Azrael.”
The mere act of me taking her name seemed to make her stutter.
"My Lord, I'm so sorry." She choked, visibly struggling to maintain a semblance of calm. "I shut myself off from Heaven. I know it's unforgivable. After you... after we lost you, I shut everything out and focused only on finding a way to bring you back."
I blinked.
Her words came out in a ramble.
"Even when I felt a presence at the Vatican, it was... different and I couldn't be certain if you were truly back since I couldn't feel the Holy Spirit or connection.” She breathed and faltered, "even then I wasn't sure if you'd even want to see me after what I'd done. So I threw myself into finishing the purpose you gave me before. I thought if I could at least complete that, maybe I could face you again.”
She took another breath from her ramble and I merely allowed the obviously guilty Angel to finish.
“But my cowardice led to this... if only I had come sooner. If only I hadn't left Heaven to begin with. Please punish this blasphemous Angel of yours, My Lord!" She muttered, shrinking in on herself.
It was certainly a confession.
I blinked.
So that’s what had happened. She had left Heaven to focus on trying to resurrect me from the dead, or well… resurrecting God in any case. I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at her.
No wonder Michael hadn’t known if she was alive if she had been hiding her presence. Especially with her name being the rare few not on the board of Angels for reasons Michael hadn’t known.
I opened my arm.
Her eyes widened. She rushed back into my grasp desperately and I chuckled tiredly. I was going to faint any second now, so it was better to get this out of my mind.
“It's okay. You didn't abandon us when it mattered. Azi Dahaka would have imposed on Heaven a price so heavy that we couldn't afford to pay. Your arrival helped bring an end to that threat." I comforted. "You came when you heard Heaven was under attack, despite everything you were feeling. I'd say that's a testament to your loyalty, if anything."
With two Weeping Angels I found myself lowering to the ground with both of them snuggling against me. It was that feeling of being surrounded by two powerful Angels, who I knew I could trust, that finally did me in.
Gabriel hadn’t said anything yet and Azrael had gone quiet.
The exhaustion of fighting so many Gods and pushing myself harder than ever before finally catched up with me.
-{Michael}-
Michael watched as Azrael and Gabriel disappeared through Heaven’s entrance and into the mirror dimension before exerting, worry gnawing at his chest like a living thing.
He was hiding it well, which had learned to do so over millennia of command but the anxiety threatened to consume him. Another failure. Another situation where he couldn't protect what mattered most.
He sighed, steam literally rising from his skin as his internal temperature spiked with barely contained emotion. The holy power arcing off him was only suppressed by his exhausted angelic reserves.
His body was struggling to stay afloat. It was sheer will that allowed him to even continue. His true form had taken a lot out of him. To the point he couldn’t even follow Azrael and Gabriel to find his father.
Michael hadn't felt this helpless in centuries, not since the immediate aftermath of the war when everything had been chaos and uncertainty.
"Sister, return to the gates and continue your administrative duties," he said to Raphael, his tone kind but carrying a firm tone.
Raphael nodded seriously, but she paused before moving. "What are you going to do?"
"I shall ensure the opposition remains permanently eliminated," Michael replied, his voice taking on the cold efficiency.
Raphael noticed it, nodding sombrely.
She nodded again, then hesitated. "D-do you think they've found Father?"
Michael paused, considering his words carefully. Gabriel's behavior before she left had been telling, there was something she knew, something she'd sensed.
She had been constantly trying to use her heavenly tracking skill every minute, then she had suddenly shot off. It was safe to assume she had found his location.
“I should imagine so," he decided to say, thinking it over.
"They will be fine, right? I imagine they've left Heaven's barriers..." Raphael asked, her tone abnormally vulnerable.
"They will. Our elder sister is strong enough to ward off almost all threats they could encounter," Michael said with more confidence than he felt.
Gabriel was powerful, yes, but she was also emotional. That could be both a strength and a weakness depending on the situation.
Raphael nodded one final time and flew down toward the gates of Heaven.
Michael turned his attention to the aftermath of the battle. Enemy corpses littered the pristine grounds of Heaven's outer courts.
The power from the super class Dragon was still pervading the air. Unfortunately, It would take a while for the presence to even begin fading, even if that was without any outside force helping besides the natural holy power of Heaven.
A Super-Class Entity was a powerful existence, even if it had relied on dark rituals.
Most of the bodies of his fellow siblings had been retrieved. But some hadn’t…
His chest tightened.
For a moment, he simply stared at the still remaining cretins. His hand gripped the hilt of the sword loosely resting in its sheath. His gaze driftrd along the middle of the battlefield.
His teeth clenched as he unsheathed his sword. He began systematically clearing them, blasts of concentrated holy light reducing each body to ash and dust. The work was methodical, almost meditative, giving him something to focus on besides his mounting concerns.
His ears twitched as he caught the sound of labored breathing. One of them was still alive. Michael moved toward the source, finding a human huddled behind the remains of what had once been the strangely powerful large moving machine.
The man was different from the mindless creatures they'd been fighting, clearly human, clearly terrified, and very much aware of his precarious situation.
Michael stared down at him with cold, calculating eyes. This pest wasn't like the monsters or constructs. This was someone who had chosen to be here, chosen to participate in an attack on Heaven itself.
The human flinched at his gaze.
"Who are you?" Michael questioned.
"I-I am Marcus Thorne," the human stammered, his voice shaking with genuine fear. "I was an assistant to my Lord. W-who you may know as the ‘Architecr’ please spare me.”
Michael's expression didn't change, but internally he filed away the information. His Father had mentioned an organization behind this Architect, and intelligence was always valuable.
Michael observed the man.
His old eyes pierced through him.
"Explain to me why I shouldn't end you here and now," Michael said, his tone conversational despite the threat.
"Because I have information!" Marcus blurted out, desperation making his voice crack.
“So you’re saying your state of living is dependent on how useful you prove to be, correct?” He asked, his tone alien.
“Y-yes.” The man scrambled to speak.
Michael tilted his head slightly, the gesture somehow more threatening than any overt display of power. "Acceptable."
Without warning, he struck the human with a precisely controlled blow to a pressure point, dropping him into unconsciousness instantly.
The man would live, but he wouldn't be causing any trouble.
Michael hefted the unconscious form easily and made his way back toward Heaven's gates. A group of Cherubim were stationed there, awaiting orders with the disciplined patience of Heaven's rank and file.
All of the Angelic Army had retreated within the safety of Heaven’s walls but damage had been done. There was a large camp made by the entrance of Heaven for ease of transportation and organisation.
"Transport this prisoner to the Sixth Heaven for interrogation," Michael commanded. "Take him to a place where he will not be heard.”
The cherubs nodded somberly, looking at the prisoner with apathy and dangerous eyes.
Michael would gain the information of what he wanted to know, one way or the other.
"Yes, brother," they replied in unison, taking custody of the human.
He took a breath, just as a golden magical circle formed. Michael’s eyes assessed the circle and he realised it was Metatron’s communication circle. Further reminding him it wasn’t only Heaven that had been attacked.
“Metatron.” Michael greeted.
“Brother.” Metatron replied seriously. “How is the situation? Has Azrael made contact with you?”
“She has, and the situation… isn’t good.” Michael replied grimly.
“What’s happening?” He demanded.
“The battle is over… but Uriel didn’t make it.” Michael said, his voice somber.
There was silence.
“I see.” It was two simple words, yet he could hear Metatron struggling to keep a calm head.
“How many?”
“Too many.” Michael stated. “They had multiple Gods brother. Major Gods. This force was just as serious as Father said it would be. It was a Pyrrhic victory.”
Michael knew from a strategic standpoint that this victory had been rather solid. Only one ‘heavy-hitter’ had died and the other was injured but would recover. Besides that everyone else was mostly drained.
Metatron sighed. “Just our luck.” Metatron nothing for a moment. “I’ll have my division go on a full search. We’ve been too passive for too long.”
“Good. I’ve captured one of the enemy's so-called advisors. Along with the capturing of a few of the Gods that tried to destroy Heaven. I’ll gain any information he has one way or the other.” Michael replied, his voice blank.
“Do you need any assistance?” Metatron questioned.
“No.” Michael replied. “I’ll do it.”
Metatron made a sound of acknowledgement.
“How is it looking down at the Vatican?” Michael questioned, his eyes flickering to the gate.
He was mostly trying to distract himself from the situation with his Father. He knew if Azrael and Gabriel didn’t find him that it would be the end. The thought was sending genuine terror through him, something Metatron picked up by the slight tremor in his voice.
All his siblings by the gates were starting to take notice of his absence as well.
“It’s manageable. The damage was limited with Vasco and Dulio down here. We are mostly cleaning up and trying to keep the situation contained… which is going to be next to impossible.” Metatron sighed.
“If they know the Vatican was attacked for so long, it won’t be hard to piece together that something was happening with Heaven too.” Michael deducted.
“Indeed, there were also several minor locations attacked. It seemed it was meant to be a distraction for the church to be busy and not given Heaven back up-“
“Which would have happened in normal circumstances.” Michael finished.
“It was a good plan.” Metatron admitted. “It would have truly made Heaven pay a hefty cost.”
Michael frowned.
“How is Father?”
Michael paused.
“Brother?” Metatron asked, his voice becoming painfully worried.
Michael explained the situation and was left with complete silence.
“Gabriel and Azrael suddenly took off, so I can only assume they have found him.” He quickly reassured.
Metatron took a shaky breath. “Keep me updated.”
Michael agreed and the magic circle connection ended there.
Michael was about to return to his cleanup efforts when a massive boom echoed across the heavenly realm. The sound was followed immediately by two familiar presences returning through Heaven’s Gate.
His heart dropped into his stomach.
Gabriel and Azrael materialized, carrying an unconscious Kai between them.
Gabriel looked absolutely terrified, clutching him close while a green healing glow practically engulfed his entire body. Her healing magic was going to work.
Azrael wore a scowl.
"What happened?" Michael demanded, appearing beside them in an instant.
He looked over at his Father. He didn’t look too harmed. Besides his torn clothing. All his wounds looked closed and he was breathing.
Angels throughout the area were beginning to take notice, their attention drawn by the obvious distress of two Arch-Seraphim. Like baby swans looking at the sight of their mother, they all relaxed.
"We found him, and he lost consciousness within a minute of our arrival," Azrael replied curtly.
"He must have been barely holding himself together," Gabriel whispered, her voice hollow with fear and exhaustion.
The healing light around Kai pulsed stronger, as if she was pouring everything she had into keeping him stable. Yet, there was no external damage to be healed.
"Where did you locate him?" Michael asked urgently, already moving to guide them toward the sixth Heaven where they could get some privacy.
Which for the sake of his siblings who were progressively getting restless around them.
"The Egyptian Duat," Azrael answered. “On the Seventh Layer, cleverly hidden within the layer of Hidden Chambers. We could only enter due to my previous dealings with their realm.”
Michael's frown deepened. "You confirmed he entered the Architect's sub-dimension, correct?”
Gabriel managed a barely perceptible nod, her eyes taking on that hollow quality that Michael had learned to associate with her worst fears. "Yes... the sub-dimension must have contained an exit point within the Duat.”
“One of my shades found him when I sent a mental message to scan the entirety of the world for him.”
Michael frowned. That was going to gain some attention, especially when the shades had been so secretive in their gathering of souls.
"That indicates the Egyptians are more deeply involved than our initial intelligence suggested," he said grimly. “What course of action do you intend regarding Father's care?"
"He returns to his quarters for uninterrupted rest," Gabriel said with fierce determination. "I will maintain continuous healing while he sleeps. While his injuries aren’t life threatening, he’s pushed himself too far.”
“I’ll go help in the medical tent. I am not very good at healing but I can perform healing magic.” Azrael said, her voice tinged with a slight conflict.
Gabriel paused, frowning. An obvious desire to go help her siblings.
“Go with Father.” Michael said gently. “We have the clothes Raphael made, they will help in staving off the brunt of the injuries.”
Gabriel nodded, not before forming a massive golden circle that came to shine around the dozens of massive medical tents. A green glow pulsed and Michael let a small smile appear.
It was a healing accelerator, one packed with alot of angelic magic. Michael knew it probably had all that she could spare.
Gabriel vanished with Father.
“Michael.” Azrael said slowly.
Michael tilted his head, his heart lifted from knowing that his Father was safe.
“Yes?”
“Who caused this?” She asked, her tone completely alien.
Michael's expression only slightly changed, displaying a cold smile.
-{Diodora Astaroth}-
The golden chains burned against Diodora Astaroth's wrists, light searing into his devil flesh with each movement.
He was forcibly sat down in the pristine white room with no features, surrounded by walls inscribed with golden words that made his eyes water just to look at them.
"This is preposterous!" Diodora snarled, yanking at his restraints despite the pain. "Do you have any idea who I am? I am Diodora Astaroth! My brother is one of the Satans! When he hears about this treatment..."
The angel guard standing outside his cell didn't even glance in his direction. Her four wings remained perfectly still, her expression carved from marble.
"Are you listening to me?" Diodora's voice rose to a near shriek. "I demand to speak with Michael! Immediately! This is all a misunderstanding!"
She titled her head.
“When I get out of here," Diodora hissed, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper, "I will remember your face, angel. I will remember all of your faces. The house of Astaroth does not forgive. We do not forget."
The angel paused at the door.
“I’m not sure what gave you such confidence, but you’ve forgotten your play.” Diodora said, attempting to play on his status.
The Angel didn’t look impressed, which all the more infuriated him.
If only he was free, he’d take this arrogant Angel and bend her to his will.
Diodora let out a shout of anger as she shut the door on him with a roll of her eyes.
-{Kai}-
I woke up slowly, my body still screaming in protest from every movement. The pain hadn't lessened much, if anything, it felt like I'd been hit by a freight train and then dragged behind it for a few miles.
It was a few minutes of drowsily waking up before I finally took everything surrounding me. Gabriel was tucked into my side, her steady breathing barely brushing against my lips.
To which I took a minute to just look at her, the way her blonde hair fell across the pillow, how peaceful she looked when compared to how she had looked when she had found me.
I turned, finding that Azrael was pressed against my back, her black hair spilling over my shoulder.
Michael was sitting in a chair in the corner, completely knocked out. Another bed had been set up across the room, housing what looked like most of the other Seraphim in various states of exhaustion.
I really must have pushed myself harder than I thought. I lay there for a moment, absorbing what had happened. Honestly, with all these months of preparation, that had still been beyond my expectations.
It also had many revelations.
The Aztecs and Egyptians were a part of the Khaos Brigade. Or at least some of them had been.
I enjoyed the warmth of my Angels. After that I carefully slipped out from between Gabriel and Azrael, wincing as every muscle protested the movement.
They stirred slightly but didn't wake up. I needed some air, maybe a walk to the heavenly throne to clear my head.As much as I wanted to stay I needed to see the status of Heaven.
As I continued my slow arrival to the Heavenly Throne room, I spotted a figure standing on one of the balconies, looking up at the stars.
When he turned around and saw me, he practically fell over himself rushing forward.
His ears were pointed, his eyes red and his pale skin. For all intents and purposes he looked malevolent. My chakra eyes activated and I had to pause.
There was light energy, that of an angel within him. But it felt muted and less potent in a way. Along with the holy power that was naturally in all angels even if they couldn’t use it, was absent.
So this was the Fallen ‘Curse’.
I could see why it looked like Fallen lost power, it was simply the potency of their angelic power being lowered along with what could be called losing their light.
I finally used appraisal on the stunned Fallen.
Kokabiel?
"F-Father!" he called out, dropping to his knees so fast I thought he might hurt himself.
I was confused as hell about why a fallen angel was inside Heaven, but if he was hostile, he'd already be dead. The defenses here didn't mess around.
"Father! You're alive!" Tears were streaming down his face.
"Kokabiel," I said, recognizing him from an appraisal. He was in the higher end of the ultimate class.
"Father, I am so glad to see you alive! I-I... I've come here to repent!"
The last part was added as if he was afraid I would kick him out before he could get a word in.
"Repent?" That caught me off guard.
He nodded frantically, tears gathering in his eyes. I realized this was actually my first time seeing a fallen angel in person.
The wings were definitely different, still impressive, but there was something darker about them. Beyond just the colour of the wings.
Still, a Fallen repenting? This wasn’t the Kokabiel from canon.
I didn’t know how to feel. Was he repenting just because I was back and did the Fallen know? That could be… troublesome.
"When did you arrive?" I questioned, still feeling sympathetic.
"I arrived after helping the Church repel an attack from those strange forces," He replied carefully.
“You helped?” I asked, slightly surprised.
Then again, the timing would suggest so. Especially since he had been let in through the front gates.
“I did.” He nodded, his eyes low.
I observed him. “So you’ve come here for my forgiveness?”
I couldn’t say I knew how to deal with this situation…
“I did.”
"How did you fall?" I couldn’t help ask. “You don’t… look like the rebellious type.”
He briefly assessed me.
"I fell out of grief," he revealed, his voice barely above a whisper. "When the war ended... when I saw what we had all lost... the weight of it consumed me. I lost faith, Father. I lost hope."
I gently raised him.
“Tell me.”
It was a simple question, but he understood.
What followed was an emotional detailed response of what had transpired since his falling.
It was both interesting and served to make me less defensive. The Fallen held a weird position. They weren’t mine. I naturally felt like they were traitors. They had killed and acted against Heaven.
Kokabiel seemed to be a different case.
“I won’t lie, Father. I wanted the three Factions to be destroyed. I had plans.” Kokabiel shamefully admitted. “It just felt wrong without you, a disgrace to your name.”
"I know I can never return to what I once was," he continued, "but I merely wanted to repent. To serve again, even if you desire my death for my failures."
His words registered with me and suddenly I felt a connection formed.
"That won't be necessary," I said somewhat quickly. "I can't say I'm exactly sure how to handle this. As you may have heard I am different. But for my rule, falling for grief? That's natural. In fact, I'd say it's forgivable." I paused. "Thank you for helping the Church.“
That mentally reminded me I needed to check up on them soon.
I could get a glimpse into how Kokabiel Feels, it wasn’t easy to fall. Many thought that Angels could fall from having a single impure thought or any sort of minor bad action.
The truth was, falling required being consumed by negative emotions or committing an act so heinous that the mechanism activated.
I'd come to understand that while it functioned like a curse, that wasn't its original purpose. The notes in God's study revealed that losing power during the fall was simply the severing of racial advantages and the connection to God.
What surprised me more was that falling wasn't meant as punishment for me, it was designed as a gift of freedom from God's influence.
A deliberate separation from his ideals and restrictions.
It was twisted logic but it wasn't born from spite or anger. God had genuinely believed he was offering choice.
Look how that turned out, I thought grimly.
Still, it meant angels weren't as constrained as everyone believed.
I leant on the rails, mostly to hold myself up.
"I forgive you, Kokabiel."
The effect was immediate.
The fallen angel burst into tears, full-on sobbing. I moved forward and put a hand on his shoulder, letting him cry it out.
"You and whoever you're with can stay in Heaven," I said. "We'll figure out the details later, but you're welcome here. Your actions speak louder than your past mistakes."
That added another objective to my long list of things to do.
Finding out how to make a Fallen Angel regain their light.
-END-
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