Prologue
In the beginning, there was nothing but the cosmos, the darkness of space, and they were ruled by the Gods and Goddess of old, great entities of power and authority; Death, Creation, Darkness, Light, and Time.
My Father, yes, I'm talking about God, with a capital G, fell in love with my Mother. They were soulmates, the first ones, the God of Light and the Goddess of Creation.
My Mother was beautiful, she was kind and pure, she was loving and warm, she was graceful and elegant, and she was everything my Father's sister, Darkness, was not.
My Father would have done anything for her, including, giving her children.
That's how we were created, the Archangels, the first of our kind, and the beginning of Creation as it was known; we were my Mother's pride and joy and oh, how we loved her, our devotion absolute.
We were the direct result of my Mother and Father's powers combined, birthed from my Mother, and because of that, given higher prominence at our parent's side.
But Darkness had grown jealous, of the attention my Father gave my Mother, for the worlds he had given her to show the devotion of his love, of us and our devotion to my Mother, and a war came.
That was the beginning of the end…
Creation was lost, history changed, and the Heaven's unraveled.