The air was thick with darkness as Abaddon soared through the secret hall of ice, his cloak billowing like a shadow behind him. Mamodeus trailed slightly behind, his steps less certain but equally fast. Frost coated every surface of the hidden chamber, shimmering with a cold, unnatural glow, as if time itself was frozen.
They stopped at the center of the hall—a space where no ordinary being dared enter. In the heart of that chilling silence stood a single glowing plant, bathed in a mist of dark air and radiant light. It pulsed softly, as if breathing.
Abaddon walked closer, his red eyes reflecting a silent fury. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pierced his palm with a clawed fingertip. Blood, dark and thick like molten iron, dripped onto the roots of the spiritual plant.
The moment his blood touched the soil, the glow intensified, trembling with new life.
"When the prophecy was made…" Abaddon began, his voice echoing through the frozen chamber, "I never thought it would be a child from my own lineage." He chuckled—a low, thunderous laugh that shook the walls. "Fate is both cruel and clever."
Mamodeus bowed his head slightly, standing in awe.
Abaddon crouched beside the plant, watching it hungrily. "I have to nurture this plant with my blood," he muttered, as if confiding a secret. "And feed it to Rademos upon his awakening. Only then can his demonic blood overpower the angelic infection inside him."
He stood slowly, power radiating from his body. "Only then… will he become a true god. One greater than the Saint of the Angels. The savior will fall. And the future will belong to the demons."
As if reacting to his words, the plant suddenly turned a deep, vivid red. Light burst from it like an explosion—bright, furious, and blinding. A massive beam of red light soared upwards through the ice ceiling, tearing through dimensions, visible across all realms.
In the human world, mortals fell to their knees in terror. Children cried. Priests prayed. Animals howled. The skies darkened as the red glow hovered above, casting a blood-hued dusk upon the earth.
In the heavenly realm, the God of Astrology, Hendrix, sat alone amidst the stars. Floating in a celestial sphere of swirling galaxies, he peered through his cosmic monocle—a glass round lens chained to his ear. He murmured equations to himself while stars danced across his fingertips.
But then—he froze.
His monocle lit up with the reflection of a red explosion in the sky. One of the stars, pure and ancient, flickered and turned crimson. Others began to align with it… five stars in total, forming a straight, burning path across the heavens.
"No…" he breathed, his voice cracking with age and fear. "A Blood Alignment…"
He vanished instantly from the starlit sphere, reappearing at the entrance to the Star Gate. With trembling hands, he rang the Great Bell—a massive structure carved from cosmic stone, etched with runes of order and balance.
GONG.
GONG.
GONG.
The sound echoed throughout the heavenly realm like a quake, awakening every god from slumber. The Angels' Meet—a radiant assembly of light and law—quickly filled with divine beings, each cloaked in golden halos and flowing robes.
Sitting atop a throne of clouds was Cinzel, sword of heaven, protector of balance. His golden eyes narrowed at the commotion.
Hendrix stepped forward, his white beard quivering. "The demons have made their move. The Armageddon… is born."
Gasps rippled across the angels like thunder. Whispers spread: Armageddon. The harbinger. The end...
Cinzel rose from his seat slowly, his heart pounding. "Who is the child?"
Hendrix looked up, sorrow deeply embedded in his eyes. "The child… was born of the demon heir, Baselroth."
Cinzel stumbled back slightly, his celestial aura flickering.
"No… Baselroth..." Cinzel murmured to himself. His affair with Baselroth was a secret one. They were forbidden to ever mate with demons.
Suddenly, a glowing light shone bright and appeared in the middle of the hall, and every God bowed their heads.
The savior, who have been away from hundred of years finally returned.
When he opened his eyes, a wave of power caused everyone to feel suppressed.
Cinzel instantly stood from the throne and knelt beside it.
Savior took a step but appeared in front of the throne, and he sat.
"A seraph, have fathered a demon child."
Cinzel was mute. Not because he was going to hide the truth, he was still affected by the news.
Suddenly, a gaze from the savior brought him to his knees, and everyone gasped.
"You have failed me, and your father." Savior tapped his throne with a finger and Cinzel coughed out blood.
"The child has both demon and angel powers. If the angels could have him, then we could use him in stopping Armageddon and wipe out the demons." Hendrix muttered and the savior didn't utter a word for a while.
"Then send an angel to disguise and befriend Rademos, he will bring us news about the boy, and if he is a threat, he will be killed. But if he is useful, perhaps, it will be the time we have all be waiting for?"
"As for Cinzel, he shall remain jailed until the date of his child is decided."