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Archangel's Seed

Angels, Demons, Dragons and Humans. Put in charge of the affairs of the Heavens were Seven angels known to man as the Archangels or the Hosts of Heaven. Originally seven in number, an eighth archangel was added to the mix. Love is a concept not foreign to the heavenly beings but was forbidden between them and other creatures. But that Law was defied. The eighth Archangel, fell in love with a human. He forfeited his role, power and title as an Archangel to become flesh- a man. But some of the heavenly hosts were unhappy and secretly plotted to end his life. Then, he had a son. And that was when the hosts unleashed war on mankind. The war was brutal. Lives and lands were lost. Families, friends and loved ones were separated from one another. Eventually, the eighth was found out. Or rather, he came out. From the compassion of his heart he sacrificed his life in order to save humanity- including his own son. The mother of the child fled. To preserve the life of herself and the boy, she escaped to another realm, the other side of humanity, away from mythical beings and heavenly bodies, a place called Earth. There, she and the boy were a safe. And they could live a normal life. Fifteen years later, the boy came to know the truth behind his father's death. And he swore, to wage war on the heavens and to avenge his father.

Karma_Yuzuriha · Fantasy
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174 Chs

Chapter 117: The Ghosts of our Past

"Tell me you're being serious, because I'm in no mood for jokes."

"It is as you see, my lord. There was another divine artefact in our possession, one the ancestors made use of to create the medallion you gave to that boy. That is the second medal leaving our hands, we must retrieve it at all costs, not just for our sake but for the sake of Aosaki-san as well. There's no telling what might happen should we leave it with him longer than we already have."

The feudal lord was distraught. She walked back and forth in her study, thinking about the situation revealed to her. Something had to be done, urgently too.

"Lord Dae, what are we going to do? Should we chase him?"

Her advisor watched intensely, waiting for the next words. His hands gripped the table firmly, equally just as disturbed by the situation.