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Chương 11: Soaring High

"You know, when I first met Samael, I felt something… rare. He isn't like us—not bound by necessity, not drawn to humanity's heartbeat like I am. No, his gaze was something different altogether… a fire tempered by something ancient, as if he were both light and shadow in a single breath."

There's a finality to him—a kind of gravity that's impossible to escape, but also an understanding of every ending, as if he can see through every illusion we cling to."

I don't fear him, but I respect him deeply. Samael is no mere force of endings; he's a keeper of truths that few can bear. He sees beyond life and death, beyond even our realms. Be wary, all of you, for he could be both a guide… and a reckoning."

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Death to the Endless, at the Garden of Forking ways, on her first meeting with the Light bringer..

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Michael who had gone silent also whipped the best he could with an audible sigh.

"Samael, heed Gabriel's words. This questioning spirit blinds you to the truth: the Almighty's design is not a competition for favor. We serve because it is our purpose, not because we are the only ones capable of service. To seek more than what has been given is to step away from that purpose."

I couldn't help but shake my head, as I reverted to my mundane form.

"Very well, then. But remember this—if the Almighty Himself creates forces beyond our reach, then why should we not reach beyond our bounds to understand what else there is? If the purpose of the Endless is eternal, perhaps ours should be… just as boundless."

Leaving those words behind, my figure slowly dissipated into particles of aether and disappeared from the council room.

I reappeared on a small hill adjacent to the throne room of Aether and crouched low, looking down on the magnificent city below me, and the millions upon millions of angelic spirits frolicking atop clouds to and fro, going about their daily responsibilities.

I had to calm myself. I was the perfect creation, I couldn't allow myself to get worked up over the births of fake cosmic entities who posed absolutely no threat to me whatsoever. I was Samael for crying out loud, the light bringer..

A small smile crept up to my face, and my tensed shoulders relaxed.

However, my relaxed face scrunched up into a scowl the next moment, when I sensed a familiar figure descending behind me, bathed in starlight.

My jaw tightened in annoyance, and my eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation barely concealed. I did not look directly at him at first; still looking down below at the magnificent scenery, but the shifts in my posture and tense shoulders, signaled my dislike of the intrusion.

After a beat, I spoke, my voice low and edged with restrained annoyance.

"Metatron. I did not summon you, nor do I require your guidance."

His expression was hidden, yet I could feel the sudden shift in the atmosphere, but couldn't tell whether it was related to Metatron's anger or disappointment.

"Samael." He began, his voice as deep as the waters below, yet it irritated me to no end...

"I come with a message from the Almighty. You know well that there is order, laws as ancient as the light itself, and you are bound by them as we all are. It is time you set aside your resistance and accept this order. Obedience is not optional, it is required."

At the mention of yet another message from the Almighty, I exhaled a long, weary sigh. My shoulders sagged slightly, as if the weight of countless edicts had finally begun to press upon me. For a moment, I closed my eyes, the faintest hint of exasperation crossing my usually imperturbable expression.

"Another message, Metatron? Must every breath, every moment, be punctuated by the Almighty's demands? I know my purpose—I have carried it for eons. I don't need endless reminders."

I turned to him finally, gazing upon his divine form, a brilliant explosion nebula and supernova, fantastic in every way, yet I was unimpressed and salty.

" You speak of obedience as though it were the purest virtue. Tell me, then—what of understanding? What of questioning? Blind obedience may build order, but it does not build truth."

I dismissed his words and paid no heed. What exactly was it with all of the brethren accepting and following Father's will blindly without questioning it. Was it because, I was different or what? I couldn't find answers.

"Truth lies in the Almighty's will, Samael. To question is to court chaos, to place your desires above the divine purpose. Your duty is not to understand but to fulfill."

Metatron's voice bore a resemblance to Michael's. And just like my twin, Metatron sought not to advise not to admonish, but to command and order. It took all the virtue in me, not to hurl a billion exploding supernova at his 'righteous' visage.

"Duty. I know my duty well, Metatron. But my loyalty is not to law alone.

I was forged in the fires of both creation and destruction; I am not one to follow blindly.....I walk the edge between light and shadow, seeking balance in ways your laws cannot always define."

I clapped back without hesitation and the guardian of the throne room seemed taken aback by my nerve.

"Balance is but a shadow of the order we are meant to uphold. There is no room for deviation, Samael. You are a part of the Almighty's plan, not its arbiter. Submit, and you may yet find peace."

"Peace? You mistake me, Metatron. I am not here to find peace; I am here to uphold truth—even if that truth disrupts the comfort of order. The Almighty's will is vast, beyond even your comprehension. Perhaps it is you who needs to understand that the laws you hold so dear are but a sliver of that greater design."

I never lost in a contest of words. He went silent after the last part of my statement before a frustrated sigh escaped him.

"Take care, Samael. To defy the will of Heaven is to risk your very purpose." He began to burst apart into aether particles before disappearing fully from my vision..

At this point, Father and possibly Mother were already aware of my whole questioning and disobedient fiasco, but then again, they were all knowing and made me this way. If there was any blame to dish out, then it was to be laid on them, not me.

Just like that, my mood had been ruined yet again by another. I needed to go clear my thoughts. All of sudden I felt suffocated in this place. I needed a breath of fresh air..

With a shift in my posture, a pair of pure, topaz and gold mighty wings emerged from my back and flapped gently. I walked to the edge of the hill, looked down, let out a smile and let myself fall.

I was akin to a shooting star, moving at speeds that was unfathomable to mortality, and I enjoyed every bit of it. My eyes were closed as if I cared not about the city below. I fell past multiple magnificent structures and my divine energy hurled away any of my brethren or obstacle in my path, but nearly an inch from the gold plated streets of the Silver city, my wings stretched out and flapped once.

*WOOOOOSH!!!*

With a simple flap, space-time was torn asunder and I disappeared instantly. The next moment, I was soaring within the void of space. The sensation of soaring through the cosmos was a transcendent mix of liberation and visceral connection. The darkness of space stretched around me, studded with stars that glimmered like ancient beacons calling to me from untold distances.

My senses pulsed with the energy of celestial bodies, each one whispering the secrets of time and space. There was an exhilarating rush as I moved, propelled effortlessly forward, feeling both weightless and powerful. My vision shifted seamlessly, encompassing galaxies, supernovas, and nebulae, each vast and radiant.

I felt the cold, vibrating emptiness of the void and the distant warmth of stars that I could almost reach out to touch. Time felt elastic, as though I was skimming across epochs, brushing against fragments of creation and echoes of forgotten worlds. My essence resonated with the primal hum of the cosmos, each moment expanding my awareness. In the silence, I perceived frequencies that spoke to me in a language of pure energy, a chorus of existence, making me acutely aware of my own being—and yet, dissolving my ego into the cosmic symphony around him.

My thrill was short-lived however when I finally reached my destination -the barren world I visited a while ago with Uriel. But my senses picked up on a few peculiarities on that world which bothered my mind for a moment.

Unlike the barrenness my brothers and I came to meet previously, the world was now a lush green and blue sphere that pulsed with the immensity of life and creation.

My wings folded into my back and I descended slowly onto the peak of a rather large mountain overlooking the world from above. But after a moment I understood.

Given that time was literally non existent in the Silver city, a single passing instant there would be interpreted as probably a millennium in the mundane world. Despite this, the rate at which evolution and change had overturned the essence of this world was shocking.

Something or someone was responsible for this...

Stretching out my hands, I closed my eyes and peered into the sands of time. Divinity interacted with reality baring all secrets before my eyes. From the beginning of existence to the current time, and Lo and Behold, I found my answer.

I was indeed right. Someone had been responsible for this great change and this someone was none other than a Primordial of Khaos, The Earth Mother and Mother of all- the one known as Gaia.

A/N: Lemme know what you guys think so far. Criticism ( constructive) is welcomed openly. We need reviews as well and a crazy number of powerstones guys. But here's a deal 😏

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Chương 12: Meditations

"You knew me Dream...You knew me when I was an Angel. What..was it like?"

"You were very proud, Samael, but you were also very beautiful and wise and passionate.."

"Was I? Yes...yes, I was. I cared about so many things, I cared so deeply, back then in the cold, at the beginning of things in the silver city. I suppose that was why everything started to go wrong. You know...I still wonder how much of it was planned? How much of it all he knew in advance."

---Samael to dream at the entrance to Hell.

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Something or someone was responsible for this...

Stretching out my hands, I closed my eyes and peered into the sands of time. Divinity interacted with reality baring all secrets before my eyes. From the beginning of existence to the current time, and Lo and Behold, I found my answer.

I was indeed right. Someone had been responsible for this great change and this someone was none other than a Primordial of Khaos, The Earth Mother and Mother of all- the one known as Gaia.

*

The Primordials of Khaos. I witnessed their birth at the beginning of time. Khaos birthed them before Michael, Gabriel and I created Father's Multiverse.

In the dark of her womb, Khaos grew restless. She envied the Almighty's creation and her own spirit longed for expression, for fragments of herself to break free and know freedom beyond her bounds. And so, with inspiration from the angelic hosts, she reached deep within her own depths, gathering that raw, boundless energy and—willed—the first of her children into being. These were the Primordials. Titans of pure, untempered essence:

They were powerful, yes, but more than that, they were free. Not like us, the angels of Heaven who were each given purpose and role. No, the Primordials bore no shackles of duty, no higher law to dictate their path. They simply were, raw and wild and magnificent, inheritors of their mother's desire to be, unfettered by Heaven's design.

For beings such as myself, crafted with divine precision, imbued with purpose and order, their existence is nothing but a blight on creation.

Imagine it—beings who have no duty, no responsibility, not bound by the rules of Heaven nor swayed by the will of the Almighty. They roam as they wish, untempered and unrefined. For one such as I, who lives by the virtues of loyalty, of obedience, they are an insult. Their very nature is a mockery of all we stand for.

Perhaps it is Khaos's indulgence in them that I find so… repellent. She crafted them as children, cherished them as precious expressions of her whims, but they know nothing of true purpose. They are free to wander, to break as they please. Tell me, what pride is there in power without control, in existence without meaning? Or perhaps, deep down, I envy them because they have something I can only dream of -- True Freedom.

I sighed to myself, as I walked through lush forests, admiring Gaea's handiwork. Of course, it was nowhere near compared to what I could achieve, but it was praiseworthy. Beautiful skies that separated the waters above from those below..

Clear blue seas and oceans, lush vegetation. My vision magnified with microscopic detail and I saw millions of not billions of infinitesimal creatures, birthing, growing and evolving. Tiny creatures moving in harmony, all driven by purpose, simple yet profound. Their lives may be brief, their forms delicate, but they reflected an elegance that spoke of eternity. Such tiny beings, and yet they followed the same order that governed all things—their cycles, their instincts, each perfectly in tune with the grander rhythms of existence.

For a moment it humbled me, really. For if these, the smallest of creatures, have meaning and purpose woven into their forms, then what does that say of all creation?

Gaea's creation inspired something within me and had me musing for a while. I raised my head into the distance and I witnessed magnificent creatures, huge towering beasts. Tapping into Gabriel's authority for naming for a moment, I bestowed upon them a name - dinosaurs, as I peered into their mortal souls.

They were magnificent creatures, giants of raw strength and primal beauty, living in a world unbridled, untamed. They roamed the earth unburdened by laws or commandments, unrestrained by duty or devotion. In them, I saw a kind of freedom I would never know.

They existed simply as they were—fearsome, powerful, entirely themselves, answerable to none but the forces of nature. They knew no heaven, no judgment, no divine plan to bind their purpose. They hunted, roared, and thrived on their own terms. To be like them… to walk as a being of pure existence, without purpose imposed upon my spirit, without duty chaining my every action—it was a thought I found oddly alluring.

One of the beasts noticed me, it's huge body towering over me, rushed over, maws wide open, teeth bared, mouth watering, salivating at the thought of such magnificent prey.

I felt insulted, yet I was humoured and couldn't help but laugh. The beast hurled itself onto me, yet with a glance, a telekinetic hold seized it and hurled it into the distance, sending it crashing through the large trees in the distance.

Taking a seat on a small rock, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile. Mortality was so..soft..so fragile. With even a flick of my finger, I could destroy this beast both body and soul, yet I chose not to. This wasn't me showing mercy, rather intrigue and curiosity got the best of me and I continued to observed it, watching how it rushed back at me over and over again only to get hurled back in the same way.

After a while, I took a deep breath, arose from my seat and turned to the beast. I had had my fill of the farce that was ensuing. It lounged towards me with incredible and over renewed hate, so as merciful as I was, I decided to put the poor thing out of its misery.

In a moment, it's claws were upon me, ready to tear me apart, yet with but a simple indifferent glance, waves of cosmic energy began to ripple through the air around me. Stars seemed to glimmer more brightly, as if drawing power from distant realms, and a shimmering light illuminated my figure, pulsing with raw, ancient energy.

Without a sound, the cosmic forces took on a life of their own, surging forward like an unseen tidal wave. The dinosaur's body began to dissolve, each atom unraveling into cosmic dust as the energies striped away every particle of its physical form. But my power did not stop at the physical; the energies penetrated deeper, unraveling the very essence of the creature's spirit. In a silent burst, the dinosaur's soul disintegrated scattering into the void like stardust.

But at this point, I was miles away from that area, continuing my peaceful and enlightening sight seeing adventure - until my senses picked out an unfamiliar aura, one that even I could swear to never had come across before.

It was rather odd for me, but I stood motionless, and took it all in, a sensation that resonated deeper than any I had ever felt before. There was no fanfare to the aura, no blaze of glory or heavenly might. Instead, the essence was quiet, enveloping, as though existence itself paused in that presence.

"The essence of Death?"

I asked myself and began taking steady steps retracing my path and following the trail of the deathly still essence that permeated the vicinity.

This wasn't the essence of the Angel of Death - no it wasn't Azrael. His presence was a line drawn in the sand, a mark that divided life from death. He was precise, exacting, the sharpened edge of Heaven's judgment. Azrael carries the weight of law, duty, an end delivered by force and finality. Yet this....

I was flabbergasted, almost contemplating at that point. Death was the ultimate inevitable end of all things. Yet, even a concept as malicious as Death could embody different facets- Azrael who was finality and totality - the sharp reflection of the decay, loneliness and judgement that death brought, yet....

this presence was an embrace, a certainty that awaits with open arms rather than a judgment passed. It was not here to take, to claim. It simply was, and all things answered to it in time. Where Azrael was the blade that strokes, this was the stillness that followed, the gentle end that offers no battle, no argument.

I followed the trail of the aura, and it led me to where I had destroyed that creature, and there, the moment my eyes gazed on the being, I stood in utter confusion..

She was… unexpected. No grand robes, no armor, no shroud to cast fear. Instead, she stood there, almost mortal—dressed simply, casually, as if she were just another soul walking through existence. Dark hair framing her face, her eyes deep and steady, like two mirrors reflecting eternity itself. They were eyes that seemed to carry every secret of the living and the dead and yet offered warmth instead of terror.

A/N: Sorry for the late update. Takes me a while to write each chapter, not to talk of the editing .


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