The planet of Earth was entirely bathed in red light. A bright and vibrant shade of intense rage and hatred that consumed everything.
All living beings staring at the pulsing, massive red star that eclipsed the sun.
The Red filled everything with anger that stared at it as it continued to sit high in the atmosphere.
Clouds disappeared and left the sky nothing but red.
The oceans crimson like blood as they reflected the painful glow.
"What do we do?" Remiel asked while staring into The Red.
She turned to look back at her siblings.
They all stared with their bodies stiff.
Alters that were honoring and respecting the force in front of them.
"It corrupts and chews away at anything and everything that sees it. It drives people mad. It is the reason that anger and hatred and violence exist. There is nothing that we can do." Grand Angel said.
Remiel looked back at Raguel.
Raguel's eyes were pitch black, the reflection of The Red creating a red dot in the center while her breathing was incredibly slow and calm.
She never looked so calm. So at ease.
Her hands slowly became fists.
Raphael and Gabriel did the same.
"I...I don't understand. Why do I not feel anything?" Remiel asked, looking down at her hands.
The light made it appear like everything was doused and caked in blood.
Grand Angel approached her and grabbed her hands.
"I wish I could tell you, but I do not know. Perhaps it is because of your pure heart. Yet I don't know." Grand Angel said.
Michael stood and stared at The Red.
His torso was beginning to shake and ripple like water.
"Son. Son no!" Grand Angel noticed and ran towards him.
Michael screeched like an animal as his back exploded into wings flying outwards.
Grand Angel reached out to grab him, but suddenly stopped in his place.
His body made out of space and stars began to fade and morph into more human colored skin and flesh.
Once his body was fully transformed, including features on his face, blood began to pour out of his mouth.
He slowly looked down, staring down at a blade piercing and penetrating his torso.
A black blade soaked in his blood that was changing from gold to red.
"My deepest sympathies Father. But I believe your reign deserves to come to an end." Ash-Shaytān whispered into his ear.
Ash-Shaytān pulled the blade out of his Father.
Grand Angel fell to his knees, staring forward with cold eyes while watching his children.
Michael, Raguel, Raphael, and Gabriel all stood stiff and stoic. Their backs erupting and sending blood flying out to reveal their wings that stood tall and proud, soaked in their own blood before covering their eyes.
Remiel fell backwards, sitting upwards as she stared at her corrupted siblings.
Her heart was pounding violently in her chest.
She crawled away slowly from pure fear.
Not sure what she was supposed to do or say or think.
"Brother? Sister? Can you hear me?" Remiel asked.
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Grand Angel
FantasyA being created by the blood of a dying God, later becoming the one who sets everything in motion. The one who really puts the entire Anomaly Saga into motion.
