Chapter 1.
Fall From Grace
Seraphial looked out onto the crowd, millions upon millions of angels all screaming in terror and panic at not just his actions, but the enforcers sent to collect everyone present.
He took the sword, still glowing with the holy blood of Flash the god of creation, and he raised it upwards and unleashed an arch of lightning more akin to a plasma bolt on the sun. The crowd was silent and looked at him in fear, and this sent a wave of emotion running through the Archangel.
Disgust at their weakness
Anger at their impurities
And sadness, that this was his only choice. To make a truly pure reality.
"Citizens of Heaven and earth, look upon me and hear my words. Tell me any of you.. what is purity?"
He waited but knew they were too panicked to answer even if they thought they knew.
"Purity, according to biblical language, is to be morally clean, without blemish. Purity was essential in all of the sacrifices, meaning the sacrifice had to be physically perfect, without blemish or fault. Anything less than that was unacceptable to the Holy and Perfect God.
The ancient scriptures tell us; Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of Flash our creator, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to His Light, which is your spiritual service of worship.
If our entire lives are to be a sacrifice of worship to Flash, how much more should WE be as pure, spotless and clean as the animal sacrifices required in the Old worship! And yet we look upon our creator.. our God.. Flash Creation the Infallible. And WHAT has he given to us?"
He saw the confusion and anger in the crowd, some bold young guardian angels even taking flight as if to challenge him, only to be struck down by the many soldiers keeping them corralled
"Hell has leaked from its holdings and has been terrorizing not only Earth but other worlds and even Heaven itself, humans have grown to acquire powers and renounce the holy angels who gifted them these abilities, and monsters grow in boldness and are climbing from their holes. And worse yet, the temples and the authority of the divine and of those in Heaven have been desecrated and many destroyed.
Where has Flash been during this sacrilege? Sitting in mourning for his lost son, the damned firstborn so corrupt he has become a demon himself! Bring him forth!"
The guards at his side dragged a burning figure who looked to be made of flames, Seraphial grabbed his face and held him up to the crowd to see the unconscious form of Septimus Winter, but his face was different and his eyes had a slight holy glow to them with his burning hair seeming to shift in and out of a metallic silver color. He was beaten and looked sick and disoriented and his wings were bent at odd angles, clearly broken.
The angels in the crowd all gasped and some screamed in rage to kill the demon.
"Yes you all know this animal well, Septimus Winter the king of Hell and the Deacon of the Damned, killer of millions and torturer of countless more. But some may better know his old name.. Platinum Winchester! The son of Flash!"
At this he stabbed his shoulder with the Godly blade and flooded the demon king with a portion of his fathers grace, and the greater Archangel Platinum was revealed as he screamed in pain and sorry and despair at his fathers fate. The crowd gasped and grew silent.
"Now you see the truth! His own son fallen so far that he's become the darkest of beings and a truly unforgivable creature. THIS is why he has let Hell take such a hold, THIS is the truth of the Winchester Family! And I tell you now.. I have had enough of this sacrilege! Flash is no god! And his children.. nothing but chaotic beasts!"
He threw the body of Platinum, writhing in agony with the conflicting powers eating at him from the inside. Seraphial then readied his sword at his neck and clenched his hands firmly as he looked down in disgust at the young Archangel.
"And like a beast for sacrifice I will kill it as it so deserves!"
He raised the sword and brought it down to take his head but a gush of wind and a flash of light and he saw he had missed, and who had stolen his quarry.
"Gabriel.. you should've been taken care of like the others."
"Seraph this isn't you.. come on buddy this isn't who you are what are you doing?!"
Seraphial silently raised the sword and shot a beam of holy energy at him, but the Archangel of Joy isn't called the fastest being alive for nothing and he quickly flew away with Platinum in his arms as he raised towards the break in the clouds where Flash fell. Seraphial looked down and spotted a small group of young angels, but he could see their souls and they were merely monsters and some alien creature disguised. Seraphial jumped down and walked quickly yet calmly towards the panicked group.
Then three Guardian Angels blocked his way
"My Lord please, these are children and Gabriel is your friend! I won't let you huACK.."
Seraphial beheaded two of the three and used one of his six wings to slice the third in two. Gabriel looked on in shock as tears welled up in his eyes. Seraphial simply raised his sword and shot another beam at the group only to have four civilians and a Seraphim guard dive in the way being killed instantly, angering and confusing Seraphial. Why could they never understand that in the greater plan they are nothing and trying to stay his hand was foolishness.
A part of the crowd came and grabbed Gabriel and pushed him towards the closing portal to earth that Flash's Fall had made, they screamed for him to take Platinum and the children to safety even as he could hear Seraphial cutting down more and even heard fellow angel citizens attacking at him, people he'd once called dear friends.
But mourning could come later, he grabbed ahold of Platinum and the children as they grabbed onto him in fear, even the Novian was afraid of the mass chaos all around them. Gabriel look up one last time to see the brave angels who blocked the path getting cut down, and he flapped his massive wings and speed towards earth at the speed of light with tears streaming down his face as he fled the now burning city he had called his home.
Seraphial looked at the closing portal and stopped and let it close, he looked at the dead and dying angels at his feet and frowned at the waste of life. But it was necessary, and more will die before the day is done if he is to take control of Heaven by then.
"Apprehend them immediately, but do not worry yourselves to greatly. This is the end of an era, and the rise of a new pure age. And like metal is purified of imperfections, so too will all of Creation be purified in the Holy Fires or absolution.."
Authors Note: I'm back everyone! And I am finally finishing my story, if you haven't read Secrets In Hellfire then please do so or this will make very little sense to start (please ignore how cringey SiH is at the start it was my first story lol)
I'm so happy to be back writing and I will have my later chapters be longer and more exciting, I hope this one is good it's primarily to get the story started again and give a sense for what's going on now