Floating thoughts dance together once deeply woven tight a strong standing will is formed. By that will, a forming desire shall they make a wish, and onbirth the sight of light. The first of many vessels, and the first of many angels. Those who’s wishes escalate will be granted the strength to protect that they cherish. Those among them, the four archangels that protect the seven heavens. Though not all archangels are born, sometimes one's very soul will change to achieve their desire. This is the story of the fifth archangel. Before the rise of man, before the fall of angels, before the rebirth of heaven, and far before the seeds of Eden, god had retired from his throne to watch his first creations grow. To his mistake he wept again, the flower he hoped to bloom would still not survive on its own. Time was running out, he was growing weak. Recreating the heavens and sealing the darkness took its toll, but it had to be done before he could rest. This would be of countless cycles, only four unique angels have been born throughout. It was his hope that with enough, they could fend off the darkness after the seal would inevitably break. But it's been too long since the last appearance of another archangel.   

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Each cycle he altered something, to improve the odds of an archangel coming into existence. There was some secret he couldn’t figure out, but he felt so close to achieving it. He thought he somehow figured it out when Rapheal was born. But repeating the exact same cycle didn’t work, he gave up and after a year he would remake the heavens so the angels wouldn’t have to suffer when the seal broke. This time would watch it till the end, he could only give birth to the world at most twice more. Instead of conserving his strength, he would give these last ones his all. The longest he could seal the darkest was two years. Trapping it in the eight layer of heaven guarded by thousands of his creations to stand watch every second, and no one be permitted entry. 

He sighed, tired he wanted to let his gazefull eyes rest. With the seven layers of heaven rebuilt he lay down the four archangels he had protected from disappearing. He felt it right not to tell the archangels, they will only think of it as another cycle.

Observing them work together never got old, no matter how many times they started their journey the same way.