Amaranthine

Introduction

Music for this chapter:
M83 - Solitude (Felsmann + Tiley Reinterpretation) [Lyrics]

Link for the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a1maXyJXuA

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"He  created me to worship him, not the other way around," the archangel  whispered to another angel, the pain evident in his voice. The other  angel was feeling bad for him, he could see how broken he looked; his  golden eyes glossy with unshed tears.

"Don't say that, you are his favorite, you know."

No  matter how much the others tried to make him feel better, deep down he  knew the truth. He was not special; he was just another soldier under  the command of the Almighty. It would be selfish to expect anything  more.

"I don't know how long I can keep pretending that I  just like him a normal amount," he said, and then, after a pause, he  added, "when in reality, I worship him so much that it hurts me to my  core knowing he would never, ever feel the same way." A tear escaped his  eye after whispering the last sentence.

Unbeknownst to the both of them, the Almighty God heard them, but to the archangel's luck, he didn't hear the last sentence.

And just like that, one misunderstanding, was going to be the end of him.

That's  how, the archangel, Namjoon, became the fallen angel, when the Almighty  God Seokjin, thought that he was a traitor, who only  pretended to like him, meanwhile Jin was ready to burn the worlds for  him.

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Days turned into weeks, weeks into months... months into years and years into ages...

Many kingdoms have come and gone, the world always changing.

Wars  ensued, natural disasters happened, deaths, pain and tears. Many  revolutions, seasons changing, new humans, births and healthy babies.  Tyrants, and just kings. Happiness, art, music and dance.

World  kept on always changing, evolving, nothing staying the same but also  everything staying as it is. Humans were weird creatures, after all.

Nothing  ever changed in heaven and hell, though. The Almighty left the humans  to their own fate, not interfering. Angels and demons run havoc for a  while, trying to maybe get a reaction out of their creator, but nothing  ever fazed him, nor made him want to step down and take control and  create again.

Nobody knows how many ages have passed,  nobody knows what he did all that time in seclusion, but everyone knew  they needed him to come back and create once again.

It  was a day like many in Heaven, and footsteps could be heard in the  distance. His footsteps. Everyone froze, they couldn't remember the last  time this happened. 

Breaths were held, not a sound could be heard apart from the clicking and clacking of the approaching footsteps.

He was finally coming out of his seclusion.

And, he was not alone.

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