It was daunting, to see your own death.

It was all to clear, one of my wayward sons Killing the both of them in a desperate gamble. I couldn't see past it. I didn't know whether or not my Death meant anything, If The Beast was released or if the Seals held. Whether or not my creations survived and prospered was something that troubled me greatly.

My attempts to survive the days after the sealing always ended in failure, with my Kingdom Falling and my Children Slaughtered before I died. It was better for the worthless victory his sons spawn gained that allowed his Children to live than everything be lost.

But that was not something I could just accept.

So I planned. I needed something to outlast me, a weapon against the Beast, a guardian for Man.

So I made one, taking the template of the Son who would be Blamed, and become a Watcher of Man, I looked outside my domain. A soul of a departed child of Adam, from another time, and another place. An outside perspective, a foreign logic. My weapon would be made, and I could only hope that it was not a mistake.

Asael was told his purpose, that of a Safeguard for Humanity, and he agreed. He was Bound to follow the path that I foresaw, as any deviations would lead to the Beast rampaging. I knew the pain I was fostering upon his child, the Loss he would endure. But it was for the greater good. Or so I told myself.

I gave him companions to ease the journey, loyal to him over their creator. It was the least I could do.

Seeing Asael connect with his siblings, those who would stay and those who would not was painful to watch. Knowing that it couldn't last.

Helel rebelled, and everything Began. My sons and daughters soon started to rebel against him, Falling from My Grace. And as planned Asael joined their number.

Azazel was difficult despite his allegiance, and seeing him fall to debauchery filled me with such disappointment. Raphael and Gabriel were sent as reminders, and I unknowingly sowed the first seed.

He disappeared for some time, showing up again under a different name, and a different face. A Titan he called himself, mixing with the Pagans and joining their ranks. His story was one I knew, and seeing him pay for his Hubris was punishment enough. Then he returned only to immediately begin work upon a slight against me.

Uriel was sent this time, and I hoped the warning stuck, and I unknowingly fed his growing hatred.

He disappointed me, and returned to those pagans he was so found of, the False gods claiming him as their own. He stayed with them for so long, abandoning the path he should have taken, as the Governor-General.

He returned to watch my favored King, and sow discontent among his court. He had the presence of mind to flee after making of with My Seal, going to the east and doing his best to emulate his elder brother, though the damage he caused to my enemies stayed my hand. When he fled the consequences of his actions it was to the barbarians in the North.

He attempted to defy fate their, and only caused suffering in return.

He came back changed, and my worries grew. The path I foresaw not perfect, his actions changing things. But fate was an active force, and nothing he did truly mattered so he let it be.

His arrival coincided My Son sacrificing himself, and the folly of his choices caught up with him, being an outcast among those he was meant to lead.

He worked against me, trying my patience more than I expected. He was more aggressive than he was supposed to, making me work even harder to correct it.

Then Camelot happened, and I knew then that I lost him. He lost sight of his purpose, and I knew I had to correct my mistake.

But I underestimated the weapon I made, and my children paid the price. He hid for a long time after that, and a distant part hoped he had gotten himself killed in those pagan lands.

But he came back, killing Jadiel and all those with him. Then he unleashed the Dragons upon me, their attack coming a century early and leaving me unprepared. And once more my sons and daughters suffered.

He slipped back into the shadows, while I was focused on making sure not all was lost due to the fool boy. By the time the Beast awoke and readied its rampage I was barely ready, and it took much more than it should have to Seal it away.

I was injured, and I knew that If I tried to recover Heaven would fall as my many enemies would pounce upon my weakened form.

So I took my Flock into the Underworld, determined to do all I could to fix my mistakes. I would erase Asael and Helel, and ensure Heaven stood strong even with my passing.

But he surprised me. Utilizing the abilities I had dismissed from his travels had matched me. I ordered my children to retreat when it became obvious that I would not survive, directing them to evacuate Gabriel and Michael as I slayed their brothers.

Then Helel stabbed me, and I finally SAW past this moment.

I saw Asael fighting the Beast centuries from now, fulfilling his purpose as a safeguard, even if not the way I intended.

I saw the aftermath of my death for the first time as well, how Michael could not carry the burden, how my church grew corrupt and stagnant.

I saw the Fall of my Kingdom as the System failed, and there was nothing anyone could do.

But I saw a path forward. A chance.

I was dead. there was no denying that reality. Helel had pierced the core of my being with his Darkness and I had only moments. So I would do wat I should have done.

I will trust in my creations not to fail like I did. I will trust the Safeguard to protect Humanity in my absence.

I left him my will, the Light of the Father to help him as my apology for my mistakes, and a key for when he needs it.

Grabbing hold of Helel's arm I prepared myself for what I must do, and hoped that the future would be brighter.

And my world became LIGHT

AN: I hope I managed to explain my thoughts through this well enough. This is my last chapter for the day.