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Many days I had gazed up into the sky and prayed for help, prayed to have the power to help. One saw potential in me, and so it came to pass, I had ascended to the ranks of the angels, finally worthy of their presence. Many wars were waged many battles fought, we were slowly gaining ground against the Burning Hells. Demons, small and large were being banished on a daily basis. In those days I had many a worthy companion to battle alongside. Allies filled with a great sense of justice and no leniency to the sway and forces of the Burning Hells. Times were great, battles were of meaning. We all fought alongside one another fluidly like a well trained legion of soldiers. Order was finally coming to this world.

All had become peaceful, it was nice for once. Although many had disappeared, I had gained a better standing in the hierarchy, and I felt I could accomplish more now. Make all of existence a better place for all beings. The other angels remained silent as what seemed to be years passed, my attempts to better things all but ignored, my suggestions and work in vain. They all simply stopped moving. Suspended in time almost like puppets with no strings left attached and no one to move them along. With nothing left to battle they saw no reason to better the world around them.

At this point it was becoming increasingly clear that I had chosen the wrong side, rather a side at all. In helping the High Heavens command order, I had created a place devoid of almost all growth, a stagnant pool. Even the angels in higher command than me had become absent and sloth. Some however seemed to possess malevolent underlying intentions. Intentions as slippery as the very demons we sought to eradicate. Their mouth filled with a silver tongue, and words sharp like a double edged sword. The other angels were no where to be found, try as I might. I began to wonder if there were others still out there trying, to better all they could. It was only then did I consider the possibility of an existence outside of the High Heavens but still far away from the Burning Hells...

My eyes opened as ceremonial trumpets sounded. How long had a lay dormant? Had I myself fell victim to the stagnation of the Heavens themselves? What had transpired in that time? I opened my golden chamber doors and looked up to the sky where a blinding light, brighter than the whole of the Heavens them self hovered.

The trumpets sounded once again. A handful of other angels stirred to life from their motionless state, their eyes fixated on the light as well. Our lackluster ruler was no where to be found. My eyes, globes of radiance, darted back and forth seeing who remained, it was then the light in the sky began to dim, but only enough to steady my gaze on what was amidst it. A polished bronze chariot, adorned with rubies, and ablaze with red and gold flames.

Only one stood in the chariot, but out of the sky came a voice, not of this being. A voice that boomed like thunder and crackled like lightning. In this voice, I could sense great power. Enough power to destroy all of creation as I knew it and so I heeded the words that were spoken. The voice spoke of our former ruler, and how he had led us on this path to sloth. The words resounded all around, coming from every direction, even from within me. The voice explained this being in the chariot was to be our new ruler.

At first I was outraged at the arrogance of it all. An outsider appearing to us and proclaiming how we are to be ruled? A few of the angels spoke out against this, they simply vanished. It was then that I actually gazed up at the being now floating down from the chariot. His armor gold much like mine, his robes scarlet, like mine as well, but his wings were something unique to behold. His wings blazed crimson. Their movement almost like fire waiting to sear any matter that touched them. He descended right before me and stared down into my eyes, his eyes globes of swirling flame.

It was then he laid his hand on my head and I fell to my knees completely powerless. The gravity of the matter at hand finally striking me and realization setting in...

The being spoke to me. His voice crashed against me like waves along the beach. He told me to fear him not. He was here to progress things again, to bring things to fruition. He promised all who held the same beliefs a place by his side. Could it be true? After such a long time, seemingly eons, someone still had interest in this world and it's populace?

Hope sparked deep within me. Something I had not felt in quite some time. The possibilities of what we could accomplish now, the reminder that the legions of the Burning Hells were still a threat, all rushed to me. I looked up at the creature, no for the first time, I looked at this being and acknowledged him as our new king. I simply nodded in understanding of what needed to be done.

I reached out to my former allies, seeing who of them still remained. Some of them had left the High Heavens even, for a place among the bosom of the world again. I rallied them, I spoke to them of this benevolent ruler and the divine countenance he showed to us all. In no time I had gathered a small army of trusted companions from times passed.

He hand picked a few of us for various roles. I was chosen to command the armies of the Heavens, another to observe all changes in the world around us, and another to document everything in tomes so knowledge was just at our finger tips.

We all set out with our respective duties, it was the dawning of a new era, the sun had never seemed as bright as when it arose that morning...