The Key Of Shiganshima

I-End Of The Armageddon

A furious battle was nearing it's end. The sky that bled black liquid was now scrolling back to the abyss of the Hell. Kenny known as Lucifer was shoved down to the Hole of the darkness. The victorious archangel Michael, Grisha, was now at the side of his dying wife. It was indeed a long and tiring battle but none matter to Grisha. Those demons took her away and he couldn't even save her. As he scooted closer to Carla, a bright blinding light came out of her womb. "God has permitted our love, dear *cough* he even gave as a blessing. Take care of him for me." she coughed more blood before smiling. "He looks just like you. What shall we call him?" Grisha's voice was at the point of breaking. The words were clogging up his throat and he struggled to speak with his beloved wife. "Eren. He will be the future of the world. A light that will shine through every dark corners. Just like Ke..." Grisha shushed her, he couldn't bare to hear the name of that traitor. The one who detest the humans more than anything in this world and even go against God. "He's not really evil Grisha. You need to forgive him and let him show the goodness in the humans. Please for me dear don't fight each other. I'm sure Eren will help him too. He just need to realize it and......"

Carla's hand fell down, eyes shut down peacefully. Small lights emerged from her body like fireflies that twinkle in the starless night. She was slowly fading and all that's left was the twinkle of the lights, beautiful. As if Eren understands what was happening he cried very loud. Grisha looked at his now weeping son. Tears streamed down his face and all he could do was hug the newborn child close to him. "Please stop crying. Mommy just went somewhere far." he cooed. But the reality hurts. The angels become one with the universe as particles when they die. Meaning they disappear like bubbles out of thin air. They cannot be resurrected like humans. They just ceased to exist.

"Grisha, my beloved angel. I will let your son live a peaceful life as a human or he could become your successor. Choose whatever you think will made him better." A deep dominating voice erupted from heavens. Making the ground rumble as it heard the thunder like voice of its creator. Powerful, Screaming of Authority. Dominance over everything. It was terrifying. The absolute supremacy that it held made every living being tremble. "My lord. You have given me and my wife such blessings and even permitted us to love, in your guidance. I may never want him to suffer but all will be decided with your decisions. I don't really want to decide. You have given us everything and deciding this on my own would be too much. So I left the future of this child in your hands my Supreme Lord." The archangel humbly decline his offer. He was giving him too much of what he couldn't ask and everything was thanks to the Lord.

"Very well. My commander of thousands of angels, you have proven your worthy so all of the blessings I gave you was worth giving. Grisha Jaeger with the title of being the archangel Michael, ruler of the other archangel, commander of my soldiers, I hereby grant your son to live a normal life. He will be living with the humans and when the time has come for him to come here to live with us, you are going to escort him back." It was his final words before Eren floated in the air. Grisha wiped his tears and gaze to his son,  who was floating up and up to the sky. The thankful Archangel commamded his surviving legion with a new-found strength. His voice was not stuttering anymore. It held superiority to it, to show that he never faltered. To show them hope and the victory was theirs. The twilight was already in its peak. Hues of blue, orange, red, violet are dancing in the sky majestically. The mighty sun that was caged in the darkest prison was now smiling to the world. Freedom coursed in everybody, in humans, angels, animals. The war finally ended.

Fallen angels retreated to the depths of Earth, where no one could ever reach it. Turning into what we know demons, when they turned towards the creator. They become hideous monster with bat like wings and tails. A domain with fierce splashing of fires and molten rocks that any volcano in the world would be ashamed of. It has a stream where the sinners soul flows mindlessly towards their new torturous home. It was sealed with a large bronze gates with pentagrams and black crosses inverted down. Huge black veins with thorns wrapped into its base and to its hinges, extending towards the blood red sky. A large red flaming dog with three heads growls viciously and tears anyone who tries to escape Hell. It has collars that each head had domains of who or whatnot to enter or comes out. The one with long droopy ears governs the incoming souls, the second one governs the permission to enter and to let someone inside to come out, the third one protects the gate to intruders who wants to destroy the gates or to the ones who wants to get out. The third one was the most powerful and scary of them all. He rips soul apart and puts them back inside to continuously tortured the escaping soul. Nothing escapes his sharp eyes which glows tantalizingly like the topaz. An escort rows their boats towards the stream and presents the sinner. Cerberus the Hell's guard dog sometimes shifts into a human form and reads the sins committed by the corrupted soul. Although when in his human form he doesn't have three heads, he does have three personality.  In which the one who reads the sins is the most gentle and friendliest of them all, he called himself Nanaba. The monotonous looking Eld was the most strict. While the most fearful personality was called Mike. They ensure any soul that goes in never leaves. God placed Cerberus there. With no choice of being a guard dog of Hell he hated God too. So from time to time he releases demons to wreck havoc on Earth. Tempting humans to commit sins.