1. Prologue "The MorningStars"

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Long ago… before anyone or anything existed… there was only a single Thing exited.



God


God was Alone, Lonely in the Dark void of Nothingness… so God said to themselves


“Hey Why not Create a world?”


Create other things to keep them company…


And so God did.


God Created a Place called Heaven, Beautiful Bright Place… But Then living in such Place became Lonely if they’re living alone… even if the place is filled with beauty…


So God Decide to create Angels!


Creature with Wings and bright features like the Heaven!


There’s 10 Angels god Created at First… God Created them Immediately as an Adult and three of them are called ‘The Archangels’


There’s


Metatron The Second oldest Angel of God Creation and The oldest Archangel, Charismatic and Adventurous… always Run around causing trouble for the others…


Gabriel the Second oldest Archangel, The Fifth Oldest Angel of god, Cold-hearted and Uptight… always So Serious


And Azrael the Third Oldest Archangel and The 9th Oldest Angel of God, Hot Headed and Rebellious… God’s Least favorite Angel.


The other Angels aren’t important rn-


This Journey is About The Archangels after all…


Before Humanity existence…


Before Lucifer’s Downfall…

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After million of years… God Slowly Created more and more… in different form and species… Soon


God Created their Own Heritage…


The MorningStars…


The First and Second was Created, In a Form of a 3 year old…


One an Archangel and the other… just a Seraphim…


“Holy Clouds! Aweee they’re so Adorable”


The Light blue haired angel Cooed as he kneel down in front of the two newly Created Angel, One was Shorter than the other although their height seems similar.


The Shorter one immediately Hides behind the Taller one.


“be gentle Metatron, They are children” God Spoke with a hint of Amusement, All three of Their Archangels immediately look up at them With a Puzzled look


“what the fuck Is a ‘Children’?”


[Watch Thou Mouth Azrael]


Gabriel immediately Snarl, Azrael about to talk back but he backed down when Noticing The Archangel of Messenger’s Glare, Ice cold and distance…


“robotic Freak” Azrael muttered before looking away.


“children are… smaller Version of a Creature, They one day will grow and learn new things in the process” God Tried to explain… but they sigh when they see all three of the Archangels looks Confused.


One of the Young Angel Slowly walk forward and Pull Gabriel’s robe, Gabriel Glared down and it seems time stopped… all three God, Metatron and Azrael tense up… waiting for Gabriel to respond…


Gabriel lean down grab the Child by the head and pick him up like he’s some sort of disgusting Trash, His Detached Hand take the child as far away from him as possible as he gave a disgusted look “I DON’T THINK THAT’S HOW YOU CARRY A ‘CHILDREN’ GABRIEL!” Metatron immediately Jumped up.


God Stand up from their throne, One Hand immediately Went under the child right when Gabriel hand let go of it and return to it’s position.


[Do not touch me]


Gabriel coldly spoke before turning around and leaving the Room…


God let out a sigh while Azrael gave Gabriel the Middle finger only to be smacked by Metatron.


The Child on the ground immediately ran up to hide behind God’s leg while the one God was Carrying stare at the door where Gabriel left…


And start to giggle “vuniy Agel!” it claps Happily, God Sigh.


“Wow Someone Find Gabriel Funny? That’s a first” Azrael exchange Glances Between Him and Metatron.


Seems like with these two new Addition… they’re going To have their hands full with babysitting.


“Oh right… father how do we tell them apart? I mean aside from their height these two looks exactly the same…”


Metatron Spoke before kneeling down trying to bribe the Scared little angel like bribing a cat… by Making a ‘pss’ ‘pss’ noise… God Can’t help but sigh again, Maybe they should’ve Educate their Angel More than just giving them the knowledge they need for their job…


“Giving them a Color coding would be Better” Azrael Suggested before he points at the small Angel behind God


“Gold” he Spoke and point at the giggling Angel “Blue”


“That would be a good idea But I think that one should be Red instead of Gold don’t you think?” Metatron asked “Why? That Scared one Seems to shine Brighter… wont it be Perfect for it to Have a Luxurious Color? So it fits with that Bright halo of his” Azrael asked leaning down to take a better look at the smaller angel.


The Angel Squeak and hide behind God even More “Yea and Red resembles A lot of Beautiful and Bright Colors… why not Red… and that One is Gold”


“Red and Blue would be better not gonna lie” Azrael muttered but didn’t object With Metatron’s Suggestions, God Can only Smile and sigh… these two are going to treat their Heir like it’s a fucking Animal…


Really should’ve teach them about Other Stuff than Work-


“What are their Names Father?” Metatron asked Glancing up at God, God Hum for a moment before Responding.


“Mika’il and Samael… MorningStar” God Responded


“Samael sounds dumb”


“u Soun dum!” the Child Behind God Suddenly spoke up pointing at Azrael


“Huh?! What did you call me you little shit?!” Azrael’s Cloak immediately raise up, Metatron Grab him and Hold him back, all six Wings of the Little Angels raise up As he walk forward


“I says U Soun DUM!” the Young Angel Shouted… ah Seems like he’s not so shy after all… “Azrael Control your Anger my dude” Metatron muttered Try to pull Azrael back.


The little Angel on God’s hand Stare at the Scene before he look up at his Creator… and look back at His Twin brother who’s apparently having a Stand off with A Way Bigger Angel…


God Gently Put the Little Angel down on the ground before Sitting back to their Throne and watch as Azrael argued With a child…


Seems like life going to be more lively than ever…


“AAAAAA IT BIT ME!!!!!”


God Face palm when Azrael Screamed…


“GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!!! WHY IS IT STILL HANGING THERE?!?!! HOW THE FUCK?!”


God Sigh, Well… this is their life now-

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