Prologue.
The sound of raging spells spread across the earth and sky, leaving unconscious every mortal foolish enough to come close. Arcs of lighting and sun-hot fire left behind trails of death and destruction, ravaging the surrounding landscape. Spears of blinding light and blasts of pure darkness found their prey, piercing right through and disintegrating upon contact. All colors mixed together in a beautiful image of destructions. Ripped wings of black and white covered in red stains, bloodied bodies scattered across the ground and many more falling from the sky to join them.
And hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousand still alive, on earth and in the sky, slaughtering each other in the seemingly endless bloodshed, dying side to side with their friends and enemies. War. War that covers everything across a few kilometers, happening in several dimensions at the time. Pocket realms, created and destroyed on the spot, simply to drag an enemy inside and destroy with it. This is a War where everybody is everybody's foe and only your comrades are to be trusted. This is a War for extinction. This is a Great War between countless armies of Demons, Angels and their Fallen brethren.
Risen from the depth of Hell, Demons, led by the Four Satans – strongest of their kinds, ones thought to be on par with God himself. Banned from the kind light and thrown away, Fallen Angels, full of burning passion for revenge and united by the Grigori, the council of the most powerful of them, whose head is Governor General Azazel, one of the Seraphim. Covered in merciful to allies yet deadly to foes sunlight, Angels descended straight from the Heavens to purge the evils of the world under the command of Biblical God himself and his right hand – Archangel Michael.
Azazel clashed his forces with Angels, while trying to save as many of his brothers and sisters as possible. Despite his nature, he always admitted that he was more of a scientist, than a warrior. Demons charged strait towards Biblical God, sacrificing their lives to clear the way for their leaders. With Lucifer himself on the front lines, other three Satans were right behind him, preparing devastating spells in advance.
God of the Bible, seeing the approach of the Four, send Michael away to help other Angels fight and decided to confront the mightiest demons on his own. Clad in pure white robes, his silver gaze was full of determination and sorrow. Even in time like this, he could not bring himself to murder his own creations. Facing the foe, he readied countless binding and sealing formations, willing to lock them away from the world and try to talk with them later.
Finally meeting face to face, the five stood observing every detail about the other party. Finally, Lucifer spoke with a tiny smirk forming on his face.
"So, Father, doing well? I hope we didn't ruin your little paradise, coming uninvited, mm?" The Grand Demon lifted his palm and conjured a small blood red flame. "We even brought some gifts… Hope your flying pets like it."
"Lucifer, you were one of the best of the Seraphim. Why do you do it? Why do you bring destruction to your brothers and sisters?!" The shining robes started to flap in the unseen wind, a bright gold light appearing from behind of the Supreme Being.
""One of the best"?! I AM the best! I am equal to you, fool! Or rather, you are equal to me. I shall be the one to inherent your power, once we are finished here." Lucifer snapped his fingers and a dozen orbs of black and white materialized around him. "Get him."
Instantly, the death incarnate was released from the hands of the other three demons, accompanied by Ying-Yan spheres. Biblical God raised his hands to conjure a glowing silver barrier. Immediately after, he summoned a giant spear of light, covered in moving patterns and symbols. With a swirl of his palm, the projected vanished, moving at extremely high speeds, and pierced right through Beelzebub, one of the Four Satans. In a bright flash, nothing seemed to left of him or the spear.
"Tsk. We need to act faster. Unleash all of your might, my elite!"
On the torn battlefield, covered in craters and bodies, three figures were kneeling across each other. One more Lucifer and Leviathan were breathing heavily, almost collapsing from complete exhaustion. Asmodeus was lying nearby face-down, missing a right arm and left half of the head, with a whole in his chest. Biblical God was coughing blood, while trying to get up. Unfortunately for him, the remaining Satans stood up first, still unstable on their feet.
"So, Dad, *cough* guess I've won. I hope wouldn't mind, if we finished you right now! Oh, and how could I forget about your pesky 'favorite creations'…" Leviathan started to slowly close in on God. "Stop! He is MY trophy! Yeah, that sounds right, hehe…"
"I… I beg your forgiveness for this, my son…" Biblical God spoke quietly, but clearly. "I didn't want for it to be like this." He forced himself on his feet and clapped his hands in front of him, as in a prayer. In a bright flash, a circle of pure light surrounded the three. "I cannot let you destroy humanity. They are still young and have a lot more to learn."
"Eh? What are you blabbe… Huh?" Both Lucifer and Leviathan looked up, in the direction of strange sound.
Right above the circle, in the sky high up, a giant black gate appeared. Plain doors started to slowly open, revealing a pitch black darkness behind.
"What is that?!" Leviathan barely managed to mutter those words, when a giant eye opened within the gate. A black pupil surrounded by pure silver with circles dividing the eye in 'sectors'.
"I cannot bring myself to murder you. So, I will seal you forever at the cost of my own life. Perhaps, sealed, you will be able to grasp the truth behind humanity." Almost unable to stand on his own, Biblical God let himself fall in the swarm of tiny black hands that appeared from inside the Gate.
"What?! Why?!" Lucifer, unable to contain his anger and fear, shouted, trying to get away from countless limbs surrounding him. "You! I will never forgive Youuuuuu!..." The shout disappeared within the Gate.
Next was Leviathan, screaming, while trying to unleash to remains of his power to evaporate the impending swarm. Left alone, Biblical God was slowly ascending towards the eye, looking at it indifferently. The eye stared right back at him, silently observing him and his sacrifice. Just as he was about to enter the darkness, he heard faint voice.
"How interesting… Payment accepted… Performing equivalent exchange… Hehehe..."
Kilometers away from the place where history was being created, a small village was living its own peaceful life. Blind to events unfolding, a family was right in the middle of dinner, when the youngest son suddenly stood up from the table and ran to the window. He was clad in rather clean shirt of beige color, closed on him with a few ropes, and brown cloth pants. His unusual white hair along with dark-red eyes left and pale skin left him out of his peers' circle of friends. He still had some friend in the village, but even those took a liking in having a bit of fun at his expense.
"What is it, darling? What's wrong?" His mother walked up to him, giving a glare to a young girl, who was snickering at the sight of her brother acting weird again. Bright blue eye had an orange glint under the descending sun and blond hair was resting upon her shoulders.
"No… It's nothing. I was just… I think I felt something." He sounded a bit worried, looking at the sky.
"Oh, come on, Xeli, you 'feel something' like twice a day! I still can't believe you though you a big red and scary demon at the old farmhouse. Besides, everybody knows that you can't see that well." His sister was now barely containing her laugh.
"But Mi, there really was a demon! He was big and red, with horns!" Xelor quickly turned around and shot a hurt glare at the girl.
"Now-now sweethearts, don't be like that. Mitoria, laughing at your brother is rude! Why don't apologize? And Xelor, I know that you are just nine years old, but children your age already know that demons aren't real." Their father stood up with a smile and placed himself between the two.
"Alright, I'm sorry, Xeli…" Mitoria muttered under her breath.
"That's okay, Big Sis." The boy smiled and turned back to the window. "But still, I can't help but feel that something's wrong…"
"But they are! They are… real…" Xelor's voice abruptly stooped as he silently gazed somewhere outside.
"Eh, what's wrong dear?" His mother looked in the same direction. "Oh God…"
The rest of the family ran to the window, only to discover a giant floating something on the horizon, which appeared to look like an eye.
Xelor felt an invisible and barely noticeable shockwave of something surge right through him. Wincing from sudden pain, when he reopened his eye, he saw nothing strange or weird at all, just a normal land and a normal sky. When he turned around, his family was completely calm, as if nothing happened. They peacefully returned to the table and finished eating together.
Later that day, when everybody walked back to their rooms, Xelor sat on floor in the center of his room and tried to remember everything he saw. A strange feeling, a floating eye, a weird feeling inside… Something definitely happened today and he needed to figure out what. Just as he was about to exit the room and ask his friends, he noticed that while he was lost in thoughts, his hands were moving. He confusedly looked down at his hand, only to see a piece of white chalk, which he sometimes used to draw. He shifted his gaze on the floor and stared at the weird symbol, obviously drawn by chalk in his hand. It wasn't very big, about thirty centimeters in radius, filled with mysterious stars, circles and lines.
Giving in to the sudden urge, Xelor released the chalk and pressed his hands in the center of the biggest circle. With a crackling sound, blue lightning arcs appeared out of nowhere, causing him to jump away with a yell. His high-pitched scream for some reason reminded him of the birds that used to sing in the morning and flee whenever he wanted to look at them up close. Though, that though quickly vanished as he crashed into the table and fell unconscious…
He woke up to the sound of ringing bells and someone muttering his name. As seconds passed, he realized that bells were ringing only in his head and that the 'someone' was, in fact, his own sister, quietly shouting his name.
"…lor! Xelor! Are you okay?! I wanted to borrow some of your chalk and found you lying unconscious with a wooden bird nearby. By the way, I understand that you like carving, but there is no need to damage the floor!" Mitoria was 'shouting' loud enough for him to hear, but not for their parents to come here running.
Xelor moved his gaze to where his sister was pointing, and found a small crater thirty centimeters in radius with a crude wooden bird sculpture inside. Slowly remembering what happened before he passed out, he yelped and tried to increase the distance between himself and the destroyed symbol.
"You don't want it? Then… I hope you don't mind if I take it!" Quickly muttering those words, his sister grabbed the statuette and vanished from his room, closing the door behind.
Absently staring at the small 'almost hole' in the floor, his mind was clear of unnecessary thoughts. The strange symbol, then lighting and floor turned into a bird statue. Was it somehow related to that floating eye? Xelor was a very creative and enthusiastic boy. Whenever he fixed his mind on something, it was almost impossible to convince him otherwise. That's why he still believed in demons. That's why he trusted his feelings when he thought something happened. That's why when he calmed down and processed what he witnessed, his first question was…
"I wonder if I can learn it?!" His excitement was barely held by his voice, nevertheless slipping into his body. With slightly twitching fingers, from shock or else, he stood up and came closer to the evidence of the miracle. He traced the borders of the crater with his fingers and tried to reach the piece of chalk only to remember that his sister took it. Xelor returned his thoughts back to the damaged floor and quietly muttered something under his breath.
Suddenly, he collapsed under the fatigue. Passing out on the spot from exhaustion, he almost missed a tiny thought, even feeling, coming from somewhere in the back of his mind.
"Perhaps… Perhaps I could make more friends with it?"