As Above So Below

Chapter 6

                Years have passed since middle school, and alas, Kcalb and Etihw were passed school years. Etihw’s hair had grown so long to the point it almost reached the floor, and Kcalb himself had a small ponytail. He wore black almost constantly, but he wore a black buttoned jacket that buttoned in two rows of three; buttons that looked like diamonds. He also wore a black belt over it as well, with black dress pants and shoes. His wings and tails had grown drastically through the course of those years, to the point where he had to fold up his wings to walk through doorways. However, with a perfected understanding of his powers, he created a cape that, however could not be removed, would fuse his wings and tails into something he could wear. It matched perfectly with his dark apparel, and it had fur along the top.

Etihw, however, corresponded by wearing all white. She had a white dress that touched the floor, and could be longer if she were taller, and a cape that buttoned up across her neck. Her crown of diamonds still remains, and she had six diamonds floating around her shoulders at all times. Her dress even had diamond designs on it; diamonds played a fundamental role with these gods. Kcalb, however, being an exception, and being allowed to wear diamonds as well. By choice, however, he only chose to wear a few; he knew he wasn’t like them, and he didn’t want to be like them by having diamonds all over his clothes.

At this day and age, Kcalb began to realize a true meaning about himself that he thought he would never understand. Day by day, he began to think as to why he was put here. True, his parents abused him, but he had been here for thousands of years. Wasn’t about time they send him back? He started to feel as if they were trying to confine him; to make him their own and have him under their control. He was a child then, of course he wouldn’t understand, but now, he felt as if he understood everything. They only wanted him here so that they could conquer, and take territory that was rightfully his away from him by fooling him into it. Just thinking about it made him angry.

One day, this day, was the day the peace was to be wrecked for ages to come. Kcalb appeared in front of Etihw through a storm of crows, and stared into her eyes. She smiled gracefully, and said,

“Ah, Kcalb… what brings you here?”

Kcalb snarled.

“You should know what brings me here. You are god.”

Etihw’s smile seemed to grow, and she put her hands together behind her back. Did she not know? She had taken the throne after her father, with three hundred and sixty five others running up.

“I know I am, but do you think I would want to trespass into your timeline to find my answer?”

Kcalb was silent, before speaking up.

“I know what you’re trying to do to me, and I don’t like it,”

Etihw simply watched him.

“If anything, you’re trying to manipulate me. I cannot believe I had not figured this out sooner… and I’m leaving. Forever.”

After his cold sentence, her eyes widened.

“What? What are you saying? We are not manipulating you in any way!”

“SILENCE!”

He shouted, as he subconsciously and without knowing, began to growl.

“Don’t play tricks on me. I’ll take my rightful place as king in hell, and we will fight. A war will begin… it’s all your fault. You evil angels… evil gods. Your worse than my family could ever be.”

His voice was brought to a snarl, and he vanished in another swarm of crows. The lady was silent, before turning around towards the castle.

“War… has begun, Kcalb.”

…

Back in ‘hell’, or as he renamed it, Schwarz, the streets and palace were empty. Upon entering his castle, he put his hands out and changed the scenery to a cryptic shade of black. There were no red hues, no lights; just darkness. His throne was fit for a king, and he made some minor alterations to it to look as if it had come from a different century. As he sat down with Ater and Arbus in his lap, he heard what he swore was a baby’s crying. Standing up and groaning, he walked around the palace to find a child wrapped in blankets. He had a dark hue of grey hair, and a halo over a little ahoge. An angel.

“Who sent you to me?”

Kcalb said, before reading a small note that slipped out from the child’s hands. Picking it up, he read it.

‘Dear Kcalb Julius Noir,

This is your brother, Wodahs Noir. We’re sorry we cannot be here to tell you this ourselves; we have been captured by the gods and put to trial. It is inevitable if we will live, but if we do not, we want you to take care of him as we had taken care of you.

Love,

Belinda Janine Noir’

This… angel, was of his blood? This was his? His brother? Blasphemy, he said. Calling Ater and Arbus, he instructed them to take this to the palace above. He wanted nothing to do with this child. Ater and Arbus did as they were told, and wrote a mock letter, saying,

‘Dear Lady Etihw,

Kcalb doesn’t want this child, and wants you to take care of it.

Love,

Ater and Arbus!’

They giggled and snickered all the while when delivering the message, and left the child on the doorstep and ringing the doorbell; just like a prank. They ran back off to a portal Kcalb had opened for them, and jumped through to find themselves in front of Kcalb’s throne, where he was waiting for them.

“Did you carry out the deed?”

He asked them. The two girls nodded. He smiled a devious smile, and praised them for their work. It was nice ruling a kingdom where you were the king, and nothing could stand in your way. Up with the angels and gods, they told him everything he needed to do and controlled him, but now, he was fighting against that control, and went to the side he should have stayed on since the beginning. A demon should have never been up with creatures of good; they should have let him suffer down here until he was king. These were his true colors; this is who he was, and he liked it.

Up above, Etihw was getting her army together, and telling everyone about the unfortunate news. Rigatona was overjoyed that there was a war where she could fight and obliterate demons, but some others weren’t as up to it. Lost, Yosaflame, and Cranber reported to Kcalb as directed by Etihw, and the four demons gathered up recruits from all over. They were strong, festive, everything Kcalb wanted. Lost was up to the idea; angels had always gotten on his nerves.

Ater and Arbus were to assist as well. Even as Kcalb was getting older, he began to see the frequent mistakes they made, and showed no mercy. They didn’t seem to mind, however; they found it humorous. The armies were already put together, but did not fight until Kcalb’s word, which was millennia later, after Kcalb had tried to destroy the castle himself. By this point, Wodahs was already old enough to fight, and he was the head angel of Etihw’s fleet, and was assigned a helper, whose name was Grora.

After Kcalb said his word, the war began, and peace was no such thing.