In the beginning, when the universe was still a canvas of unshaped matter and divine potential, God, in His infinite wisdom and boundless grace, decided to create beings who could bear His light, serve His will, and experience the beauty of existence. These beings were the first of their kind, angels—their purpose, to assist the Creator in shaping the world and all its wonders. But God knew that He needed beings who could understand the complexity of His divine nature, beings who could not only serve but love and stand with Him in His divine purpose. And so, He created four of the most powerful and revered of angels: Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel.
Each of these angels was unique, embodying the essence of God's virtues—each one a different facet of His divine mind, yet all bound by a common purpose: to bring balance and harmony to the universe.
Gabriel, the Messenger of God, was created with the voice of the Creator Himself, able to communicate His will across all dimensions. His wings shimmered with the purest light, a reflection of God's clarity and communication. Gabriel was always calm, patient, and wise—spreading peace, understanding, and love to all that lived. He was often seen as the embodiment of divine compassion, always willing to help those in need, no matter the cost to herself.
Michael, the Protector and Warrior of God, was crafted to wield unmatched strength and power. His presence was imposing, a being of pure might and indomitable will. His blade, forged from the essence of creation itself, could cut through any darkness. Michael's heart burned with an unyielding love for God's creation, and he would never hesitate to defend it, no matter the enemy. His role was to protect the harmony of creation and fight against any forces that sought to bring chaos.
**Raphael**, the Healer, was imbued with the power of restoration and healing. His touch could mend wounds, cure sickness, and restore balance. Raphael had a heart full of grace, always compassionate toward those suffering. He saw all living beings as deserving of the divine mercy that flowed through him. Where Gabriel spoke with words, Raphael healed with his touch, mending the world in ways both seen and unseen. He was known for his understanding nature, always looking for the best in others, never judging, always trying to help, always trying to restore.
**Uriel**, the Lightbringer, was the embodiment of divine wisdom and enlightenment. His presence illuminated even the darkest of places, and his wisdom surpassed that of all other angels. He was the one who would guide those in need, lighting the way for those who wandered in confusion. Uriel's heart was deep with love for creation, always seeking understanding and truth. His counsel was sought by all, and his judgments were revered as righteous and true. Uriel had a natural understanding of the divine will, and his strength lay not in physical might but in the clarity of thought and purpose.
Together, the four Archangels formed a bond that transcended all others. Though they each had their roles, they operated as a united force, each one supporting the others in their duties, each one bringing something unique and irreplaceable to their divine circle. They shared a harmony in their purpose, their hearts beating in time with one another, and the love they shared for one another was so pure that it seemed to reflect the very love of the Creator Himself.
In their early days, they would often gather in the sanctity of the Creator's presence, basking in His divine light. They would speak of their duties and share their experiences with each other. It was in these moments that they came to understand the true meaning of unity and love, for each angel, though unique, was integral to the Creator's plan. They cherished these moments, understanding that they were not just servants, but family.
They often shared laughter and stories of the worlds they had touched. Gabriel would recount how his messages brought joy and peace to distant lands. Michael would share tales of the battles he had fought, of the enemies he had vanquished to preserve the balance of creation. Raphael would speak of the healing he had done, how he restored life and vitality to the broken and the weary. And Uriel would share his wisdom, teaching his brothers of the deeper truths of the universe, of the divine will that guided all things.
God Himself would listen to their stories, smiling in His eternal joy, knowing that His
creation had come together perfectly. For they were His first creations, and their bond was a reflection of the unity He had always desired for His creation. It was a perfect time, a time of peace, unity, and understanding. There was no hatred, no conflict. All was in harmony, and the world, the universe, was alive with divine purpose.
But as with all things, change was inevitable.
As time passed, God decided to create more angels. These new beings, though still divine, were not as powerful as the first four. They were created to serve different functions: to watch over different realms, to protect various aspects of the world, and to guide the lower orders of creation. These angels were many—some were warriors, some were healers, and others were messengers like Gabriel. But none held the same status or power as Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel.
The first four Archangels watched as these new beings came into existence, and for a time, they welcomed their company. They understood that the Creator's plan was grander than they could fully comprehend. They knew that each angel, no matter their rank, had a role to play in the great design. But as more angels came into being, something began to shift. The first four Archangels still worked together, but they began to see the rise of envy among some of the newer angels.
One such angel was **Lucifer**, once known as the Lightbringer, the most radiant of all angels. At first, Lucifer was content in his role as the second to God, the one who illuminated the heavens with His brilliance. But as time passed, Lucifer's pride began to grow. He began to question why he was not equal to the Creator. Why was he not given the same level of authority as the first four Archangels? Why should he bow to anyone, when he was so magnificent?
Lucifer began to speak in whispers, stirring up the hearts of other angels, especially those who felt that they were beneath the Archangels. He spoke of a time when they could all be equal, when they could all stand together in power, without the need for any one angel to rule over the others. And slowly, the seeds of rebellion were planted.
Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel felt the growing discontent, but they could not have foreseen the depth of Lucifer's pride. They had always believed in unity, in working together as a family. But Lucifer had become blinded by his own desire for power, and it wasn't long before the rebellion began to take shape.
Lucifer, once a beloved and trusted servant of the Creator, now stood in defiance. He gathered his followers and declared that the time had come for the angels to take control of their own destiny. The Creator, Lucifer claimed, was holding them back, restricting their power and freedom. The rebellion was not just a fight for power; it was a fight for what Lucifer had come to believe was his rightful place.
The first four Archangels, saddened by this turn of events, tried to reason with Lucifer. But it was too late. The rebellion had begun, and no amount of reasoning could sway Lucifer from his path. The war was inevitable.
The War in Heaven
The rebellion tore Heaven apart. The once-united angels were now divided into two factions: those loyal to the Creator and the first four Archangels, and those who followed Lucifer. The battle was fierce and unrelenting, and it was during this war that the first four Archangels proved their worth. Michael led the charge, Gabriel delivered divine messages of hope, Raphael healed those who could still be saved, and Uriel illuminated the path for those who had lost their way.
But the rebellion was not without its cost. Many angels fell, their once-pure hearts now consumed by darkness and pride. Lucifer, leading the rebels, fought with all his might, his powers fueled by his anger and desire for dominance. In the end, the rebellion ended in tragedy. The Creator, in His sorrow, cast Lucifer and his followers into the depths of Hell, never to return.
But the scars of the rebellion remained. The first four Archangels, though victorious, were forever changed. They had lost friends, allies, and their own innocence in the process. The bond they once shared was tested, and though they remained united, the shadow of Lucifer's betrayal haunted them for eons.
And so, the Archangels continued to serve the Creator, each one carrying the weight of what had transpired. But in their hearts, the memory of their time together—the time before the rebellion—would always remain, a reminder of the purity that once existed, and the price that had been paid to preserve the harmony of creation.
(In the present time)
The earth trembled as if the world itself mourned.
Far above the scarred battlefield, the Archangels — Gabriel and Uriel — fighting against the Princes of Hell, froze.
Something... something irreversible had just happened.
They felt it.
A hollow, echoing emptiness struck their hearts, a severed cord that once connected them to their brother.
Raphael... was gone.
The realization struck like thunder. Without a word, Gabriel and Uriel abandoned their battles, their wings carving the air violently as they tore through the sky toward the source.
Their hearts pounded not with fear — but with disbelief.
When they arrived, what awaited them was a sight that scorched itself into their eternal memories.
**Zariel**, drenched in blood, crouched over a mangled body — eating **Asmodeus**, once the angel **Samuel**.
Asmodeus's broken form writhed weakly. His blackened hands clawed uselessly at Zariel's arms, his voice a shattered sob, "Stop... brother... please..."
But Zariel only grinned cruelly, sinking his jagged fangs deeper, ignoring the tears that slid from Asmodeus's hollow, disbelieving eyes.
A single tear — shimmering black — fell from Asmodeus's eye to the dirt.
It was not just blood Zariel consumed. It was the very betrayal of brotherhood.
Behind Zariel lay **Raphael's body** — cold, broken, still.
The archangels landed, their boots shaking the land beneath them.
Gabriel's sword was already at Zariel's throat, gleaming with rage.
Michael, who arrived moments later, pressed his own blade to Zariel's spine. His voice, like iron scraping stone, broke the silence:
**"Don't even think about it."**
Zariel froze, then slowly, mockingly, raised his bloody hands. A wicked, unbothered smile stretched across his face.
The other Princes of Hell had arrived, casually strolling forward.
Azazil, Belial, Beelzebub, Mammon — all standing side by side, their expressions utterly devoid of pity.
Instead, they looked disgusted, as if the death of asmodeus was nothing but an inconvenience to them.
Azazil chuckled, the sound low and contemptuous.
**"One down..."** he said, raising his hand with a theatrical smirk.
**"Six more to go."**
Belphegor, who had been fighting the Archons, arrived too. His lazy, contemptuous gaze fell on Raphael's lifeless form.
With a sneer, Belphegor said,
"Stop your crying, little angels. He's not coming back."
He turned toward Azazil, grinning.
"You called me here for this? I was planning to feast on God's corpse, not weep at a funeral."
Azazil smirked and shrugged.
"My bad. Thought they might snap and charge blindly. Had to be sure."
Uriel knelt beside Raphael's body, trembling, lifting his brother's senseless hand in his own.
For the first time in all of creation — Uriel wept.
The tears ran silently, hot and unending.
He pressed his forehead against Raphael's hand, whispering a broken vow only he could hear:
"We were supposed to protect each other... always..."
Gabriel stood silent, his golden eyes burning with a thousand regrets, fists clenched until blood trickled from his palms.
Uriel's sorrow turned slowly into something else.
Something terrifying.
Rage.
Not the fury of a mortal. Not the anger of an injured beast.
This was the wrath of a cosmic being — pure, ancient, unstoppable.
Uriel's hand tightened on the relic at his side — a blade too holy to be named lightly.
Forged in the silence before time began, *Saerelion* was tempered in the breath of God's first word—a blade born from divine will, pure light, and the sorrow of future rebellion. It was not meant for war, but for *judgement*. When Lucifer and the angels of pride rose in defiance, it was *Saerelion* that cleaved Heaven's light from their hearts.
In one blinding strike, the sword banished Lucifer and the fallen to the abyss, its edge cutting not flesh, but *purpose*—stripping them of grace and casting them into the shadows of Hell. Afterward, God sealed *Saerelion* in the Vault of Silence, knowing that such a weapon, if wielded again, could reshape creation or end it.
The sword, sensing Uriel's fury, shone with blinding white fire.
Without a word, Uriel stood.
He raised the sword skyward — and sliced open the heavens themselves.
A deafening roar tore through the realms as the sky cracked open.
From the tear in reality poured forth millions of angels— glorious, radiant beings wielding spears of light, swords of starlight.
The sky itself was consumed in blinding brilliance.
Uriel's voice, no longer soft, thundered across the world:
"We do not wage war against princes."
"We do not wage war against armies."
"Today... we wage war against HELL itself!"
The angels cried out as one, their battle cries shaking the land, sea, and sky.
The Archons stood paralyzed, horror gripping their immortal souls.
This... this was what they had feared.
A war that could destroy the very fabric of existence.
Humans looked up at the blinding sky.
Governments panicked, military forces froze, unable to comprehend the apocalyptic sight.
Men, women, and children fell to their knees in the streets, weeping, praying, confessing their sins.
Many believed Judgment Day had come.
Cries of repentance rose to the heavens, mixing with the drums of war.
At Haven's Rise, Amelia clutched Evelin close, tears streaming down her face from fear and awe.
Evelin, small and innocent, tugged at her hand.
"Amelia... what's happening?"
Amelia knelt, pressing her forehead to Evelin's.
Her voice was trembling but firm.
"Believe in Avile... believe in the Archons. They'll protect us."
She prayed silently.
Prayed that the ancient balance would somehow survive this madness.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, Azazil stood among the Princes, arms crossed, face serious for the first time.
He raised his hand, and a voice rang through his mind — the voice of Lucifer himself:
"Use them however you like."
Azazil smiled.
In the next instant —
Thousands of rifts opened across the ground.
From the depths of the infernal abyss, demons surged forth — countless, ravenous, blackened husks of hatred and despair.
They screamed as they rose, their souls twisted into living weapons.
They no longer wished for freedom.
They no longer wished for salvation.
They only desired destruction.
The Princes stood at the head of this tidal wave of darkness.
Zariel, now standing tall with his demonic
sword bathed in blood, unleashed a terrifying aura.
The ground cracked beneath him.
The sky wept black rain.
Many lesser angels collapsed instantly, crushed by the overwhelming weight of his presence.
Even the Archons struggled to breathe, their bodies trembling.
Zariel pointed his blood-dripping sword at the army of Heaven, eyes glowing with infernal pride.
He grinned.
"I, Zariel of Hell..."
"...accept your declaration of war."
He swung his blade through the air, the ground splitting like paper.
"Let the war begin!"
And so it did.