Let Justice Be Done Chapter 4: Helping Lilith and Its Consequences, a high school dxd/ハイスクールd×d fanfic

"Michael~ Come out, come out, where ever you are?" A malicious voice rang out in the forest near the Montone river.

Archangel Michael was hiding in one of the caves in the area, trying to catch his breath, hide his presence, while keeping the Holy Light circling through his body.

In a normal confrontation with the devils, Michael's victory would be unquestionable. When Lucifer enters the field, seemingly out of nowhere-as he is never consistent on where his location when he appears in the many battles between Heaven and Hell, around the "known world"-Michael would be able to match him blow for blow. Their strengths and abilities were complete opposites to one another, making nearly all their matches end in stalemate.

This time however, the mission his Father had sent him on, was taxing his ability to focus His Light, as at any moment, he has to choose whether to fight Lucifer, or keep his mind from falling to the object he was told to retrieve.

"Come on, Michael. Just give me the box. It's only been a few days, and I can already see you're barely holding on." Lucifer's voice rang out, not giving his location away.

As if you would do any better. Even with your evil, you would succumb all the same. Michael made sure to keep the thought in this time, rather than voice it out loud.

The box pulse with a colorless energy, calling out to the Archangel, promising victory and relief if he would just open it. If he would release Hope. Michael could feel the Goodness emanating from the Greek Pantheon Item. Calling out to give Hope to the work, and return the Light-

Michael shut down that thought, sweat falling down his brow. His Father warned him. He knew the truth of what lied in the bottom of Pandora's Box. He didn't need Light to return to the world, for it was already here, by His Grace.

The rumbling and a loud flash of heat and sound went overhead. When Michael looked up, the whole cave was burned out, and Lucifer was visible flying in the sky.

"Found you~." He said with a smirk. "It really is the tough to fight, isn't it?" Lucifer said rhetorically, as he began to slowly descend. "Quite fascinating that it is potent, don't you think?" With a flash of Light, Lucifer held a sword that at first look, appeared real and metallic, but in truth was made wholly of Light.

"You will not have it, Lucifer." Michael glowed with Holy Light, engulfing his being, as he made a blade of Light to match his Fallen elder sibling. While Lucifer's blade gave off no light beyond a shine from it's metallic surface, Michael's was a dense concentration of Light that would burn any demonic being that looked at it.

"Brother, I really don't want to kill you." Lucifer sighed with sympathy. "Can't you see? Father gave you an unreasonably heavy task. One that even you would fail. Another bit of this, and you could even Fall. While I would rejoice your freedom, I know it would kill your heart if that were to happen." The Satan said his sweet words. "Let me take the burden."

"Ah yes, because it wasn't you and your Legion of the Damned that was chasing me for the past weeks." Michael didn't roll his eyes, as he doesn't underestimate the Adversary enough to take them off him, but the sentiment was there. "Clearly I need to check my eyesight, if the numerous devils I'm been slaying over the centuries are starting to overlay everyday objects in my vision. It must have been trees I was cutting the past weeks then."

"Huh, sarcasm." Lucifer noted. "It must be affecting you more than I thought, for you to lose your ever present politeness."

A small Archangel facing Fallen and Devils with sharp words came to Michael's mind. He chuckled. I wonder if Raguel is being a bad influence on me. Michael thought with amusement.

Lucifer tilted his head at the Archangel's reaction.

"...Michael, you do realize this whole thing wouldn't have happened, if you could just return to Heaven, right?"

The Leader of the Archangels stilled, he already knew in his gut, but thought there might have been another reason.

"If you just opened a portal, teleported, or found a gate in one of the many consecrated ground you could have returned by now." Lucifer said with a smirk. "But you can't can you. You can't open a portal, it just feels difficult. Teleporting is out of the question, your power just doesn't seem to work right, sending you to places with demonic presences, and you almost can't seem to find a holy ground no matter how far you look. ...Surely you noticed by now?"

Michael felt the box pulse in his arm, as he glared at his sibling. His gut feeling confirmed. His control seemed to fracture just enough for a portal not to work correctly. Teleport would send him to places were devils or demons-beings filled with unholy energy or powers, such as vampires-and they would all instinctively chase after him. Instinctively want Pandora's Box.

And I can't find a sacred ground because it's obscuring my sense of direction. Michael finished the thought.

Far in the distance, Michael noted thousands of black spots heading toward him. Devils, demons of all kinds, all manner of dark beings that were chasing him for the past few days were circling toward his and Lucifer's location.

"So come on, Michael." Lucifer floated lower, extending his hand. "Please don't make me a kin-slayer today." He said kindly.

Michael huffed for a moment and closed his eyes.

Damn you, Lucifer.

And send a blazing wave of Holy Light from his whole body as he glared hatefully at the Satan. All 12 of his wings unfurled, shining with divine Light.

Lucifer had already flown back, a grin on his face and a laugh at his belly.

"Aaaah, there is that look. Honestly, will you ever not react like that?" Lucifer let the laugh flow out of him.

Michael knew Lucifer. He knew what his brother was really like. Lucifer understood how important and precious family bonds were to his angelic siblings, and had no qualms of using them in which ever way to his advantage. Always appearing kind, sweet and sympathetic. Saying the right words, and drawing on the familial bonds and emotions the angels had toward him.

And that's how he makes them Fall before killing them.

"Yeah, we all do." Michael sighed, his power rising with furious pace, as the Light shined out from him. Far away, the first wave of demonic beings fell, by the Archangel's initial release of his power. "Because the difference between us is we're not failure as loyal sons or siblings."

"And that is what makes this so much fun for me." Said Lucifer smirking in return, releasing his 12 black wings. "All of you have that small useless bit that wants to redeem me. And it's so easy to use it against you, to rile you up even when you know better. It never stops being so fucking hilarious." He laughed out loud. "And now were here, right where it all ends. Because even if Father," he said the words in a mocking disgust-filled tone. "Were to send you help, you'll still all die, because of that box fucking with you, if nothing else. It would take a miracle to-"

Lucifer noticed a soft gently falling feather between him and Michael. He looked around and there were hundreds of them.

"REMIEL!" Lucifer bellowed, slashing with his sword as tiny hyper focused and dense needles of Light flew in a wave, each aimed at a single feather.

Some hit, destroying them. Others failed, and the feathers shot electricity that connected each feather, growing in strength and forming a cage around the Satan, before showering him with Holy Lightning.

Lucifer made an armor of Light to absorb the blast, before flying straight at Michael.

The feather in front of Michael glowed, and a blue great sword appeared in it's place.

Michael flew, grabbing the blade as it shined with an aura of divine Light that could cut through anything.

"WHAT!?" Lucifer shouted, as the blades clashed, and his sword broke. He had already dashed back with supernatural boosted speed, as he knew this would be a result of a clash with Durandal.

A blade whose aura could even push back Pandora's Box seductive whispers.

"So brother, shall we try this again?" Michael glared.

"Why the hell is that sword here?" Lucifer ignored the threatening tone and complained. "I knew it wasn't taken to support you or be brought here," he looked up at the arriving female Archangels with a sneer. "So why is it here!? Don't expect me to believe it's the Almighty's 'omniscience' again." He said in a mocking tone.

"You are correct that the blade wasn't taken to reinforce any battlefield." Gabriel spoke with focus and harshness. "It was to be given to Raguel for his mission."

"But he decided we should have it instead, since Father called on all of us to come join Michael." Remiel said with a wide grin.

"I see," Michael smiled as he was side by side with his sisters. Even with an army of the damned and wicked soon to surround them, now he was sure of victory. "I'll have to thank him when we all return to Heaven."

"I'm sorry, did you say 'Raguel'?" The Satan asked with incredulity. "Okay, seriously, who the fuck is he? This is the second time this shit happens!"

"So, are you ready?" Viviane asked, feeling tense at what she was about to do.

"Y-Yeah...do it." Raguel said after steeling his nerves.

"Okay, I'm going to pull-" Viviane pulled back her hand with sudden haste.

"Ouchie!"

"Now." She said smiling, while holding one of Raguel's feathers. Then her eyes widened in panic. "I'm sorry, did it hurt really bad? Are you okay? Did I pull too hard? I wanted this to be over quick so you wouldn't be in pain." She said, as she hovered over the young Archangel checking him over, and running her hand on his wing with a healing spell.

"It's fine. Really, I'm fine." Raguel said with a sheepish smile. "It's more like, the anticipation made me imagine the pain being worse than it actually was. It...turned out to have been about the same as a needle prick. Actually more like a needle poke." He looked aside blushing.

"..." Viviane was silent for a moment, before covering her mouth and giggling.

Raguel pouted. "It's not that funny."

"It really is." Viviane said back, still smiling, to which Raguel pouted like a petulant child. "But since you've been so brave, I'll make some of that 'pizza' you like."

"Yay~ Thank you!" Raguel smiled back brightly.

Over the past two years-at least the time that passed in the Fae Realm-Raguel and Viviane had spent a lot of time working, and interacting with each other. They had gotten close enough that saying 'sorry' or 'thank you' was no longer a factor when talking to each other. Viviane's Fae Magic no longer responded to it, as within both their hearts, there was no desire for a debt to be incurred. Thus a fae contract would never formed.

Only their vow of betrothal and eventual marriage stayed present.

"Yes, first we forge the blade, and then food!" Viviane held up the angelic glowing feather. "All the studying and research will pay off. HehehehehahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

"Vivi, maniacal laughter." Raguel deadpanned with a know-it-all smug smile on his face.

The Lady of the Lake coughed elegantly.

"Whatever could you be referring to?"

"Yes...Yes... Yes, yes, yes...YYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!" A panting sweaty Viviane stood up, aroused excitement shining in her eyes.

"Finally..." An equally sweaty and shirtless Raguel panted, his unexpectantly muscle defined torso glistening from the effort he exerted, stood up, arching his back, causing it crack. "It's over."

"I have done it!" She shouted, holding up the the naked metal blade by the tang using a magical tong. "I. Have. Made...The Prototype of the Perfect Holy Sword!"

"...Seriously?" Raguel who had been working the forge flames-or rather made the forge flames, as he aided Viviane by heating the metal with Holy Fire-said with incredulity. "You made it sound like finally today would be the day."

"You can't rush perfection, dear." Viviane said with a smirk, before she stilled having realized what she just said.

While the past two years have helped Viviane let down her hair around the Archangel, she still tends to be reserved in her open displays of affection. She would rather act like she just happened to be considerate, rather than because she intended to do so.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Raguel chuckled, and Viviane relaxed, as it seems the Archangel didn't notice her slip up. Then Raguel walked behind the fairy who was too distracted, looking at her finished blade. "Darling~"

"Eeep!" Vivane shook, yet thankfully, her discipline met that she didn't drop the tong holding the blade, with Raguel being ready to intervene with telekinesis had she actually dropped anything. "You, you..." Viviane looked back with a blushing glare.

"While I know you're enthusiastic, I think we need to take a break, before continuing with the rest of the blade making." The-near pouty-glare continued. "Also you said it needs to be cooled slowly, between Holy Water and the Avalon's Water, so we do have time for lunch. Something we agree not to skip, since you do remember the near week starvation, right?"

"You said you wouldn't mention that again." Viviane hissed as her blush intensified.

"Yes, but you looked way too zealous about continuing, when you know better. So come on, put down the blade, Viviane." Raguel said with a patient smile.

"...I'm putting it down, because it does need to cool." Viviane did not sound childish.

The blade was place in a large cylinder, where Holy Water and Avalon's Water, where magically placed side by side. Viviane mentally debate on which type of water she should place the sword in, before settling on the Avalon's Water. The moment the blade touched the water, the cylinder's magical effect began, making the blade float, as it slowly went into the center of the Avalon's Water, then the cylinder, slowly, ever so gently and slowly began to turn, causing the water to move, cooling and tempering the hot blade, before it was submerged in the Holy Water, and as the water moved with the blade floating in place, it would engulfed with the fae water again.

"I suppose we should take a bath first, then have lunch." Viviane said, subtly taking glances at Raguel, that sweat running down his body.

"Yeah, a shower would be nice, it especially feels great after working hard on something." Raguel said with a satisfied sigh.

"Ah, right, I still need to design and install that." Viviane noted as Raguel had mention the concept of a 'shower' before, but she had yet to try it.

"By the way, are you going to name the sword? I know it's a prototype, but I still feel it deserves a name." Raguel said as he was heading out the door of the smithy.

"Of course, it is Caledfwlch!" Viviane said with her head held high with pride.

"Huh," Raguel smiled at the name, having an actual confirmation that yes, it really was Viviane in this world, really was the one to make that sword. Then a thought came to his mind. "Cool, say how about we skip on making lunch, and go on a lunch date in the Human World instead?"

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Viviane accidently tripped over some bits of armor, metal parts, and other projects laying around.

"Humm, humm, hummm~."

In an isolated and most guarded place in the Underworld, there was a gothic castle shaped like a box. The castle was kilometers wide, and was fortified by hundreds of thousands of devils, with millions more coming out of it each day.

In the center of the iron cube castle was a mile wide magic circle. In the middle of the mile wide magic circle there was a lake. At the edge of that lake was a beautiful woman lying on the ground, with one arm lazily dipped in the water, as she hummed a song to herself.

The woman embodied the beauty of simple elegance, her modest body looked average compared to a supernatural being, but attractive none the less. Her face held a small smile, and her eyes held nothing but melancholy.

The water was glowing with shiny bright purple color, that gave off a nauseating and dreadful aura.

Only a single spot in the lake was not clear, and it was the one the woman's arm was in, due to the gallons of blood that flows in the lake from her open wrist.

"Great Mother."

One of the Lucifuge Devils assigned to this important vessel, announce herself promptly.

"Oh, hello my child, why would you talk to me?" The woman could be no one else, but the Mother of Devils, Lilith.

The Lucifuge devil tried to appear stoic, but couldn't help the contempt that appeared on her face. This woman, Lilith, was the reason the Devil Race exists, yet as always she appeared so weak, so submissive, so...pathetic.

For a race that was bred for war, and had the belief that weakness was a sin for their kind carved into their soul, the existence of Lilith was a paradoxal one. Gratitude and awe when afar, contempt and disgust when near her.

They wondered how could she be happy to do nothing, but bleed to birth them for years on end, with nothing but a smile on her face. This human who was of so importance to them, was nothing but a pet for their Lord. Someone so pitiful was so important.

"Lord Lucifer, has called for you." Lucifuge devil informed her. "He says he needs your help."

"Beloved is calling for me!" She immediately stood up, her previously melancholic eyes coming to life, her wrist healed as if it's never been cut, and her smile was one of obsession.

And above all, she so disturbingly would jump to answer at the mere mention of Lucifer's name.

"Yes, he said that the container to the Last Pure Shard of 666 was found, and that you are-"

"Ooooh, my beloved Helel, and of course he knew he could depend on me. That's right, only I could hold it." Lilith spoke in rapid cheerfulness, startling the Lucifuge devil.

"Yes, we were told to escort-"

"Yes, yes, I know! I'll go right away. I won't let Helel's masterpiece be left incomplete. And then he'll praise me, and love, and love me, and love me, and love me..." Lilith began to speak faster and faster and her magical energy spiked.

"Yes!" The Lucifuge devil shouted in frustration at not being given the chance to get a word in. "So we need to stop wasting time, you useless breeding whore, and get to Lord Lucifer's-"

"YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, MY CHILD!" Lilith shouted with a devilish grin, as a portal of dark shadows appeared in front of her, and she stepped through it.

The Castle of Lilith was empty of it's most important resident. For a long while, months even, it would continue to produce devils from the blood left behind.

If the progenitor were to return alive.

Which the guards assigned to her were suppose to make sure of, even at the cost of their souls.

And none of the devil guards got the chance to leave with her, as none expected her to teleport, or had ever seen her so much as cast a spell in the millenniums they have observed her.

The Lucifuge devil's face was bereft of all blood.

I lost the Mother of Devils.

"Oooooh fuck."

"So what do you think?"

"Beautiful, just as the first time I saw one." Raguel said, viewing a newly existent soul.

Right after Raguel and Viviane had cleaned up and got ready to head to the Human World, a fairy messenger arrived, saying Lady Viviane is to give another presentation to the Winter Court. Meaning, the Winter Queen wants to show her off to brag about something again.

Grumbling under her glamour, Viviane told Raguel that they would have their date right after she got back, then took Arondight and left.

Right afterward, God called Raguel to Heaven so he would meet up with his siblings, before taking him to the Sea of Souls for another lesson. It was to Raguel's shock that four years had passed in the Human World, and thus his absence was far longer for his siblings, than their absence was for him.

When Raguel asked his Father why He allow time to pass in such manner this time, he was met with only a mysterious smile and a reply that left him annoyed.

"I'm just moving the plot along a bit."

Because that reply told him nothing.

Then Raguel was distracted by the shiny that was the Aqua Doctrinae.

"Can you see what that soul is made up of?"

Raguel focused on the soul in front of him, trying to look underneath it's surface layer, except there wasn't exactly an "underneath" it was just there. That was all there is.

"I dunno." He looked back to this Father, to see him waiting with smile of knowing patience. Raguel thought about it some more. "What type of soul is this?"

"Human."

Raguel looked to the other souls around them. He couldn't tell the difference.

"Father, how can you tell?" He asked.

"When you spend enough time here, you get a hunch for these things." Father said with a small chuckle. Raguel tilted his head in confusion. "Look toward it again, what is that soul trying to do?"

Raguel looked and focused, feeling his Father's presences guide him.

"It's...trying to go somewhere. The Human World so it can be born?" Raguel looked to this Father in excitement.

His Father nodded. "Let's follow it."

The soul started to move, or rather Raguel began to notice that time seemed to be moving again, never realizing it had stopped in the first place.

Rather than the Almighty and his Archangel move, it seemed as if the scenery was moving for them. God and Raguel followed the soul as it travelled from the Astral Sphere, going through several spiritual worlds, before finally reaching the material one.

The moment God and Raguel appeared following the soul in the Human World, everything froze. Or rather Time stopped again.

"Did you notice anything in that trip?"

"It seemed to move at random. Also did we just past by the Norse spirit world?" Raguel asked as he looked back, but he already couldn't see the path they took. "Something odd I saw was that, when it pasted those spirit worlds, some it...vibrated with, while others it wasn't reactive to." He tried to explain. "Why?"

"A mix of fate and instinct." Explained God. "Souls tend to pass through multiple spirit worlds, and then in a sense, resonate with the ones that feel correct to them. Whether this happens because they will be born to parents that follow the Norse pantheon like this one, or they will then find parents of the Norse following to be born to, is a chicken or the egg question."

"Right." Raguel nodded, accepting the answer, not bothering to find out which was the reason for the soul's preference to avoid the headache. "'Fate and instinct', got it."

"Now, watch what happens when it's now in the material world."

Time move less than a micro-second. Or rather less than any amount of perceivable time.

Ragual watched as the soul transformed from one whole object, to developing multiple inner components. Then Time stopped again.

The soul now had multiple inner components. Sometimes one, or two, or four. It didn't seem consistent.

"Umm..." Raguel looked around to confirm that time had stopped. Seeing people and animals frozen in place showed that it was. "Okay, how is it doing that?"

"What's the problem?" God asked with an amused smile.

Raguel pouted with a huff. "How many parts does it have? Is it three, five, or nine?"

"Yes." The Creator smirked.

"I really need to stop asking questions with multiple answers." Raguel sighed, and chuckled before smiling.

God laughed as well before continuing. "The number isn't important, so much as the fact that even with multiple parts, the soul is still one and whole."

"So...even with multiple parts, it's still one soul. Like..." Raguel tried to think of an example. "One part of a car, a tire, isn't the car, but all the parts together is."

"Correct." God smiled, and Raguel smile back in pride at figuring out the correct answer. "Now, let's look at what each part is, and it's function." God began pointing out the components of the soul, and Raguel listened intently. "See that, that's the will, the spark of being and life. The force the pushes life to grow and flourish."

"Wait, isn't that Ki, or Touki in this universe?" Raguel asked in excitement.

"Correct." God replied. "See how it pulses inward, as if waiting for something."

"Yeah, it's...actual kinda small, but really, really, really dense. And the vibrations, why is it doing that? Also it kinda feels incomplete." Raguel asked.

"Let's put a pin in that, and return to it at the end." Raguel huffed as now he's being left in suspense. "Next we have this energy here. Notice how it's the other side of Touki."

Raguel observed how that energy acted. "It's constantly reaching outward. Trying to interact with nature and the world...that's magical energy, isn't it?" He looked back to his Father expectantly.

"Yes it is." God said and waited.

"But," Raguel blinked as a thought came to him. "If it's the other side of Touki, of Lifeforce, then why do people think the two are different thinks?"

"Are you right hand and left hand separate?"

"...Yeah?"

"Would you normally confuse the two?"

"Of course not."

"Are they however, not both hands and also belong to you?"

"Of course they are!" Raguel put his hands up gesturing with incredulity that such a concept was in question. "How can anyone mistake that!?"

"That...is one of the many illusions of life. Separations."

The scenery around them changed, and Raguel now saw the continent of Europe from above. In the next moment, he could see two cities side by the side, the he saw humans fight each other. It looked like between different people. Then the scenery changed again. It was one city this time, and the two sides fighting were the same people.

"I see." Raguel sighed. They were all humans, but saw each other as different. Saw even difference if there were none, or made difference to have something to fight about. Of course the illusions people tell themselves would extend to how they view their own souls. "Separations, huh."

"Well, it's important to know that the separation is an illusion, but when looking at the small picture the boundaries do have a function." He explained.

"Which is?"

"Having a reason. Without that, the Will can not catalyze and move forward."

Raguel nodded. He remained silent for a while, just taking in that information.

"'The line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being', right." Raguel quoted.

"Oh, that's what we're gonna talk about next." The Creator said.

"Wait, that's an actual thing!" Raguel exclaimed.

"Not exactly 'evil', but something necessary all the same. You'll see, look here." God said, almost in anticipation of His son's reaction.

"That's the mind." Raguel said, at the part his Father was pointing to.

"The 'psyche' actually. The 'mind' would be more like the spiritual hardware containing everything that make the person a person. While the 'psyche' is the software that is what makes a person a person."

"...Okay first why does it look like a 4D chessboard?" The Almight remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow in amusement, and waiting for His son to continue. "Or rather it's like...Why does it have two sides? Or like a...line that shows it has two sides, while it's actually one whole thing?" Raguel pointed out, becoming more animated and confused. "Also why does it seem like a part of it, isn't...inside the soul. Like an external psyche is outside of it, but also connected to it. And why does it have a shadow?" Raguel then stopped and stilled for a second, just blinking at the soul. "How the heck can a soul have a shadow?" Raguel bend down to look under the soul, and wave a hand above it. "There's no...light to cast a shadow? Actual, how can a non-material thing...have a shadow!?"

He looked back toward God separating his hands in confusion, his jaw open in an expression of complete disbelief.

God laughed.

"I'm serious!"

"Yes, yes, I heard you, son." God looked back to Raguel and began explaining. "You are familiar with the concept of Yin and Yang, correct?" Raguel nodded rapidly. "That's how the mind is divided. Positive and Negative. Submissiveness and Aggression. Masculine and Feminine, and do note I said 'Masculine and Feminine' not 'male and female'."

"Traits doesn't equal sex. Got it." Raguel nodded, focused on his Father's lecture.

"Simply put, all people have a mix of traits, sometimes, opposite traits. Why they develop and manifest depends on factors such as the parents, the environment one grows up in, the method that mind developed to react to external stimuli to ensure survival. Instinctive preference. Genetics. All of the things that make you who you are, from your soul, fate, where you were born, to who you were born to, to the lessons you learn growing up, the habits you took up, all of it builds up your psyche and develops who you are. At the moment the psyche there is empty, but ready to be filled up by information from everything it will experience, than then develop an Ego based off of that."

"Wait, 'genetics' are a factor?" Raguel was taken aback, remember that that was a factor in the make up of a person.

"I'll get to that in a bit. The Ego is important and needed in that it helps you focus on the tasks at hand, the thing you are doing and plan to do. The problem is that, well, it talks too much. You know people that live in their own head? They focus too much on their own experiences, get tunnel-visioned, and to miss out on the world around them. That's why, as you grow older, it's important to learn to disconnect from the Ego, treating it as a tool, that you know when to turn on and off, rather than let it rule you."

"Alright." Raguel said patiently.

"As you saw the psyche seems to connect to a field outside of it. That field isn't real in a physical or spiritual sense. It might be better to think of it as a metaphor made manifest. Have you ever seen someone overcome with rage say 'they weren't themselves'."

"Isn't that just poor anger management?"

"Correct, however emotions are complex. Not everything we feel is always our own, but rather an idea that possesses us."

"'Possess'?" Raguel asked bug-eyed.

"Yes, I know what the word tends to refer to, but in this case it is strictly non-demonic." The Creator explained. "Simply put the collective psychic field is made up of the imprints of human memory on the world, and it's what influences the behavioral patterns of people. It's where things like character Archetypes emerge. They come from the memories of the actions humanity took to survive to the current day and into the future."

"If...someone affects that field, would they be able to control all of humanity!?" Raguel asked in alarm.

"No, they can't."

"How come? Why?"

"Because it's not real."

"Huh?"

"As I said, it's a metaphor. It's not real. You can't interact with it."

"But, but...we're literally seeing it being part of the soul!" Raguel pointed with both hands at the soul.

"Just because something is not real, doesn't meant it can't affect you."

"I, uh, what?" Raguel raised and lowered his arms, like he wanted to pull at his hair, but thought better of it.

"Illusions aren't real, but can affect you. Same thing in this case."

"...My head is starting to hurt."

"Welcome to Souls 101. Same as Time Travel 101, if you don't get a headache, you're not doing it right."

Raguel looked with bafflement at his grinning Father.

"...Okay." Raguel said holding his head. "And the shadow?"

"Oh, that. It's anything that you repress that's a part of you, that you don't acknowledge as a part of you, but need to do so, in order to spiritually grow as a person." God said nonchalantly. "As a child you don't have it, but it fills up and grows as you grow."

"Oh, just that. So easy. How simple." Raguel just looked at his Father in crazed disbelief.

He held up that expression for a while before he and his Father broke their staring contest and laughed it off.

After a while the two calmed down, and a serious mood was in the air.

"Now, about genetics." God paused, placed a hand on Raguel's shoulder and looked looked him in the eyes. "It's important for you to remember this. Regardless of the conditions, your life is your life, and no matter how bad the choices you have to make are, the choice you make is yours and yours alone, even if you think you are forced into it. Even if you choose to do nothing, that is still a choice."

"O...kay?" Raguel tilted his head.

"Genetics are nothing more and nothing less than your starting conditions. For clarification, your family status at birth is also part of your starting conditions."

"Okay, so like video game starting stats, with plus or minus modifiers." Raguel said.

"Yes."

"But then, what about...people born with genetic diseases, or...deformed." Raguel looked away. He would never imply that God's creations were a mistake, but...

"Ah, now we get to the crux of free will." God spread His arms dramatically.

"What?" Raguel tilted his head at the non-sequitur.

"As I said, your life is your life. The choices you make are yours...but they also aren't yours alone." Raguel listened with focused intent. "When you make a choice, it doesn't just affect you, and you alone. It ripples out into the world and impact those around you, and from them those around them, and further away from you. That's why, when you are born, you don't inherit just your parent's wealth, but also their choices. Which also includes...their blood, and all it contains."

"But...what about...cell mutations?" Raguel struggled with that reasoning. It didn't sound right. It didn't sound fair.

"Outside of curses, supernatural meddling, or one or both parents accidently interacting with some energy field without knowing, or them damaging their own lifeforce and that being passed down to their children..."

"Lifeforce is made in part from the soul's own, and the living parents'." Raguel's eyes widened as he muttered to himself.

God sighed, and looked at Raguel with an unkind look. A firm look that made the Archangel look away. "Look at me, Raguel." He said softly and Raguel complied. "Outside of those circumstances, sometime by random happenstance, nature, Life shows an ugly side of itself, and a human would be born with a defect outside of anyone's control."

"Not yours." Raguel argued.

"No," God agreed. "And yet I would still let it happen, because I would not take away their choice in how a person or others around them will face that life."

"Some people are born in bodies that, that..." Raguel wanted to hold back his words, but his nature to tell the truth didn't give him a filter with his emotions heightened. "They can't live in. No one has a choice in that. It's not right."

"It can either be a life they learn to be content and satisfied with despite their birth. Or they can challenge that they can rise to face, not allowing them to hold them back." God replied. "They can even go a step further and find a way to fix that problem, and by doing so becoming a hero that rises up all of humanity higher."

"Not everyone has a strong will like that." Raguel cried out, almost feeling the betrayed that God wasn't always forever kind. "Not everyone can, can, can...can just overcome pain like that!"

"Yeah, that is a norm." God agreed. "However norms can change. So do standard. When people learn that something once thought impossible can be done, they all rise up knowing the impossible is no longer so, and can be done. If it becomes the norm to face suffering and overcome it, using it as a stepping stone to better one's self, then disadvantages like genetic diseases wouldn't matter anymore. They will be merely another challenge for someone to beat."

"But until that happen, people will continue to suffer. It's not fair!" The Archangel shouted.

"When were you under the impression that life was meant to be fair." God rebuked Raguel's statement.

"That's bullshit! You're here! You're real! People pray to you, and, and..." Raguel never noticed that his wings flickered black.

"And if they pray to me, I will provide them the answer. Either by pointing them in the direction of healing or a cure, or by inspiring them to create a solution for themselves. Even those who do not pray to me, but mere have a hope and a will to face the challenges of life, will have aid from me, even if they never know it."

"But, but..." Raguel looked down, tears falling down his face. "What about when you die?" His voice was a whisper, and his wings were shining white again.

Unlike what he expected God laughed, making the Archangel snap up to look toward his Father.

"'Die' he says. My son," God patted Raugel's shoulder, the action this time a comforting one. "When you get to where I am, you'll realize that Life and Death are...such elementary concepts."

"Huh?" Raguel blinked back in confusion.

"As you noticed the soul is now made of internal components, but it's also not complete as it once was." God said, bringing them back the subject they were original here for.

"Um, yeah." Raguel said slowly, unsure of this sudden change in their conversation.

"Currently, it's missing two thing. Let's go see it acquire them." God placed an arm around Raguel's shoulder, to which the little Archangel leaned into the embrace, holding onto their Father.

The scenery changed again, a hut in a Saxon village. A woman working on leather making. The soul entered where her womb was placed. The woman didn't notice a thing.

God waved His hand, and the scenery shifted, it was still the same place, but now only in the spiritual view of things.

Raguel saw the soul's Touki gain its second half and shined even brighter, before quieting down and becoming dormant.

He saw a missing gap in the soul be filled. It was the link between soul and body, even if the body was just a zygote at the moment.

However, there was still one missing piece in the soul left.

"Let's speed up things a bit."

Time shifted, and Raguel and his Father were nine month in the future. The woman had given birth, the man, her husband held the boy proudly.

"Like we agreed?" The man asked his wife, and mother of his child, with a happy wide grin.

"Yes," she smiled back through her exhaustion. "His name will be Modig. Our little brave warrior."

The man laughed and held his child up high in pride.

Raguel saw the final empty place in the soul be filled up with the name. He recalled what Viviane had said about name and their importance.

That they were labels to definite a person. It wasn't the person themselves, but like how a voodoo doll wasn't the person it curses, the sympathetic link between the doll and the person lets it affect the person. That's why if someone holds a person's name, through a sympathetic link, they control that person through that label.

"So," Raguel started talking, having regained his calm and will. "Regardless of your conditions, you still have to make a choice, and it is wholly yours." He said with resignation. "I feel like that lesson is something I already know." He gave a tired chuckle.

"And yet it did hit as profoundly as this time. Or rather you forgot the importance of the lesson and needed to be reminded." His Father said, for the first time mentioning a lesson Raguel knew from his past life.

"..." Raguel sighed and looked away.

"Raguel," the Creator let go of His son to place His hands on his shoulder. This time, the gesture felt like one of safety. "I know you like to think this life is a fresh start, but you remember the past one. You wouldn't be who you are without it. It's not a new beginning, but a continuation. A new chapter."

"It doesn't have to be. It doesn't need to be. My old life never has to be mentioned ever in this one. I...I'm a new person. There's..." Raguel tried to say 'there was nothing of importance or of value in that old life', only to find he couldn't. It would have been a lie. "I was just an average person who passively existed. Here, I'm actually living. This life is important."

"There is no such thing as an unimportant life. That includes your past one." God said, and Raguel looked away. The Father stood back up, and looked down on His son kindly, yet the Archangel couldn't meet His gaze out of shame. "Come on, time to go home. And to the correct point on the timeline too." God extended His hand, and Raguel took it. "Oh and here." He gave Raguel a pouch.

Raguel looked inside to see some coins.

"An allowance?"

"You do have a date."

The moment Raguel returned to the cottage at the bottom of the lake, Viviane stormed into the house, huffing in annoyance.

She threw Arondight aside, which made a beautiful spinning through the air and embedding itself into the wall, perfectly perpendicular.

"Welcome hom-"

Raguel was cut off by Viviane hugging him, and snuggling him tightly.

"Yep, you're here. You're okay, I'm okay." He lightly patted her back.

After few moments of Viviane taking in Raguel's presence, his scent, his warmth, she let go and looked at the Archangel intently.

"We're going on that date. Now."

"L-Lord Lucifer."

"Ah, yes, you Lucifuge. Where's the doll?"

"I, um, i-in her excitement to meet you, the Great Mother left immediately all on her own."

"..."

"She used magic! We didn't know she could do that! She had never done that before!"

"..." Lucifer sighed, and the female Lucifuge thought her life was about to end. "This is my fault."

"E-Eh?"

"Honestly, so rarely do I call on the doll, that I forget how erratic she can be. It's fine, she's tough enough that we don't have to worry about her destruction. You, Lucifuge."

"Yes, my Lord!" The female Lucifuge shouted in hope, relief and awe at her Satan's mercy. She was ready to act out anything he wished right now.

"Gather up all the members of your clan. I'll tell you the plan to find and get back that doll."

"YES, LORD LUCIFER! RIGHT AWAY!" She shouted and flew with all her might to complete her task.

"Shame," Lucifer said to himself.

"W-Why is that, Satan Lucifer?" Asked one of the braver generals nearby. Lucifer recalled he was Bael, one of his favorites.

"I'll have to genocide the Lucifuge Clan and restart it all over again." Lucifer said casually, as if a favorited collection became boring to him. "And this was such a good batch too. I need to make the next one a bit smarter, or maybe more tactful."

None of the generals spoke. They said nothing, and could say nothing. Fear was their being, yet they showed none of it. This was to be expected.

This was the Father of Devils, and they were his creations to shape as he willed.

And they can never afford to disappoint or bore him, or the dice will roll their number.

"...And that's why Caledfwlch isn't the Perfect Holy Sword just yet. It needs someone who has the Holy Attribute to wield it, and a great amount too. No, the Perfect Holy Sword need to be something that can be wielded by anyone, and it's strength would only shine in the hands of the worthy, who are hardworking and skilled."

Viviane excitedly rambled while she and Raguel walked in town, where a festival was taking place. The fairy was pointedly not talking about her attendance in the Winter Court, and Raguel let her de-stress by talking about her favorite hobby.

The town they were in was a lively one. The people looked happy and not in fearful living conditions.

"Of course, Caledfwlch abilities should be-Raguel are you listening to me?" Viviane asked in annoyance. The Archangel was usually an avid listener and was even fun to talk on this topic with, as he showed as much interest in sword making as her.

"Uuuumm..." He pointed to a forest leading out of town, and right at it's edges was a woman...arguing with a snake. A normal garden snake.

"Oh," Viviane focused on the woman, before her expression fell to one of sympathy. "The poor dear, it's seems she's touched in the head."

"'Touched'?" Raugel asked.

"You know, those whose mind simply doesn't function right. Madness, you know. Illness of the mind. It's not easy to fix as unless it's a magical ailment, each case require a specific solution." Viviane said, hoping that Raguel would let the topic go, but knowing he would want to help anyone in his sight. It was in his nature, and one that endeared him to her, but in this case, nothing can be done. Or rather something can, but it would take far too much time and effort than is reasonable.

"I think I might be able to do something." Raguel began walking toward the woman.

Viviane blinked in surprise, but followed along.

Once they were in range of the black haired elegant beauty, she took notice of them.

"Halt! Who may you be?" She said, pointing at them with the hand holding the snake.

For some reason, Raguel could almost imagine the distress on the poor creature's face, as if it didn't know what's happening or why.

"Hello, I am-" Raguel began, only to be cut off.

"Ah! I see you're one of His Champions of Light, come here to slay me. But regardless of who you are, you are no match for my Beloved." She said pushing the helpless snake forward. "Yes, he was cheating on me with another snake, which I quickly killed and destroyed her soul, but I forgive him. For Beloved is Beloved, it's not his fault he's so beautiful." She gushed.

Raguel and Viviane looked at each other, then back at the woman.

"Excuse me. Sorry about this." Raguel said as he closed in on the woman.

"For you see, Beloved is my Champion, the Sat-"

Raguel cupped the woman's head with one hand, and began the healing magic Raphael showed him.

Normally this would be outside his abilities, but being able to now see the soul in more detail now, meant he could see the woman's psyche and how messed up it is.

This fracture...someone did this to her. Now that he could see her mind up close, Raguel could see and feel the finely tune threads of magic that caused this damage.

With his mind working at superhuman speed, and the references he had to healthy minds, along with his control, and the natural healing affinity Holy Power has, Raguel began to reform her mind at great haste and precision.

While doing so, Raguel noticed the woman's soul was much darker than the average person. He speculated that it might have been caused her actions while being insane, and hoped with this she can start healing her soul and karma.

It's not fair her soul is darker because of her actions while insane. ...But life isn't meant to be fair, right? He thought with bitterness.

After a few moment, the final piece was in place, and the woman's mind was whole again.

Raguel stepped back, the woman fell to her knee, almost asleep. The snake quickly escaped and got away.

The woman blinked a few times, before looking at her hands in recognition. She looked around her, before looking up at the Archangel and Fairy.

"You...did you...save me?" She asked with hesitant confusion.

"I did nothing. You owe your gratitude to him." Viviane politely said.

"You..." The woman focused on Viviane before her eyes widened. "You're one of the Fair Folk."

"Hmm?" Viviane raised an eyebrow in interest. "You have dealt enough with us to recognize us on sight."

"I...yes." She looked down, before looking back up with determination in her eyes. "You who saved me, what manner of divine being are you?"

Raguel and Viviane looked at each other in suspicion.

"Please, I mean you no harm. I am a witch of some measure of power. You can call me Lili. I simply wish to know my savior, for I hope you might accept my being a burden a bit, and aid me further." She pleaded.

Viviane wanted to stop Raguel and pull him away. She felt unease for no reason she can see, yet still wanted to get away from this so-called witch.

"My name is Raguel, I'm a messenger of the Lord." Raguel introduced himself with a soft gentle tone.

Lili's eyes lit up. "Oh thank god!" She cried as she stood up. "While I know that I'm damned, I hoped that at least I can repent by telling one of his Angels this."

"What?" Raguel was startled and confused by her response.

"For many years I had been under the control of devils. I had no choice in the matter, yet thankfully they messed up in ordering me and I escape. Please, quickly, you have to go stop them." Lili moved to Raguel and held his hands in hers, and she begged him.

"H-Hey!" Viviane called out under her glamour, while her glamour self, regally said. "Calm yourself. Speak with clarity."

"The devils' ploy must be stopped." Lili said in near hysteria. "They wish to bring out Armageddon itself!"

Raguel and Viviane stilled at her exclamation.

"They want to unleash the Beast of the End, please stop them, Lord Raguel!"

"How much further?" Viviane asked curtly.

"Thanks to Lord Raguel's flight, and Lady Llyn's magic, it should be no more than three days till we reach Orkney, and fine the container!" Lili said cheerfully.

"Hmm," Viviane grumbles as Lili had been carried in Raguel's arms while he flew, while she had to content with holding onto him from his back.

The Archangel was apparently tired of the long flights carrying them, thus the trio would take rests walking periodically. Raguel however didn't want to say, he was tired mentally, not physically, as Viviane's pointed stares, and Lili's inquiring questions were taking a toll on him.

"How about we rest here for the night?" Raguel suggested.

Seeing that the sun was setting, the fairy and the witch agreed, and the trio began setting up camp.

After finishing their meal, the group sat around the fire, with Viviane sitting next to Raguel. At first, Lili sat facing the duo, before moving till she sat on the other side of Raguel.

"Eeeh! The two of you are engaged!" Lili squealed in happiness, as she looked from fairy to the angel in excitement.

"Yes. Yes we are." Viviane said with a prideful smile, trying not to seem like she's looking down on the witch, and telling her to mind her place.

"Y-Yes, sorry again that we had to cut our date short, Llyn." Raguel said, hoping to lean away from the two women and failing.

"...Have no worries." Viviane said neutrally. It bothered her that through out the trip Raguel would find reasons apologize, and forced a fae contract between them, to his massive disadvantage thus far.

She wasn't sure why, he didn't say anything to indicate any reason for doing so. He just gave her a massive power over him for...some reason. Although with the river water he gave her, in a weakly structured flask, only holding on due to magic, she had an idea.

The river water is to be used as a medium for her escape, and then the debt bond to be used to pull him to her side. An escape method in case the Apocalypse Beast was released, and they needed to run away safely from it.

But then why not share this method with Lili?

Viviane does realize that she was acting too jealous, to a girl that was just grateful for what her betrothed had done to her. And while she did have her odd doubts about the girl, she never lied.

So what suspicions do you have of her, Raguel? And why do you continue on this so called journey to assist her if you doubt her words?

She new the reason, Lili had not lied, so Raguel would help her. Yet that didn't help the uneasiness in her...or her annoyance at how clingy the woman was being with her Archangel.

"Oh! You fought a dragon just to meet Lady Llyn! To think your love could blossom to such extent." Lili sighed with a wistful tone.

"That's...not what I said happened." Raguel said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Ahem!" Viviane announced herself, as she had stood up, and moved till she was between the witch and the angel, then forced her way to sit between them. "So, Miss Lili, why don't you tell us about yourself?"

"Ah, well, I am a..." Lili looked aside with a sorrowful smile. "Just a stupid girl who fell in love. I left my first husband for him, but then I made a mistake out of jealousy, and a devil took me to hell." She chuckled pitifully. "Everyday was nothing but torture, yet in my mind it was bliss. I suppose the devils that torturing me didn't realize that. So that was at least a solace I had."

"Um..." Viviane did not expect this, and looked at Raguel in quiet panic. "It's okay now. You're no longer there." Slowly Viviane place an arm around the witch. "You're safe here. With us, and your bravery in facing and wanting to foil the plot of the devils is worth songs over.

Lili cried and hugged Viviane, to which the fairy's internally panicked more, while trying to comfort the girl going through a hard time.

For a long while Lili cried, her tears fall and fall till she had none left. It was as if all her internalized pain was let out, and she was left with exhaustion that put her to sleep.

Viviane carried the witch, placing her opposite to Raguel, so she would be in their sight, and covered her with a blanket, before returning back to her Archangel's side.

"Poor dear." Viviane said in sympathy.

"...Yeah," Raguel said with a tired expression of his own, as he stared into the fire.

"What is it, Raguel?" Viviane said slowly holding his hand into her own. "Is something ailing you? Is there a reason you..." are fearful enough to make a fae debt with me? The words were left unsaid, but the feeling remained.

"I'm...anxious about the timing of all this." He said.

"'Anxious'?"

"Yeah, while you were called to the Court, I was summoned and talked with Father about a few topics, that...left me thinking a lot things." He tried to explain without telling her the thought that wormed it's way into his mind.

"'Things'? You are usually far more descriptive than that." Viviane said in a lighthearted tone.

"Yeah," Raguel chuckled. "I guess I'm...not at my best at the moment. Sorry." The debt increase. Viviane frowned. "I'm not sure if it's just my emotions running wild, letting me see things that aren't there, or if it's actually my correct intuition, but..." he smiled gently at the lake fairy and rubbed her hand with his thumb. "Think of it as insurance if things don't turn out well in Orkney. As I said before, if it's you, I don't mind being in your debt."

"...Very well," Viviane looked away, not wanting him to see how red her face had gotten.

"Also..." Raguel said, narrowing his eyes at the fire.

"Yes?" Viviane looked back, curious at the serious tone her Archangel used.

"Can you go back and finish your project? I have a feeling it might be needed."

Lili woke up screaming in a panic, but Raguel was immediately at her side, helping her calm down.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're safe, I'm here." Raguel said, as Lili held onto to him, crying in his shoulder.

Raguel calmly rubbed her back, and patted her head. Trying to focus on comforting her and not his own uneasiness.

He was alone with Lili, whom for some reason, a small minor part of him felt wary of her, while the rest of him felt sympathy. Viviane was back at her home putting the pieces of the sword together to complete it.

Mostly though, it's that God had been silent when Raguel prayed to him this morning. He had a feeling it was his Father giving him some space, which he was grateful for, yet disliked all the same.

Was Father ashamed to not solving every tragedy, or did He just not want to use his Great Task with the Beast as an excuse for not saving every human from pain and suffering?

Raguel prayed and thought on this topic all sunrise.

Maybe the truly random misfortunes outside of any supernatural influence are statistically so minor that it's not a big de-Nope. Can't even believe that if I tried. Besides, if humanity became a spacefaring civilization, that statistic would be a colossal number. So what's the solution? Raguel thought about it, before mentally throwing up his hands, and deciding to go with the simply answer. Fuck it. Help humanity develop gene editing by the 20th century to fix all genetic problems. Let them all unlock Touki so they don't die from accidents, and something something for other problems I can't think about now. I'll figure the rest as I go along. There! Solution done. Suck it, Life!

He knew it was a petulant unrefined thought, but he held onto it, and forced himself to feel optimistic through it.

After waking up, and tending to the recently cured witch, Raguel and her began their flight toward the Kingdom of Orkney.

"Eh? Is Lady Llyn not joining us?" Lili asked as she held onto his neck.

"It's fine," Raguel reassured her. "She'll met us along the way. It's just in the face of the devils we are likely to face, we might need some protection."

"Like a fae magic armor!" Lili asked in excitement.

"Yes." Raguel smiled, not elaborating further.

"...You...the two of you are really close, aren't you, Lord Raguel?" Lili commented.

"It's just..." Lili seemed to struggled for a moment, before looking at her savor with resolve. "Fae tend to be tricky. They can't lie, but it doesn't mean they tell the truth. Lady Llyn seems kind, yet, yet...she doesn't use her real name with Lord Raguel, and she keeps letting you place yourself further and further into her debt."

"Hmm?" Raguel raised an eyebrow.

"Apologizing to a fae places you in her debt. I'm sorry if you didn't know that." Lili said with sorrowful eyes, at giving the bad news.

"It's fine." Raguel smiled back nonchalantly.

"Eh?"

"We tend to settle our debt right away. Once we're done here and back home, she'll extract the debt from me thoroughly." Raguel looked as innocent as possible while saying that.

"T-T-Thoroughly! Y-You and her, you..." Lili started to blush.

"Yeah, it's really hard have to work and sweat everyday. It's just back killing." Raguel sighed and shook his head.

"Awa wa wa wa wa!" Lili was completely lost for words and started babbling incoherently.

"I mean the forge is just exhausting work, you know."

"..." Lili grew quiet.

"Hmm? Something wrong, Lili-"

SLAP!

"LORD RAGUEL IS A FALLEN IN DISGUISE!"

"I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry! Please punish me and cut my arm for daring to harm an Angel of the Lord!" Lili shouted.

"It's fine, it's fine." Raguel, cheek still imprinted with Lili's hand, laughed off her reaction. "It seemed like a fun joke to play. Really, I'm the one at fault here.

The two had landed after their argument, when the sun started to set, all while Lili was apologizing.

"Absolutely not! Lord Raguel, Lord Raguel was so kind to me, I'm the one who jumped to conclusions. I..." Lili look away in shame, as she tried to come up with something make it up to the Archangel.

"Look, we both made a mistake. How about we acknowledge our fault, forgive each other, and move on?" Raguel extended his hand to Lili who was next to him.

"I..." Lili smiled and shook Raguel's hand. "Thank you, Lord Raguel."

The two sat quietly next to each other. Just talking about innate topics, to pass the time, eating dinner, and staring at the fire or forest in the quiet moments.

"Lord Raguel, there's...something I want to tell you." Lili said, while nervousness radiated from her.

"Yeah?" Raguel looked toward her.

"...My name isn't actually Lili." She said with a determined look, meeting Raguel's gaze.

"Yeah, I know." Lili blinked and tilted her head. "I'm familiar with how people that don't want to give their name to a fae introduce themselves."

"Yes, but my real name, it's..." She met the Archangel's eyes and smiled. The shadows from the fire obscuring her expression. "I am Lilith, the First Woman."

Raguel's eyes widened, and her story had a new meaning in his mind now.

"You..." Raguel stood up. "You're Lilith."

"Yes," her voice sounded resigned and had something else. Fear? Wanting to move and run?

Raguel moved toward the First Human Woman, who faced him bravely expecting him to lash out at her, only to be shocked when he hugged her.

"I'm so...so very sorry that we couldn't rescue you." He pulled back only to see complete disbelief on Lilith's face. "You must have been in the Underworld for so long. I'm sorry we couldn't bring you back, but I am so glad to have met you. To have helped you save yourself."

"..." Lilith jaw was left open, as she blinked at the Archangel's reaction. "You...you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"I..." Lilith blinked, and Raguel moved back to sit next to her. "I don't deserve to be saved." She finally said.

"There's no such thing." He tried to tell her only for her to shake her head.

"No, I really don't deserve to be saved. I defied God, I left Adam, I..." She looked down in shame. "I followed the Devil into Hell." She whispered.

The feeling in Raguel's chest returned, yet he pushed it aside to focus on helping the person right in front of him.

"Hey, that..." He place a hand on her shoulder, and she looked at him pleading. He couldn't justify her past, but he could speak to her of her future. "We can't change the things we've done. But you are here, right now in this present, that's the only time redemption can start. It's why it's a gift."

"..." Lilith stared at Raguel with incredulity for a long while. Enough to Raguel to take his hand off her shoulder from how awkward the gesture became. Then Lilith laughed.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

"What?" Raguel said in mock indignity.

"That word play..." She took a moment to breath. "I've never, haahahahahaha."

"Well, I'm not cheering you up anymore." Raguel pouted with a huff and looked away.

"I'm so~rry, I'm so~rry." Lilith said, laughing through her tears.

"For a long time, after I left the Garden I was rejected by the other Angels. They never could harm me, but they never wanted to be around me either." After the moment of levity passed, the two sat around the fire, with Lilith speaking in a solemn mood. "At that time, only Lucifer was there for me, giving me a place to belong."

Raguel silently listened to her.

"Do you know why I was kicked out?" She asked, curiosity clear in her tone.

"I know the story, but not the details."

"Adam and I were meant to be equal but he never saw it that way." Lilith said dejected.

"Be...cause you wouldn't have sex missionary?" Asked Raguel.

"..." Lilith's jaw dropped as she went bug-eyed. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Is, is, is that what the Church says? Hahahahahahaha!"

Raguel smiled as she kept laughing for a while, before composing herself once more.

"No, no." She said smiling, her shoulder shaking a bit, before she calmed down again to continue. "To be equal to someone, especially someone with whom you are meant to be husband and wife, means they should love you as you love them, right?"

Raguel stayed quiet, then nodded when she didn't continue.

"But Adam...he didn't love me. He didn't because I never submitted." She looked aside, and her tone felt heavy, like she was telling this story for the thousandth time, still trying to make herself believe it. "I didn't submit, so he didn't love me, chase after me to bring me back. ...Fight for me." She said under her breath.

Raguel could see the hurt she was under, remembering her past.

"I mean," Lilith continued, now in an animated tone. "Adam was pretty boring, you know."

Oh God, please no. There was no answer. Please don't let me sit here while a woman shit talks her first boyfriend. Heaven remained silent.

"He always looked bored with everything. Literally, we were in the Garden of Eden, the first paradise and utopia, and he never looked interested. It was like he was just going along with the flow not caring about anything. He never acted excited, curious, sad, anger. He...never even smiled at me. He only did for her." Lilith spat out. "Because she was more subservient. And then they say she was the one whom he tried as an equal. The one he loved."

It didn't need to be said who was the one the First Woman was talking about.

Lilith had a bitter smile on her face. "You know!" She said in a loud voice. "I heard when the Church and others like them say about what Adam said to God after I left: ''Sovereign of the universe! The woman you gave me has run away'." She spread her arms and deepened her voice in a grandiose fashion, which inadvertently made Raguel chuckle. "I may not have been there, but I bet you anything his reaction was: 'God... She left'." Lilith acted out with a dull vacant look and voice.

The two laughed and sat in a quiet comfortable silence.

"Raguel?"

"Yeah?"

"If you don't mind me asking...why do you follow God?" She asked innocently.

"What do you mean?" Raguel said, his relaxed posture subtly tense.

"I mean... Never mind." She looked away.

"Lilith, it's fine. You can talk to me. I won't be offended by what you say." He said, and for some reason this situation felt familiar.

"It's just...you are...really kind." She said, as if struggling to express what she wanted to say. "God...is suppose to be kind and loving, yet his punishment can be too cruel." Lilith looked at Raguel to see his reaction, she seemed to look deep into him, and saw he was calmly listening before continuing. "Allows cruel things to happen. Why do you follow Him?"

Rageul leaned back, took a deep breath, and looked to the sky. For a long while, he stayed quiet thinking deeply on her question.

"Do you know what the children of lesser gods are called?" Lilith suddenly asked, cutting of Raguel's thoughts.

"Yeah, Demigods."

"'Demigods'," Lilith said with a huff. "Partial gods. Half gods. All of us are the children of God. Yet Humans are just...human." She looked at Raguel with a deep look. "Do you know why that is?"

Raguel shook his head. Lilith tilted her head at his reaction.

"You're an odd angel, Raguel." She said with a chuckle, to which the Archangel raised an eyebrow. "Because after Adam and I, He made them lesser." Lilith raised her hand, called up her magic, and made a fireball. Then it turned to wind, then earth, then ice. Then the magic itself changed to that of Fae Magic, Angel Magic and even Devil Magic, before settling on a sphere made of shadow. "He feared making something like me or Adam again. So he made them all weak, and slow to grow." She stared intently at the Archangel. "How is that fair, Raguel?" The question hung in the air, like a blade.

Raguel looked to the sky again, and thought for a moment. "Huh. Makes sense."

"Eh?" The answer was so surprising Lilith's magic dispersed. "Wha...huh?"

"Those who are born with strength, tend to not realize it's value. Those who are born weak, but grow strong understand it's importance, and the weight of responsibility to having power."

"...You are seriously weird!" She cried out.

"I'm not that weird." Raguel said back, offended.

"No, you really, really are." Lilith spoke with wide-eyes in astonishment. "Angels don't just...think about God's actions and form an opinion. They just accept it as it is. Unless you're Raziel, and well Angels can't lie, you're a boy, so obviously you're not. Seriously, what kind of Angel are you?!"

"An Archangel."

"Wait, what?"

Raguel laughed, and Lilith kept demanding he explains himself, yet he didn't.

Eventually the two went to sleep, with Lilith annoyed at Raguel pulling the 'mysterious act' card, and slept facing away from him.

After a while, due to the chilly air, she scooted close, till she slept next to the Archangel.

Before she fell asleep, she felt his wing cover her.

The next day, Viviane had returned to rejoin the First Woman and Archangel on the trip.

They had finally reach one of the many towns in Hoy, a South Isle of Orkney.

"We should be able to fine it here soon." Lilith said.

The trio started looking around for the container of the Beast, wondering how it could be in such a small town as this.

While looking around, Raguel found his eyes browsing one of the many shops he saw around.

"Raguel?" Viviane look back to the Archangel confusion.

"Raguel?" Lilith asked as well, to which the fairy turned to her with a frown on her face, before facing her fiance again.

"Here, I got you two something." Raguel handed Viviane a sword, and Lilith a storybook.

"This blade is...completely ordinary." Viviane commented neutrally.

"Yeah, but it has a beautiful design, I figured you might like it." Raguel said.

"Hmph...very well. I like it." She said the last part under a glamour.

"And my book?" Asked Lilith, holding it up, like a cat demanding attention.

"Well, since you were Hell for too long, I thought you would like to read about the world and what humans have been doing, in an entertaining form." Raguel explained.

"That's..." Lilith said, her smile noticeably more genuine than what Viviane or Raguel had seen before. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Okay, how about we get back to the search-" Raguel snapped his head looking away, having noticed a presence heading in their direction. An angelic presence.

Raguel ran. Viviane and Lilith followed.

The went through the forest near town for a bit, before stumbling into a clearing to find Michael resting there.

"R-Raguel, what are you doing here?" Michael look on in disbelief.

"Michael, What are you doing here?" Raguel asked with the same look.

"I'm, I'm trying to find a place to hide, and meet up with Raziel later on. What about you?" Asked Michael.

"I'm...in kind of a scavenger hunt." Raguel tried to explain.

"Huh?"

Raguel's companions entered the clearing.

"Well you know Viviane, and the other is the reason why we're here. We're looking for a container the Devils want to unleash Hell on Earth with. You wouldn't believe who it is." Raguel said, and Michaels eyes widened as he saw the person. "Guess whose no longer in Hell and free from Lucifer's-"

"RAGUEL! RUN AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW!" Michael shouted in terror and panic.

"Huh?" Raguel blinked in confusion.

In an instant a Light Spear as tall as a house was thrown at the First Woman.

"Tsk, such a shame."

A spear made by the power of the Leader of Archangels was stopped by a single hand.

"I was having so much fun playing the rescued damsel." Lilith said with a smile, one that Raguel's mind connect to her expression hidden by the campfire's shadows the day before.

Lilith closed her hand and crushed the Light spear into pieces.

"You-!" Viviane summoned her magic, only for magic chains to sudden appear wrapping her in seals shining black that seemed so familiar to Raguel.

Before he noticed Lilith had dashed to Michael and buried her fist in his stomach.

"Too...LATE!" Michael had thrown something in Raguel's direction. His other hand firing a Holy Spell into the sky.

The darkening evening sky light up with sphere of Light vibrating wave after wave across the land.

It was a message that all Angels understood. A emergency beacon calling for all Archangels to arrive.

It was without words, yet the meaning was transmitted all the same.

"Lilith is on Earth!"

"What? Why?" Raguel looked up to see the object Michael threw at him. He caught it. It was a box. A box with a very familiar presence inside it.

"Raguel." He looked up to see Lilith staring at him with a calm smile, her tone sinister. Behind her The Archangel Michael was chained up in the same black seals as Viviane. "Please hand over the box. I don't wish to fight you."

"R-Raguel!" Michael struggled to shout.

Lilith sighed in annoyance. "It's useless telling him to run. I'm not gonna let him, you know."

"Reverse Salvation!" Michael shouted.

"What?" Lilith turned her head to look at Michael in confusion.

Raguel understood. In that moment Lilith was distracted, Raguel called on his Holy Power, mentally made the formula to the Salvation spell then reversed it and connected to Michael's spell in the sky, that he could now see could act as a beacon, and a summoning point.

"Wait!" Lilith turned back, eyes widen in surprise.

The Light sphere burst, it's brightness overtaking everything.

Raguel ran toward where Viviane was.

When the Light dispersed the rest of the Ten Seraphs were present.

Lilith sighed in disappointment.

"Haaaaa~, this could have all ended without the noise." A wicked grin spread across her face. "Oh well,"

Raguel reach Viviane and broke the magic around the poorly held flask, making water fall to the ground. Viviane stayed in place.

"I haven't had fun in millennia!" Lilith spread her arms wide, in an inviting provocation to the Archangels.

"Your evil will not be allowed to continue, Mother of Devils." Sariel shouted. "No more, not after today."

"I would like to see you try." Lilith grinned and her power surged and condensed in her core.

The Archangels attacked.

"Nehemoth Wasteland."

Lilith's aura exploded in a radius that expanded quickly till it covered the island they were on.

The land turned black. The world seem darker.

And the Light from Heaven dimmed till it couldn't be felt by the Archangels.

In the palace of the Greek Love Goddess, moans could be heard as two bodies danced with ecstasy.

As Ares pumped his hips up one last time, he grunted in climax, as Aphrodite cried out and joined him with her own.

Aphrodite let herself fall on the War God and rest her head on her chest.

"You should have attacked the Biblical God's believers. You wouldn't have suffered that shameful defeat against that useless plump of an Archangel." Aphrodite hissed in annoyance and bitterness.

"This again." Ares grunted, resting his head on one arm, and holding his lover with the other. "Like I told Zeus and all of you in the meeting afterwards, that entire plan was asinine. Attacking worshipers in their Church? Actually killing the mortals and eating their souls? Everything about that plan was despicable and dishonorable, and if it hadn't been Zeus ordering it, I would never have went along with it." Ares growled in restrained anger. "He should have never listened to that Lying Serpent. Trying to regain influence and worshipers with those means would have never worked."

Aphrodite narrowed her eyes, as she looked at him. "Does that mean you acted pompous and took your time in killing the mortals, all to draw the Archangels response to you?"

"Yes!" Ares cried out. "Fighting mortals, especially hapless one without a warrior's spirit in their bodies was disgusting. Even if it had been in a consecrated ground weakening me, and against an empowered and enraged Archangel, it was far better than what Zeus and that Lucifer originally planned. That fight at least, had some measure of honor."

"Honor?!" Aphrodite shouted as she sat up on Ares. "Who gives a whore's worth about honor? You're the God of War! War is inherently ugly and merciless."

"I distinctly remember you stating otherwise to my face multiple times." Ares said with a smirk, as he placed both hand behind his head.

"Shut up." Aphrodite said bitingly, but couldn't help the amused huff that escaped her.

"And just because war is merciless, doesn't meant it couldn't have rules, boundaries that must be placed. Warriors should fight and welcome death. Peasants should be left to live but accept the might of those stronger." Ares spoke with calm and firm belief. "Fighting using any and all means to win, fighting with brutal tactics that care for no belief or reason, like Athena, would just make the world a chaotic hell."

Her eyes narrowed in irritation once more.

"So that's it? You're putting down your sword in this fight?" She asked, a hidden threat in her voice. Ares ignored it, his lover tended to get angry and storm off multiple times, before returning in the end.

"I'm the God of War," he chuckled. "There will be many other fights for me to pick up the blade again. Thankfully Zeus wizened up and pulled back from all out war with Heaven. We are not prepared yet."

"I see..." Aphrodite closed her eyes as she came to a decision. "Do you want know something Ares?"

"What?" He raised an eyebrow.

"When I'm with you, it's always fun. Almost all the way through." Aphrodite said.

"Almost?" Ares chuckled, as he rose-in both meanings-to the challenge.

"Toward the very end, you always disappoint."

Aphrodite raised her hands up, and a demonic morningstar appeared between them.

Ares only had time to look shocked, before the spiked weapon slammed into this face, caving it in. His godly power nullified in that first strike, and when it returned by the second, Aphrodite was adding her own strength, her own divine power to the morningstar feeding and empowering it.

"Did you know!?"

Slam. Blood spattered.

"I was once in charge of War!"

Slam. Blood spattered.

"I was not only beautiful but terrible!"

Slam. Blood spattered.

"But then fucking Hera was afraid for her little throne."

Slam. Blood and bones spattered.

"And took a part of me, using it to make a child with her and Zeus."

Slam. Blood and bones spattered.

"It was you! I seeked you out not because you were strong, brutish, skillful or any of that nonsene. I just wanted to feel whole if for a little while!"

SLAM! Blood, bones and brain matter spattered.

"Then fucking Hera again bound me further. Forcing me into a marriage I didn't want with her ugly imp! Because she feared my beauty would take everything from her anyways."

SLAM! Blood, bones and brain matter spattered.

"I had to accept it. I had to accept this torture, but NO MORE!"

SLAM! Blood, bones and brain matter spattered.

"I'M TAKING MY FATE IN MY OWN HANDS, RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!"

SLAM!

The demonic morningstar glowed and chimed as Ares died. With the God's death the weapons second function activated, and it plundered his power, authority and essence.

The beautiful Aphrodite was no more.

As she stood up and walked out of the room, she was Aphrodite Areia.

"M-M-My lady, we, we heard..."

The renewed War Goddess looked to her nymphs and maidens that attended to her. She felt hungry.

"Send word to-"

"Sister," Aphrodite Areia looked up to see a hasting Athena enter her palace, only to freeze in shock as she took in the War Goddess's presence. "You...you actually went through with it?" Athena asked in disbelief and not a little disgust.

"Send word to the Satan Lucifer. I will ally with his forces at Britanna." Aphrodite Areia spoke ignoring the other War Goddess, before staring her down. "I will take back my rightful place in this world, and none will stop me or stand in my way."

She looked at the Malebranche in her hand, watching as it pulsed with new power. It bonded to her to the point of starting to fuse with her hand, even developing veins linking to her body.

Let's see what else I can do with you, Farfarello.

She thought at the weapon, and got a hum of curious approval. The War Goddess huffed at the haughty weapon's reaction.

Aphrodite Areia walked forward not bothering to acknowledge Athena any longer.

"Finally! Time for war." She grinned with blood soaking her face in anticipation.

Sephirot.

A power that lies within all Angels. Ten spheres that represented of God's being and His manifestation into All that is. A map for the soul's ascension.

These spheres of power are expressed most within His Archangels.

In response Lilith had created the Qliphoth and imbedded it within every Devil.

An inversion of God's manifestations and a rejection of His being.

The shell of Nehemoth was the first rejection. The Denial of His Light.

"B-Brother, what is this?" Asked Sandalphon staring at his hands, searching deep in his own soul to find God's Light, yet all he could feel was his own self. Alone.

"Calm down, Sandalphon." Said Metatron, yet his hands couldn't stop shaking. "This is just a trick-"

The black chains erupted the shadows under their wings, grabbing every Archangel in the sky and slamming them into ground. The only one who was coherent enough to focus was Raziel, and she was captured all the same. Craters were made from their violent impacts.

"Brothers!" Michael shouted in worry for his siblings.

The pain was minimal, yet it forced the Archangels to feel the world without the Light of Heaven that always there for them. Ailments that they once ignored were now noticeable, and the black chains seemed to actively worsening any weak condition within them even more.

"Yeah, that's all about what I expected from Daddy's boys and girls. Remove His Light for a bit and you all break down." Lilith said with a mock sorrowful tone. "Although I do give credit to Raziel for at least not being an catatonic mess right away." She said, to which the Archangel of Mysteries glared.

The Archangels' forced themselves to snap out of their panic and shock, understanding the danger of situation, and mentally chastised themselves for thinking that they could have ever broke their Father's commands, or let go of His Light.

"So what?" Michael spoke, getting her attention on him. "You kill us? These chains aren't enough, we'll break out eventually."

"And if you do manage to kill us, all you'll do is call Father here right away, for Him to smite you, witch." Spat out Gabriel.

Far behind the First Woman, one Archangel, like his older sister before him, shrugged off the effect of the Nehemoth Wasteland So he could act.

So without Father's Light, I no longer feel his ever present love. All I feel is just...me. All I feel is just human. ...But what the fuck is wrong with that?

Raguel didn't spend time hesitating, he just moved, holding the box with one wing, while analyzing the black seals, and working to break them on Viviane.

"R-Rag-" Viviane tried to speak through the pain, but all that came out was a raspy whisper.

"Shush. I'm going to break you out of these." He whispered back. "There is water under your feet, the moment you're free get out of here, and go back to the cottage."

"Not...without you." She hissed back.

"Viviane, begging you, not now. Not in this situation. I can't focus on the battle, if I know you'll be harmed." Raguel said in a hushed hurry.

He knew what the black seals reminded him of. The Seals upon the Beast. Albeit an inferior copy and and 'evil' version of God's Seals, if that made sense.

"Not leaving...you." Viviane said back.

"Ah, yes." Lilith said to Gabriel's threat. "Can't have the guest of honor arriving too quickly. Not before we prepare the surprise." Lilith let out a relaxed sigh, as she lied without worry. The Archangels would no longer be able to tell.

"What? Another assassination attempt? Those pitiful effort have never bared fruit." Said Raphael, the warmth of his voice gone.

"True, but no. I would never want to do something that redundant. Sodom and Gomorrah," Lilith sighed in sorrowful and longing wistful memory. "Taught me the direct approach won't work." She grinned, her wide stretching wider than a human's should. "That's why, something that require...a more subtle touch is needed."

"This is subtle?" Raziel raised an eyebrow.

"Given how this war has been going so far? Yes, actually." Lilith said with a pep in her step. "Ah, right before anything, one, two, three, four, nine. Ah! Right, where's my cute little guide?" Lilith jumped and moved in a cheerful bubbly manner, as she turned around expecting the weakest Archangel to be writhing on the ground, unable to move from the shock of being disconnected from Heaven. "Oh Raaaague-"

With a loud sound of glass breaking the black seals on Viviane broke.

"What?" Lilith's eyes widened in utter surprise.

"GO!" Michael shouted and pushed against his chains.

"Chokhmah Incandescence!" With a deep shout, Uriel's heavenly flames expanded uiniformly out of him, burning the chains to nothing, and doing the same for his siblings.

Uriel burst forward with a punch. Lilith instantly threw away her shock, and exploded her magical aura from her body. Uriel's charge cut through the aura, but Lilith's magic responses to her will without any need for discipline or control. Chains exploded from all shadows, and a spherical barrier erupted around the First Woman.

The Flame of God's fist slammed into a barrier, pushing it and Lilith back a few inches. His fires burned away the rest of her aura that wasn't given solid shape. The barrier had a crack in it. Yet Uriel was still stopped.

The chains had attack the other Archangels, yet they were ready for it this time, and fend them off, sending waves of Light Spears to support their brother.

"Holy fuck. How long have I been asleep that the most clingy children in Heaven learned some independence." Lilith said, astonished at Uriel's use of his Sephirot.

"For Father and His Will, we'll do what we must. Face any challenge we must. Even our own selves." Uriel growled out, and brought his other hand to try and break the barrier.

"Of course, it's the muscle head that's first to figure it out." Lilith sighed, before putting one hand up to strengthen the barrier and another pointed at the escaping Viviane and Raguel. "Nope~."

Black chains exploded from the Fairy and the youngest Archangel's shadow.

Only for Michael's spear to slam into them, breaking the magical chains apart.

"Run! Both of you!" Michael shouted.

However the purpose of the attack was fulfilled. Pandora's Box was pulled from Raguel's arm.

"I won't let you!" Raguel sent out his feathers to teleport the box to him.

The box hummed and the spell failed.

So Raguel teleported himself to the box.

Viviane jumped into the water, sending herself back to her home.

Raguel grabbed the box, yet the chains closed in on him.

He tried to use Salvation. Thus far, he was lucky that the Reverse Salvation only used a third of his reserves, as Michael's beacon spell had the energy covered. The spell was even still working in the sky. Yet every spell he used afterward, and unlocking Lilith's Black Seals has taken more and more out of him.

There was still one option left. Even if it will cost him greatly, he could take the box to Heaven if he used his own Lifeforce for the Salvation spell.

Raguel knows not all Angels get revived. Those who fight in the First Heaven are within God's Domain thus are safe.

Will he die before reaching Heaven, or upon reaching it?

He didn't know, but it was a chance he had to take.

Yet the choice was taken from his hands.

"Archangel Raguel, I call upon your debt to me. Appear at my side now!"

Viviane's voice rang out in the battlefield. The box pulsed tampering with other magical effect around it.

Raguel disappeared. Pandora's Box stayed.

"I...have so many questions." Lilith said as her barrier was about to break. "But I suppose first things first." The Archangels readied their attack, as the barrier was on it's last leg.

The moment Uriel destroys it, would be the moment they strike down Lilith for good.

"Lilith Gate."

Waves of magical energy exploded from the First Woman, and every drop of magic was a devil summoning spell.

Thousands of Devils burst out from Lilith's energy, as they found themselves called from the Underworld without thought or reason. They couldn't even refuse, their bodies obeyed the command overriding any will they had. Some answered without care, some gleeful at the chance for violent, and some watched in horror as their body moved without their input.

"Hello~ Hello~ Hellooooooo~ brothers!" And from the waves of dark magic Lucifer burst forth, standing by his bride. "Did you all miss me?"

"If we never see you again it would be too soon." Sariel said as the Archangels flew and regrouped again.

"Ouch, your words hurt little prince. Right here." The Satan pointed at his heart. Sariel sneered.

"So this battle again." Michael said, standing in front of the Archangels ready to lead the charge.

"What can I say? The war was getting boring, and I wanted to try reliving that first fight again." Lucifer spread his arms dramatically.

"Helel, did your gambit with the Olympians work?" Lilith asked, as she leaned into her husband's side.

Lucifer stilled and looked toward his wife in wide-eyed surprise.

"You're awake?"

"Indeed I am." Lilith grinned.

"Shit," he looked back to the Seraph, reasserting their threat. "Did they actually push you hard enough, for you to wake yourself up?"

"No, that's from something else, Beloved." She said with excitement. "It was actually-"

"Not important." Lucifer said dismissively. "After all, the really party is about to start now." He said with a grin. Lilith pouted, but understood they had bigger issues to focus on.

Like the spear of Light made from Sariel, Sandalphon, and Metatron, empowered by Michael.

""Judgement Lance!""

They all shouted as a spear tall enough to reach the cloud, and wide as a castle descended on the Damned Couple.

"Woah, now! That's not just unfair but rude." Lucifer whined.

"Have no fear, Helel." Lilith raised her hand, and hundreds of the devils around her, shouted in screams or agony, before breaking down to concentrated shards of pure Demonic Power.

Lilith gathered up the shards, Lucifer empowered her, and together they made a barrier that that stopped the heavenly smite.

Then began to infect the Holy Energy with, corrupt, break it and absorb it.

Soon enough the angelic attack was gone, and the Hell Duo were left unscathed with a hide hole in their devil army.

"You know something, Michael." Lucifer began.

"Enlighten me." Michael said with slow spite.

"Despite that attack...I'm actually gonna be the better man in this case." Lucifer grinned.

"The worms that crawl on the earth are of better character than you." Gabriel said coldly.

"Again, words hurt. Buuuuut~ since this fight seems hardly fair for your side, I'm gonna let you even out the numbers." Lucifer pointed up.

Michael and Raziel alone looked up, while the others focused on the Satan.

The beacon spell he cast in the beginning was still ongoing.

"...No." Michael whispered in horror.

"Cancel it!" Raziel shouted as she understood what's about to happen.

"I can't!" Michael shouted as he tried to stop the spell, even attacking it, but the Nehemoth effect made Michael's Light weaker the further it got away from him.

Lilith had left beacon spell alone, making the Nehemoth effect not touch it. However due to Heaven's Light constantly trying to reconnect to the Archangels, it sought out Michael's energy and empowered the spell keeping it active long after it's purpose was served.

"Yes~" Lilith hissed in joy. "What's the matter, Michael? I'm just letting the Heavenly Host have the chance to fight together."

"I even pulled back the attack on Heaven to give them a break, and join us for this little reunion." Lucifer offered helpfully. "I even brought a guest!"

A divine magic circle appeared in the sky, and from it Aphrodite Areia stepped out.

"Greetings, little birdies."

Angels began arriving.

Nehemoth Wasteland darkened their links to Heaven's Light.

Hundreds of thousands of Angels began dropping from the sky in terror and shock.

"Have no worries, children." Aphrodite Areia shouted as she spread her arms out. Her voice reaching all corners of the isle they were on. "Even if your Heavenly Father abandons you. Even if you left out all alone. No matter who you are, come to me! Worship me! AND I WILL LOVE YOU!" Her authority of Love shined.

And the Angels of Heaven began to Fall.