CHAPTER ONE: The War Unseen

Jehovah, Capacious, and Rel were ejected and slit three-ways outside of the invocation circle. They arrived at an empty open rock area. It was dark out, with only the illumination coming from a red moon hanging high above.

Jehovah politely questioned the star generals, “Where are we?” Capacious went into the ground like he did back in the corridors. In a friendly way, Jehovah asked Rel, “Since he doesn’t want to talk, Rel, do you know?” Jehovah looked for Rel, who was already beside him with a spiked baseball bat-like clubbing weapon in his hands, swinging and aiming for the headshot. "What the?" The baseball bat was an inch away from his face.

Jehovah dove underneath Rel’s weapon just for Capacious to grab at his legs. Jehovah jumped over and under, dodging both angels. He twisted and did a barrel roll out. Capacious tried to tackle God from the ground, but instead, he shot right up, missing the takedown attempt and landing by Rel. Jehovah faced the two, only about a foot away.

"I'm rusty,” Jehovah said playfully. “I’ll admit it."

Rel in his deep voice stated, “You’re more than just rusty. You’re a dying old man."

Jehovah tried to mask it the best he could but ended up coughing and covering his mouth with his gloved hand.

Rel interrogated God saying, "Passing out earlier in the chapel halls, when you were with your wife and child at home, was another blackout. What were you talking about with that little girl, Ariel? Something about how long it's been happening. Are you immortal?”

Jehovah astonished said, “How did you..."

Capacious connected the dots and answered him, “You didn’t notice, did you? We've been tailing you for days now." He scoffed, spitting on the ground. "What kind of God lets his guard down like that?”

“In the past, I'd like to imagine we still could’ve snuck up on ya, but I highly doubt it.” Rel positioned the metal bat past God’s face. “Ready for the hurt?”

"No," Jehovah said to them. “I’m sorry for whatever I did to you. All of you. I wish for everything to return to the way it was." Jehovah offered his hands to them. “Please, I cannot give you your wings back. That’s not how it works, Rel. You should know this the best. You were the greatest Archangel out of them all.” Jehovah turned his head to Capacious and said to him, “My dear boy, Capacious. Lucifer meddled with your mind. He taught you what he knew, and alone, you decided to take up arms. That was not his choice.”

He looked at the two as peas in a pod, woefully. Such heartache, such distress, and such strain are his infinite sorrows.

He continued, “Lucifer had his own decisions to make. Like, you two have decided today to kill me, and even before this, there was then. When you fought Michael, Capacious, and when you killed Ariel's brother, Rel, do you not remember those deeds being done? All those angels whom you two killed. You’ve been running for nothing. Take your punishments and come home. I beg of you.”

"Lucifer was right about you,” Capacious grittingly said. “This is not our home, and God does not beg. What we do not need is your lecturing right now."

He grabbed at his head, pulling hairs out.

Capacious recited words that were spoken to him by Lucifer: "If God is all powerful, then God cannot be all good. And if God is all good, then God cannot be all powerful." He added, "And I think all you ever were, was good."

Capacious turned his back toward God.

He laughed glaringly into the moon’s red embrace, activating his angelic gift, saying loudly for all to hear, “Blue Ban: Armistice!”

Jehovah raised his arm and took off his glove from his right hand.

"You leave me no choice. Again, I'm sorry," he apologized and said, "Level 1."

Jehovah released a blast with enough energy from his right hand to nuke the entire hemisphere of the region they were in. Several mushroom clouds were the result. Debris, smoke, and water-condensed vapors are all pushed up and out. Fire deep within the mushrooms suddenly turned blue. It was like it was getting frozen on the inside of a thermonuclear explosion, but it wasn’t. What was happening was the angelic gift, Blue Ban: Armistice.

The Armistice stands as an unspoken contract woven between two individuals, often the user and the intended recipient, but there were other unconventional ways Capacious knew how to use it. These clandestine contracts, or Blue Bans, unveil themselves as a subset of rules governing all tangible aspects. Should these agreements shatter, they become a canvas for Capacious to rewrite the accords of the armistice. Thus the very fabric of possibility. By breaching the unspoken accord, Capacious, to varying degrees, gains the ability to transcend boundaries and reshape reality.

Jehovah attacking Capacious broke the rules; thus, Capacious rewrote what happened and contained the godly explosion. The entire event that had occurred never actually happened, returning even the single pebble that was on the ground to the way it was.

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That very pebble was stomped under Rel's boot.

Rel swung his weapons again, but this time he used a technique called Boa, a form of ancient martial arts. He imbued the bat with pure angelic energies. God couldn’t move his feet; they were sinking under Capacious, whose hands were placed on the ground, reforming it. God had no choice but to block. He was successful; the attack was so strong that Jehovah’s hands were in his face and he was hit out of the park.

“Home run.” Rel said, shielding his eyes as if he were a professional baseball player, protecting from the sun’s glare.

Jehovah went through a few valleys before his feet touched land, and he began to stop.

He slid back and talked with his right hand. “Grab my old gear."

Jehovah's clothes were digitized and replaced. All white and blue carbon-fiber lightweight armors are tailored to his build perfectly.

Capacious and Rel were running towards God, who cracked at his neck and walked towards them.

Jehovah's posture changed, and the way he walked wasn’t the same. He looked down, and his face couldn’t be seen. It was too dark. His blue eye brightens, and a single light trail or streak of blue light continuously moves with him.

Both Capacious and Rel used Boa. Imbuing their attacks with angelic energies.

Jehovah charged his right hand. His entire arm was solid blue, full of energy, and glowing. He did not study Boa or any other angelic fighting styles. He was stubborn when he was younger, and, well, he fought. A real brawler, God was. He clashed with the two.

The physical attacks seemed to have been canceled out by how equally strong they were. Rel and Capacious could match God; they knew it and also understood they had to end this as fast as possible. He was getting serious now.

God hit the floor below, and the ground dismantled, popping the two opponents up into the air.

Rel pushed off the air and extended his bat as far back as he could for the maximum amount of torque. God blocked and was hit through a large rock structure. God picked up a few small rocks getting back up.

“Rail gun.” He said, throwing the rocks as hard as he could at Rel.

The force propelled, from which the pebbles left his hand, gelled into a substance of plasma and appeared as light beams, but again, they were rocks that he tossed. It directly hit Rel, who didn’t see the attack coming. It was like a shotgun blast; he flew several feet up into the air. He focused all his angelic energies on healing properties. Regenerating slowly.

I should have thrown it at Capacious, Jehovah thought.

He was the real pest. A reality warper to the degree Lucifer was at his high point in power. He could not manipulate the anti-matters and dark matters of the universe like his master could, but he was always progressing. And Capacious, at this moment of time alone, could challenge God. He was equal to Lucifer with the Law Defyer by now.

The Blue Ban’s could have been any one restriction at the time. This time it was if Rel was hit, and the Blue Bans were not protecting him.

God took equal damage to Rel, but he stood up right and began to immediately heal.

Capacious magically flew over to God without his wings.

God questioned Capacious, “How are you doing that?”

Capacious replied from the skies, “I could ask you the same thing? You don’t have wings either, but you fly, and I won't let the mere fact that my wings are clipped keep me from obtaining power." Capacious glanced at Rel. “I'm not like him.” He continued, “All I want is your death. Nice and simple, right?"

“Right.” God said, seamlessly teleporting behind the angel.

Capacious smiled and said, “If you move.”

God grabbed hold of the Capacious from behind. He suplexed him out of the sky, crashing onto the ground and destroying everything.

God unfastened his grip and menacingly said, “If I move, what? You’ll blow both of us up." Capacious was on all fours, coughing up blood. He was going back into the ground. "No, you don't.” Jehovah said, literally grabbing the angel, who was already in the ground like a looney toon's character. He picked the angel up by his collar and kicked his butt, and Capacious went up and passed the skyline and into the cosmos.

God put his hands on his forehead, using them as a visor saying, “Now that’s a home run.”

The entire sky lit up like the aurora borealis, and streaks of angelic energies ebbed from the heavens. Shooting stars were raining down on God.

“I am standing at the gates of heaven, but I am not let in! I gave my life to you; we all did," was shouted out. It could be heard echoing off everything. "Blue Ban: Armistice..."

“What’s happening now?” God said, peering into the sky.

Jumping up a pile of rubble, he sat down crisscross applesauce to witness the spectacle.

In a moment of anticipation and chaos, miles away, there were angels who saw the falling stars and kissed under the event. But soon things turned sour, and the shooting stars looked so large that the collateral damage surely would have killed them too.

There were rumblings, and Jehovah had seen enough. He got up and cracked his knuckles. He charged his hand like before, and his arm turned blue.

“Let me show you why I alone am God." He threw his arm back and tensed up as hard as he could. His arm was shaking; to keep it stable, he wrapped his left hand around it and vice-gripped his shoulder. “Level 0.” He said this, shooting his arm out and punching the very air that obliterated the shooting stars. The noise it created was so warped that it came off as distorted bass. To the angels in the distance, it sounded like an offbeat drumline or a bad marching band.

All that was left of the asteroid-like objects was blue dust that was sprinkled gradually from the sky. Everything was peaceful and beautiful once again. The scenery looked as if it had been pulled from a happily ever after story. The angels kissed again as magical dust rained down on them.

Capacious, who was in the clouds, was hit by the punch and fell out roughly 500 kilometers away.