The gargantuan fortress loomed over the desolate planet. Beings of all kinds, from hundreds of worlds, trekked up the great roads, bringing food and gunpowder and nameless materials into the mountain of stone, its walls soaring thousands of feet high. It was the fortress of Lord Asriel, preparing to wage war on The Republic of Heaven itself.
Alheim was an angel under the rule of Metatron, The Regent of Heaven. The Authority had grown old over the countless years, and weak. A single gust of wind could break him, and he was barely sentient. Metatron had once been his second in command, and had begun slowly sapping all the power from The Authority, until he was the true ruler of the Clouded Mountain, the mobile mountain fortress where the Republic was housed. He continued with The Authorities quest to establish the Church as the ruling faction in the infinite multiverse, and mold the world to his desire. Asriel was the only mortal to ever challenge The Authority. His army was formidable, but next to the angels it was barely anything. Asriel needed away into the Mountain. And Alheim was going to give it to him.
