《Hell's Rebellion》


 Prologue: The holy and the profane

    There was once a time when there was no such thing as humans. Going back tens of thousands of years there were realms, most prominently were the holy and the profane. Constantly their forces would clash, day in and day out. It was just simply a part of their nature as they didn''t share the same ideals as one another. The people of the holy realm sought to bring love, harmony and friendship between them and the other realms while the people of the profane realm sought only to bring death, fear and grief to everyone and anyone who crossed their path, this was the beginning of how the first battle of the gods ever came to pass.


    Each realm had their own domains which served as each sides forces, each side consistently attempting to take control of many of the others domains, thus causing massive amounts of casualties on each side. This was as far as it ever went, until the deity known as Minos orchestrated an act of genocide upon the holy realm. Minos, deeming the people of the holy realm to be nothing but lowly beings, not worthy of his time, decided that play time was over. Lounging over his throne, he relished at the prospect of soon seeing the holy realm crumble before him while breaking out into maniacal laughter, Minos, then called in a few of his royal guard. Announcing his decision to strike the holy realm, he ordered his guard, Lucifer and Beelzebub to gather their factions of the wicked, and prepare to strike, before noting that it was not time for him to enter the fray just yet.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Into the holy realm, St. Michael who had been sparring with his son, Gabriel, began to feel uneasy. Noting how it was strange that there had been no recent movements from the profane realm, fearing that something terrible was on the horizon, he announces a meeting between him and the twelve holy saints. Gabriel, seemed to be taken aback by his fathers behaviour, asking him what was wrong. St. Michael reassured his son that he was alright before telling him that he had some important business to take care of. Arriving at the meeting, he saw that many of the saints were absent, upon noticing this, he demanded to know where they were. Five of the twelve had showed up, St. Christopher who was rank fourth strongest of the twelve scoffed demanding to be let go, saying how there was no need for the meeting. Michael, confessed his fears to them worried that the profane were planning something that would destroy the balance between the realms. St. Joseph who was also present at the meeting asked Michael, what could the profane possibly do to upset the balance before announcing that the meeting was just a waste of his time before attempting to leave. Michael stood in his path, blocking the exit before begging Joseph to listen to him. At that exact moment there was a loud clashing sound that rang out from beyond the room. Running outside, Michael and everyone else present, stared in awe as they gazed up at the newly formed hole that now decorated the sky.

 Chapter 1: The first coming of war

    As the hole blackened the sky, St Michael knew that his fears had now been realised, ordering his forces that were present to observe the sky while sending the rest to escort the women and children to safety. Suddenly, a pool of darkness began to flow from the hole covering the sky, followed by a swarm of fallen angels, accompanied by both Lucifer and Beelzebub. Michael, then screamed at the top of his lungs at the two demons who were drifting above them in the sky asking them what Minos had in store for all of them. Lucifer, starkly explained what Minos has in plan for the holy realm, claiming that after the day is be over the holy realm would be no more. Michael then sprouted his wings declaring war against the profane was imminent, noting that this day had come to pass due to their past mistakes, but now was the time to make things right, by abolishing the fallen. Lucifer, beginning to descend onto the ground converses a conversation with Michael.


    "Michael, why do you seek love and harmony? What is there to gain in believing in such blasphemy? I can''t understand. What exactly would you accomplish by getting rid of us? Let me tell you, as long as there is love in this word, there will be hate. As long as life is brought into this word, death will fall upon this world. Do you think that by ending our lives you will end the cycle of hate and all things bad? No, that''s just the mind of a simpleton talking, thinking he can change the way this world works. As long as we''re here, no, even after we''re gone, the cycle will remain the same so why waste your efforts? Love makes you weak, why not embrace the darkness?"


    "You may be right, but as long as love and kindness exist, I believe we will triumph over the hate and darkness that plagues this world. What drives you to create all this anarchy, why do your kind revel in such a thing? Your people take pleasure in taking away what others hold dear, that is what I cannot stand the most. As long as my wings hold, I will stand in your way no matter how many times over, that is my resolve."


    "Nothing but the words of a fool. It seems that my voice isn''t able to reach that righteousness of yours, such a shame, really."


    Lucifer drew closer to where Michael was standing and began to unsheathe his sword, commending his efforts to change the world up till now, all the while deeming that his efforts were in vain. Lucifer pressed his sword along Michael''s neck, voicing his opinion that his successor, whoever that may be, will have to experience the hardships of being a king and that they, as well, will die by Minos''s hand. St. Christopher, hearing all that had just transpired, threw himself in front of Lucifer''s sword.


    "I know now, demon, of what is is that I must do. What you''ve been saying, it''s given me a revelation, a new ambition."


    Christopher, spontaneously turned his body to face Michael, apologising for his actions. Christopher then struck his hand towards Michael, aiming for his chest. Seeing his strike clearly, he chose to freeze Christopher in place, asking what he was trying to do. Christopher then proclaimed in response to Michael, that he now realised that by killing, he would become stronger. Claiming that if he was strong, he would have his rightful place in the world. Beelzebub, appeared from behind Christopher before drawing his sword and running it through his chest, not having enough time to react Michael stumbled over his feet before getting scathed by the sword, just narrowly escaping the strike. Christopher, now unfrozen due to Beelzebub''s interference was puzzled as to why he was still standing, knowing that he felt like he had been stabbed through the chest.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    "Wh-what? I''m sure I felt like I had been stabbed, but there''s no blood, no wound? just what is that sword?!"


    "Oh, this? It comes in really handy for fooling someone, doesn''t it? My sword can pass through what it sees as allies, or in your position as a potential ally without harm so it felt like a pretty good opportunity to go for the kill. My hate has been poured into this blade, so it is able to sense who my ally is and who isn''t, I think it''s pretty unique, wouldn''t you say?"


    "Why are you taking the situation lightly?! You just attempted to take the ruler of the holy realm''s life and you just stand there like it was nothing, why don''t you start taking this more seriously?"


    "Seriously? Where''s the fun in that huh? I just want to have some fun that''s all, my king would get mad if he found out that I wasn''t going all out so let''s just keep this secret between us shall we? Michael, personally I have no grudge against you but my king does and I''d rather not get on his bad side if anything. You''d be a great piece to our collection if you could just open your mind to see the truth. If it had been my brother up there, neither of you would still be breathing so maybe be a little more thankful to me. Your name, Christopher is it? Let me see your wings for a second, let''s see just how far your ambition will take you."


    Christopher forced his wings to sprout his while Beelzebub draws his hand which began to emanate a shroud of darkness which began to spread around the area they were currently in. The trees and flowers began to wither and die, the ground began to crumble from underneath them, the entire sky turned an ominous shade of pitch black. Beelzebub pressed his hand onto Christopher''s wings, the darkness then spread across and tainted his wings the same shade as the sky, he then welcomed Christopher as a part of the family, one of the fallen.


    BACK IN THE THRONE ROOM OF THE PROFANE REALM''S CAPITAL


    Minos could be seen pacing back and forth with a dark orb slowly orbiting him that was emitting the events that were currently happening in the holy realm.


    "Tch, I''m going to have to have a few words for Beelzebub when he get''s back here, but so far my plans are going smoothly."


    He then lightly laughed.


    Minos, went back to sit on his throne and looked to his right where there was a chess board of an ancient design that held nothing but black pieces atop of it. As he gazed at it, he began pondering what his next move was going to be. His head then turned back towards the orb and he saw Michael''s son, Gabriel before giving off a devilish grin accompanied by yet again another round of wild laughter.