Behind the gates of the ninth heaven, at a place most hidden, where only the pure could reside, those of El gathered to steer the fates of uncountable souls.

At the forefront stood Mikha'El, the very picture of what was the most holy, his golden armor outshining anyone who would dare to compare to him. A strict guardian of heaven who did not hesitate to do what he had to, ready to protect the very essence of divinity against all enemies.

Next to him stood Gabri'El. Less armored, his image looked benevolent, but anyone could see immense strength hidden behind his eyes. His will strong as the heaven itself.

The last of El was like poison when compared to the two, his wings shining not as bright as theirs, his body almost casting a shadow despite all the light present. The reddish light emanating from him seemed to create shadows instead of banishing them like the other two. He looked lean, almost unhealthily so, but there could not be any doubts about his might. The body forged by eons of battle, his name was Samma'El and he was the last of the three.

Mikha'El, who ruled in heaven.

Samma'El, lording over hell.

Gabri'El, the guardian of the founding principles of divinity itself.

The three of them gather to discuss the direction of the universe . . .

"Fuck you, you are cheating again Gabri'El!" Samma'El shouted and reached for the accused with his hand, but he was unable to grab him, as he was too quick.

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"Do not swear while you are in heaven Samma'El." Mikha'El rebuked him and for a second, the light coming from him grew in intensity.

"Fuck you Mikha'El, you will not order me around." Mikha'El frowned at him even more.

"And you Gabri'El, stop cheating!" He turned at the last of the three who was staring at a dice in front of them.

"There can be no cheating, as all who sin go to hell. All receive what is due, so there can be no imbalance at all as long as the system itself stands uncorrupted." Gabri'El replied calmly.

"No way, I do not want you in hell so . . "

"That is your problem, but we should discuss the expansion already." Gabri'El cut Samma'El off and the two looked at him like he had just ordered them to wash the dishes. "The plan is already in place, we just need to wait for more souls to cross over."

"Is it really necessary? We have good balance already." Mikha'El remembered the last report and there was no net loss in the number of souls.

"They are a threat, we need to teach them a lesson." Gabri'El said firmly and Mikha'El just looked at him for some time without any answer.

"He left?!" Mikha'El turned his head, the place where Samma'El had stood a second ago was empty. The next moment, Mikha'El understood why, when Gabri'El got into his monologue.

"We cannot trust numbers too much, because much is hidden that way. Take a standard society of mortals, morals make you little profit, to the point only profit measured by numbers seem to matter, but societies that morally collapse will not be able to thrive economically for long. To follow just numbers measuring your gains is like diagnosing illness only by measuring temperature. You can tell what is going on at the given moment, but any predictions of future will fail. "

"Yeah, he left. He has no patience as always." Gabri'El shook his head. "The path of the Arcane Universe consumes souls, combining them with twisted magic. There can be no peace with them. "

Mikha'El stared at the empty spot where the third of El had been a minute ago.

"That means I will be in charge of the operation. When shall we begin?" Mikha'El stretched his body.

"Soon enough."