The world turned, centuries bleeding into centuries. Heaven stood tall, Earth kept spinning, but echoes of rebellion still rang in the cracks between stars.
Samael's fall was the stuff of legend—he rose against the throne with fire in his eyes and a third of Heaven at his back. Blades clashed like thunder, wings were torn, and the Silver City bled light. On one side, Samael and his rebels shone like broken mirrors. On the other, Heaven's loyal—Michael, Amenadiel, Raphael—fought like machines, clean and brutal, all in the name of order.
But Sariel… he stood still.
He didn't fight. Didn't speak. Just watched.
While the sky burned, he stood quiet and alone, a blade in hand, unmoved. Angels screamed his name, called him traitor or coward, but he ignored them. His war was not theirs.
When the rebellion ended, Samael was cast down. The sky healed, but the wounds never closed. Heaven called it peace.
Sariel called it something else.
He walked away.
Down from the Silver City, through the clouds, onto the dirt and blood of Earth. He wandered. He watched. And eventually… he found her.
Lilith.
She lived like wildfire, fierce and unbent, surrounded by spirits and outcasts. Their first words were sharp. But time wore them down. Walls broke. Hearts cracked open. And when they fell for each other, it was messy and real—like storms crashing.
Their children were… different.
Some shone like angels, untethered and wild. Others were beasts, legends wrapped in flesh.
Leviathan, king of the deep.
The Great Dragon, terror of the skies.
Behemoth, who made the earth tremble.
Hanuman, strong and pure, with fire in his soul.
And Mazikeen.
Half-beauty, half-curse. Scarred. Quiet. Watching everything.
The sun bled across the sky one evening, orange light dripping over Sariel's quiet home. He sat inside with Mazikeen in his arms, her tiny fingers tangled in his hair. He smiled, rare and soft.
"You," he whispered, brushing her hair back, "are the best damn thing I've ever made."
She cooed.
Then the air split.
The sky peeled open with blinding gold light. Pressure dropped like a hammer. Sariel's smile died.
They were here.
Amenadiel descended first, wrapped in white and gold. Clean. Perfect. Cold.
Behind him, twelve angels, swords drawn, wings sharp like razors.
Sariel rose slowly, holding Mazikeen close. His violet eyes narrowed.
"So," he muttered, "the dog finally bites."
Amenadiel's voice echoed like judgment. "You defied Heaven. Consorted with the exiled. Spawned monsters. You and your children are sentenced."
Lilith stepped through the doorway then, barefoot, fury in her stride. Her eyes locked on Amenadiel. "Try."
Amenadiel raised a hand.
They attacked.
It was fast. Blinding.
One angel went for Leviathan—got a mouthful of fangs instead. Blood sprayed across the grass as the beast coiled and snapped, tossing the angel into a tree with a sickening crack.
Another dove at the Dragon. Flames swallowed him whole. Screams lit the sky.
Behemoth charged, trampling one underhoof and flinging two more with his horns. The earth trembled beneath him.
Hanuman launched himself into the air, tail whipping, fists shattering halos and helmets. Wings broke like glass.
Lilith screamed in rage, her claws glowing red-hot. She tore through one angel's chest, ripping out his heart, bathing in his blood. Another slashed her arm—she snarled, ripped off his arm, and beat him with it.
And Sariel—
He moved like death.
One blink, he was holding Mazikeen.
Next blink, she was behind him in Lilith's arms.
Then his blade was out.
The first angel to reach him lost his head. It rolled across the dirt, eyes still glowing.
The next he cut in half.
He ducked under a spear, stabbed upward through an angel's ribs, then spun and slammed another into the wall, crushing his skull.
Blood soaked the grass. Wings burned. Screams echoed.
But Amenadiel didn't move. Not yet.
He watched.
Then finally—he drew the black dagger.
The Angel of Death's blade.
Sariel paused.
"That one again?" he hissed, teeth bared. "You really want to kill me this time."
Amenadiel stepped forward.
The two clashed. Steel met steel. Light met shadow.
They fought fast—too fast for mortals. Each strike cracked the air. Every movement sent shockwaves ripping through trees and stone.
Amenadiel slashed—Sariel ducked and cut his leg. Blood sprayed.
Sariel punched—Amenadiel blocked and kneed him in the gut. Sariel stumbled.
Then—Amenadiel lunged.
The dagger bit into Sariel's side.
He gasped.
Lilith screamed his name.
Amenadiel didn't stop. He swung again—Sariel blocked with his blade, barely. Sparks flew.
Behind them, the battle turned.
Leviathan was down, chains binding his body, angels piling on him.
The Dragon was shot through the wing. Behemoth limped. Hanuman bled from his mouth.
Then they came for Mazikeen.
Lilith roared and struck, tearing through three more angels before a blast of light knocked her back, burning half her body.
Sariel saw it.
His eyes burned.
He exploded forward, slicing through two angels in a single breath, grabbing Mazikeen as she was lifted off the ground.
But Amenadiel struck again—this time, chains.
They wrapped around Sariel mid-flight. Pulled him down.
He hit the dirt hard.
Mazikeen cried out as she was torn from his arms.
Sariel screamed—not in pain.
In rage.
"I'll kill you all!" he roared, blood dripping from his mouth, wings broken, arms bound. "Touch her again and I'll rip Heaven apart!"
Amenadiel looked down at him, bleeding and bruised, eyes dark.
"She's part of the sentence."
"You're all damn cowards!" Sariel spat, choking on fury.
The angels grabbed the children one by one. Leviathan thrashed. Behemoth howled. Mazikeen… silent. Her scarred face blank. But her eyes—cold. Watching.
Amenadiel took her in his arms. She didn't fight. Didn't cry.
Sariel saw her go.
And something in him broke.
They dragged him, chained and bloodied, down into the Pit.
Hell opened below, and Heaven flew above.
He didn't scream.
Didn't cry.
Just stared at the sky, whispering to himself, voice low and hateful.
"This isn't over."