*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
I know, I know, it's been tough to read everything that has happened lately. I mean, Azael has found two new teammates, his sister, Eiravyn, and an acquainted friend, and now turned rebel, Iris. We still remember Meliodas and Clea are looking for Azael and Jaes, Tristan's motive isn't as obvious as I want it to be, but that's going to change.
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Tristan stood by the balcony, the evening breeze rustling his hair as he gazed out at the city below. His eyes, however, were fixed on the page from the Book of Ancient Fallen, its yellowed parchment glowing softly in the fading light.
Page 102, a passage he had read countless times, yet its words still resonated deeply within him.
"In the depths of eternal darkness, a spark of hope flickers to life. From this void, a hero shall arise, forged in the crucible of fate. This chosen one will wield the power to end the devastating war between the angels and the fallen, and bring about the downfall of the demonic forces.
The hero's emergence will signal a new era of balance and harmony among the celestial realms. With ancient knowledge and forgotten artifacts, they will reconcile the divisions between the angels and the fallen, and restore peace to the shattered lands."
A faint determination ignited within Tristan. He knew his role in this prophecy, though unclear, was crucial. The Book of Ancient Fallen held secrets, and he was determined to uncover them.
As night descended, casting the city in shadows, Tristan's resolve strengthened. He would find the truth, no matter the cost.
With a deep breath, he folded the page, the prophecy etched in his mind like a promise.
The darkness outside seemed less daunting now, for Tristan knew that in its depths, a spark of hope flickered, waiting to ignite.
Tristan: [Scoffs] I need to get those books, or else I won't get revenge on him... Azazel Whirlwind.
*In Michael's Monastery. The library*
Seraphiel rummaged through the drawers of Michael's desk, searching for the elusive Book of Ancient Fallen. As she reached the final drawer, she encountered a magical lock. With a subtle focus of her arch-angelic energy, she dispelled the spell and opened the drawer. Relief washed over her as she found the book, its worn leather cover a testament to its ancient wisdom.
As she closed the drawer and turned to stand, she was met with an unexpected presence. Camael stood before her, his piercing gaze sending a jolt of surprise through her.
Seraphiel: Camael? What are you doing here?
Camael: What are you doing with that book, Seraphiel?
Seraphiel: This book holds the key to ending the war...
Camael: We've studied every page, even with one missing. We know the only way to end this war is to end Azael's life. But Michael's discovered Azael's immortality, and now he's searching for the one weapon that can strip him of it.
Seraphiel's concern deepened as Camael continued.
Camael: And there's more. We've located the missing page. Zadkiel and Raphael are en route to retrieve it from Tristan of Whirlwind. With their third divinity unlocked, they're unstoppable."
Camael's smirk sent a shiver down Seraphiel's spine as he turned to leave.
Camael: You should worry about Tristan's life, Seraphiel.
Seraphiel: *In her head* Tristan.
*On the hidden magical bridge that splits the living and the dead apart from each other*
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The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc
FantasíaIn a world of darkness, an 8-year-old fallen angel boy is driven by loyalty to his father. Trained to fight and kill, he's sent to vanquish the 7 demon lords. But when he meets a 9-year-old boy, they form an unbreakable bond, becoming brothers in ar...
