3rd POV

The sun burned brightly in the sky. At its highest peak, it covered the entire city in light and warmth. The city, made of stone and solidified mud found near the mighty river, was large and lively. The inhabitants all going about to their day to day lives farming and tending to their livestock. The merchants selling their harvests and items to their fellow friends and strangers. The children either working or helping their family's shops and soldiers patrolling the stone paved streets on the look out for any suspicious activity, not that they needed to as under their King's rule those who committed crimes were never going to commit them again if caught.

Those who were foolish enough to have committed any acts were put on display for all to see. Set as an example for any who would dare to go against their King's law, stripped of their belongings and humiliated in front of their fellow citizens from sunrise to sunset. Only then would they be sent to the prisons located away from the stone walls and market squares.

Their King ruled with an iron-fist, some may say he was a tyrant, a cruel leader, a mighty warrior, a malevolent hero. All of which were true. To those that oppose him, he is but a conqueror. To his citizens he is but a strict and powerful King. To his soldiers and court, he is a but the definition of the word "leader". He who built the ziggurats, the walls, the fields for crops, and the nation that it all resides in, was none other than King Gilgamesh of Uruk.

A true Demigod, two-thirds god and one-third man, Gilgamesh was a being to be feared. Power, while a major factor, was not the only thing that was needed to be a ruler of a nation. He was wise, cunning, strong-willed, and most of all arrogant. His arrogance did not make him a lesser King, nor did it make him any less feared among Gods and mortals.

The Mesopotamian Gods feared his potential as a Demigod, but their annoyance of his arrogance was what caused them to create a weapon to slay him. Together they created a weapon of clay, a being who could rival Gilgamesh, and soon someone he would consider an equal. Their first battle was as enemies, the second as rivals, and soon by the third, they were officially friends in a complex way.

Their battles after that were no more than spars. It, however, did not discourage them from going all out in said spars, leaving the terrain unrecognizable and filled with craters. It didn't take a God to know that their spars needed to be in a recluse location to avoid any damage to Uruk. Upon his numerous leaves to these spars, Gilgamesh would leave his court scholars in his place for managing Uruk.

This day was one such day. Both King and Weapon had left before sunrise to their usual sparring field. It had been several hours now, the sun has now reached its highest peak above the city. Other than a few moments where the earth itself shook, there was nothing of note that occurred. However, if the citizens of Uruk were to look above the walls in the direction across the mighty river, they would see rain clouds slowly approaching.


3rd POV

Hundreds of Miles Away From Uruk

The clouds continued to cry all over the 2 individuals on the ground. Both soaked from head to toe, one laying on their back, the other sitting on their knees with their hand holding the others head up, both looking up towards the heavens. The one with golden hair was adorned in matching golden armored pants, his chest plate and shoulder pads were long cast aside after they had killed the Bull of Heaven. The other had long green hair and wore a white tunic, both of which reached their knees.

The clouds showed no mercy as they continued to rain on them. All was silent except for the constant impacts of water and earth. The day had been nothing special in the beginning, they had both left for another day of sparring until someone interrupted them once again. During their spar Ishtar, the Goddess of Fertility, had once again proclaimed her love for Gilgamesh. The result was the same as the other countless times she had done it, Gilgamesh refused her. She, once again, left after being insulted by Enkidu, which earned a laughing fit from Gilgamesh much to Ishtar's annoyance.

Truly neither expected for the Goddess Ishtar to send her Bull after them as soon as they had returned to their spar. The Bull was a foe neither could handle alone, proving just how mighty the Bull of Heaven truly was. The fight had lasted till the Bull was finally slain by Enkidu dealing the final blow to its head just as the sun began to set.

No sooner had the sun set, clouds formed above them. Gilgamesh, even with his Clairvoyance, did not foresee what had occurred at that moment. He was no fool, truly he understood the actions that they had taken and the consequences that came with them. But even he didn't expect the consequences to arrive as soon as it did. His confusion quickly turned to understanding, then to anger as he glared up at the closing sky.

No sooner had the clouds blocked the last sunlight and the rain started, did Gilgamesh's one true friend fall to his knees gasping for breathe. Enkidu knew what was happening, how could he not when his very core of being was taken from him. The Mesopotamian Gods created him, so it was almost a certainty that they could kill him as well. He wasn't the only one who knew, as he rolled onto his back, his dear friend Gilgamesh kneeled next to him with his golden hair blocking his eyes. There was no injury on Enkidu other than scratches from their fight with the Bull. But nonetheless they both knew he was dying from the inside out, the Gods had a kill switch that they must have activated right when they killed the Bull, and neither could do anything about it.

Slowly Gilgamesh moved his hand closest to Enkidu's head and lifted it up. As he lifted it up, so did his own head. He dared not look at his dying friend. Gilgamesh would never tell anyone, but he had used his clairvoyance many times to see the future of his only friend. No matter what he did or what day he used it on, he would always see the same thing over and over again. On the muddy ground during a rainy day, much like now, Enkidu slowly died in his arms.

Gilgamesh's eyes glared hard at the rain clouds, the Mongrels were mocking them. The rain was not natural and it was as if they were trying to send him a message. They call themselves 'Gods' and yet the watch far away like mutts cowering from demonic beasts. Instead of doing the work themselves like the "Gods" they are, they instead send their pet Bull to fight for them.

Enkidu: "Hahaha...Are you so high and mighty that you can not even look down to see your friend's final moments?"

Enkidu's soft and calm voice got his attention, but he did not budge. Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes. He didn't want to see the moment he had been dreading come to reality. And so he closed his eyes, Gilgamesh did not think of himself stupid enough to do something foolish. But at the moment he allowed himself just one simple act of a fool. If he could not see the moment of his best and only friend's death, then it would not happen. This lone thought bounced around his head. And before he knew it, another foolish act had been committed, as the tear from the corner of his eye joined the raindrops building up on his cheek. He didn't want to give the Mongrels that were certainly watching anymore satisfaction of seeing him hurt, so he quickly forced the other tears away.

Gilgamesh: "..."

Receiving nothing but silence, Enkidu moves his gaze from the sky to Gilgamesh's barely visible face. The rain was continuously hitting the both of them, but neither were bothered. The raindrops on Gilgamesh's face slid down to his chin slowly, it did well to hide the single tear that he had let loose, but it was all for naught as Enkidu could clearly tell them apart. He said nothing about it and merely shifted his attention to the clouds once more.

His death was not as painful as he had expected, since betraying the Gods was surely punishable with a more gruesome and painful death. But this was rather calming, he didn't know whether it was due to his only friend's presence, or if it was the exhaustion from their fight.

Gilgamesh: "My journey has yet to end Enkidu. And surely yours doesn't end here in this barren wasteland."

His voice was stern, but not aggressive. It was as if he was trying to convince him to fight on. But Enkidu knew that the talk wasn't for him. Surely Gilgamesh had already knew that there was nothing to convince him that he was not dying.

Enkidu: "You are right, your journey has yet to end my dear friend."

Gilgamesh: "..."

Enkidu: "But mine slowly is. I, Enkidu, the true and only friend of King Gilgamesh of Uruk, am now ending my journey here. Not as the Weapon of the Gods but as my own person. So I ask you, would you please see me in my final moments?"

His voice was strained a bit as his time was shortening, so opening his eyes Gilgamesh slowly tilted his head down. No matter how many times he foresaw this scene with his clairvoyance, none of them could compare to the pain he felt now. The exact same thing happened. He has already seen this before, and yet it did not do anything to lessen the pit in his stomach. Blood crimson eyes met Emerald green eyes. Enkidu smiled while Gilgamesh held his blank look.

Gilgamesh valued their friendship highly, smiling now would squander that to the ground and grieving in front of his friend would be unkingly, so he continued to blankly stare at his friend.

Enkidu valued their friendship highly, smiling now was a way to show acceptance and to put his friend at ease, but of course, Death was what everyone feared. Some just needed a reminder.

Enkidu's body was always cold, being a weapon made of clay was a clear clue to that. But somehow, in Gilgamesh's arms, his body gradually felt colder. Colder than the glare Enkidu gave him when they first met, colder than the times he had almost bled out on the battlefields of war, and colder than how he treated his citizens of Uruk before meeting Enkidu. This was no doubt Death coming to claim Enkidu's soul from his body, and Gilgamesh, for all the power and treasure he boasted to the Gods, could do nothing but watch.

Enkidu: "Enkidu's journey...ends here...but...the Chains of Heaven will continue...to accompany you on yours..."

Enkidu spoke his words with coughs and quick intakes of air in between. His message was clear, and Gilgamesh could only say one thing as the life and breathe left his friend's body.

Gilgamesh: "I, Gilgamesh King of Uruk, order you to rest well Enkidu."

And so Enkidu slowly closed his eyes and breathed out the last few sparks of his life.

Just a few seconds later, Enkidu's body began to glow a bright flourishing green color. Pieces and specks of his body soon started to break apart and disperse to their surroundings. It did not stop, and Gilgamesh didn't try to stop it. Bright as it was, Gilgamesh wouldn't dare close his eyes. Enkidu wanted him to see his final moments and he will do so till the end.

Soon as the last specks of light brushed against his right cheek similar to a mother caressing their child, what remained in his hands lied only the chain necklace that Enkidu wore. His grip tightened around it and he brought it to his forehead. The necklace gave him warmth, it was warmer than the rain that soaked him, and that alone gave him comfort.

He dared not move from his kneeling position. He would stay and mourn his friends death.

And so he did.

Gilgamesh mourned for 7 days and 7 nights. Not once standing up.

Only after the sun rose on the 8th day did he stand back up and continued his journey, heading back to Uruk. This was the only and last time he would kneel under the watch of the Heavens. His lowest point of his life as King has passed, now with Enkidu gone he had no worries of ever kneeling again.

Long gone was his Kingly garments, adorned in clothes that honored Enkidu, personally made from pieces of the Bull of Heaven and the demonic beasts that roamed around it. The Chains of Heaven hung loosely around his neck.

Determination filled his eyes as he walked the way back, he would build a statue to honor Enkidu once he reached Uruk. His journey was a long way from finished, and the next step was to get rid of Death's presence over him. Once the statue was finished, he would leave once again to find Utnapishtim.

And so Gilgamesh's journey for Immortality began.


3rd POV

The rain poured onto the streets. The sudden storm had yet to stop, today marking this the 20th day of its persistence. The citizens of Uruk stayed in their homes, only the cloaked soldiers and the one or two merchants would be seen on the streets near the market square. The crops near the mighty river had long been devoured by it, taking Uruk's potential food stock. It had only been 3 days since their King had left on his search for Utnapishtim. The statue of Enkidu had been built the first week of his return, it was placed in Gilgamesh's ziggurat right where visitors would see it upon entering.

Taking nothing except his clothes and himself, Gilgamesh left Uruk in its state of famine. He had even left the Chains of Heaven behind in his personal treasury in the underground portion of his ziggurat. His journey for Immortality would be done of his own will and power. Although Enkidu had told him to have it accompany him, he wished to accomplish this part of his journey on his own. So he placed it in his most guarded treasury, where not even the Mesopotamian Gods would be able to break into it.

The Gate of Babylon, his own personal armory and treasury where all the weapons and treasure of humanity resided in. Although it allowed him to take and store anything he so desired, the things that were in it had to reside somewhere. And so it connected to the underground rooms of his ziggurat. Sealed and guarded from intruders, he had no reason to worry of anyone breaking and stealing from him. If he had used his clairvoyance one more time on the necklace from Enkidu, he would have surely taken it with him.


Raphael's POV

We walked down the alley ways of this human city. The constant rain soaking our cloaks and feet. The weather was a good excuse to hide our identities. Father had taken the appearance of an elderly human man, while I simply hid my wings from sight and discarded the armored robes back in my personal chambers.

I was to accompany him while he attended a meeting with the King of this human city. An honor that not many would be able to obtain, and so I must dutifully remain focus on my objective. Protecting Father.

Rapid footsteps were heard coming ahead of us. A pair of soldiers wearing similar cloaks jogged past us before turning the corner.

The rain had been non-stop since the moment they entered this section of the continent. To humans that weren't sensitive to mana or magical energy, they would find this weather strange or think of it as a curse. To any supernatural being, this weather was clearly the works of a divine entity. The rain was imbued with a tint of magic, which was slowly causing the soil and crops fields to wither and die. The constant water removing the evidence of decay down to the river. The city was being poisoned.

This city was dying, and if I were to make a guess, Father is likely here to find the cause of it and fix it. His love for his creations truly goes beyond that of anything that I have ever known.

3rd POV

As Raphael was further imagining the righteousness of God and letting his devotion grow, God himself was set on his objective.

Walking up the step of the stone ziggurat, both were slowly but surely making progress to the top. Raphael was impressed. The structure and craftsmanship was truly something to be called magnificent, for humans of course. God paid little mind to the environment that they were in, what he was doing and going to do violated the treaties between mythologies and pantheons. His dealings with Odin were nothing compared to what he had planned. If violating the Solitary Treaties was what it took to protect the world, then he would gladly take the consequences.

If any were to catch wind of this, Trihexa would be the least of his worries as all other pantheons would retaliate against them.

Although it worried him, it did not sway his resolve to save the world from the potential destruction from Trihexa. So moving a little quicker, God reached the top of the ziggurat before Raphael did.

A large statue was in front of them, entirely made of what seemed like gold. Due to the clouds and the sun setting, they could not see the statue until they reached the top. If it were bright with the sky clear, they were certain that anyone would be able to see the statue before reaching two-thirds to the top.

The statue was of a single man with long hair and tunic. Both reached near his ankles, his hair was flowing and a single arm was aimed forward, seemingly pointing to the sky. His expression was the definition of calm and collected, however his eyes were squinted as if a small glare was being aimed at someone.

Bringing his attention back to the entrance of the ziggurat, he continued his walk. Raphael right behind him only spared the statue a single glance, if it was not of the Christian faith then it mattered little to him.

The impact of the rain against their cloaks subsided as they entered the temple. Guards stood near the interior, sparing them a single glance and then looking back at each other. A single soldier, slightly different in attire, walked out from behind a group of guards.

Raphael grunted disapprovingly, as an angel created by God with the sole purpose to lead his armies, he could only silently judge the soldiers for underestimating a foreign and unknown foe.

Soldier Captain: "Entry beyond this point is forbidden at the current moment, please head back home before the storm worsens."

Although stern, his voice held a tint of respect and care as he directed his attention to God under disguise.

God: "Oh but young man, I seem to have found the cause of this storm that you speak of. My name is Gozuvid and this is my son Raphizen. I believe that this is not just a storm but a curse that was put upon this land."

That piqued the interest of all that were listening. Raphael payed no mind to what his Father was saying, although tactics and warfare were his forte, anything other than that he would only hinder its progress. So he stayed put and still, silently scanning the environment.

Soldier Captain: "Truly?! Then we must bring this to the attention of the head scholars."

The soldier was desperate. Although 20 days of famine may not seem much, to the people of Uruk who live off of their own work and have yet to establish trade routes with other civilizations, this was the start of the collapse of their whole city. The homeless and poor having grown sick and perished due to no shelter. The farmers having no harvest to feed themselves and their livestock, and neither to sell. The merchants, rich and higher on the hierarchy as they are, gradually see the uselessness of their money in a time such as this. The soldiers barely able to see from up in the walls any potential threat. At the moment, Uruk would fall should an invader or demonic beasts attack.

Their King's departure was of no help. His cold nature and ruthless methods may have diminished upon his return, but it did little in the short time that he managed the city. Many began to think that the end of Uruk was coming, that the Gods had abandoned them.

If they were to know the truth, they wouldn't be far from off. Scholars began looking through their tablets of stone for any information of another case as this. Priests began to pray for forgiveness from the Gods. Everyone wanted an answer and solution to their problem. For 20 days they had searched, and now that a possible solution, no matter how small, had presented itself then they would try it.

God: "Ah, my son here has nothing to do with this, he only aided me in coming up here. Would it be fine for him to stay here and wait for my return?"

Soldier Captain: "Of course! As long as he is not wandering off, he should be fine. Please sir, come right this way."

God then started walking into the chambers right behind the soldier. Raphael simply turned and sat by the steps that led back down. He didn't know how long his Father would take with curing this place of its predicament, so he decided to rest and save his stamina for when he would be able to fulfill his duty on the battlefield when called.


GOD's POV

Although it was a good thing, it still was too easy to hypnotize the scholars for information on the location of Gilgamesh's treasury. It was not too hard to imagine that his treasury was underneath the biggest and most important ziggurat in Uruk.

Walking down the steps that led deeper into the temple, I could sense a divine presence. Divine as in a mighty artifact.

God: 'It does not feel alive, nor does it feel threatening.'

The presence I was feeling was complex, it felt like a mixture of many yet not exactly.

The guards can be easily dealt with much like the scholars, their minds could be altered to either give me information and forget about me, or simply putting stress on their mental health would cause them to pass out allowing me to adventure at my leisure.

Numerous stairs, numerous guards, numerous doors, numerous rooms, and numerous passageways. Gilgamesh certainly made a noteworthy temple, the complexity would surely give even a Gods a hard time to manage their way through to the end. That is if they followed the human way of actually transversing through the maze. Many Gods would surely brute force their way down, but not me. I will humor the King of Uruk and walk my way to my goal.

The goal being a simple weapon that will surely help in stopping the Beast of Apocalypse. Although the Mesopotamian Gods would most likely grow hostile if they found me intruding on their territory, surely they would not mind me taking their left-overs.

Judging by the condition of Uruk, their creation must have been long gone, and in its place was a divine weapon that they had no plans for. Enkidu had perished, and Gilgamesh had left the city to continue his journey, most likely for Immortality after witnessing Death take hold of his only friend.

The divine presence was not just up ahead. Entering a room that was the larger than the rest I had arrived at my destination. In front of me was but walls of stone with markings and scriptures carved into it. The 4 walls and ceiling of the room all were covered from corner to corner with symbols of Mesopotamian origin. In actuality, those scriptures and markings are but seals to contain whatever is behind these walls and ceiling.

Taking several steps closer and carefully looking at them, I began my analysis.

Time Skip 28 Minutes

God: "Truly an impressive seal, able to potentially hold back even the mightiest blows of the Mesopotamian Gods...unfortunately for you Gilgamesh, I am no Mesopotamian God."

The seal, while powerful, was nothing compared to the various seals I put on Trihexa. Different they may be, all seals are the same in terms of their purpose and workings. Once single end thread of the seal is found, all you would need to do was push any magical energy and then destroy it from the inside out.

With a final carving of holy energy into the seal, cracks began to form along the walls and ceiling. The divine presences were now growing more clear. Their aura seeped through the cracks, causing them to start falling apart. Chunks of stone fell from the ceiling and bright light pierced through. Bright as they were, for a me, a being of light, they were but as bright as a candle.

The walls collapsed and after the dust and tremors stopped. The sight that blessed me was a room many times bigger than what it was before covered in gold coins, weapons of different origins, and artifacts of all levels of power. All of which, were of no interests to me.

I started my search by walking through a gap between the piles of treasure and following the given path. Finding the weapon I need will certainly take a while with how much stuff is in this room.

This would certainly take a while.


3rd POV

Back in 6th Heaven, Azazel was at the moment still conversing with (Y/n). Shemhazai had long awoken from his deep coma of shock, currently he was investigating the underground "graveyard" that Azazel told him to investigate. They both would've went together if it wasn't for Azazel's persistence on keeping the newly introduced (Y/n) company. Now that Shemhazai was down there, he could only curse Azazel's name as he was seriously creeped out by his on top of Azazel turning into a Fallen before their plan hit its peak, was just adding more and more stress to Shemhazai's brain.

To say that (Y/n) was "onboard" for their rebellion was like saying mountains were great conversationalists, it was all just one-sided talk. (Y/n) took the information that they provided while Azazel and Shemhazai sat there waiting for a response that they never got. Fed up, Shemhazai simply asked Azazel what EXACTLY happened to him. That resulted in a conversation about the underground garbage chute, which led to the situation now with Azazel and (Y/n) alone.

Azazel patiently waited for (Y/n) to respond. Although his time with him was short, he had learned to be patient with the man. Shemhazai might have thought that it would be pointless to continue talking to him, but Azazel learned a few things since his time spent talking to (Y/n).

One of those things is that (Y/n) needs several moments to actually say what he wants to say. His way of speaking was "robotic" to say the least, which shouldn't be a surprise as the man is literally attached to a whole computer chair. Another thing that he learned, was to not joke about anything "serious". Besides the usual 'Slap of Heaven' that came with his antics with him, (Y/n) scared the shit out of him whenever Azazel joked about leaving him to do something else. Although, some of those jokes weren't really jokes, he really was hungry for some food but held it in for his own safety despite his stomachs grumbling. Luckily (Y/n) allowed him to go get something to eat under the condition that if he were to be gone for 10 minutes, he would personally come find him.

But Azazel wouldn't let a little problem as (Y/n) being reticent or humorless from conversing with him.

(Y/n): "Will I be able to find my home?"

His voice was low and bland which was one of the things that Azazel was growing tired of. Not that he had a problem with how his new brother was like, just that he expected (Y/n) to show more emotion after learning new things and being "free". He was still thinking about when to free him, not that the man himself couldn't escape on his own which did confuse Azazel on why he didn't escape already.

Back to the question he was asked, Azazel merely raised a single brow at (Y/n). This was one other thing that he was starting to get tired of.

Azazel: "You are really obsessed with the word 'home' aren't you. I've heard you say that word as much as I've heard you talk, and that numbers already low."

(Y/n): "..."

The blank stare was all the message he needed to just answer his question.

Azazel: "Honestly (Y/n), I don't even know what HOME you are even trying to find. I mean you literally woke up a few hours ago and the only clues you gave me are 'quiet, dark, and silent'. Two of those are literally the same thing!"

He exclaimed, not too loudly as to annoy (Y/n), with his arms up in the air. Getting up from his chair, Azazel stretched his back and simply crossed his arms looking at (Y/n) with a deadpan look.

Azazel: "I'm starting to think that you are messing with me now."

(Y/n): "...would you still help me?"

Azazel: "By 'help' do you mean providing a residence for you or something? I could literally just give you a room under the ocean if that's what you want? It would be cold, dark, silent, and you wouldn't be bothered by anyone except fish and the occasional Sea Serpent and Dragon."

Azazel jokingly and sarcastically said. Which he immediately regretted when he saw (Y/n)'s eyes shine for a minute. Truly he just dug himself a hole not even his wings could take him out of.

(Y/n): "Truly?...then I accept...I help you fight, and you give me my home.."

Azazel: 'GOD, DAMN YOU FOR MAKING SUCH THIS INNOCENT AND NAIVE BROTHER OF MINE! NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, IF SEND HIM TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA, HE'LL LITERALLY SUFFOCATE!'

Honestly he didn't know if he should ACTUALLY commit to what he said. Either he denies the opportunity now and try to come up with a compromise. Or just add this to the new list of sins that he's going to keep adding to. None of the abilities and magic he knew did what he needed, it would take time to create a spell for silencing so it was automatically not an option. He didn't know if (Y/n) would even wait for as long as it would take.

Azazel: 'Honeslty now that I've fallen from grace, there really isn't anything holding me back from just...doing whatever I want.'

He turned his head to look at (Y/n) who was patiently waiting for his answer. Those eyes that barely showed a glint of anticipation were currently causing a tug-of-war in his soul. But the hardest choices require the strongest wills, and with that he made his choice.

Azazel: 'I'm sorry little one'

An imaginary tear fell of his cheek as he came up with an elaborate plan to tell (Y/n). Finally coming up one that was decent enough to be altered if something went wrong, he put a smile on his face and spoke.

Azazel: "Great! After our plan works and the Grigori is formed and stable, I'll bring you to your home. However, if you don't like it, then you'll have to stay with me until I can come up with another way to find your home. Is that alright with you?"

(Y/n): "It is acceptable."

He said that almost instantly which only caused Azazel to sweatdrop. He didn't even know if (Y/n) actually heard him or if he was so excited for a home that he just agreed no matter what he said.

*THUNK*

A moment later Shemhazai flew out of the chute and was gasping for breathe. Besides his heaving chest as he breathed for air, the new thing about him was his hair. Although it contained its usually pale color, it was the fact that is was the ONLY color that made Azazel confused. He turned around and once his eyes locked on Azazel, his face scrunched up in anger.

Shemhazai: "OY, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! NEXT TIME WARN ME ABOUT THE SHIT IM GOING TO SEE WHEN SENDING ME SOMEWHERE!"

Azazel: "Haaa? I did tell you, you moron!"

Shemhazai: "LIAR, ALL YOU SAID WAS THAT IT WAS NIGHTMARE FUEL!"

Azazel: "THAT SHOULD'VE GAVE YOU A VAGUE IDEA!"

*THUNK* *THUNK*

Suddenly Azazel and the newly fallen Shemhazai fell straight to the floor. Their faces meeting the cool surface in one quick motion. Their faces leaving imprints as they raised their heads up.

Shemhazai: "THE FUCK WAS THA—"

Azazel: "*SSHHH* Shut up man! Do you want to get smacked again?!"

Azazel whispered yelled at him, cutting him off from making anymore loud noises in (Y/n)'s presence. Said person just had his head tilted in their direction. His hair blocking one of his eyes while the other showed a look void of emotion. Not that Azazel was buying it, he could FEEL the irritation being emitted from that gaze.

Azazel: "Now now, let's calm down (Y/n). No need to feisty for a little slip up."

Rubbing his head, he lifted himself off the ground while turning his attention back on Shemhazai.

Azazel: "Anyways, do you see now why I fell from grace. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if even the zealous Michael became a fallen if he saw what was down there."

Shemhazai: "*cough cough*...yeah."

Azazel raised an eyebrow at the weird behavior that his friend was showing. He seems nervous and embarrassed for some reason.

Azazel: "What's getting you all sweating and twitching?"

Shemhazai: "That wasn't exactly why I fell...I was keeping watch of my wings to see when I would fall."

Azazel: "Then what the heck did you do?"

Shemhazai stayed silent for a while trying to calm his nerves. He turned his head away and mumbled a few words, of which none in the room could hear.

Azazel: "You might wanna speak up."

Shemhazai: "I...them up."

Azazel: "Speak up man!"

Shemhazai: "I may have opened some of them up!"

Silence filled the room. Shemhazai turned his head back away out of embarrassment and shame. Azazel simply looked dumbfounded and could only stare at his best friend in shock. (Y/n) simply tried to ignore the sudden outburst but still gave them his undivided attention.

Azazel: "Tell me you're joking. You did not just say what I think you just said."

Shemhazai: "..."

Azazel: "Are you insane?! Are you telling me that you fell from grace not because you witnessed the insane works of our old man but because you couldn't keep your perverted hands to yourself, you necrophiliac!"

Shemhazai's eyes widen and his cheeks redden even further.

Shemhazai: "Wait you got it all wrong! I was just curious and fascinated with them."

Azazel's face scrunched up in disgust. (Y/n)'s simply stayed the same.

Azazel: "That's exactly what a necrophiliac would say when looking at dismembered dead bodies!"

Shemhazai: "NO! You don't understand, their inner workings are so remarkable to the mind of a SCIENTIST, I'm not a NECROPHILIAC! I swear I'm am not!"

His attempts at defending himself did little to convince Azazel.

Azazel: "...no wonder you wouldn't talk about women."

*GAAUHG*

Shemhazai felt as if his soul was just uppercutted.

Azazel: "I mean even the serious Baraquiel showed some interest in them."

*GUAAAHG*. *GUAAAH*

Another 2 blows, but this time to his pride. The fact he was compared to a brute like Baraquiel and was seen as a lesser man than him hurt.

Shemhazai shifted his attention to the other person in the room, he would only hope that (Y/n) didn't believe Azazel's slander about his supposed "fetish".

The expression that (Y/n) gave him was the same as always, which helped him relax that he wouldn't have to clear up any misunderstandings. However it didn't help that Azazel followed his line of sight. Shemhazai's attempt to clear up a misunderstand just created one.

Azazel: "Oh no, no no no no no no. You ain't touching (Y/n)."

Azazel said this as he waved his right hand in front of his face while the other was held in a protective manner over (Y/n).

Shemhazai: "Wait no it's not like that!"

And so the misunderstandings continued for a certain while.

All that (Y/n) could think of during the whole time was "When will they finally release me?"

It had taken a while, but they finally calmed down and turned to the more serious matters.

Shemhazai: "We need to leave."

Azazel: "That's the plan."

Shemhazai: "By 'we' I mean you and me. You know we can't bring him with us without any serious repercussions."

Azazel: "Yeah I know that, but there is a slight problem."

He said that with a small chuckle at the end.

Shemhazai: "And what EXACTLY would that problem be?"

Now Azazel seemed nervous as he scratched the back of his head.

Azazel: "I may have promised him that I would take him with us in exchange for his help."

The blank look Shemhazai gave him was all he needed to know that he was only making things more stressful for the man.

*sighhhhhh*

Shemhazai simply closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Shemhazai: "You are just adding more and more to the already long list of reasons on why I should just beat the shit out of you."

Azazel winced a bit from the harsh tone his friend was giving him, although he should have expected it. Especially since he left the man alone and anxious for 2 hours when HE was the one who called for a meeting.

Azazel: "*cough cough*...moving on from that, what did you discover from your little 'examinations'?"

He put a little amount of sarcasm on the word examination. Shemhazai's eye twitched at what he was implying, but ignored it for now.

Shemhazai: "From my, 100% for science, examinations on the corpses, I can conclude that they are made from an entirely different composition than regular angels."

Azazel raised his eyebrow.

Azazel: "No shit, I could tell by looking at the wires sticking out of some of them."

Shemhazai: "No shit, I have eyes on my head too. ASIDE from that obvious observation, they aren't inorganic."

Azazel: "What?"

Shemhazai: "Oy I thought you were smarter than that, it means that they—"

Azazel: "I know what inorganic means, what I'm asking is are you sure that those corpses are made of living tissue?"

Shemhazai: "Precisely, though they may be different 'material' than us regular angels, they are still some similarities between us. Whatever Father used to make those copies of (Y/n), he sure didn't use it to make us."

Azazel: "Ah, I was wondering when you were gonna mention how every single one of them looks like him. Even the females look the same as him, and I'm not saying that to make fun of the guy's feminine looks."

Shemhazai: "Of course I would notice, how could I not when I'm so close to the damn corpses. But that is true, (Y/n) seems to have been made with the intention of being a neutral ground. Even with the exception of Michael and several others, us angels are able to be distinguished by gender relatively easily."

They both gained thoughtful looks. For a while neither said anything. Azazel looked at (Y/n) from the corner of his eye. While they discussed a small distance away from the man, (Y/n) seemed to have closed his eyes and fallen asleep. At least that's what it looked like.

With a sigh Azazel turned his attention back to Shemhazai with the intention of going to more important matters.

Azazel: "We can worry about that later, but in the meantime we need to figure out how to bust (Y/n) out of here. And I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. I'd rather fight my way out of here than face his wrath if he finds out we left without him."

Shemhazai shifted his eyes to look at (Y/n).

Shemhazai: "Then we better get ready to fight our way out anyways, as I'm certain that there would be something to alert the others about him escaping."

Azazel nodded, the only option that was available at the moment was just to brute force their way through. Their tools and gadgets were useless in this situation. Many of their creations and ideas were in their prototype stages. Some were already complete such as the anti-seal and re-sealing gadget that they had yet to name, but they were only useful in certain circumstances.

Azazel: "Can you alert the others that it's time to start?"

Shemhazai nodded his head and went to the farthest side of the room to send a message.

Azazel walked in front of (Y/n) and coughed once to get his attention. Slowly (Y/n) opened his eyes and tilted his head to meet Azazel's gaze.

Azazel: "Hey there buddy, almost ready to bust you out of here. Just wait a moment and we'll get you that home of yours in no time."

(Y/n): "...Hmm"

(Y/n) gave a small hum as confirmation.

Azazel smiled slightly before turning and walking back to Shemhazai. The neutral look that he held didn't give him any details on what the situation was.

Azazel: "What's the situation?"

Shemhazai: "...It seems that Michael is furthering strict policies and patrolling around the bottom levels of Heaven."

Azazel: "Shit, that's gonna complicate things."

Shemhazai shook his head a bit.

Shemhazai: "And that's not all, news has spread that Raziel has been killed during his expedition in Hell. His body was found near the territory between Lucifer's Hell and the Underworld of the Greeks. His battalion that he took with him has been confirmed to have defected. Most likely under the command of Azrael. Though I think she is to be considered a rouge, I doubt with her personality she would want to join the Grigori or Lucifer."

Azazel: "I wouldn't blame her, being created for the sole purpose of killing with a personality like hers. Yeeesh, I don't know what Big G was thinking when he made her."

High Cardinal Azrael, an angel who God had created for the sole purpose of fighting which led to killing. She was good at it too, earning herself the title of "Angel of Death" from other pantheons who watched her work from afar. One would be proud to have earned that title for their hard work, especially Kokabiel who relished battles.

Yes, anyone would be proud of themselves if they had achieved such a title, anyone that wasn't a kind and soft-hearted individual like Azrael. Just because she was good at killing didn't mean she enjoyed it. She wasn't as pure as Gabriel, she wasn't as blood thirsty as Kokabiel, she wasn't even power hungry or had a superiority complex like Lucifer. If put in human standards, she was a simple country girl who enjoyed farming in her family's farm as her siblings play in the forest.

She didn't refine her skills in killing to bring more death upon the battlefield, no she refined her abilities so she could give her opponents a painless death. It was the only thing she could give them. It was no surprise that a kind hearted lady as her would snap, especially when a war was continuously building up where she would certainly be forced to participate in.

Azazel: "Still, even with her skills, she wouldn't last if she were to be hunted down. Her group won't be able to defend themselves if Big G decided to do something about it."

Shemhazai: "I wouldn't worry about that, she most likely took refuge in Hades' domain. As weird as that sounds."

Azazel: "That may be it, with the betrayal taking place near his territory after all. Either way Michael is probably on high alert and paranoid."

He only received a "hmm" before Shemhazai turned his head as a magic circle appeared near his ear. His face turned grimmer as he listened more to whatever he was being told.

Shemhazai: "WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!"

The sudden outburst caused (Y/n) to turn his gaze towards them.

Azazel: "Why? What happened?"

Shemhazai: "We've been compromised! We need to leave before the situation gets worse!"

Azazel's face paled a bit as he turned to face (Y/n). His gaze met his, and the look he received further pressured him into making his decision.

Azazel: "(Y/n), we're getting you out of here. Shemhazai help me get those wires out of him."

Shemhazai: "On it."

Both moved quickly trying to remove (Y/n) from the machine. Shemhazai removing and cutting the wires, while Azazel pulled him little by little. (Y/n) budged for a moment before all of a sudden he walked on his own, pulling the wires out of their sockets.

Azazel: "If you could have gotten out, why didn't you just do it earlier?!"

(Y/n): "...I didn't know I could."

Both Shemhazai and Azazel sweat dropped a bit before both of them ran to the exit of the room.

Azazel: "Let's go then, we don't have enough time!"

Azazel busted through the door and dashed for the exit. Behind was Shemhazai running frantically, praying that nobody sees them, and (Y/n) who was nonchalantly jogging to keep pace with both of them.

Heaven was currently on lockdown, the teleports that could transfer them quickly between levels was surely guarded or cut off.

Coming to that conclusion, Azazel came to the realization that they would have to manually escape through the levels. Starting with the 6th.

?: "HEY HOLD IT!"

None of the 3 running did as they were asked, and maintained their speed.

?: "AFTER THEM!"

Azazel clicked his tongue. Since they had already been found, it was time to high-tail it out of there.

Unraveling his wings, Azazel used all of his wing muscle to make it to the end of the hall in a burst of speed.

He turned around to see if Shemhazai and (Y/n) would catch up, but was startled as he came face to face with (Y/n). Shemhazai just barely lagging behind as the guards closed in on them.

Azazel: "SHIT YOU ARE FAST!"

(Y/n) simply stared at him, not at all minding the compliment or yelling, all he could think about was the possibility of finally leaving.

Azazel: "(Y/n) you mind carrying Shemhazai, it'll be quic—"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as (Y/n) seemingly blurred out of existence and reappeared with Shemhazai on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

Azazel: "Once again, holy shit are you fast!"

Shemhazai: "I think my back just snapped..."

Ignoring Shemhazai's back pain, they dodged holy spears that were being thrown at them, and continued their escape.


Gabriel's POV

The sound of rumbling caused me to suddenly jolt from the bed. Opening my eyes and rubbing the sleep from them, the sound of numerous people walking and the flaps of wings told her that something was wrong. Nobody ran in Heaven. Although she certainly would want to but Michael said it was unbecoming of a Seraph to run among their fellow angels. They had a responsibility to set an example. But it was boring.

Truly the days have become more dull ever since Luci had betrayed us.

Lucifer, or as I called him, Luci... The name brought great pain to me. Our older brother, the one who was first created by their Father, decided to leave their happy family. What I would do to just see him one more time. To ask him for how his day was, to ask him to tell me stories of the world outside of Heaven, or to simply give a simple greeting of "Hello" or "Good evening".

Wiping away my tears that had started to build up, I got up and decided to check on what was occurring outside. The ruckus was the loudest that the 2nd level of Heaven has been in over centuries.

Just as I was about to open the door, it abruptly opened and a figure crashed into me causing us both to fall on the ground.

I looked up at them, ready to give a good scolding for rudely entering without notifying her beforehand. However, that was stopped once she looked at who was currently over her.

Looking up, their white and silver hair draped over the both of them working like a curtain that blocked everything else except his/her face. My eyes focused on the only thing that they could, their face. Masculine yet feminine, their face held a blank look.

So similar to a person I once used to play with that I ignored the things that didn't correlate. How their hair was whitish silver instead of pale blond. How their eyes were violet instead of the oceanic blue. How their face held a blank look instead of the charming smile that was always present. So different was the individual from Luci, but for some reason his name still came out of my mouth.

Gabriel: "Luci?"

Luci?: "..."

The individual who I somehow had mistaken for my dear brother Luci, simply stared down at me. All of a sudden another voice that I recognized entered the room.

Azzy: "YO (Y/N)! WHAT ARE YOU? DOING WE GOT TO GO!"

The individual moved and stood up from his position allowing me to look past him and at Azazel. The most noticeable thing was that his pale hair had turned raven black. Although his blond tips stayed the same, his presence overall had not. I could feel it from here, the warm light that always accompanied everyone in Heaven, had now been tainted the moment they met gazes.

Gabriel: "Azzy, what's going on?"

I could see his face scrunch up the same way it would when I asked him too many questions during his studies.

Azzy: "Uuhh, nothing Gabriel. Nothing at all, just showing the new guy around. Letting him get used to the place ya know?"

On any other day she would have been convinced, however, the constant shouting and trembles of the place served as a wake up call from her naivety that she usually had.

Gabriel: "That is not true. You know I don't like it when you play with your words Azzy. You will tell me right now what is happening and why Luci is back in Heaven."

I made sure to use my "lecture" tone and even shook a single finger at him to show that I was being serious. Luci taught me that so I could show that I was being serious. And it seemed to have worked as Azzy sighed and closed the door.

Azzy: "I reaaaally don't want to tell you, but I'll give you the short version."

Hearing that brought a smile to my face, although I am still wondering why Azzy became a fallen. Father would surely be mad if he found out. Knowing Azzy, he must have taken one of his jokes too far and said something mean.

Azzy: "This guy is actually lost, I'm helping him find his home. He has no memories of how he got here. Since Father is out and Michael is busy, I'm organizing a search team to search for his home."

Now normally I would accept it right away, but Luci always said to "Find what lies underneath the underneath" when talking with a smart person. Azzy is definitely smart.

Gabriel: "But what about the trembles and the constant yelling and running. Finding Luci#2's home is important but it doesn't require all this ruckus you know?"

Azazel: "Luci number 2?"

Azazel questionably mumbled under his breath. Of course since he was close and the shouting stopped for a brief moment, I heard him clearly.

Gabriel: "Why of course! Isn't that Luci right there?"

Azzy turned to face the man behind him.

Azazel: "Uuhhh, no this is (Y/n)."

Gabriel: "But he looks like Luci before he fell."

Azzy: "Just because they LOOK the same doesn't mean they ARE the same Gabby."

He finished with a sigh. Making me turn away in embarrassment.

Gabriel: "Well how would I know, Luci could have snuck back in here with a different look."

Azzy: "Father would know immediately if he even stepped near the Gates of Heaven Gabby."

He gave me a deadpan look.

Pouting my cheeks and turning away once again, my gaze fell upon (Y/n) or Luci#2 as I have now decided to call him. He simply stared directly at me, causing me to shift uncomfortably.

Gabriel: 'I guess Azzy was right, they look closely the same but for sure my Luci doesn't act that.'

(Y/n): "Do we not have to go Azzy?"

Azzy turned around and his eyes widen with realization.

Azzy: "SHIT—"

Gabriel: "Language Azzy!"

Azzy: "—I completely forgot, Gabby's presence really makes me forget about the important things. LET'S GO (Y/N)!"

Azzy bolted out of the room with his wings out, while Luci#2 simply disappeared from my sights. The door slowly closed, the sounds of yelling and running seemed to have resumed once they left.

I puffed my cheeks in annoyance.

Gabriel: 'Surely a simple goodbye was not that hard to give.'

With that I turned back to the bed before a thought came to me.

Gabriel: 'Ah! Azzy didn't finish explaining everything to me!'

With a "HMMPH" I turned back towards the door with the intention of following after them. I don't know when they'll be back, so might as well say my goodbyes now.


3rd POV

Both (Y/n) and Azazel had arrived at 1st Heaven. Before their encounter with Gabriel, Shemhazai had separated with them stating that he needed to find Penemue and free the fallen angels from 4th Heaven. Leaving (Y/n) and Azazel to meet up with Baraquiel and his personal battalion at the Gates of Heaven.

Penemue was tasked with helping the fallen prisoners escape, while Baraquiel was to hold a secure position at the Gates of Heaven to allow them to escape. Of the 4 Seraphs, Raphael was with God, Michael had yet to be seen, Gabriel, while powerful as the other Seraphs, was too pure and innocent to kill her fellow siblings, and Raziel had already perished due to Azrael's defection. As long as none of the High Cardinal Angels, such as Kokabiel, block them before meeting Baraquiel, they would be fine.

Continuing their flight towards the barely visible gates, they saw the carnage that surrounded them.

Long gone was the bright cloud floored "Paradise" that was the 1st Heaven. In its place was a destroyed and grey colored void. All around them, broke down training temples, housings burning, bodies of their brethren laid on the ground below, and the floor having holes that led straight down to the human world. Chaos was what one would describe their environment.

In the distance, all around them, the sound of battles could be heard. Every now and then a spear of light would fly by them, not directed at them but still enough to get them to dodge out of the way. Several Fallen had already left through the gates, the rest were holding their positions and giving their lives to Grigori.

Azazel grit his teeth, he expected deaths like anyone else that was in the plan, but it still hurt to see that the plan didn't go as planned.

(Y/n) paid no mind to the bodies or battles happening, only the sight of freedom was in his mind.

Just as they were about to reach the gates and greet Baraquiel, Azazel was suddenly shoved to the side and crashed to the ground.

Baraquiel: "Azazel!"

Baraquiel turned his attention to the perpetrator, who only looked past them with a blank look.

Baraquiel: "Dammit Azazel, I told you you should've stopped snooping around!"

Azazel climbed out of the crater that formed in the cloud floor, and looked up at (Y/n). Expecting to see him ready to fight, Azazel was perplexed when he saw (Y/n) simply staring in the distance.

Suddenly a bright figure moved at fast speeds through the gate and towards where Azazel would have been a few seconds before.

*CLANNNK*

(Y/n) dashed towards the figure and both came at a impact. The sound of clashes soon came.

Everyone turned their heads towards the figure and (Y/n). It wasn't supposed to be a surprise, and yet everyone still hitched their breath upon noticing who it was.

God.

It was God who was currently in a battle of strength against (Y/n). Neither of the 2 moved as they both had spears of light against one another. The sparks of light breaking off their weapons as their strength increased.

God: "Well well well, it seems you all have been causing trouble while I was away."

Although his attention was on (Y/n), Azazel knew he was the one that he was talking about.

Azazel: "Baraquiel, let's move! Get the rest out of here!"

With a nod, Baraquiel quickly instructed his battalion, who were still frozen in fear, to snap out of it and get to the Grigori's headquarters.

A shockwave washed over them as (Y/n) and God clashed once more.

Deciding to interfere, even if it was insignificant, Azazel prepared some light magic.

God sensing this, backed away a good distance, but (Y/n) was already on his tail as he appeared above him. God quickly brought his hands above him to caught the attack, but (Y/n) was already bringing his attack on him.

With a loud thundering impact, God was sent through the cloud floor and his presence disappeared.

Azazel stood with his mouth hung open.

Azazel: 'What the fuck did I just witness.'

He wasn't the only one who thought that as the others who remained and were about to escape stood still and watched on.

(Y/n) had yet to move from his position, simply looking through the God-made hole.

Moments went by as everyone stood still, until the silence was interrupted when the familiar bright figure of God came flying back in through the same hole. He flew directly into (Y/n) sending him into the ceiling and beyond.

God: "Impressive, truly impressive I do say so myself. As his creator I am beyond proud that he has passed my expectations."

God simply said to himself, completely ignoring the fallen angels behind him.

Azazel: 'SHIT WE NEED TO LEAVE! BUT I CANT LEAVE (Y/N) BEHIND!"

Azazel was torn, the most logical option was to run and live another day, the illogical option and the one he was leaning to was to stay behind and somehow get (Y/n) out of there.

(Y/n) came back faster than before, no one expected it except God who blocked the fist coming at him with the palm of his hand.

The entirety of Heaven shook from the force. Yet God remained unmoved.

God: "Is that the extent of your potential? If it is, then it is to be expected. Failure leads to success as they say."

God then grabbed (Y/n) by the collar of his coat and shirt and in a circular motion, tossed him into the ground.

Whirlwinds blew past the audience as the dust clouds blocked their sight.

*CRACK*

Clashes and sparks of lights could be seen within the barely visible dust. The two figures moved at fast speeds, and their impacts made them feel smaller in comparison.

*BOOM*

At the loudest and most vicious blow of all, the dust quickly was blown away to reveal (Y/n) and God arm length apart. Their fists collided and in between them, the very ground cracked and in its place was a canyon of emptiness.

(Y/n) pulled his arm back and quickly dashed at him. God simply stood still and only turned his head. Holy energy gathered around him to form holy spheres.

(Y/n) ducked low and fluently dodged shot after shot before getting close and sending an uppercut. God moved his arm and redirected (Y/n)'s arm to the side, (Y/n) using the motion turned and brought his leg up for a kick. The kick connected with God's head yet he the only movement was his head moving to the side.

Not minding that his attacks were doing anything, (Y/n) wrapped his legs around God's neck and pulled with all his force. God, pulled by the force, ended up getting flipped and slammed onto the ground with (Y/n) on top of him throwing out non-stop punches.

God had both of his arms covering and blocking the punches, and yet they only seemed to get harder and faster as the seconds passed.

Having enough, God slid his legs up to his chest, and sprung them out against (Y/n)'s chest, sending him soaring into the air before landing majestically several yards away.

God: "Enough of this, I'm tired of playing with a child."

God snapped his fingers, and soon ripples in reality formed around (Y/n). The sound of rattling chains was heard before multiple spearheaded chains launched from these portals.

(Y/n) ducked and leaped to the side as he dodged the first barrage, the second, however, came faster than the first.

Azazel could only watch at a distance as the golden chains chased after (Y/n) as if they could sense him. He watched as (Y/n) effortlessly dodged the blurs of gold, seemingly dancing through the attacks. Four chains, eight chains, ten chains, the numbers kept increasing as did their speed.

With the number of projectiles coming at him, it was only natural that (Y/n) didn't expect for a single one of them to head in a different direction. However, because it was the only one that did, it made it obvious. He turned his eyes to look at the direction of which the rogue projectile was going.

For the first time, (Y/n) unraveled his wings and rushed to the location of where the chain was heading. Once he reached the location, he quickly opened his wings to the fullest to block the mighty blow. When the singular chain that was rushing towards him suddenly bursted into tens of chains, it was too late.

*BOOM*

Azazel could only stare blankly as his vision was suddenly replaced by that of wings and dust from the shockwave. He blinked and backed away a bit. The sight that greeted him surely made him regret not leaving when he could.

(Y/n) floated in front of him, chains from all directions restricting his movement. The rattling being the only movement and sound that showed that (Y/n) was fighting to break free but failing.

*Clap Clap Clap*

The slow clapping brought both of their attention to God. Although (Y/n) couldn't turn to see him, he could sense him a few feet away.

God: "Truly magnificent what these chains can do. Fitting for the name 'Chains of Heaven', don't you think?"

Azazel paled, of course everyone of the supernatural knew of Gilgamesh and Enkidu. A mortal Demi-god who befriended a weapon of the Mesopotamian Gods. Just because the supernatural factions kept to themselves didn't mean that information and gossip wasn't spread around.

Gilgamesh being a hot-topic as of late due to his ever growing pride and arrogance as King. But also because as a mortal seeking immortality and succeeding was unheard of besides Utnapishtim who the Biblical God granted divinity to for his loyalty and surviving the Great Flood which was done by Poseidon during his conflict with Zeus.

But even he didn't actively seek it out.

To think that the Biblical God would not only break the Solitary Treaties, but also resort to thievery was only furthering Azazel's disgust with his Father.

God: "Ah, their beauty was too much for you that it left you speechless? It matters not, it is finally time to put the crow down isn't it Azazel? To think that you thought I would be fooled with how you and Shemhazai snoop around everyday for the past centuries."

Azazel: "And why didn't you do anything about it?!"

God simply scoffed at the harsh tone he got.

God: "And why should I care about what you do with my leftovers?"

At first, he didn't understand what he meant, but then he remembered what he found underneath that lab.

Azazel: "You have got to be shitting me."

God: "Oh? I'm guessing you found the scraps didn't you? Tell me Azazel, how does it feel to have all your efforts squashed before you even began? All that effort to try and understand my project, put to waste when all you have been studying were puppets with their life long gone before you arrived each day?"

Each word made Azazel's stomach turn and convulse. To find out that everything he had done, all the studying and trying to figure out how the system worked, the hours spent detailing (Y/n), only to find out that it was just a corpse of a version of (Y/n) long dead.

God: "Count yourself lucky to have witnessed what my project would be like. He's lucky I left before I had the chance to dispose of him."

God said as he pointed a single finger at the chained up (Y/n).

God: "It was an experience and great variable to test him on, but I haven't finished my testing, so I won't dispose of you yet."

The "yet" was what got Azazel to suddenly move and aim a light spear at the back of God. On both of his hands were light spears, one aimed at God's back, the other at the chains constraining (Y/n).

Azazel wasn't expecting much to happen, and of course his prediction was correct. Both spears shattered upon impact.

Just as God turned around with a spear of his own, (Y/n)'s wings broke free from the chains and flapped with all their might.

The gust of wind sent Azazel just outside the gates, almost as if it was on purpose.

After floating himself to the correct posture, Azazel brought his head up and was greeted by a sight that would haunt him for his entire life.

Those silver wings that protected and saved his life twice were now all on the ground. The man they once connected to was held up making him form a human cross. Next to him was God with a blade of holy light aimed high above, ready to decapitate (Y/n).

God: "It seems I'm restarting from scratch once again."

His voice had somehow carried all the way over to Azazel. And with that, the blade of light descended in a arc, forming a golden after-image of a crescent moon.

Slowly, as the crescent disappeared, (Y/n)'s head slowly began to tilt forward and soon...fall.

He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt a strange connection with (Y/n). It wasn't the type of connection he had with Gabriel or Shemhazai.

No, this felt different. For some reason, it felt more familial. Maybe it was due to the fact that he spent centuries looking at the same face of a corpse. Maybe it was because he didn't actively try to bond with his fellow brothers and sisters like a normal human family would. Maybe it was because in those 4 hours he spent teaching and explaining to (Y/n) he felt what it felt like to be a father to a child. Even if it was weird and annoying at first.

Azazel wasn't the type to fool around and leave kids with his one-night-stands like many other gods. And he certainly wasn't one to force himself on others like Zeus, but he wonders, had any of them spent time with their children like he had with (Y/n)? Surely the answer was no. Because what he felt with (Y/n)... was one of a kind. Special only to him, and he had just lost it.

Was the pain in his chest the feeling that all mothers have when their children leave for a life of their own? Was this pain his soul the feeling a father would get when finding out his son died in a war? Was this sorrow and tears he is spilling the pain that all parents feel when their only child dies before they do?

He didn't know. And he wished he never had to know.

With uncontrollable rage and sorrow, Azazel charged towards God, planning on giving him an ounce of what he felt. But the golden Gates of Heaven shut before he could enter, blocking him out and taking God out of his sight.

Azazel stood frozen. The tears continuing to spill from his soulless eyes. And the sound of the gates locking finished, all was silent.

Until he screamed.

"GOD!"

"DAMN!"

"YOU!"