Meanwhile, in Valgunne, the training grounds stood silent, filled with anticipation as Azael and Jaes prepared to spar once again. Azael gripped his katana, feeling the familiar weight in his hand, while Jaes spun his Draco twin blades with practiced ease. They exchanged a knowing glance—no words were needed as their intense sparring session was about to begin.
Azael's mind was focused on improvement, driven by the challenge ahead, while Jaes exuded a quiet confidence, ready to test his skills. Both stood poised for the clash.
Azael and Jaes: Go!
They charged at each other with incredible speed, their blades just moments from colliding when a sharp voice cut through the air. "Stop!" Eiravyn commanded, her voice stern and unyielding. The clash that was about to occur froze in its tracks as both Azael and Jaes skidded to a halt, their weapons inches from meeting.
They turned toward Eiravyn, frustration etched on their faces. "What!?" they both shouted in unison, clearly angered by the interruption.
Eiravyn: Look who's here.
Eiravyn pushed the door wider, revealing their unexpected guest. Azael's eyes widened in disbelief, his face lighting up with joy as he shouted, "Abigael!?"
There she stood—Abigael, the Celestial of the Sun—draped in a radiant, golden dress that shimmered like sunlight, perfectly complementing her flowing black hair. Her warm, serene smile filled the room with an almost tangible light.
"Hey, Zac," Abigael greeted casually, her voice as bright as her presence.
Azael couldn't contain himself. He squealed, then threw his hands up in excitement, shouting, "Ah, yeah!!"
The Fallen, the ones born, and the ones made, are those of Azazel, the Talented, symbolizing their true strength, the Whirlwind, the children of the fallen angel chief.
Time passed, and the group found themselves in the cozy living room, the atmosphere warm and inviting. Abigael and Vivienne were seated opposite Azael, Jaes, and Eiravyn on plush sofas, the soft light from the windows casting a golden hue across the room.
Iris, ever attentive, poured steaming cups of tea for Abigael, demonstrating her respect for the Celestial. The fragrant steam wafted up, carrying with it a sense of comfort and camaraderie. Azael couldn't help but glance over at Abigael, his excitement still bubbling beneath the surface, while Jaes exchanged knowing smiles with Eiravyn, he is curious about what this gathering might reveal, and who Abigael is as he looks at her, he notices how she lights up the room, and how majestic her presence is.
Eiravyn: I'm glad you could make it, Abigael.
Abigael: [Sis her tea] Yes, it is nice to see you, big sister. Tell me, Eiravyn...
Eiravyn: Eira.
Abigael: [Scoffs] Yes, but as the Celestial I tend to not disrespect you by not calling you by your full name
Eiravyn: It's not disrespect if I tell-if I ask you to call me by my short name, little sister.
Vivienne: [In frustration] You shall call Lady Abigael by her proper name.
Eiravyn: My apologies, Lady Celestial of the Sun.
Abigael: I...
They gasped as Azael slammed his hands on the table, his excitement evident in his wide eyes and bright smile.
"Wow, you look so awesome, Abigael! I've only heard of you!" he exclaimed, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.
Vivienne shot him a sharp glance. "Watch your tone!" she reprimanded, her voice firm but not unkind.
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The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc
FantasyIn 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...
