Hey, guys SotS here... bringing you yet another chapter for this story. I hope you enjoyed the first one and if you did make sure to review if you can, We all need something to sni- read. So without further ado here is the second chapter!

The battle raged across the fields of the underworld, a war brought to life by the conflicting goals of the three factions. Devils native to the underworld, creatures of the night led by the powerful four great satans tearing through the ranks of the Fallen angels with their massive armies...

The Fallen, once pure angels following the god of the bible and his teachings, they were cast down by their creator for going against his teachings and were forced to inhabit the underworld led by the Grigori and Its leaders Azazel and Baraqiel.

And the angels, creatures of pure benevolence, serving as the sword of God, using their effective light magic to smite Devils and kill their former brethren, yet the tide of the battle shifted against them as their God has been losing most of his powers for reasons unknown even to them, and as he weakened so did the angelic host, granting the devil and Fallen factions the military advantage over them and pushing them to the verge of defeat.

*Michael's P. O. V*

I watched as my brethren were slaughtered by the forces of the devils, all the heaven's host former might and glory seemed like something from times long gone, Father was losing ground fighting the four great satans, I fear whatever ails him will take him from us yet I fought on for him, for humanity and the betterment of all creatures of good, I smote Devils left and right... This terrible war has forced me to take the lives of many, Most of them were soldiers... Forced to fight by their respective leaders, they would rather be with their families enjoying whatever semblance of peace they might find... I've always wanted to work on that, to make it a reality for all, Yet to preserve peace one must fight.

It was in that moment I encountered a friend of old, Azazel now leader of the Grigori himself stood to challenge me, I once again readied my blade ready for the bloodshed, yet he only spoke.

"Can you not see it, Michael? Father's power is dwindling, even now he fights against the satans... We now witness the end of a God, how poetic?"

Michael knew Azazel was right, their father is no longer the God he was, now nothing but a shell of his former self. And thus, Michael decided, seeing his father on Death's door and the host of heaven almost eradicated with dead and wounded lay on the battlefield.

"Let us fight another day Azazel, I have a divine duty to fulfill." He said as he flew into the distance and towards his wounded father.

The chances of him reaching the God in time were slim, Yet still, he flew on and as he approached, he watched as the satans prepared a powerful magic to end his father's life... It couldn't be.

*Lucifer's P. O. V*

The magic was nearly complete, today the world would be his and his alone... He has worked on this singular goal for many millennia, and now his goal was in sight, he laughed as he addressed the Fallen God.

"Long have you denied me my rightful place as the ruler of all factions yet look at you now, just another body I have to step on to reach my dreams, now you and your phony angels will no longer represent what is holy and divine, but what has existed in the past... Now I am the holy one, I deserve worship and praise now God of the bible, I banish you! ,"

*God's P. O. V*

He had failed humanity... He lost, he tried everything he could to make sure that the angels prevailed and with them humanity, yet his sealing of the beast of the apocalypse proved to be their faction's undoing for at this moment he stood on Lucifers' feet, an Ironic twist of fate for a God... He closed his eyes ready for the end as he listened to the Lucifers victory speech, tears coming to his eyes, yet at that moment something unexpected and astounding happened and he felt connected to it, a rift opened far into the skies and from it a light shone, illuminating the battlefield and cleansing the holy factions of all the critical wounds they endured in this titanic battle.

*End of P. O. V*

The artifact's direct descent upon the battlefield eradicated several high class Devils, putting the devil army at a disadvantage and halting the satans' attack on God. Seeing their ranks, in disarray following the landing of the artifact Lucifer had no other choice but to issue a retreat to save their kind from extinction on this day, as for the Fallen angels one of the lower ranks approached the artifact intending to take Its power for himself, Its features became clear to him as he approached, A silver sword with a golden disk floating on the blade in it was carved a silver hand, he then tried to pick it only for a great surge of power to course through him prompting him to scream in agony as he was reduced to a pile of ash.

The heavenly host was restored by the power of the artifact, all the wounded were healed and so they chased their former brethren away from the battlefield, bringing the wrath of God upon the malign beings, causing the leaders of the Grigori to issue a retreat...

...They had won, a single event changed an entire battle, and won another day for all that is holy.

After the battle's conclusion, Michael approached the artifact with the Seraphim following yet they dared not touch the blade fearing for their lives.

"My children, this mighty artifact is one of holy origin, yet I fear none of us can wield It and so I will take it upon myself to Seal it away until desperate times call for Its usage again."

-They were approached by their father who then addressed them.

The Seraphim, all nodded in perfect harmony, understanding the wisdom behind the father's decision and so they all performed a ritual to seal the artifact within the deepest vaults of heaven, where no creature of dark intent can enter, safeguarding it until times of dire need.

-Little did they know darkness stirred within desolate and icy regions of the underworld

*In a faraway land*

The Lich King stirred within regions unfamiliar even to him, he reached out telepathically into the eyes of his Scourge trying to identify his location, He could see his army ravaging Azeroth, promising nothing but death to all people in all lands of Azeroth, Arthas grinned beneath his helmet, the Scourge is doing fantastically well but... At that moment he saw dragons, hundreds... No thousands of them assaulting his armies among them were the three dragon aspects heralding the end of the malevolent undead Scourge for without its master's powers they could not refill their ranks as fast as they could before.

The Lich King's eyes glowed with anger, dragons had destroyed his armies and sapped him of the victory he had worked so hard to achieve. This cold hatred grew and grew until it even surpassed his hatred for the living. On this day he made a vow, a vow on what was left of his soul, that he would see all dragons dead. Be they from his world or this new one. He would see their worlds crumble to dust beneath his rage. He would torment them for all eternity, make them his new generals in the scourge and force them to destroy all that they held dear.

But that was a secondary objective right now. He needed a new army, a new scourge. He knew he could raise the dead of this world to form the regular fodder, but he needed powerful beings to make up his generals. His minions of darkness. He needed new Death Knights. He also needed to figure out a way to resurrect Kel'thuzad. His phylactery was still in his possession, but he knew not if there was a power on this new world capable of it.

He ventured to the highest mountain of ice and stone and using his mastery over ice magic created his new frozen throne. From here he would be able to send his message to all that was dark at heart. He would wait like he had for years before, and once they came, he would grant them the chance to serve or die. He almost smiled. His revenge would come...

As the ice encased him, he let out a laugh, a laugh that echoed across the world, and sent a chill down even the evilest beings spine. Death had come, and nothing could stop it.

* In Asgard *

The All-father felt uneasiness wash over him, the weather in Asgard has turned darker enveloping all the of the realm in a choking mist of darkness...
"Are you alright, Odin-Sama?" asked one of his Valkyries with a worried expression clear on her face.

" It's fine, I was just thinking." He reassured her.

Perhaps Ragnarok will come sooner than expected...

* Unknown location*

She had felt it, the key to her home a dark presence took residence in the underworld, Its power great enough to end all that lives, Yet when she tried to find the source of the presence she could find nothing, this was Ophis, the dragon of infinity seeking isolation once again in the dimensional gap usurped by Great Red... Perhaps now she had found it.

Responses:

Coolman: I haven't actually seen highschool of the dead, nor do I know someone to suggest this to so if you want me to write this I'll have to watch it first.

As you can see from the mention of Odin, He'll be playing a bigger role in this story as well as the Aesir... I honestly like the character but I feel he is underused in most fanfictions.

Alright, don't forget to review and until next time.