Lucifer, however, had had enough of the sight. He couldn't say whether he should be angry with Decus for betraying him or angry that he was presumptuous to take his place. It seemed to be both. "I'll destroy you and then I'll see what I'm up to, what I'm thirsty for ~" were Lucifer's ominous words. "No! Don't go Louis! ”Amon shouted and grabbed Louis' wrist. He paused and looked at Amon. The priest could not hold his wrist for long, however, when his hand began to smoke and small, blue flames emerged from between his fingers. In pain, Amon let go and looked at the blush that had revealed itself on his hand. Lucifer was a being too powerful to be touched by angels and lower demons. Its darkness was too powerful for the body and burned anyone that was not of its blood. Amon was lucky. As an angel he had been able to withstand the power of Lucifer for a few seconds and only suffered such a minimal burn. This healed in seconds thanks to Amon's healing powers. "Be silent, Amon, and
Louis and Godric noticed the change in Amon's gaze. Godric suspected what his ancestor was thinking. He had finished with that. He had sacrificed his own happiness and life to end this chaos. Amon didn't want to go the easy way and leave with Lucifer. He knew Armageddon and the war would eventually catch up with them. This was not Amon's wish. He wanted peace for everyone. Most of all, he wanted a life for Lucifer. Amon would die. If not here, then in a few years. Heaven would separate them and Lucifer would not want to let that happen. So Amon wanted to get ahead of it."Fast! Come with me! ”Asked Amon. "Why should I?" Asked Lucifer, fending off an attack by an angel and burning him. "More annoying than blowflies," Lucifer grumbled. "I beg you!" Amon took Lucifer's hand, pulled him aside when a beam of light shot at him. Amon knew that Lucifer had protection, but he wanted to protect his friend. Amon drew in a sharp breath as his hand began to burn again. It was Decu's
The divine hymn was completed and the coffin lid closed over Lucifer. The magical power completed what Amon had started. The fire gathered around the stone container, while the divine light gave rise to parchments that were attached to the coffin lid. Rest in peace sinner, burned into the lid. The fire died down and the stone container was closed. The symbols lit up and the gate closed ... Lucifer hit the lid with all his might, but couldn't do anything. For a long time it was not only Amon's power and the one that Amon had borrowed from him, but the power of God that worked here. Lucifer was wounded by Amon's sacred wound. He couldn't mobilize his strength in time and so he had no chance.There was silence and the torches went out ...Godric was still kneeling on the floor, hands clenched into fists. The tears ran down his cheeks. His ancestor ... Amon ... was dead. He had sacrificed himself. You could say in his time that this was a tragic love story, thought Godric
Amon looked thoughtfully at a broken picture. It showed angels fighting devils. One of the many pictures that hung in the mausoleum. Amon kept thinking of Louis. Godric was right. Louis had trusted him, so Amon gave him a home, new knowledge and much more. Amon received protection and affection, even reciprocated. But now everything was gone. The contract was broken. Amon's soul, sealed in the angel statue for all those centuries since he stayed with Louis as promised, was set free and would soon go to heaven. The statue, the anchor point, was destroyed. Decus had severed the bond between his brother and Amon again. Amon closed his eyes and put his hands on his chest. He, too, felt guilty for betraying Louis. He had it sealed. He had previously conveyed to him that not all people are bad. Now, of all people, the intermediary broke his promise and locked him up, would break a promise again because he would go to heaven. Amon wasn't there when Louis woke up as promised. Amon had wishe
"So. So the little one got his angelic power. That won't help him either. Isn't it Lucifer? ", Decus laughed, who was standing with Lucifer on the platform of the tower. Lucifer had felt Amon's strength and clenched his fists for a brief moment. Godric seemed to have become aware of his blood, as Lucifer felt another aura next to Amon, which he could clearly assign to Godric. Now the aura was just not so human anymore, it had a touch of heaven. "That won't help you either ..." Lucifer whispered angrily and narrowed his eyes for a moment, did not answer Decu's question and looked up. In front of Lucifer was a gate that was almost open. This gate was made up of skeletons that were woven together. At the top of the gate was a large skeleton, the arms of which seemed to embrace the skeleton of the gate. This skeleton had large, outstretched, bony wings. The gate was huge and took up the whole height. The holy tower and its platform lay above the clouds. Fifty feet above the platform was
Godric felt like his head was going to explode. What happened to him? He did not know. He felt this stabbing pain, saw the dark aura that had wrapped itself around his body. He opened his eyes in shock, and began to tremble. There were images in front of his eyes that he had never seen before. It was like a movie he couldn't remember. "The ... shame ..." he whispered and couldn't close his mouth in shock. He stood paralyzed while every single image burned itself deeply. Godric never knew exactly what shame he had put on himself, but all this time he had felt a sin. A sin he couldn't explain. The dark wing was the last evidence that Godric didn't want to see it. Even as a child, Godric wanted to have wings like an angel. To be free and to see the world from above, to feel the light of God. But something in him had kept telling him he was not worthy. No matter what Godric had done, how many souls he saved, how many believers he had put on the right path. That dirty feeling was never g
Lucifer saw him in the sky and had noticed the sudden increase in strength, but still had no rush to help his brother, who tried to push the staff out of his chest, but burned himself with every touch. Godric knew he didn't have forever because Decus would make it and break free. He didn't think Decus would let such a trick keep him in check for long. He had to act quickly, as the demon was about to remove the staff, despite the burns to the claws. “Hear me at heaven choirs. Give me strength! Let the power of the judge strike this sinful being! ”Cried Godric. A magic circle appeared under Decus, which was moving. When Godric had said the last word, lightning struck right in the center of the circle where Decus was. A loud scream could be heard while Amon only raised his eyebrow. "A variation? Not bad. ", He admitted and let Godric slide safely back onto the platform, since Decus lost consciousness from the impact. Amon's staff had intercepted the lightning directly and l
"I was bothered a lot," replied Godric and drew a cross in front of him and said a quiet prayer for the dead angels. Their sacrifices were useless. There shouldn't be any more, Godric thought to himself. But at Lucifer's request, he smiled slightly. Apparently, Lucifer seemed to accept the words anyway. "Time! It has passed, but there is still a lot of time ahead of you that would like to be lived by you. Your world! Can you rebuild yourself. The monastery was just stones, they can be replaced, but not life. You can get the usual fun and experience, but it's much more fun with company. ”Godric smiled openly at the devil. He had nothing to lose. He wanted to meet Lucifer openly, to show how serious he was. Amon also turned to the two when he had made sure that no more angels would come. "Yes! First think of the beautiful company Assiah has to offer! Don't forget all that meat! I'm sure women are much more open today and the meat is much more tender! ”Godric put a hand on
“Oh with everything that is unholy! That looks yummy! ", Were Louis ecstatic words when Godric had slashed his brother. He liked that side of Godric. This evil and wicked. She even seemed to excite the devil, how Godric hurt someone without blinking an eyelid. So many sins that Godric weighed on him. The injured and rejoicing in the process, causing harm to others. Arrogance, anger ... The devil liked the fact that Godric was taking on deadly sins, and it seemed even more appealing that Godric was taking this out on his brother. "Just wonderful!" Godric glanced briefly at the devil, who knelt in front of Decus and stabbed his forefinger in his wound. Louis pressed the sharp nail of his index finger deep into the bleeding wound on his throat that had been formed by the burns from the stick, only to lick the blood from his finger and enjoy his brother's cries of pain. "Just perfect!"Godric heard the comments and he knew it was pure sin what he was doing here. He knew tha
As if in slow motion, I sank to the ground, my eyes still on the kite. I only heard the angel child whimper by the way. This then looked at me, because I did not move, just stared at the kite, then slowly turned my head up to the sky. The blood that had dripped into my face pearled down slightly. My robe, too, which was so pure, white and innocent before, was wrapped in blood. My white wings adorned the blood and remains of my victim's skin.The white wings became darker and a feather came off my fine plumage and sailed into the pool of blood. It instantly turned dark red, like the blood. My white feathers ... my precious gift from God was smeared with blood ...did I really do it?Yes ...This was my first time ...I committed a sin ...I killed a living being.I am a sinner!
You will be spared." Then came his redeeming words and I let out a relieved breath. “But you stay in the tower! Sin shall never again invade the kingdom of heaven! You will linger on the fourth level of the tower. This is your punishment for your sins! ”I looked at him a little shocked, but then nodded humbly. I couldn't do anything else either. If I refused, then God's punishment would hit me as well as the other sinners. That's how I would eke out my existence there. I was brought to the fourth level of the tower by God himself. The fourth level was somewhat hidden and only a small door led into the large rooms. As I walked through the door, I turned to him again and looked deeply hurt in his eyes. But his gaze was steadfast and serious. Before I could say anything, the gate that God sealed before me closed.My lord ... Kami ... He really had me locked up ...
It was a long, long time ago ...I remembered it was yesterday, but I wished it wouldn't even happen tomorrow. Still, I knew that change was needed. But I could never forgive him ...It was many, many years ago. Many centuries before Lucifer was born. That's where I lived. With my lord in the first layer of heaven. In Etemenanki, the divine tower. This is where this story begins ...A gentle wind played around my hair. So floor length and black. Something unusual, but again exactly what fits the person who made me. So many times the Lord had praised my hair, but never just touched it like that. He never put his hands on me. The only thing I got from him was a gentle kiss on my head. Nevertheless, this filled me with satisfaction and love for a long time. Love to my Lord, who gave me such a beautiful gift while creating it. Likewise the other bein
L ... Louis ..." Godric whispered and couldn't take his eyes off this angel. Outwardly this was so gorgeous, but inside he seemed to feel that despite his purity, this was still the same Louis he was allowed to get to know on Assiah. This one just radiated a lot more light than if it wanted to shine from within. Godric slowly let go of my robe and walked reverently towards the picture of Lucifer. He didn't dare to reach out to him, but just stopped in front of him. The eyes traveled over his profile. "Really ... beautiful ..." Meanwhile, Uriel had folded his hands at the sight of the seraph of the time. He hadn't seen it for a long time and wanted to be remembered. In the course of his remembrance, the memory changed and Godric saw images long past. Even then, Rafael was pushy and had kept his loved one from work. At that time he had another companion: Lucifel. Both often visited Uriel's sphere, even if Rafael asked Rafael not to involve the chief angel in his pranks.Godric
Godric had decided to take a walk to get rid of his thoughts. He had actually met another high-ranking angel. "They were so familiar ... Jibril and ... Lucifel." What had happened then between the two? His path led him to the source where Amon Louis had first met. "Why is it so complicated?" His gaze went over the meadow. Only at second glance did he notice someone sitting on a stone. It was Uriel who pondered his master's words. He had never believed that his master had such frank words for him. At that time he looked at him with disapproval, but something had changed in him. The cause of the change approached the angel and their eyes met. "Holy Father ..." "Ah. Uriel. You have a visitor. A certain Jibril wants to speak to you, ”he said in a lowered voice. “Jibril is here? I understand. ”He nodded gratefully and made room on the stone so that Godric could also sit down. He accepted the invitation and both stared at the water. "You ... you and Louis. It sounded ver
Louis put his thumb to his mouth and tore open the skin with his sharp front tooth. He let the blood drip onto the floor, which immediately formed a red, magical circle. More and more blood came out of the wound until the circle was completed. In the middle stood Louis. Black symbols appeared on his bare skin and lit up. It was a satanic ritual that he held in the holy halls. Godric could understand some of the Latin words. He was less taken with it, but since he had promised to help his brothers, he let the devil have it. Magnificent black wings appeared on the back of the devil, who extended his hand. At the same time, drops of blood began to detach from the circle and float upwards as if they knew no gravity. Now the monks also recognized the strong power and rushed on Louis, but they had no chance. His last word was spoken and the whole monastery shone in violet light. Godric screwed up his eyes because the light was too bright for him. He could only hear the screams of his brot
And as he wanted.Uriel nodded to his doppelganger, who immediately enjoyed himself with Rafael's manhood and gave him a blow, while the original began to moisten his index finger. Rafael sensed what was in store for him and rolled his eyes in excitement. Uriel's doppelganger did not give the Windengel a single minute of clear thought. "Ahh! You blow my mind !! ”The room was filled with Rafael's lusty sounds. Again and again he winced, didn't know what to do with himself and threw his face to one side, pulled on his shackles, which relentlessly put him in place. He groaned uncontrollably as Uriel's index finger slipped through his muscle ring. It was something new and exciting for him. He had never been down, but always in control. This had slipped from him at the latest after the second finger that was pushed into him. He could only add himself and enjoy the game. Uriel felt how his fingers were literally sucked up and began carefully, without injuring th
Uriel had always left his partner a few distinctive marks. The fact that these healed quickly seemed to encourage him to leave new ones even more. He didn't have as sharp teeth as Lucifer, but he could clearly mark his territory. Rafael willingly lay beneath him and acknowledged every bite with a pleasant groan. How could a single angel get him so far? He always wanted to live chaste and modest, to become part of the heavenly world. But Rafael kept making him weak. He liked to be seduced, to feel the angel of the wind in himself. Was it a sin? No matter. As long as Rafael was by his side, he wanted to commit this. Nobody should believe that the angel is still available. He could well remember the blond's confession of love. Back when he came into his kingdom and looked at him seriously. Until today he had not returned these 3 magical words, yet he loved him and Rafael knew this. He had revealed things to him that no one else knew. Only with him could he let himself go and for a mome
Godric carefully put the tray with the food on the small bedside table and joined the older man. “I brought you something.” “Me? What could this be? ", Louis asked curiously and turned to him and was promptly handed a plate. “What does that mean?” “Well, I thought we could eat together. So just you and me. ", Godric replied shyly and hoped that his meal would be well received. “I don't need to dine like you do. What is the point of this? ”A sigh could be heard, but he had already realized that Louis wasn't just eating with him. "I thought to myself ..., well you and me, alone," he stammered, struggling to find the right words. "Well, I honestly think it's a shame that you just watch. You're part of our community, even if you don't see yourself that way. There is more to people eating together than just ingesting food. But maybe you don't like it either. I did it myself. ”Ashamed, he took his spoon, piled some food on it and put i