The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc

Chapter 10: The Children of Pride Pt.1.

Amidst the unrelenting chaos of the 7th Divine War, the armies of Heaven remain steadfast in their duty to the divine. Within the shimmering spires of the Celestial Citadel, the angelic host gathers in solemn conclave. Their leader, the Archangel Michael, stands resolute, his eyes burning with unwavering conviction. As the fate of the universe hangs in the balance, the angels prepare for a crucial campaign - one that will test their valor, their unity, and their very essence. For in the face of unyielding darkness, the light of Heaven must not falter.

With a sweep of his wings, Michael gestured to the assembly of angels. 'We are not alone in this war. The 12 angels of the Elements have pledged their aid to our cause. Let us honor their presence!' As one, the angels turned toward the shimmering portal behind Michael. Twelve figures emerged, each radiating elemental power.

First, the angel of Aether, Elyon, shone with ethereal light. Next, the angel of Terra, Terraka, stood firm, her feet rooted to the earth, with skin as rough as bark and hair as green as leaves. The angel of Aqua, Sia, flowed like the tides, her voice a soothing melody. The angel of Ignis, Pyrope, blazed with fierce flames. And then, the angel of Fulmen, Chase, crackled with electric intensity, his eyes flashing like lightning.

The remaining angels followed: the angel of Ventus, Aeolus, whispered on the winds; the angel of Glacies, Cryo, shone with frosty calm; the angel of Nimbus, Stratus, drifted like the clouds; the angel of Petra, Geo, stood solid as stone; the angel of Silva, Dryad, bloomed with verdant life; and the angel of Ferrum, Magno, hummed with magnetic force.

Michael's voice rang out, 'Together, we shall unleash the fury of the elements upon our foes!'

The angels cheered.

*In the oasis of the desert in Valai*

It's been two full days, Red is still unconscious, Azael is worried as he's sitting on the palm tree. Clea is taking care of Red, and Meliodas is thinking about Azael's surname and what his true intentions are. His urge to confront him grows every minute.

Azael: *In his head* So uncool.

*In the demon world's palace*

After his fight against Red, Hael is back in the demon world, and he's greeted as a hero by the demon army. However, his expression remains stoic, and his eyes seem to hold a hint of concern.

Gira and Kinara, the blue-eyed duo, approach him, their faces unreadable. "Hael, your power is growing stronger by the day," Gira says. "But at what cost?"

Hael's gaze falls, his thoughts drifting to the battle with Red. He recalls the surge of energy, the rush of adrenaline, and the thrill of victory. But he also remembers the look in Red's eyes, the determination, and the... fear?

Kinara's voice breaks his reverie.

Kinara: Hael, you must be careful. Your actions have consequences, not just for yourself but for our entire realm.

Hael's eyes narrow, his grip on his sword tightening.

Hael: I know what I'm doing. I'll stop at nothing to claim my rightful place.

As the demons cheer and chant his name, Hael's expression remains enigmatic. Is he truly committed to his path, or is there a glimmer of doubt?

A 4 eyed demon approached, "Hael, the demon lords summon you." It says.

Hael: ...

Hael walked into the throne room. The throne room of the 7 Demon Lords is a cavernous, twisted cathedral, forged from the very depths of the underworld. The air is thick with the stench of brimstone and smoke, and the walls seem to writhe and twist like living darkness.