Lucifer was not only lost in the sea of bookshelves, but in the tome he now held, as well.
Well, good luck to him to find his way back, I guess…
Brotherly Dispute
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Long ago, the King of Angels declared war upon the Demon Lord—a clash whispered of in prophecy and dreaded in the hearts of all who knew what their wrath could bring.
These were no mere rulers, no fleeting monarchs of fragile flesh and bone.
They were primordial forces, titanic beings who had participated in the very shaping of the world itself.
The Demon Lord, in a moment of terrible frustration, drove his fist into the ocean’s surface.
The impact was cataclysmic.
The abyss itself recoiled, waters splitting as the sea floor groaned beneath his fury.
The earth twisted and contorted, molten veins bursting forth in defiance, until at last, something colossal was born—Furros, the Titan of Fire.
A volcano so massive it crowned the heart of the Pacifistic Ocean, rising 6,031 meters into the heavens.
And yet, even at such heights, it dared not pierce the clouds, as though fearful of… something.
But the Angel King? His response was no less terrifying.
Near the newborn volcano, he chose an island to bear one of his feathers—an object so deceptively simple, yet brimming with an unfathomable myst.
The moment it touched the land, the very essence of nature shifted.
Trees shed their mortal green, their leaves turning a blinding angelic white, infused with holy radiance.
Then, with hands that had sculpted the firmament and cradled the storms, the Angel King did the impossible.
In his endless elegance, he sank his fingers into the very bedrock of the land.
With a mere flourish, he lifted it from the ocean’s grasp, as easily as one might pluck a petal from a flower.
He spun the landmass upon his fingertip, toying with it, showing off to his twin brother in a moment of celestial arrogance.
And then, with an effortless flick of his wrist, he hurled it skyward, a mountainous mass of rock and soil meant to plummet back into the sea.
But it never fell.
Instead, it ascended.
The feather’s divine magic had become the island's core, challenging the very laws of nature.
Gravity loosened its grip.
The land, now bathed in celestial radiance, broke free from the planet’s pull, rising higher and higher until it reached legend itself.
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Thus, the first floating island was born—a kingdom suspended between the heavens and the mortal plane, an eternal testament to the Angel King's supremacy.
One would simply fall to their knees from just imagining what a fight between these two titans would look like!
Best case scenario? Only half the world is reduced to ruin.
Worst? — Unimaginable. But when their fists first met, even neighboring planets will tremble!
And yet, for all their power, for all their godlike feats, there was one truth the Angel King and the Demon Lord had forgotten:
The world does not tolerate gods lightly.
The land trembled beneath their feet—not in fear, but in rage.
The very bones of the earth recoiled, as though it could feel the violation, as though it recognized its defilement.
And it fought back.
It spat something out.
A calamity unlike any the cosmos had ever known.
A human hero.
Not born of heaven.
Not born of hell.
But from the defiance of the world itself.
A being whose very existence was an indomitable cry against the warring gods who had stained the world with their arrogance.
The time had come for the divine to kneel.
For the might of immortals to be humbled before the sheer resilience of mortality!image [https://i.imgur.com/H3DUya9.png]
Lucifer stumbled through the cluttered room, his footsteps faltering as he weaved between chairs and tables, his gaze never leaving the book in his hands. He was lost in its pages, as if the world around him no longer existed. It took a solid minute, but eventually, he found his way to Kai.
"All right! About the—" he began, but his words were cut off by the sound of an excited voice.
"Man! You gotta read this! It's so epic!" Luke's voice was almost manic, but his eyes never shifted from the pages, glued to the story like it was the most precious thing in the world.
Kai sighed, his patience visibly thinning as he turned to Lucifer. “What'chu reading there, buddy?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, but Lucifer, oblivious, didn’t pick up on it.
"It's the coolest novel ever, man! Let me finish, and I'll lend it to you!" Lucifer replied, excitement coloring his voice.
Kai's sigh was louder this time, and he leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, can ya do me a favor, mate?"
"Huh? What?" Lucifer didn't even look up, too absorbed in the tale unfolding before him.
"Tell me the title of the novel, please?" Kai asked, his voice oozing exasperation, but his eyes fixated on the cover’s wild pictures—its text only raising their level of grandiose!
Lucifer, still blissfully unaware of Kai's sarcasm, carefully closed the tome, a slight frown of concentration on his face. "Yeah, sure. I actually skipped that part myself!"
With a dramatic flourish, he turned the book around, “Man! It has more than you think! Demons, Shadow Monster, Giant Star-Eating Worms, A Robot that went rogue, Angels! The stuff!”
He finally reached the cover.
It’s golden title, simply read as:
"Historical Events"