Long ago, the kingdom of heaven and the chasmic depths of hell were
linked with mankind on the planet once known as Gaia. There was constant
war between the two entities. One fought for supremacy, while the other
fought for sanctity. Humans, caught in the middle, had their livelihoods
unstabilized. A warrior angel by the name of Saecizril sought to put a
permanent end to the conflict and liberate the people of Gaia.
Saecizril, whose deep slumber had come to a sudden halt, sprung out of
bed to the sounds of the morning choir, signaling for his requested
presence by the Heavenly Deity. He cleansed himself and dressed in his
daily attire: a graceful white tunic with golden accents. Soon after, he left to
attend to his duties as an acclaimed worshiper of the deity.
The deity’s dwelling resembled that of a bountiful garden filled with an
abundance of plant life endowed with the gift of vitality. On a raised throne
in the center of the garden, Saecizril met with the deity.
"O' Lord Zal’Alkain! What a glorious day. How honored I am to be in the
presence of your blessed aura!" he exclaimed.
“Oh Saecizril. Must you flatter me so?” Zal’Alkain jested but quickly shifted
to a serious tone. “Saecizril. I must make a request. You are my most
renowned Seraphim, but as you’ve seen, humanity descends into darkness
more and more as each day of this treacherous war passes. Hell’s creatures
continue to infect the minds of pure humans like parasites. Saecizril, I ask
that you become a Power, a warrior. Execute the demons that plague Gaia."
Saecizril was unnerved by this request, as Powers are ranked lower than
Seraphims. Though Saecizril wouldn’t dare refuse a request by the divine
ruler, “O’Lord Zal'Alkain, How esteemed I am to be granted this
opportunity. I will do it," he said.
The following day, Saecizril was awakened by the choir. This time,
signaling for his departure to Gaia. His attire now consisted of a blood-red
robe with gold-plated armor and a polished sword holstered at his hip.
Before leaving, Saecizril said a quick prayer, asking for Zal’Alkain’s
protection. "Amen," he concluded. Saecizril descended from the heavens
towards Gaia to fulfill his duty.
While on Gaia, Saecizril could truly see the damage the demons had done
to the human species. Humans were enveloped in death, destruction, and
chaos.
“Those callous creatures, do they have no soul? How could they treat God’s
creatures in such a way?” Saecizril scorned. “By the Lord Zal’Alkain’s
command, I will rid this planet of you evil spirits.” He unholstered his
sword, clenched his fist, and plunged into battle.
The demons Saecizril observed varied in appearance. Some were tall, short,
pale, dark, winged, or clawed.
“Nothing but ghastly creatures, regardless of their outward forms.” Saecizril
jeered.
With swift and calculated slashes of his sword, he decimated a plethora of
fiends. He traversed the land and seas, exterminating any demons he
encountered. Much to his surprise, the demons weren’t fighting back. As he
sank the sword into their cores, they looked fixedly at him with woe in their
eyes.
A demon with jet-black shoulder-length hair said to Saecizril, “O’Child.
How I pity you so.” before sinking into eternal rest.
Saecizril saw this as a ploy. “Foul creature. I will not fall for your cunning
words.”
Months had passed since the angel had become a warrior. Saecizril was
awakened to another day of bloodshed.
He was greeted with a letter before his departure that read, “The world is
healing, warrior Saecizril. Your killing of those malignant spirits is
progressively mitigating the suffering of mankind. I commend you,
warrior.” Zal’Alkain praised him in his writing.
Saecizril, now filled with the utmost confidence, knowing he is the reason
for humanity’s recovery, got ready and set off for Gaia.
On Gaia, the air felt warm. Saecizril hadn’t seen any demons upon arrival.
He checked the areas that were most concentrated with humans, like
villages, but found no demons. It wasn’t until he traversed the oceans that
he found a single, solitary demon on a barren island. Saecizril descended
upon the demon with his sword brandished. There was a sharp clang! Then
clatter. To the angel’s surprise, the demon also had a sword, which they
used to deflect his attack. The demon, who appeared to be female, had long
white hair, deep gray skin, black-feathered wings, ruby irises, and was
dressed in a long red robe.
“Listen to me, warrior," she said. Her voice was cold, but compassionate.
"For I know that you do not understand what you are doing."
“I will listen no more to what you have to say, demon. I will not fall victim to
your unscrupulous methods of manipulation,” Saecizril retorted.
“Listen to me," she commanded, her tone sharp and unyielding. “Your eyes
deceive you. The world you see is not reality. Your mind’s eye is a plaything,
reducing the land of humans to destruction. Do you not see, warrior?”
“Demon, I have told you, and I will tell you again; your fictitious tale will not
delude me,” he sneered. “Surrender, and I will grant you a painless
departure."
“Saecizril. I wish to preserve humanity just as you do."
Terror-stricken, Saecizril responded, “Demon, how do you know my name?
Who are you?” The initial fear he felt at the sound of his name directed his
attention away from the second piece of her statement. Saecizril, in a
cynical tone, responded, “Your kind only seeks to reign supreme over
humans. You show no care or consideration for their suffering. It is the
angels who protect humans from your evildoings.”
“I am no demon, and you are no angel,” she answered.
“You fiend, what are you speaking of? Do you suffer from delusions of
grandeur? What do y--?"Saecizril was abruptly cut off.
“Allow me to introduce myself. Maybe then you will understand. I am
Xaliaera, a Dominion of the heavens. My role as a Dominion is to make what
is unjust, just. I am ruled by the gracious god of our paradise, Emphyrean.”
Saecizril rubbed his temples, unsettled by Xaliaera’s assertion. “Emphyrean?
Xaliaera, you are mistaken. The kingdom of heaven is ruled by--”
Looking towards the clouds, Xaliaera professed, “Zal’Alkain does not rule
the beautiful kingdom in our skies.” She contended, after shifting her gaze
to the ground, “Zal’Alkain is the god of the underworld, the overlord of
hell."
Saecizril was utterly exasperated at this proclamation. “Y-you are a teller of
lies, demon. I will entertain this nonsense no longer!” He charged towards
his sword, which was lying on the ground a distance away, but he was met
by the cold hands of Xaliaera on his face.
“I will open your eyes, devil. I will force you to see.” She covered Saecizril’s
eyes and recited a prayer. “Our merciful god, Emphyrean, open his eyes.”
Saecizril’s body ran cold, and his vision blurred. Then, heat. Intense,
scorching, blazing heat. He was in the underworld, though not physically.
Everything was in flames. The heaven he once knew was a falsehood. On
the flaming throne built of skulls and bones, he saw Zal’Alkain, the god he
once thought hospitable. Xaliaera removed her hands from his eyes.
Saecizril felt sick to his stomach and dropped to his knees. “How could I be
so blind?” He thought. He looked at Xaliaera, whose appearance was no
longer that of a demon. Her hair was golden, her skin was auburn, her
wings bright, and her irises aureate. He was astonished by her radiance but
was overwhelmed by fear. He rushed to the edge of the island to look at
himself.
“Ah!” He yelled. His skin was ash, his hair the color of blood, his wings
resembled a bat, devoid of the beautiful white feathers, his sclera black, and
his irises red. “What a horrid creature I have become,” he wept, his face in
his palms.
“You poor soul.” Xaliaera kneeled down to the crestfallen demon and
embraced him from behind. “Saecizril, do not blame yourself for the angels
brought to death by your hand. This phantasm enacted by Zal’Alkain upon
you was his way of garnering power and exterminating heavenly entities to
reign supreme. You are good-hearted, demon or not.” Xaliaera weakened
her embrace of the weeping demon. “I hope you forgive me, Saecizril; I
can’t allow this to go any further.”
Saecizril lifted his tear-coated face from his hands. "Xaliaera...?" Before he
could utter another word, he felt the sharp blade of the angel’s sword travel
through his chest.
Through her teary eyes, she looked at Saecizril. “This feeling of clarity is
only temporary. As long as you are alive, Zal’Alkain will control you. I will
deliver you from this world of pain.”
With one last whimper, Saecizril collapsed into Xaliaera’s embrace.
The Devil’s Muse.
Sources:
https://robesworld.com/do-angels-wear-robes/?expand_article=1
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Throne_of_God#:~:text=In%20Isaiah%206%2C%20
Isaiah%20sees,and%20with%20two%20they%20flew
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