A Son's Sorrow
How did it come to this.
Their creator was DEAD!
What hope was left his Kingdom.
Lucifer had won, even if his brother never got to experience it, as Father even in death tried to protect us.
Then there was the Abomination. What Azazel did to himself he will never know, but that thing was not his brother. He could feel the vile divinity coming off him, see the glee as he stabbed me once more. That thing was no Angel of the Lord, and he was doubting it ever was.
I felt his wings flicker at the mere thought of it, but I held myself back. Now was not the time to mourn or despair. I had work to do as Father's Heir.
Even if he wasn't worthy and unprepared, he would not fail him. He would keep Fathers System running, keep Heaven Standing, no matter what.
But that was not now.
Now was the time to comfort his remaining siblings.
Gabriel was catatonic, remaining unresponsive since she awoke. Uriel was no better, stuck in a pit of despair and anger over what Gadreel had done to him. Using the Flames Father gave him against him has shaken his core.
Then their was Raphael. They weren't sure if he was still alive, last seen fighting that ghost demon.
They needed me. So I would lead in my Fathers stead.
As I sat on his Throne, connected to the System, and my wings turned Gold, I vowed to not fail them.
A King's Regret
They won. And what a hollow victory it was. Their Creator lay dead, along with his generals. A third of the once might Pillars were extinct, and many others were on the verge of destruction. And the worst part of it all? Their current leadership were a couple of craven cowards who ran from the battle early. The descendants of the Satan's were a disgrace to their name, but they were all we had left. Rizevim was the only decent one among their lot but he was to busy dealing with the disappearance of his Mother to properly lead.
Already the remaining three brats were making changes, kicking out the Belphegor and Mammon clans had been demoted to Extra Clans stripped of their titles in a bid to solidify their power. He advised his fellow Nobles to keep their heads down, and focus on recovering.
Their Father was dead and their Mother missing. They would be no more Legions of Devils spawned from nothing. Only what they made themselves.
His children and their children were already working to secure his position, making alliances with the various Families, and he even go Runeas to agree to marry her grandson to his granddaughter.
He hoped to Lucifer that what he was planning would never come to pass, but as he watched the cretins grow arrogant on the names they inherited, he knew that it might as well be inevitable.
A Brother's Trouble
What the Fuck Azazel! Why am I cleaning up your fucking mess!
What the Hell am I supposed to tell our People, 'Sorry, I didn't know that Azazel was a god.' No damnit. I was the one in charge right now and I needed answers. Kokabiel was already chomping at the bit to go ransack heaven now that Father was dead, and wasn't that a whole other can of worms, and it was only the fact that they needed to care for their injured and dead that he hadn't gone alone. Well, that and he was still sulking about Azazel's words about him.
Even if they were accurate.
If it wasn't bad enough that he just up and went into a coma, and three of their strongest refused to leave his side, but now he also had to deal with Penemue holding a near dead Lilith, because apparently she was given an assignment by Azazel right as the Battle began.
Oh, and a housing crisis on top of everything as all the angels that fell after Dad's death came to either kill them or join them, and he needed a place to put them.
Fuck Azazel, I retired for a reason.