Ananiel launches attack after attack, some being composed of energy forms I am familiar with, and some being wholly alien to me. I cannot hope to defeat this adversary by merely defending! I launch several more Doombolts, seeing as it seems to be the only attack that actually does significant and lasting damage to the angel. Its attacks, however, are extremely potent, and in attacking I leave myself vulnerable to a few bolts of what I evaluate to be superheated plasma, shredding my runic shielding and somehow completely bypassing my flux aura. In a bid for recovery time, I launch my spear at Ananiel. It pierces the divine being, leaving a gaping hole, but once again it vanishes and quickly reappears in a way wholly incomprehensible to me.

"Why are you doing this, angel? Wouldn't God rather send me to hell instead of immolating my soul completely?"

"He has deemed you are too dangerous to even allow to exist."

"Too dangerous for God? He is omnipotent! He could wipe me from existence with a wave of his hand!"

"I don't dare question him. I merely execute his will."

"Perhaps, but you execute his will with your own, and I think you will find my will quite unbreakable!"

In a desperate attempt to end the fight quickly, I leap onto Ananiel's spherical body and stab it multiple times with the primal cutter. It screams in pain and tries to once again vanish as it did before, but this time, I am holding onto it, and it takes me with it. My vision is a blur of colors and shapes before we rematerialize in a completely black void. I am still holding onto Ananiel, but I see it is connected by some sort of biological string to a massive, vaguely humanoid entity. The creature is gray and featureless, and almost one hundred times my size. Where its legs should be, its upper torso is connected to some sort of structure that appears to resemble a supernova. Attached to it are an uncountable amount of beings identical in appearance to the one I am holding onto.

This must be it! I was right in my assumption that the angel is four-dimensional! Every time I significantly damage one of these things, it replaces it with another one! It's within my capabilities to kill it now!

The massive gray creature, which must be the angel's main body, seems to have spotted me. It raises its colossal right arm and points towards me. A shifting bolt of distortion shoots towards me. I jump off of the false angel at the last second, causing the bolt to hit it instead. The faux angel warps and vanishes. Its attacks must send it back through the fourth dimension into the space of the fourth dimension our world lies. Without a means to traverse through this fourth stretch of space, I cannot allow myself to get hit. I quickly activate my thaumostatic harness and start flying towards Ananiel's real body, dodging the bolts of distorted space it shoots. Its body cackles with electricity and lightning. Enough to kill any normal biological or mechanical entity. I, however, am not susceptible to electricity. The charge simply stops at the taint my body is composed of, the substance not capable of conducting vis nor electricity.

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As I near its body, I dodge a massive swing of its arm.

"Come no further, mortal! Striking an angel's true body is heresy!"

"I do not care." I chuck my spear towards a glowing spot in Ananiel's chest. I sure hope that's a weak spot. It conjures several energy barriers, but the primal cutter pierces all barriers, whether magical or mundane, due to the void metal it is made out of emitting its own flux aura and its tip being a miniature flux rift that severs matter on the subatomic level. The spear hits right in the center of the glowing spot. Ananiel screams in agony for a while before suddenly stopping. Its body develops bright yellow cracks before the cracked portions of its now-dead body slowly float apart. The millions of false angels attached to it quickly shrivel up and detach from the main body. Holy shit. A wave of force explodes from the corpse and sends me flying back through the fourth dimension, and back into the normal world.

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As I lie on the ground regaining my bearings after such a bizarre battle, I hear the sound of the crimson cult approaching me on their horses.

"My lord! Are you alright?" Leviticus asks as he jumps off his horse and tends to me.

"I will live. The same cannot be said, however, for the angel."

"You... killed an angel?" Leviticus asks. "You killed an... angel."

"I would wager not for long. I doubt God would simply allow one of his strongest servants to simply die like that. He has the power to bring it back, after all. We should get going to The Belfry."

Leviticus nods, still worried about my health. Leland is stunned at my strength. As we resume our trek to The Belfry, I ponder the exchange that just transpired.

Is it wrong to kill an angel? Can I truly say I still love God if I go against his will so blatantly? And if God knows everything that will happen, why did he allow this to?

I realize that even with all of my knowledge, for all of my power, and even with the sixty thousand years of wisdom and experience I've had, I am nowhere close to deciphering the questions of the universe that are truly important.