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Chapter 00.0: The Fallen

"On the command of the Almighty! Destroy and kill them, all of them!"

The deafening rumbling sound. The winged holy army slashed the lord of buana on the command of the head of the army, the figure of the holy spirit—Gabriel. Jan was the ancestor of demons, because many broke and did mischief, angels burned them; emptied the earth.

The figure of an adult angel whizzed, chasing after Jan's woman flying. Attractive rapier; stabbing niche neck tie. The sound of debam and sparkling roars. Not paying attention to the corpse that was still splashing fishy liquid, Aruel returned to absorb. However, immediately the flutter stopped forcibly until the strands of feathers floated, hearing the sobs of the baby from behind the body.

It seemed, the long beige hair as well as the width of the black wings of the woman effectively covered. Remembering the task, Aruel was about to kill the baby. Instantly his heart trembled and wavered as the small arm stretched out, even green eyes stared innocent.

Be careful of the burly fingers touching the cheeks of the little one, it is beautiful for the blue eyes blue bell. Apricot beige hair; a pair of red-patterned demonic wings. This unranked angel thought to take care of her in hopes of not growing up like Jan in general— was happy to do damage—because it would be among the angels. Finally he went with the baby in a sling to heaven. That was a mistake.

...-ooO-i...

"Azazel! Let's go! Play and chase birds in the lake!"

"Femin!" Hearing the voice of invitation, the young man ran out with a slight wag of dantak almost flying. Before long, Azazel embraced an older stature than him.

Ami laughed a little got the behavior of his friend. "Azazel! That long?"

"Ami .. You are my best friend, do not know how I feel?" muttered Azazel, inviting a knotty smile at the red-haired man.

"Azazel, you said it yourself, I am your best friend, of course I know .. my brother."

Hearing that, Azazel smiled until his green eyes closed; more tightly hugged the feminine man.

Ami patted Azazel's head gently, feeling thick beige hair on the fingers. Before long, the figure of an adult angel slowly approached them. The scythe is clearly engraved looking at the behavior of both people.

"Ami only you are close to Azazel, please take good care of him. Azazel, my son, if you want to go play, do not forget to return when the angels sing their songs to worship and worship the Most Holy One."

"Okay, Mr. Aruel." Ami nodded while bowing respectfully, while Azazel flew leisurely towards the angel of gray hair, grasping slowly the man's right hand.

"Dad, I'll be back. I never forget to worship the Most Holy." Stretching out both wings, the constituent feathers scatter. Kiss the Father's hand for elegance, say hello and stay away with Ami.

"Oh, Lucifer! The light of dawn, my pride"

Azazel, Jan who Aruel has been caring for since the extermination. Growing up like fourteen years old—real age unknown—be like an angel generally. Teachings from the Father; stay in heaven; mingle with other angels, making him learn everything about the holy figure and have power as they do.

Azazel and Ami flew through heaven, going to the lake near the gate where the tirta amarta was too cold. If someone drinks the water, they will never thirst again. Constant packing; greeting each other, beautiful atmosphere of heaven; quiet; beautiful, beyond all things. Never before have eyes seen, mouths spoken, and minds imagined.

To the goal, very broad. It is better to be called an ocean with glasses beyond stars. The owner of the red hair was hit by the wind immediately playing, running after the resident birds. In contrast to Azazel, he looked at his self-biased. Realizing the silent behavior of the friend, Ami immediately patted the shoulder to make the beige hair surprised.

"What's Azazel, brother?" The intended one shook his head, then leaned against the edge of the well; dipped one hand; supported by the chin.

Instantly the waves of immersion appear to spread, making the water turn momentarily dark blue. Glass of jewels, floating and shining. Really, the lake is like a gurgling night sky. Ami finally sat down beside Azazel, amazed by what he saw; a little whistling.

The young man broke into silence, "Ami, what do you think of me?"

Ami sculpting. Actually want to answer with a joke like you said, if jumping into a group of angels, they will compete to hug and kiss you but see the look of Azazel, he chose silence.

"I know ... different, right?" Hearing that the red eyes blinked, silent for a moment and then laughed. Sure Azazel was astonished.

"Why say that? Don't you know for yourself, brother, you're just like me and the others."

"Just like Dad said!" sambar Azazel but replied with a warm smile.

"Aaaah yes, I know, I know. You are different, then? Look at your shadow and I'm in the water, same."

"They don't think that way." Baritone was saddened, the green eyes were faint.

"You're different, everybody knows, why? You are made of pure fire without smoke and we are of light, and fire is luminous. You are also called the dawn light. Different because of the advantages, I think it's good."

"Thank you.” Relieved etched on the face, it began to convulse.

"Is that what's bothering you?" Ami stroked Azazel's beige hair.

"Yes." Yeah." Upholstered and marble petals rolled up, green beads reflect indigo canvas.

Back in silence, Ami looked up at the sky.

"Hey ...”

"Yes? Why Ami?"

"Isn't it fun living in heaven? But, how does it feel to be expelled?" Astonished, green eyes were now staring at him who was still looking up in his dimly-closed face.

"Had it been expelled, I ...." Azazel pondered, somehow a bad feeling struck the recesses of the heart.

The silence broke, an exclamation echoed. Although far away, these two angels can see the origin of the radiant aura transmitter. Absorbing the stable of the four wings, the embus combed the blonde hair over the long right sideburn.

"It's rare that Michael calls all the angels."

"We better go, brother." Ami again carved a smile, hoping to get rid of the angry look of his beloved.

When all the angels gathered together, eyes like emerald circulated.

"What's up, brother?"

"The Word of your Lord, the Most Glorious, the Most Great ...." A loud voice exclaimed, from him the wearer of the white shirt in an elaborate carved armor vest over gold and silver. Not to forget the waist-wrapping silk.

Instantly silent soaring. Ami held Azazel's hand, hinting to be silent. The young man nodded; watching the only one who flapped into the six wings. Safa feathers decorated with beads of green gems, matching her sharp eyes.

"Surely, the Almighty God, the Great One, will make a new thing ..Create the leader of the earth, the people, Adam."

The sentence provoked a riot, the angels had an argument. Azazel himself did not accept it. Puffing irritated, biting the lower lip and clenching the fingers. Throwing piercing gazes at angel possessor of high aura or even the highest—Gabriel.

Ami understood his friend's feelings well, ventured to speak loudly, "My Lord, will You create a creature that likes sin and likes to flow blood, again? Thou hast destroyed the leaders of the earth (Jan) because they did mischief. If so ... why? We're angels, much better than them (humans)."

Some angels immediately shouted, approvingly. Azazel was surprised to pull the rough shoulder of Ami. However, the redhead precisely carved a knotty smile.

"Why? You should not have to say .. no need to pity. I know, my entire people were annihilated and replaced just like that. But, Ami, you're the only one who understands me after Dad, I'm afraid something will happen to you" Azazel said.

"Lucifer, you are a capable angel again well, a mixture of two beings. I've considered you a sister. It's not in your interest, it's for me, too. Anyway if something happens to me, it doesn't mean much," Ami replied with a forced frown, patting the young man's thick beige hair. Azazel lowered his head, unwilling to look into those red eyes, like a harbored inadmissibility.

During the riots, those who were obedient broke away from the protesters. Except Azazel, the sculpting. Therefore Aruel can find them. However, this man could not get close. Like not allowing to approach the transgressors, the angels are crowded like barricades.

Gabriel who was still flying stable, started to squint. "O you disputers, your Lord the Great Knower than you. You .. If you feel better than what your Lord has decided, then descend all into man and return to this heaven, if you are righteous."

A sword similar to Excalibur was drawn in the silver throne. Instantly all the angels who protested lost their wings, including Ami. Falling like feet not treading.

"Ami's! Amiiii!"

His cry broke to the point that his face turned red, fixed to see where the friend was taken by gravity. Like being sliced by a pseudo knife, about losing a loved one. His last wry smile greatly made a heart-pump in a strong squeeze, breathing into the hunt. Without a second thought, the foster father pushed all that was in the way; embracing Azaze to calm down.

"Those who oppose God are the losers. Angels are created to always obey and obey. This paradise doesn't need someone with a liver disease." Seeing this heartbreaking thing, the head of the angel snorted. I hope this can be a lesson.

...-ooO-i...

Azazel was more solitary, never going out except worshiping God. Now, the young man sat on a knee-stick with wings he hugged all over his body; covering himself.

"Ashazel ...." Aruel tried to cheer up, softening the child's white wings.

"Dad, leave me alone." Azazel spread his wings, changed his position to embrace the knees, and his face bowed deeply. Strange, Aruel laughed; patting the thick beige hair.

"Ayaaah, stop! I'm not a kid anymore!" Whining and shaking his head provoked the father's big smile.

"Aaaah, my son the dawn star has grown and become more handsome like his father, hm hm hm," Aruel said in a rancid speech. Not imaginary, time is indeed far gone, Azazel has grown up.

Not heeding, Azazel hurriedly pulled a step. Sontak Aruel jumped, hugging his adopted son from behind.

"Aaaaah Lucifer, why is that? Don't you love your father anymore?" The sentence left Azazel stunned, staring blankly at the blue bell's eyes.

"Bu-not so Dad! It's just, I ...." The baritone trembled along a tinge of red on the cheek, scratching the nape. It was obvious that Azazel blushed, naive.

"My son, I don't want to see you continue to grieve, this is not the end of everything. I'll always be with you." Aruel smiled warmly.

"Umh, yes. After all, Father .. Without you, I might not be living and being with you here. Despite the distress, this paradise is filled with kindness, especially if I can be with you, Dad." Azazel smiled sincerely.

A sense of blooming pride. Aruel hugged his son, tightly.

Before long, solemnity broke with Michael's call. This time they came to it together.

As they gathered, Gabriel no longer flew in front of them like before. He escorted a very stranger, standing by the throne of their Lord the Great.

"The Lord of the Worlds, the Most High, the Most Holy, says: the creature you see is Adam, bow down (honor) to Adam, to all."

By the commandment sent down, all the angels obeyed except Azazel. Those words made his ears hot. Then this mixed creature clucked annoyed while throwing his face.

"The Heavenly Seraph, Lucifer! What prevents you from fulfilling God's word?" Aruel was shocked to hear Gabriel's scream.

Inwardly, he was eager to ask his son to submit. Yet, before God, he did not dare to do anything else that was not commanded. Aruel's entire body shook.

Azazel was nonchalant, grinning sharply. "Huh, kowtowing? Wh-wh-what for? I am a creature of pure fire while he (Adam) is made of earth, we are very different degrees. I have been worshipping you for over a thousand years, my Lord!"

Previous events fostered hatred; forgot who ruled; drowned in arrogance. Azazel was full of emotional turmoil, even his green eyes turned heart-red.

"No! My son Azazel!"

"You have provoked the wrath of the Lord of the Worlds! The holy heaven does not need a being with a heart disease! Devil, this heaven has rules! Get out of heaven!"

The deafening phrase provoked wrath, overflowing was already uncontrollable. Angel Halo slowly melted down, breaking into horns like a bull. Now the black lamina brazing the body of the tub fused with the skin, followed by the fingers lentik change large claws. The waist was tied to a thick cloth of deep red, like the form of a battle cry.

"I .. will never forgive you! Had he (Adam) never been created!" Azazel shouted and growled, flapping the six symbols of power. Two wings Magnificent pedestal sign of rebelling; pairs of wings of red carved soot; two mixed wings.

Despite one scourge, the angels were blown away already. However, the 7 Angels of Heavenly Virtues were protecting Adam. It just blows their hair.

"We should have killed you before we became this powerful. Lucifer! For you have done mischief in heaven and have denied, once again, come out! But your Lord, the Most Compassionate, the Most Forgiving, gives you the opportunity to repent!" Gabriel's words made Azazel laugh and grin evil.

Blood-red eyes shone, looking cynically at Adam before being blocked by Michael. "I will never bow down to Adam, until any moment! O my Lord, with your love, I will not repent but make my life eternal! Because You have brought me out, I swear .. to keep Adam and his descendants in misery and misery, forever!"

Azazel came down from heaven with great arrogance, looking up in great vengeance. On earth, as Jan—the ancestor of the devil—and possessed the power of angels from heaven as well as eternal life, Pride began to build an army; avenging hatred. He is best known as Lucifer, Leader of the Fallen and Hell.