There was once a time when there was no such thing as humans. Going back tens of thousands of years there were realms, most prominently were the holy and the profane. Constantly their forces would clash, day in and day out. It was just simply a part of their nature as they didn't share the same ideals as one another. The people of the holy realm sought to bring love, harmony and friendship between them and the other realms while the people of the profane realm sought only to bring death, fear and grief to everyone and anyone who crossed their path, this was the beginning of how the first battle of the gods ever came to pass.
Each realm had their own domains which served as each sides forces, each side consistently attempting to take control of many of the others domains, thus causing massive amounts of casualties on each side. This was as far as it ever went, until the deity known as Minos orchestrated an act of genocide upon the holy realm. Minos, deeming the people of the holy realm to be nothing but lowly beings, not worthy of his time, decided that play time was over. Lounging over his throne, he relished at the prospect of soon seeing the holy realm crumble before him while breaking out into maniacal laughter, Minos, then called in a few of his royal guard. Announcing his decision to strike the holy realm, he ordered his guard, Lucifer and Beelzebub to gather their factions of the wicked, and prepare to strike, before noting that it was not time for him to enter the fray just yet.
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Into the holy realm, St. Michael who had been sparring with his son, Gabriel, began to feel uneasy. Noting how it was strange that there had been no recent movements from the profane realm, fearing that something terrible was on the horizon, he announces a meeting between him and the twelve holy saints. Gabriel, seemed to be taken aback by his fathers behaviour, asking him what was wrong. St. Michael reassured his son that he was alright before telling him that he had some important business to take care of. Arriving at the meeting, he saw that many of the saints were absent, upon noticing this, he demanded to know where they were. Five of the twelve had showed up, St. Christopher who was rank fourth strongest of the twelve scoffed demanding to be let go, saying how there was no need for the meeting. Michael, confessed his fears to them worried that the profane were planning something that would destroy the balance between the realms. St. Joseph who was also present at the meeting asked Michael, what could the profane possibly do to upset the balance before announcing that the meeting was just a waste of his time before attempting to leave. Michael stood in his path, blocking the exit before begging Joseph to listen to him. At that exact moment there was a loud clashing sound that rang out from beyond the room. Running outside, Michael and everyone else present, stared in awe as they gazed up at the newly formed hole that now decorated the sky.