9 09 - Pearl Of Ending
Chapter 09 - Pearl Of Ending
Written By Dr Armstrong
~[Amon POV]~
Lucifer.
The Demon King had all sorts of titles; The Fall, Sin of Pride, Fool of God—but most well-known of all; Lighbringer of the Morningstar.
That had been his true title given to him by God before his infamous betrayal. And yes, Lucifer is indeed not his true name, but just a translated version of 'Lightbringer'
Of course, the Demon King that had descended upon Heaven had not been the true Morningstar—a Clone, another incarnation, another iteration.
The Original had been imprisoned in an infamous layer of the Abyss; Cocytus, after his conspiracy against Heaven had been brought to light and shut down.
But of course, that did not stop the Sin of Pride from separating pieces of his Soul to create individual Clones.
Lucifer's betrayal had been forever immortalised in Heaven as the turning point of history as he proved the possibility of Angels falling into Sin. So much so that the superiors had apparently decided to insert that moment into the inherited memories that Amon had drunk up.
The Lightbringer stood upon the sky perfectly still as if a statue whilst observing the cracks. 6 wings grew out of his back, serving as proof of his Fallen Seraphim stature.
Long blond hair that reached to his shoulders adorned his head and an additional 2 pairs of wings grew out from the sides of his skull and feet respectively. And a final pair of wings furled upon his waist, covering his private parts.
In total, the Demon King had a total of 12 wings, which was...highly concerning. And peculiarly enough, all those wings were of a pure white colour—which should not have been the case for any other Fallen Angel who each had black wings instead.
This Lucifer must be one of the first Clones ever created by the Original Morningstar. Clones resemble their Original counterpart the bigger their Soul Fragment was. And of course, the eldest Clones had the largest of them all.
...Though the one thing that proved him to be a Clone rather than the Original was the Demon King's rather...feminine demeanour—Satan wasn't a fucking femboy.
An aura of brilliant yet malevolent light radiated out of the satanic femboy's body as gates of gold opened up in the sky.
—Woosh~Baam~!*
Out of the pearly gates, a legion of winged warriors descended behind the Demon King. Wings of black adorned their forms, signifying their Fallen status and contrasting with their very white master.
The Fallen Choir, King Lucifer's army has arrived.
'White master, blackie army? Trouble...' Amon muttered to himself as he tried suppressing a racially-motivated Honk from appearing.
The Angel glanced at the expanding cracks that Azrael ought to descend from and promptly made the understandable conclusion of; GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!
'Ball that let me GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! super duper fast like blinking.'
「Create an [Ender Pearl] with 3 Karma Points?」
Surprisingly, it was super cheap! Not that he would complain, of course...
"Thanks, Sys." He thanked the Custom Made Archangel System before pressing the [Save] button.
A small marble-sized pearl manifested in one of his golden tendrils as he held it up in the sky, admiring it with great enthusiasm.
Whilst most of his eyes focused on the pearl, a loud crack was heard in the background as waves of various colours filled the sky with an aura of looming death.
"FALLEN LIGHT..." A loud distorted voice boomed through the skies of Heaven. It was like a sharpened bone scraping against a sheet of Uranium, really damned intense.
That was the Archangel of Death's voice, it just had to be.
The sky was enveloped in haunting darkness—not some kind of aura but a being's true body.
The darkness spaned from one horizon to the other, it was a colossal mass of eyes and tentacles resembling a storm cloud of calamity.
A cloud that rained.
Misshapen corpses rained down upon the Demon King's army. They were the Demons unlucky enough to cross the Archangel's path, devoured and assimilated into its form as the living dead.
The haunting darkness was none other than the true body of Archangel Azrael, the Father of Death.
The Demon King seemed to have responded with a series of words that unfortunately, Amon couldn't hear as Lucifer was too far and didn't amplify his voice.
"INDEED, BUT YOU STILL CHOSE TO HARBOR THEM." The Archangel responded with such a loud voice that even a deaf person could hear his words.
Lucifer responded with a silent smirk before he posed in a rather peculiar fashion, holding two fingers up into the sky with his right hand, and two fingers pointing at the ground with his left hand.
"As above, so below." This time...Amon could hear his words crystal clear.
—BAAAAM~!?#%@$*
An explosion of nuclear proportions took place as a colossal sphere of light akin to a miniature star manifested in the air, clashing with the gigantic cloud of darkness as if it were the collective force of light fighting against evil.
Of course, that was probably what most people would have thought when they witnessed this biblical scene. A Celestial of Light fending off an invasive evil Monster of Darkness.
Ironically, it was the exact opposite. An Angel of Death protecting his brethren from the Devil of Light.
An endless amount of booms and baams could be heard resounding through the entire realm of Heaven, but the Angel could not afford the time to pay attention to the battlefield.
Instead, Amon focused on the singular goal that perfectly aligned with the animalistic voices; SURVIVE.
—Wooosh~!*
The mangled corpse of an Artificial Angel nearly fell on top of Amon, plunging deep into the Sea of Consciousness as its mind was immediately taken out of the dead body and assimilated into the waters.
"HONK!" The Angel released a panicked honk as his wings moved around in rapid motion...
—Crack~!*
Large rifts cracked open up in the sky as the battle between the Archangel and his Fallen Brother went to the point of destroying the space-time axis around them.
"!" Amon went into alert as he barely dodged a stray shot from the battlefield. His numerous eyes snapped toward the nearest rift before he initiated his genius Avengers-level plan.
"LEEEROOOY JENKIIIINNNSSS!!!" He screamed out loud before throwing the Ender Pearl straight into the spatial rift.
The scream attracted the attention of some Demons, but unfortunately for them, the Angel instantly vanished with a burst of purple light before they could even move.
Mission success, Respect +
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"The tyranny of the majority has been empowered, the minority has been suppressed. Let's meet up with Homie and the rest of the Boys." -Remark
Stones, and I'll resurrect Black Noir.
