Part One- The Loss of The First

Chapter 1


I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.

-Leonardo da Vinci


For the first time, he felt, as though he was part of the shadows. He felt agony and pain, despair and sadness. And yet, he did not run, he did not feel the fear that one feels when approached by or learning something scary. He was fearless. He was Ariel, The Lion of God, The First Angel.


Laughter rang through the gleaming marble halls of heaven as an angel with six glittering silver wings chased four small fledgelings through the hallways. A bright smile covered the older angel's face as he purposely kept himself from catching the smaller angels. The tiny figures hurtled out a door and into one of the forests surrounding the angels' sanctuary.

"Get back here!" He yelled at them, amusement clearly showing through his eyes and voice, even though his words conveyed a more stern meaning. He watched as the small winged children giggled and hid themselves behind a bush, trying to keep quiet so that he would hear and find them.

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" His melodious voice washed over the area, as he pretended to look around confused. "Where are you guys? Michael?"

He started to turn around and walk away from the clearing and the obvious children, their wings not hidden by the bush that was clearly shaking in response to their laughter.

Reaching the exit of the clearing, he turned around once more, "If you're out there Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, and Gabriel, I want you to listen very carefully to my words."

He smirked hearing the boys shoving each other so that they could hear him better, "If you guys don't clean up the mess you made in my kitchen you won't get any dessert for a week, at least, if not two."

And with that he turned away, walking back to the sanctuary, his hands in his pockets and whistling as he took slow, tantalizing steps towards the door. He counted in his head from ten down to zero. Three….Two…..One!

Suddenly, four blurs shot by him, running straight towards the messy kitchen. Smiling in victory, he started to walk at a normal pace towards his kitchen. He could hear bangs and clangs coming from the kitchen, as well as the boys yelling at each other, saying to hurry up or they would lose dessert.

Arriving at the doorway of the kitchen, he looked in, shocked at how fast the younger angels were able to clean up the once messy room into a sparkling, gleaming, state-of-the-art kitchen once again. Standing in a row, as though they were soldiers were the four little angels. Standing from tallest to shortest, Michael on the far left and Gabriel on the far right.

Michael's dark blue colored wings were dusty and messy, some of the feathers sticking up, as though they were trying to imitate his messy black hair. Next to him was Lucifer, golden hair tied behind him, with strands falling out. Behind Lucifer, he could see the maroon-feathered wings, quivering with anticipation.

Next to Lucifer was Raphael, his earthy brown hair and wings matching his strict and unflustered attitude, a clear opposite of the youngest angel right next to him. Finally, he looked at Gabriel. The youngest. His tawny hair stuck up in ways he had never thought possible and he could see bits of candy and twigs twisted into the golden feathers of his wings.

"We cleaned up, Ariel." Michael's young, almost teenage voice broke the silence.

Picking up where his brother left off, Lucifer spoke to him, "As you can see, we have cleaned every inch of your new kitchen."

"We have completed your task, so you may not take away our dessert." Raphael's monotonous voice lept out at him.

"Please Ari? Don't take away my cookies." Gabriel looked at him with wide blue eyes, watering slightly as he stuck his bottom lip out and pouted. He tried to look away and keep a stern face, but the puppy eyes got to him.

Crumbling, he picked Gabriel up, "Fine. You guys win. I won't take away dessert. Now, how about we go visit Dad? I believe he is trying to create something new."

A loud cacophony of yes's reached his ear and he smiles at them, "Well, come along then."

He guided them out of the kitchen and towards the throne room, where he knew his father was hiding from the little rascals as a small chuckle escaped him. This would teach his father for leaving him alone with them.


Clang! The heavy sword in his hand clanged against the sword in Michael's. He had been training Michael for about a hundred years, teaching him how to fight and defend himself. It had taken a while, but he now believes that the younger angel was capable of leading armies. Even though he had come close a couple of times, Michael still could not beat him.

Almost as if he could sense it, he ducked down to avoid the slash aimed at his neck. Reacting quickly, he lashed out with his leg, trying to kick out Michael's legs out from under him. Hitting the younger's legs, he smiled slightly at the hard thump made by Michael.

"Maybe next time, Brother," he held out a hand to the younger, offering to help him up.

Michael just snarled and got up, pushing away his hand. He frowned at the younger as he watched him storm away. It had been years since he had seen Michael laugh or even smile, he was becoming colder and colder with each passing day. Soon, he thought to himself, He will be nothing but a soldier. He will not be a brother that brings happiness to all, for which he was created.


Walking into the library, he could see the earthy wings of Raphael sitting in the corner, huddled over a stack of books. Silently, he moved to that he was right behind Raphael.

"What're you doing?" He asked, curiously, laughing on the inside when the younger angel jumped, knocking over his books.

"Ariel!" The younger roared and lunged at him, but he dodged, and sprinted out of the library, Raphael hot on his tail. Laughing loudly, he dashed through the marble halls, hearing Raphael's threats about castrating him and plucking his wings.

Suddenly, a surprise weight hit him from behind, sending him to the ground. Hearing Raphael's cries of victory, he could easily figure out that the bookish angel caught him. Rolling over, he quickly pinned Raphael under him, holding him down.

"Good try, Little Brother. I'm still bigger than you."

"I'll get you next time Ariel, I promise."

"Mhmmm. I'm sure your will."


Leaving his father, he slowly walked through the Garden of Eden, taking in the luscious green plants and vibrant flowers. The silence was almost unbearable, yet still welcome as he contemplated what he had been talking about with his father. Lately, Amara had been acting up more than usual and his father was worried that she would do something.

The sound of a branch cracking had him spinning around, his angel blade in his hand, ready for a fight. Scanning the area from where the sound came from, he saw the golden tips of Gabriel's wings. He smiled and put his blade away, making his way towards the youngest of the Archangels.

"Hey Gabby," he spoke softly, letting Gabriel know that he wasn't mad at him. Out of all the archangels, he was closest to Gabriel, with Lucifer coming up just behind him.

Sitting down next to the small figure, he wrapped his arm around Gabriel's shoulders, pulling him close, "What's wrong, Little One?"

"Nothing," he could hear the blatant lie in the youngest's voice.

"Please tell me. I just want to help," worried about Gabriel, he sank to his knees in front of him, looking the younger angel in the eyes.

Hesitating slightly, Gabriel opened his mouth, "Am I useless?"

"NO! Why would you ever think that? Is it because you don't like to fight?" He looked at the topaz eyes of the younger angel.

"I-it's just… Y-you, you're always training Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael. W-why won't you train me?"

Understanding flooded his eyes as he looked at the younger angel, "Gabriel, look at me. I'm going to tell you something very important. One day, Father will create more angels. It will be your task to raise them and give them hope and a family. Our brothers are warriors, they do not know how to be a family. It will be up to you to keep our family together one day. I will train you if you wish, but it will be hard work."

Gabriel looked at him with adoring eyes, "I will work hard. I promise."

"Then let's get started," he held out his hand, grasping Gabriel's tightly as he lead him away from the garden and towards the training grounds.


He was walking through the marble halls of heaven with Lucifer, just talking about everything and anything that came to mind, when he felt it.

"Lucifer, go and find your brothers. Make sure to hide Gabriel away. He is not ready. I must go warn Father. Amara is coming."

And with that, he took off sprinting, trusting Lucifer to follow his orders. Running through the confusing twists and turns of heaven, he skidded to a stop in front of his father's room.

Barging in, "Father! Amara is attacking!"

His father looked at him with knowing eyes, "I know. We must seal her away. This can only be done once so we have to take precaution."

As they ran through heaven towards where Amara was, he thought back on the past few millennia he had been with his family. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he knew that he would not make it out of this fight alive.

Arriving at the place of Amara's attack, he could see Lucifer and Michael, both ready for a fight. Before he could stop him, Michael charged the darkness and was thrown back quite effortlessly by Amara.

"Lucifer! Stay back with Father and help him prepare to seal her away! I can hold her off for about five minutes. That's all the time you can have."

He turned away, his armour materializing around him. His dark black hair was pulled back for once in his long life, out of his eyes, revealing the bright emeralds. Black and silver armour steeled around his form, fitted perfectly to him. In one hand was his angel blade and in his other was another blade, this one forged by his father, the only one in existence.

"You can go no further." the steel in his voice was almost palpable.

"Do you really think you can stop me, Little Ariel?" he could hear her mocking him, trying to make him flee, but he would not. He refused to feel the fear she was trying to make him feel.

Suddenly, he lunged towards her, slashing with both swords, looking for an open blow. Every time he swung at her, she was able to parry easily. Three minutes down, two to go. Propelling himself away, he landed lightly about ten feet away from her.

"Why are you doing this? We could be a family!"

"Family!?" She shrilly replied, before sending her next volle of attacks. He did the best he could, but he could feel himself being worn down little by little, her attacks draining him of his energy. Suddenly, he felt a terrible pain in his stomach. Looking down he saw a spear made of darkness embedded in his abdomen. Gasping, he fell to the ground, watching Amara.

Almost on que, a swirl of rainbows opened behind her and she was sucked into it, screaming about revenge. Sighing, he collapsed to the ground, his vision fading quickly. The last thing he heard was both his father and his brother screaming his name.

"ARIEL!"


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