When I woke up in another dimension, surrounded by nothingness and a ROB. I did not know I would be offered to quest around the multiverse to fix different problems or gain power. But we both knew the real reason; it was more than simply questing ac...
I roam through my new memories, including various experiences during the Great War, which this body seemingly created towards the end of the conflict.
Frankly, when I saw the devastation and lives lost and its effect on the world, I almost teared up.
So many souls were lost.
So many were dead and left in unmarked graves.
So much pain was dealt on all sides of the war.
Too much chaos.
After taking a deep breath, I use my new ability, which I will refer to as charges, and see that I have four little lights in my soul, but instead of using it to calm my response, I am allowing myself to feel every emotion.
I have read plenty of fan fiction that involves gamer minds that make most gamers sociopaths high-functioning ones most of the time, but sociopaths nonetheless.
But this is not a game. The things I saw were real. Even if I did not live through them, these emotions are real.
This body watched his God die, and I find it ironic that I look like Sanguinius from Warhammer. Still, instead of the son and the father dying in the conflict, the son had to watch his father fall to another of his children.
The events that led to my taking over this form mean something, and his name means something Anakim has meaning. That means being tall, which is very representative of my new stature.
Michael is 6 foot 2, and I am 8 feet tall compared to the average angel. I am a giant.
But now I need to take inventory, as I have armor and a large spear.
The spear has a name, and it is called Holy Spear Telesto. It is rather plain other than the runes inscribed on it, but the tip is shaped like a flame waiting to be unleashed or an elongated tear as if representing his loyalty to God.
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The armor, while ornate, is made of the standard metal that lines angelic armor, which is, while tougher than most mortal metals, will shatter against any being at or above high class.
The area I find myself in is seemingly a field in the Midwest of America, and taking out the spear, I admire it as a flood of memories embraces me.
I remember the day he received this spear, the same day he was created as one of the last angels God would ever make, at least in this universe.
What made it different was that when Telesto was forged, it was forged irregularly and came out looking like this, but instead of returning it, Anakim kept it.
On that same day, Anakim Witnessed his first battle and could not understand why as while he had the information on why the war had started, he could never understand such reckless loss of life.
