Prologue 1: The Beginning

Unknown Dimension, eons ago

A wide landscape expands to the naked eye, seemingly expanding infinitely. The birds chirp, the sun rises. Buildings and streets are present here, with people frolicking all over. In the center of the landscape a huge lake can be seen, in the center of this lake a grand floating island is present, golden lights floating down from it, illuminating the land with its majestic lights. A huge golden angel presides over the floating island, its wings seem ethereal, one can almost see the secrets of the universe in it. The majestic and mysterious colors flowing inside the ethereal wings. The angel's hair is of a dazzling golden, with a laurel wreath crowning it. Its face is of a female one, with a picture perfect face. The angel wore an illusory white dress, the dazzling white seemingly flowing through the dress fading into nothingness at the hem. This proud and majestic stood over the wide landscape seemingly guarding it from all intruders. This is the Heavenly Angel Dimension, a mini-world created by one of the Great Ancestor's of the Heavenly Angel Clan. All the beings here are either members of the Heavenly Angel Clan or the residents that have migrated here.

The inhabitants here frolicked in peace, not aware of the disaster that would strike moments later. Suddenly, the proud and majestic angel opened its eyes, its eyes were of a dazzling golden, with a vortex swirling within it. An invisible might swept over the Heavenly Angel Dimension, alerting all the powerhouses within it. As many powerhouses rose up in the air to investigate, a sudden change happened to the angel. Its celestial appearance became marred and twisted as a crimson energy creeped over its body. Its once beautiful and unreal wings became demonic and bloody. A thick killing intent swept over the dimension as the former angel completed its transformation. At the same time, a humongous formation had erupted beneath the wide landscape. Bloody and cultish runes covered the ground and depictions of horror and gore filled the ground. At the center of the grand formation was the former angel, in its bloody glory. As the inhabitants looked in horror at the formation at the angel, splurt, splurt, splurt. All the living beings started dying left and right exploding in pools of blood. With each death, the formation seemed to glow brighter and gather more energy. As the more powerful beings, the Mages, attempted to fight off the unknown force killing them, bursts of magic could be seen emitting from all over the dimension. However death was inevitable and in the end, the once grand dimension lay in shambles with not a single living being in sight.

The Floating Island, The Mansion of the Ancestor's

A beautiful woman stood in the center of a grand courtyard, her form resembling that of the former angel, with a majestic appearance and a pair of unfathomable wings. Beside her was a beautiful landscape with lush bushes and a beautiful little stream. However currently her eyes were narrowed in rage, looking at the 30 figures surrounding her. In the surrounding figures 28 resembled her, with similar wings and appearances except something was chillingly off. Their aura gave off a thick killing intent, and their wings were now covered in bloody mist and demonic sigils. These were the "Converted" of the Fallen Angels. Back in the day when the first Heavenly Angel Ancestor emerged and created the Heavenly Angel Clan, he had an ambitious brother who vied for the position of Clan Leader. The God of the Devil's Lucifer, saw this opportunity and with his devilish words convinced the younger brother to embrace the path of the demons. After undergoing the transformation or "demonization" as the people called it, the ambitious brother overwhelmed by his newfound power decided to challenge the Heavenly Angel Ancestor. After a great fight, unable to utilize his powers properly, the young brother was defeated and suppressed by the Heavenly Angel Ancestor. On the fact that they were still brothers the Ancestor destroyed almost all of the demonized young brothers power leaving only a bit for him to keep himself safe and cast him away. Angered and hateful the young brother sought out to create a grand organization to destroy the Heavenly Angel Clan, and after thousands of years of preparation and hundreds of years of planning, they had finally struck with one fell swoop , demonizing all the upper echelons of the Heavenly Angel Clan, and demonizing the Guardian Angel of the Clan. Currently, they are now surrounding the head of the Heavenly Angel Clan, Azrael, the Angel of Death.

As she looked in anger at the surrounding figures, Azrael couldn't help but feel a bit of despair, as she saw all the carnage and destruction caused. Fueled by the anger of the destruction of her people, Azrael started her attack. "Die, evil heretics," she said in a deathly and righteous tone before casting her spell, "Judgement Of The Lord." An humongous illusory shadow appeared, his face hidden, but with a majestic and absolute aura, suddenly a divine might appeared from the illusory figure, the might fell on top of the 30 figures seeking to destroy them. "Oh no, her power is much more than expected," yelled the leader, while utilizing his demonic mana to keep the divine might at bay. As the invisible might crushed on top of them, it slowly destroyed the barriers of their defenses, as if announcing that their inevitable doom was here. Desperate, the figures attacked with all of their might, the screeches of demons and devils filled the air as humongous blasts of blood mana were unleashed upon the invisible might. Meanwhile, Azrael was sweating as she struggled to keep up the power of the illusory shadow.

Pushed to the limits, the 30 figures had to resort to their last trump card. "Together!," one of them yelled, "Oh Great Demon Lord Asmodeous, your humble servants beg for you to come and destroy all the righteous and good in this world!" Chanting the ancient words the demonic power of the 30 figures seemed to gather and coalesce in front of the chanting figure. A huge and gigantic shadow seemed to appear, the figure that gathered seeming to be one of the Ancient Gods of the world. Its face resembled that of an old man, with its straight pupils pure white with a dot of red inside. The souls of the dead seemed to swirl inside that pair of pupils casting a horrible aura of resentment. A pair of horns were on the humongous head, covered in sigils of demons and monsters. The very ground that the Great Demon occupied seemed to wither and die. A domain of sin and evil seemed to cover the ground, clashing with the divine might of the illusory figure. As the humongous creature began to speak, everyone knew that a great battle was about to break out…