World Of Ascenders

Chapter:0

Chapter:0
Conversaion Between Angels

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Heaven, located in the Netherworld, the plane where all good souls that have passed on reside for eternity, a giant tree that's height reaches the clouds was located in the middle of a colourful flower meadow. There, a figure was present.

The figure was white, pure white. His hair was white, his clothing's colour, his cloak, was white, his iris was also coloured white and his skin was fair as snow. The person radiated an aura of complete purity, like a being immune to all tainted things.

In front of him was an orb, floating in midair. Inside the orb, images could be seen, changing by the minute. They changed from seems of wars, destruction, murder, suffering and more negative aspects of life. The person face was expressionless, only to become saddened after he looked away from it.

"Are you still watching the feather, Jibril?" said by a voice from above. Jibril looked at the direction of the voice and saw a woman floating in the air. She had the same coloured cloak as Jibril but her features were different. She had golden hair and eyes, and there where a pair of wings behind her, made of golden light. She slowly landed on the ground and her wings dispersed.

Jibril looked at her and mouth curved into a smile as he said, "Why do you always appear as a woman every time I see you, have you started to like this form, Mikaela?"

"The children like this appearance more, like having a kind and gentle mother that cares and loves them pleases them a lot," Mikaela replied. "And that does not answer my question?"

"No, I was viewing the events caused by the feather," Jibril replied with a saddened face. "Nothing good ever happened when it appeared."

"That's because nobody with good intentions had never gotten a chance to have the feather," Mikaela said out of comfort. "I am sure that when it falls into the hands of a person who wants to use it well, only good things will happen."

"I hope so as well," replied Jibril.

He always felt like this, seeing that his creation causing these things never brought him any peace. He can never forget that day he was told to make it.

One trillion years ago, Almighty Creator command him to make an object with similar powers to him, the Archangel of Fate, Jibril. Under his lord's command, he created the feather, containing the power of fate within it and released it to the living plane. Almighty Creator told him he made him do this for the good of his creations and had an important reason behind it. He told Jibril that he will see it one day.

But the Devil had other plans. He whispers in the ears of mankind to that the who will have the feather will have complete control power over fate, causing fights and wars to occur between Almighty's creations, causing more pain, suffering and more souls will be sent to Hell, punished for evil deeds they have done. Because of this, the feather never brought Jibril any peace.

Angels are Almighty's most powerful creations, that have no freewill. But they can think and also feel emotion. They can get angry, happy, sad and express all other types of emotions as well.

Jibril always​ wondered what his Almighty Creator meant, that it will do good to his creations in the living plane. So far, it hasn't done anything good.

"Wait, there will be a day it will bring good and you will finally find peace in your heart, our Lord said the same thing to you when he saw you worry about it," Mikaela said as she was cheering him up.

"I just wish it happens soon, or this burden I have will always remain​....." Jibril had just finished his sentence when he sensed something which shocked him to his core.

Mikaela sensed the change in Jibril asked him in worry, "What's wrong, did something happen?"

"The feather..................., it resonating with someone's fate," Jibril replied in suprise.

This was the first this had ever happened, seen he created the feather. Even if someone had the feather, it was useless if in there hands if they could not resonate with, forming a bond with it. Even if none could use it, they would not allow anyone else having it, fearing someone could use it's power, causing all this war.

Now, the feather that has never bonded to anyone, was now forming one. Jibril needed to see who it was.

He brought the orb close to him, using it to find the person who had the feather. Light appeared in it as an image started to form. When the image was finally formed and clear, a figure could be seen inside, the feather in his hand.