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Slay the Gods
0: In the Beginning

0: In the Beginning

10,000 B.C.

Earth

The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with not a single cloud in sight. The sun shone down upon the land, illuminating the earth with its warm brightness. Suddenly, in the midst of this tranquil scene, figures began to emerge from the sky. One by one they came out of nowhere, floating effortlessly in mid-air.

Each of them was massive in size, nearly blotting out the sun with their titanic forms. They all were unique, with different shapes and colors that defied common understanding.

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“So these are the ones that Father has chosen?” A blue-skinned solemn being spoke up as he took in the mortals down below toiling away at their tasks. Gabriel, the Messenger of God, his Left Hand, Master of the Winds, and Seraphim of the highest order in the Heavenly Host took in everything without saying another word.

“They look weak and puny,” a harsh, brutal voice declared, who turned out to be a reddish being with red smoldering eyes. Amenadiel, God’s Fury, Master of War, and most powerful of the Seraphim crossed his hands over his chest in contempt. Down below the primitive people finally noticed the entities high up above.

“I feel so sad for them. Their lives are so fleeting,” a child-like being shook her head in sorrow. Azrael, deliverer of souls, Mistress of Death, and deadliest among the Seraphim looked close to tears. The humans below pointed and gaped in fascination, unable to comprehend the otherworldly beings above them.

“Why should you feel sad for them?” a metallic grey-colored being asked with a sneer on her angelic face. “They are pathetic creatures that are not worthy of our time!” Raguel, the Great Arbiter of God, Mistress of Justice, and high adjudicator among the heavenly host stated while turning her nose up in disgust at the humans who started creating a hubbub and came out in droves from their huts and took them in the angels in all their wondrous glory.

“I don’t know about you sister, but I find them to be soo cute~” a pink-colored being gushed as she cupped her cheeks. Sophia, bringer of joy, Mistress of Love, and most beautiful among the Seraphim watched the humans as they started bowing down in supplication towards them and crying out in worship.

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“Despite their limitations, they do possess some potential and will achieve many great things during their brief time on this earth” A purple-hued being with a soft smile on his face spoke up. Jeremiel, God’s Mercy, Master of dreams and prophecies, wielder of the Staff of Life, and most astute of Seraphim. He observed a few humans who stood apart from their peers, regarding the scene with doubt and concern.

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With a soft popping sound, another angel arrived, his ebony skin was etched with a deep frown. “What are you doing here?” asked Remiel, the silent Watcher on the wall, Master of Apocalypse, and holder of the Book of Enoch. “Our Lord’s orders were clear! Don’t interfere with the affairs of the mortals. And look what you've done,” he pointed down at the people who were clearly on their way to starting a new religion as they were already in the midst of gathering material to build a shrine in honor of the celestial beings.

“Brother, the fault lies completely on me,” a new voice cut in. Floating down towards the group was a golden being with blinding white radiance spilling out of him. Michael, God’s Right hand, Master of Light, Leader of the heavenly host, and oldest Seraphim smiled brightly at his siblings.

"It was I who let my curiosity get the best of me, and convinced my siblings to come observe these humans with me."

Sighing wearily, Remiel didn’t begrudge his brother and remained silent.

Gabriel on the other hand didn’t hold his tongue. “Remiel’s concerns are well-founded, brother. The memory of this event today shall remain stuck in their collective consciousness for a very long time. There is a reason why we are commanded not to interfere. I wouldn’t be surprised if we pop up numerous times in their histories and myths.”

“So what,” the Angel of Justice snorted. “They should be worshiping us and the very ground we literally walk upon.”

“In the end, none of this matters!” Jeremiel asserted with a far-off look in his eyes. “This will all come to an end soon, and they shall be forced to play to the dark machination of thirsting gods.”

“Watch your tongue, brother, or I shall have it.” Amenadiel turned to glare at his sibling. “These are great beings that you speak of which our Lord Father is amongst.”

“Indeed,” Michael sighed heavily. “Nevertheless, it's quite sad to see a whole race’s fate sealed as such.”

“Careful now, brother, you sound like a certain traitor,” Raguel raised a single eyebrow in warning.

“All life must sadly come to an end,” Azrael melancholically expressed. “If this should be their fate, then so be it.”

“Who knows, maybe they can overcome all the challenges that await them,” Sophia uttered, adding a bit of hope to the conversation.

“That is unlikely, sister,” Remiel said with a shake of his head. “It has been countless eons, and we all know how it plays out.”

“Regardless, we must head back to the Silver City before our absence is soon noticed,” Gabriel declared.

“What makes you think father doesn’t know where we are already?” Jeremiel asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Go ahead. I will join you all soon,” Micheal nodded to his sibling as they turned around and disappeared one by one. Soon only he remained with an unreadable look in his face as he gazed down at the humans.

With a silent whisper under his breath, before long Micheal was also gone, leaving only an awestruck and reverent group of humans behind. It wouldn’t be long before word would spread of these great beings who graced the earth with their presence.

And thus, the memory of that fateful day would live on forever as it would be passed down through the generations as many depictions of these higher beings would pop up throughout history over and over again until the day they shall meet once again...