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?'s POV
{System Start-Up Completed}
{Testing for Connection to System Modules}
I didn't know what happened. One moment I observing and trying to understand more from the talk of what a "home" was, the next I was suddenly here.
{Connection Test Complete...}
{Results: Satisfactory...}
{Connection Stable...}
I could tell however, that wherever this place is, it wasn't where I was initially. I don't know why, but I didn't feel like how I usually do...
{Testing for General Basic Functions...}
{Auditory System Test Complete...}
{Result: High Stability...}
{Functionality: 100%...}
*CLANNKKK* *FFFSSsshhhhhhhh* *bump*
The sudden noise caught my attention. For some reason, unlike the other times I was forced to hear things, this one was different. It felt clearer, louder, and made it seem like something actually invaded the void that usually consisted of only me.
I didn't know how to feel about that. Are they coming here to disturb me just like the rest? Or are they just passing by to show me something new and then leave? The first is becoming more and more like the correct one. Those kinds of things always come in with something different about them. Different shape, sound, purpose, and time of stay. This one, however, showed no indication. Not even a glimpse. It arrived just as quickly as it came, in an instant. Usually there is something new to learn when these things happen, but what was I to learn from this? Sur—-
*tuk...tuk...tuk...tuk...tuk* *HISSSSSSSSSSSSS*
The sound of footsteps and a loud hiss from behind me was a clear indication that something was wrong. The fact that I could hear from a singular direction instead of it surrounding me like it usually did only solidified it. As the hissing was slowly dying down, the footsteps had continued their journey towards the front of me.
*sssiiggghh*
Whatever was walking let out a deep and slow blow of air. Following the noise, I did what I always did, I waited silently and listened for anything else to learn from it. The fact that the only noise was the footsteps and the slight hum from just behind me helped in hearing more clearly, even if I could barely make out what it was saying.
?: "...I got things I need to tell you, pretty important things..."
Was it talking to me? Or was there another that I had yet to find out about?...it said it was important...I will assume that it is talking to me...
?: "We might need to advance the plans on leaving Heaven soon..."
Leaving? How did it know I wanted to leave? I never mentioned any plans to leave "Heaven", whatever that is.
?: "...I don't think I want to be the only one having nightmares..."
Nightmares? What is that and why doesn't he want it? Hmmm I need more information.
{Testing Visual Perception Functions...}
Suddenly, I was surrounded by a white fuzz. No matter where I looked, the haziness would follow until it slowly starting to form dark silhouettes.
{Testing Progress: 57%...}
Looking up from my current position, long blurry circular objects trialed from the ceiling down towards the direction behind me. What they led to was something I didn't know.
{Testing Progress: 87%...}
Bring my attention back down to whatever was ahead of me, I saw a white-colored figure just at the end of my view. I didn't know what it was doing. Although it was getting clearer to see, the fact that the figure was slouched didn't help.
{Visual Perception Functions Test Complete...}
{Result: High Stability...}
{Functionality: 100%...}
Everything grew sharper, more detailed, and took less concentration to study. The blobs of color at the back of my view became squares with other objects on them. The white-cladded figure was a person with black hair, that reminded me of my silent"home", with golden blonde tips reaching down to his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be moving somewhere.
...ah,...they are leaving, to where I don't know. But didn't they say that WE were to leave "Heaven" together? Then why are they not facing me and asking if I am ready to find my "home" yet? The only reason would be that... they...leaving...without...me...
{Combat Systems: Activated}
{Combat Capabilities at 1%...5%...14%...}
{Combat Assist System on Standby}
They are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me,...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...they are leaving without me...
{Information: Limited...}
{Identity of Target: Unknown}
{Threat Level: Unknown}
I don't like them.
They said we would leave together.
I thought I would finally find my "home" again.
Coming out of my thoughts with the intent to leave and finding my "home" myself, I had somehow missed the part where they had turned to face me. They were standing straighter, face pale as his robes, and eyes wide with a glint of fear. The fact they hadn't left already only slightly lowered my doubts.
{Combat Systems: On Standby}
Information...I need more information and answers for the questions that have been constantly forming. Questions that are straight and simple will receive straight and simple answers, is something that I learned from my time analyzing those random "visions".
"Who...are you?" Was the question that left me. The answer I received was said with the corners of his mouth turning upwards.
Azazel: "My name is Azazel. A High Cardinal and one of the supervisors of 3rd Heaven. But most importantly your Big Brother."
His mouth widened and turned more upwards, causing some teeth to come into view, as he said the last part of his introduction.
{Searching for "Azazel"...}
{Match Not Found}
{High Cardinal Azazel had been removed from data banks 10 minutes ago}
{Reason: Unknown}
{Searching for any Affiliation with "Azazel" as a "Big Brother"}
{Results: None}
"False"
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3rd POV
The cycle of madness and chaos that filled the room was the result of confusion and frustration from one person, and the iron-will resilience of the other.
Azazel: "I'm telling you that I'm Azazel!"
Angel: "False"
Azazel: "I am!"
Angel: "Not."
Azazel: "Yes I am!"
Angel: "No...you are not..."
With a growl of frustration Azazel pulls a chair from a nearby desk and sits on it with the backside in front.
Azazel: "Care to explain how I am not Azazel?"
He asked him while his head rested on his arms. His mental stress was clearly showing as he hadn't been able to converse with the angel without him asking for his "true" identity.
Angel: "...no..."
A tick mark appeared above Azazel's head. That was the 20th time he received the same monotone answer and it was starting to get on his already stressed out nerves.
Azazel: "No he says." He said it quietly and with a mocking tone, whether the person who he imitated heard it or didn't care was unknown to him. "If you can't even explain how I'm NOT Azazel, how would you know if I AM him?"
The Angel slowly closed his eyes and didn't respond.
*ssiighhhh*
Azazel: 'This was not how I thought this would go. I thought when we finally woke him up I would able to take him under my tutelage, teach him the amazing ways of tinkering, learn some more dark secrets that Big G has hidden. Maybe we could have even celebrated the creation of the Grigori with booze and some women.'
Azazel: 'Gotta hand it to those humans though, being able to create something that would make any angel fall from grace with a single sip. Even Raphael was tempted to drink a cup of their booze when he went on an expedition for fallen rouges near the European continent. At least that's what I've heard.'
Shaking his head and getting back to the issue at hand, Azazel lifted his head to look at the angel. The same blank stare was looking at him again. Deciding to take a different approach, he would just continue on and ignore any future questions on his "true" identity.
Azazel: "Since you won't accept me as Azazel, can you just call me Big Brother. Big bro or Azzy works too if the first one is too much of a mouthful for you. Which it probably will be with how little you got to say."
The angel simply looked at him, seeming to be searching for something about him. The focus in his dull eyes was comparable to the human children that wanted to figure out how he was able to summon light. Although that was years ago, it didn't change the fact that it amused him greatly, just like now.
The Angel didn't know why it wanted to be called "big" when he was only a moderate size.
For some reason Azazel felt his pride being hurt.
The Angel chose the only logical one, he had no "brother" that he knew of and this man was neither Azazel nor "big". The man in front of him could then only be called "Azzy".
{Individual has been registered as "Azzy"}
Angel: "...okay...Azzy..."
The Angel didn't know why, but it felt like it made a mistake, an error that would only cause future problems. He couldn't tell why though, Azazel's eyes shown with fondness and adoration while his mouth only curved upward, to the point he thought it would circle around to his nose. Aside from the unpleasant smile, he didn't see anything wrong. He would later find that this moment would be another error in his judgment and would look back at this event with a feeling of annoyance.
The moment he called him that, Azazel had magically been reenergized and jumped up from the chair. Long gone was the pain and mental scars that he had received from the past 3 hours, now he was pumping his fists and cheering.
Azazel: "LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO! FINALLY SOMEONE OTHER THAN GABREL CALLED ME THAT! THAT SHIT FEELS GOOD, COME ON SAY IT AGAIN FOR ME PLEASE!"
The sudden shouts along with the echoes caused a glint of annoyance to flash in the Angel's eyes. All of which was ignored by the ecstatic Azazel as he continued to look at him with glee and pure bliss, none of which looked good to the Angel.
Azazel: "Come on, just say it one more time."
Stepping slowly and slightly hunched over, Azazel started walking. Step by step, he was dramatically making his way over. For some reason the Angel was feeling extremely uncomfortable, similar to the feeling of how information was forcefully given to him. But due to his blank look, Azazel hadn't noticed.
Azazel: "Just once more, call me Azzy just one more time."
His voice had somehow gotten creepy, to the point that even the {System} in the Angel's mind had changed his threat level from Unknown to Catastrophically High.
Right as Azazel got into a certain range from the Angel, he was suddenly sent back across the room. The impact of him and the door was the last thing to be heard before he screamed again.
Azazel: "THAT HURRRTTSSSS!"
Rolling on the ground, Azazel clutches his head and rubs his forehead where he had been head-butted. The initiator of said head-butt just looked at him, contemplating whether or not he should continue defending himself or not.
Azazel: "You're a real brat aren't you. A brat with one hard head, what are you even made o..."
He didn't need to finish his sentence as the memories of his discovery resurfaced in his mind. Although they were humanoid, those corpses in that place weren't made of anything biological from what he could tell. Some didn't even look like nothing more than spare parts one would find in the other rooms of 6th Heaven, which only disturbed him more.
Angel: "Brat? ...I am not 'Brat', I am..."
He didn't finish his sentence and only stared at Azazel. He didn't know if he was asking him for who he was or if he was thinking.
Azazel: "You are...what?"
Angel: "I...don't know."
Azazel: 'Damn, so this IS his first time awake... Gonna have to play it off like with those human kids. Little brats with their wild accusations and imagination.'
Azazel: "So you don't have a name? Nothing that you think you would be called?"
The only answer was a small and barely audible "no". Azazel didn't know whether he should consider this a good thing or a bad thing. Good as in God hasn't had the chance and time to shove his "teachings" into him, or bad as in this whole thing was depressing.
He was talking to a person with the mentality of a child, at least that's what he's getting at. So he had to respond in the only way he could since asking for information is only backfiring.
Azazel: "Hey, how about I come up with a name for you then. But for now, how about I call you little bro—"
Somehow he suddenly found himself lying on the ground. His forehead aching once more from the sudden impact, the back of his head felt as if he had been hit by a slap with the force of Heaven itself backing it up.
Azazel: "OW! If you didn't like it you didn't have to hit me. On second thought, HOW did you even hit me?!"
Lifting his head from the ground, Azazel sent a playful glare at him. The only thing he got was a very stoic face. However, he swore that he saw a glint of frustration. Not trying to bring any more ire from the man, he stood up and starting thinking of a name.
Angel: "...I just can."
Was the response to his question. That formed an even bigger tick mark over Azazel's head. That answer certainly didn't help with him struggling on what name to come up with. Especially when he responded so late, as if even he was confused.
Azazel: 'WHAT DOES HE MEAN HE JUST CAN?! AND THIS IS HARD, WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD HIMSELF! HOW DOES HE EVEN COME UP WITH NAMES FOR ALL OF US ANYWAYS?!'
Seconds turned into minutes as he paced around the room thinking. Occasionally he would throw some names to see whether or not he would react to them. All he got were simple "no's" and the occasionally "Slap Of Heaven", he named it after the 11th time he got up from the ground.
Azazel: "Alright, how about (Y/n)?"
Closing his eyes, he expected to either hear the monotone "no" or the hard impact of the cold metal floor. He received neither.
Angel: '(Y/n)...it for some reason felt right. (Y/n)...(Y/n)...(Y/n)...'
{Identification as (Y/n) has been registered}
(Y/n): "...it is acceptable..."
Azazel: "YES! Finally, I don't know why you wanted that one, I was barely thinking about anything when I blurted it out. I can't tell if you just like the absurdity of the name or are just plain weird."
(Y/n): "...I just do..."
Azazel: "Hahaha well doesn't matter to me, so (Y/n) I have many questions I gotta ask you. But I changed my mind since I've already been talking for our whole interaction, so do you have anything you have to ask of me?"
Changing his approach on the matter, Azazel had to play it like he would a small animal. He had to peak their curiosity and get them to learn that it was okay to venture out into the unknown. He had to teach (Y/n) the ways of the world and get him up to speed, things were getting crazier and crazier with Lucifer building up his "72 Pillars". War was inevitable and (Y/n) was surely going to be a key factor, if his 16 wings were any indicator.
(Y/n)'s mind was put into overdrive. Questions were something he constantly had. The most obvious and beneficial choice would be to ask for information on anything and everything. But what to start with was the hardest part. His first question since he was aware was "What am I?" and it had already been answered, he was (Y/n) and he would be (Y/n) from now on. Now he had to ask another, when he first became aware he had "looked" around. So the same should happen here except he doesn't need to look but instead ask.
(Y/n): "Where am I?"
Azazel: "The 6th level of Heaven."
His answer was swift and fluent. Almost as if he had anticipated the question.
(Y/n): "...Why are we leaving here?"
Azazel: "The situation isn't in our favor at the current moment. I need to leave, I know too much to the point that I'm sure to be killed soon. I'm not the only one of course, but our group needs to be formed now rather than later. Planning on making a home for our brothers and sisters down below."
Azazel noticed how near the end of his explanation (Y/n) had perked his head and his eyes gained more focus. But it didn't affect him as much as what he heard before his explanation.
Azazel: 'Wait did he say "we"?'
"Now hold on, what did you mean we? I never said WE were leaving, I didn't even know you were awake before you scared the shit out of me!"
(Y/n): "...you said we were leaving...together."
Azazel didn't know how he could tell that there was anger in that stoic face, but he needed to calm him down fast.
Azazel: "Woah woah woah, I think we have a misunderstanding here bud, how about you explain from the beginning?"
And so (Y/n) and Azazel's first conversation together continued. However, only one of them was aware how their actions changed the future of everyone. The other simply listened and gathered information for as much as they could before they went back to wherever they place came from.
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Shemhazai's POV
I honestly didn't know whether to be pissed or distressed about Azazel not showing up at our usual meeting place for Grigori business. Said meeting place was literally his own room that "he modified" to be out of ear from Father. Of course Azazel didn't personally modify the room, it was actually Tamiel that he somehow roped into doing it. I swear he said he wasn't going to turn any more of Azazel's crazy ideas into reality. Guess I was proven wrong. Again.
The past 2 hours had been nerve wrecking and anxiety inducing. When your best friend/brother calls you and tells you to speed up the plans that had a high probability of getting you killed, of course you would hurry and try to understand what was going on. The first hour had been anxiety inducing with any and all possible outcomes leading to us either being killed or barely making it out alive, the former more likely to happen than the latter. The weight of what we are doing had been getting heavier and heavier the longer we stayed, the longer we took to get support, the longer we made our fallen siblings wait, and of course, the longer we were near God himself.
The last hour however, was just plain frustrating with nothing happening and a certain someone not showing up. If Azazel was putting his acting skills to the test, I am going to kill him the next time I see him. Acting or not, his location was still somewhere else. The fact that nobody currently in 3rd Heaven had mentioned about him falling or being replaced meant that Azazel either couldn't attend due to someone like Michael needing his presence or there was an emergency involving the unofficial Grigori. None of this, however, would prevent Azazel from notifying him.
So here I am, walking down the same corridor in 6th Heaven towards the only place he would be. I close my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose while still keeping the same pace. Coming here through the same hallways had made it so it became second-nature when navigating this place. This gave me time to calm myself so when I finally find him, I don't end up killing him on the spot and instead kill him after he explains.
The all-familiar set of doors that I once brought him excitement and giddiness now only brought dread and frustration. The halls were empty, as they should be if our own agents within the guard garrison on this level were doing their jobs. The 10 agents had successfully been turned or infiltrated the garrison had given us the patrol routes and time-stamps of when and who would guard this very corridor. Luckily, the time that they patrol this corridor is the same as the time that the others in their laboratories work non-stop. Giving us a clear set amount of time to do what we usually do.
If Azazel is here, then that means he's been here for the past few hours. Giving us another hour if he's been here the full 2 hours that he made me wait.
Reaching the door, I pulled out the anti-seal device, only to find it still unsealed. Loud noises could be heard, along with laughter. The voice was all too familiar, although it wasn't Azazel's maniacal laughter when his tinkering gets results in the workshops, it still only proved one thing. Azazel had completely forgotten the meeting that HE himself set up.
Ready to give him a piece of the suffering that I received the past hours, I opened the door and entered only to stop dead in my tracks. For some reason I felt like I had to sit down and just think about everything. I was ready to beat him into a pulp and drag him to his quarters but that thought quickly was replaced with the confusion of what exactly was going on.
There were 3 reasons as to why, the 1st: Azazel had mid-night black hair that only a fallen would have. Long gone was his pale-blonde root hair, however his golden blonde tips remained. The 2nd: he had SOMEHOW gotten the Angel to wake up, how I don't know but I plan to find out after this madness is put to a stop. The 3rd: was the words coming out of Azazel's mouth and why he would ever be explaining such a thing to our new friend.
Azazel: "I'm telling you, God made some weird ass humans. C*ck and Ball Torture, or CBT as I'm calling it, is the most weirdest and most painful thing I have ever witnessed. So, I was minding my own business in one of the churches that was built near a village I frequently visit, when suddenly I found myself in a whole sex dungeon with weird tools. If I had known at first, I would've kept to myself you know? But God made me curious and adventurous, so what else was I supposed to do, I adventured into the unknown."
The seriousness and analytical nature of his tone and face didn't help with the absurdity that he was speaking. So engrossed into telling his story that he didn't hear the door close behind him with me just staring at the back of his head.
Azazel: "The deeper I went, the weirder things got. Like there were these random triangles in these cells. Ropes, whips, and all of that. But what really freaked me out was when I reached the end of the holding cells where I found a nun stepping—"
Azazel stopped when he noticed the Angel looking behind him, staring at me. Slowly he turned and once he met my gaze, I could only do what my mind was telling me to do. I fainted.
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3rd POV
Azazel just stood there as Shemhazai suddenly fell forward and a loud smack was heard when he hit the floor. At first, his discussion with (Y/n) started with him explaining his whole limbo state when he first "awoken". He didn't really specify how or what he felt, except that it was unpleasant at first but he slowly started to grow accustomed to it. He later explained the flashes, voices, visions, and sounds he heard when he was pulled out of his limbo-like state.
Although it started on a depressing note, Azazel was able to satisfy (Y/n) with his thorough explanations and theories on what he stated. Though it took time for the conversation to move past that point due to (Y/n) speaking as little as possible, barely giving Azazel hints as to what he was talking about. But he soon learned how to understand him and helped move on to other topics.
Azazel gained a lot of information about (Y/n), how he wants to find his "home". Honestly he didn't know how to really help him with that other than finding him a dark and quiet room for him to stay in as the only thing he said that described his home was "silent, dark, and calming". Another thing that he learned from him was that he doesn't know who God is, or anyone for that matter. He said he saw visions or moments with silhouettes, each giving him something to think about or something to learn. Azazel didn't know what that could mean, but it definitely didn't involve the system that he is attached to. The system only had information of the ranks in Heaven. Other things like names of people, places, theories, and etc. were also within the system but most of the files were about managing and monitoring the entirety of Heaven.
Which led him to find out that he wasn't part of Heaven. Of course he had asked (Y/n) to explain what he meant by that, all he had received was that he was removed from the data banks a couple of minutes before he met (Y/n).
That could only mean several things. He had somehow been tempted and fallen, he had been banished from Heaven by God himself, or he had gained and gave in to something forbidden. The third was the most unpredictable one, as it could come out of nowhere. For example, finding and gaining pleasure in the carnage of battle. Kokabiel was one of those, however, the reason as to why he hadn't fallen was simple, he had yet to give in to it.
Everyone can find some hidden temptation that they were love to partake in, however, as long as it remains a temptation and they steer clear from it, then it would be fine.
Seeing as God was still on an errand to who knows where, it meant he was tempted and had taken that temptation. And of course, there was no one to blame but himself. He knew exactly what had caused him to fall when (Y/n) stated that he left the system minutes before their confrontation. He had been tempted by the forbidden fruit of Knowledge. His own curiosity led to his down fall, and he was blinded by it until it was far too late. Too caught up in trying to find the secrets of God, that he failed to realize that said secrets were called secrets for a reason. He had gone down the chute out of curiosity, he had explored and that only made him hungrier for more. The point-of-no-return was probably when he finally SAW what was down there. The secret was no more, and truth had been carved into his head for as long as he lived.
No sooner did he come to that conclusion, he immediately brought out his wings. And when they sprouted from his back, all he could see was darkness. Gone were the colors that represented purity and the holy, in their place were wings of the night. He didn't know how to feel about them, but (Y/n) did. Unknown to Azazel, (Y/n)'s new fondness for Azazel grew when those wings came out, reminding him of the void and darkness that he grew accustomed to.
At that point, the conversation between Azazel and (Y/n) had taken a good turn for the 2 of them. Deciding to forget about his situation until he was able to meet Shemhazai, Azazel continued their conversation.
That conversation had somehow led to him telling stories of his adventures in the mortal realm. Which led to talking about the weird and disturbing acts of those who worship God, which led to the situation they were in now.
Azazel: "*sssiiigghhh* I completely forgot about you."
Azazel started walking towards the unconscious Shemhazai. He completely forgot about his arranged meeting with him, actually he forgot about the whole situation they were in. After he started talking about less serious topics, he felt like he was talking to a little brother. Even though he actually was his little brother, if those logs on the console were to go by, he literally was talking and teaching his 1 month old little bro. He couldn't control the giddiness that he was feeling, even if it was less than what it was when he called him "Azzy", having a "regular" relationship with a sibling of his was only one of his wishes.
Now that he has fallen, it really didn't matter how jealous or envious he was of humans. Because now he had a little bro who he will selfishly spoil and take care of. He didn't have to watch human families enjoy their life anymore. He didn't have to hang out with those kids just to experience even a little of what life without God over his neck would be like. It was kinda scary, he didn't usually have these thoughts before he was a fallen, but now they seem to be flooding him with thoughts of his newly acquired freedom.
(Y/n) simply stared at Azazel carrying Shemhazai to the chair he would occasionally sit at. Still attached to the monolith of a throne, (Y/n) still had his guard up. The new person had interrupted them and also held a small amount of malice towards Azazel before he entered. (Y/n) was ready to defend "Azzy" if the malice remained, but soon the person had just simply stared at Azazel and then collapsed.
Propping his head against the back side of the chair, (Y/n) had a clear view of his face and quickly started searching their identity in his data banks.
{Searching...}
{Match Found}
{Shemhazai of the Inventors Corp}
{Residence: 6th Heaven's Laboratory #87}
{Years since Creation: 8,678}
{Threat Level: Moderate}
{Affiliation: Fellow Angel of God}
Azazel turned towards (Y/n) sensing a build up of energy coming from that direction. He saw (Y/n)'s hands gathering and condensing energy along his fingertips. Which were pointing at the direction of Shemhazai.
Azazel: "WOAH, woah woah calm down. Why the hell are you getting ready to vaporize my friend and our brother?!"
Quickly Azazel had jumped between them in order to take the blow if (Y/n) let loose.
(Y/n): "...affiliated with God...you said God put me here...God is bad...you said that..."
Azazel: "No shit he's affiliated with God. He is, I am, you are, and everyone in Heaven is affiliated with God. But he's one of the people I told you about that is planning on leaving with me. So technically we aren't affiliated him anymore."
(Y/n): "...oh..."
Azazel: 'Uwaaahhhh, now he's making me feel bad for scolding him.'
Slowly grabbing another chair from a table, Azazel sits next to Shemazai's unconscious body.
Azazel: 'Now that Shemhazai is here, I should finally talk to (Y/n) about the BIG plans that we have. The only issue now is the fact that the plan doesn't account for (Y/n). We don't know what happens once he disconnects from that monolith, I'm lucky he hasn't said anything about it during our talk but since he said he's dead set on following us there is a whole lot of shit that can go wrong.'
Making up his mind, he just decided to wing it. First he'll have to tell Penemue and Baraquiel to notify everyone else in the group about the new circumstances. Sitting back he did just that, getting affirmatives from both.
It was unheard of for any single person that was an enemy of Heaven to escape once they entered. Those in 4th Heaven were evidence of just that. However, they only represented those who tried to escape alone, this revolt was involving several hundreds of angels from different positions. From some of the guards in 6th Heaven, to several regiments of the newly made angels down in 1st Heaven. The unofficial Grigori had influences all over Heaven, few in numbers they may be, but their will for freedom far surpassed any other.
Ironic how they hated their older brother Lucifer for trying to claim Heaven's Throne from God, now here they were trying to claim freedom that God had taken from them. Lucifer had revolted for the throne, but it was never known why. Was it for power? For his already inflated ego? For godhood? Whatever it was, they were no different from him. Following in their brother's footsteps, truly there was nothing more ironic than that.
Azazel: 'Old man...Michael...I sure wish I could see your faces when everything goes to shit.'
(Y/n) simply stared at him. His stoic face hid all what he was thinking at the moment.
Azazel turned to (Y/n), a sadistic grin had taken his usual laid back smile. His eyes were mischievous as he opened his mouth to explain to (Y/n) what they were gonna do.
Azazel: 'Big G better be ready when he comes back cause he's gonna have to deal with a second Lucifer.'
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