A/N: it's just an idea that I just suddenly have trying to imagine the mc having a trailer of his own just a spur of the moment, its also a tease for what might happen but that'll depend whether I'll make it canon or not.
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Trailer Title: "URIEL - The Unseen Hand"
A low, haunting choir hums as faint golden embers drift through the darkness.
A whisper, neither a man's nor a woman's, echoes through the void.
"He walks among you... yet he belongs to no one."
CUT TO:
A desolate battlefield. Bodies litter the ground, their faces twisted in frozen screams.
The wind howls as the camera moves over the devastation.
At the center, a figure stands-cloaked, motionless, bathed in flickering light.
His features remain obscured, but his presence is undeniable.
"No records. No past. No origin. Only a name... Uriel."
FLASH CUTS:
- A shadow slipping through a city bathed in neon, vanishing into the fog.
- A hand brushing against an ancient scripture, causing the ink to shift and writhe.
- A pair of ethereal wings flickering into existence before dissolving into mist.
- A voice, distorted and urgent: "He is everywhere... and nowhere."
FADE TO BLACK.
A new voice, deep and calm, speaks. "Some say he is divine judgment. Others believe he is a myth. But I tell you..."
CUT TO: The crackling of chains. A bound prisoner looks up in terror.
Uriel is there, face hidden beneath a hood. The prisoner stammers, "You... you don't exist."
Uriel tilts his head slightly. "And yet, here I stand."
MONTAGE:
- A duel at the edge of the cosmos, swords clashing, stars trembling.
- Uriel standing in a ruined cathedral, rain pouring as stained glass windows shatter.
- An army kneeling before him, fear in their eyes.
- The silhouette of wings stretching against the backdrop of a burning world.
SLOW FADE TO: The final scene.
Uriel stands alone in the void, his hand raised.
Resting within his palm is Amphoreus, a living world, glowing with life yet trembling in his grasp.
He gazes down at it with cold, unreadable eyes.
His voice is steady.
Unyielding.
Absolute.
"As all things were made, so too can all things be unmade... starting with you."
*CRACK.*
A faint tremor runs through the world in his grasp.
A single heartbeat of silence. Then-
"Thus saith divine providence."
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A/N: and that's all for todays chapter, I hope you all have enjoyed and I'll see you all in the next update, Author Out.
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A Guardian's Misadventure
FanfictionImbued with a power from beyond, what's a lost soul to do in an unfamiliar world not it's own?
