Beings in general are quite narrow-minded and it is quite impossible for you to see things through the eyes of another. You can't feel things through the heart of another and you can't hear things through the ears of another. That is why we have different tastes in music and food and even sexual partners. It is why a lion would never know what it feels like to fly over the seas, and a tree would never know what it feels like to hear music. It's why some love trap music, while others are convinced that it is nonsensical noise. Uriel didn't understand this. Therefore he couldn't understand what Vade meant when he asked the following question
'So how do I do this?'
'What do you mean how do you do this?' Uriel replied confused.
'What do you want me to do?'
'Let's start with something simple. Create a fireball and throw it at that tree over there,' Uriel said pointing at a tall tree a few meters from them. Your father is a fire mage, so you should be able to easily believe that you can create a powerful fireball.
'Okay, now I have an objective. But how do I actually create the fireball.'
'What do you mean?' Uriel said, unable to comprehend what the boy was going on about. As an angel flying, creating solar discs of destruction, summoning his sword and all other abilities he wielded with grace came naturally to him.
The idea of learning abilities was absurd to him. He understood the training and developing skills to the level of perfection. He knew that experience was important in improving. But the idea of things not coming naturally was absurd to him. Like the way a genius wouldn't understand why calculus is difficult to understand. Like the way a charismatic man like Che Guevara might find it hard to understand why some men don't have sway over women. Things came naturally to him and the idea of learning the basics was beyond him. He knew the theory behind magic and its origin. However, he didn't understand how humans felt when they used magic, what went on in their brains, or what went on in their bodies. How their cells reacted, how their soul flared and how their spirit raged.
'I mean, how do I create a fireball? Clearly, you didn't drag me here without doing your research.'
'Magic is based on belief. I know more about magic than you and everyone on earth combined.'
'Oh shut it. You have no idea, do you? You know the theory behind magic. Or more accurately, you know 'a' theory behind magic. But you don't know the practical aspect of the activity, do you? I am disappointed in you Uriel. You always struck me as dubious and cunny but not once did I consider foolish. I mean, yes, I might have insulted you a few times, but always in jest. I never truly believed that you are unintelligent. Tell me, Uriel, what did you think was going to happen? You would just tell me to do magic and I would start throwing fireballs? If I could do that do you think I wouldn't have tried it at least once?;
'You can do it, you just don't believe in yourself,' Uriel said in a low tone, feeling self-conscious as he realized that he had made a big error.
'Really? Let's be logical here Uriel. There is a reason why I have never used magic. Why is that? Clearly, something was missing or holding me back. Now, do you think that the thing that was missing was an order from you?'
'Uhmm…' Uriel said feeling stomped and speechless.
'You aren't the brightest angel in heaven are you?' Vade said in jest.
However, Uriel was in no mood and his shame switched into anger and flared into a rage.
'Now listen here, you petulant bastard,' Uriel began summoning his sword, ready to strike the thing down like it was nothing. Daring it to make as much as another snarky remark or insolent comment. 'You are going to make a fireball and you are going to throw it at that tree right there, burning it to the ground right before my eyes. Or else, Gad help me, I shall smite you where you stand.'
Vade had a lot of snarky remarks on hand. Such as, 'Gad wouldn't help you to do something of that nature.' 'Give it your best shot.' However, Vade was smart enough to know his limits and the limits of Uriel's tolerance. The angel was mad.
In all fairness, Uriel suffered from madness. For why else would an angel suddenly rise against Gad. Vade was aware of this madness that lingered in the eyes of the angel. However, he knew that in that moment, the madness in Uriel's eyes wasn't one of ambition but of prideful anger. So rather than argue, he decided to just do it.
He closed his eyes and reached in. In truth, he had done his research into the many types of magic and he had a vague idea of how to use it. There were magic users who bent elements and there were people gifted with speed, strength, and other powers of that nature. He had learned that for magic, one needed to draw power from within. However, he didn't understand what that meant. And in truth, it didn't matter. The idea of drawing power from within was easy to believe and that was why it worked. And Vade believed it, so it worked.
Uriel watched with pride as a tiny flame appeared in the boy's hand and began to expand. The boy's eyes were closed and he couldn't see a thing as he concentrated on creating the flame. The fire grew into a fierce flame and as it grew, so did Uriel's smile and pride. However, his pride soon turned to worry as the boy's flame soon erupted into a raging fire that flowed out of his hands and hit the tree, engulfing it and spreading through the forest.
Vade? Uriel said, his voice tainted with concern. However, the boy didn't hear, neither did he stop. Fire kept flowing out of his hands until Uriel found himself in the middle of an inferno and still the boy's power raged on. Uriel's worry grew into fear. Not fear for his life, but the life of the boy.
'Vade, stop it this moment,' Uriel ordered. However, when it rains, it pours and when it rages, it engulfs. Vade, went ultra. His entire body burst into flames and became an epicenter of destruction. The angel spread his wings and took off just in time for the very spot he was standing in to be engulfed in flames.
Up in the air, he looked down to see the entire forest in flames, and right in the middle of it all was the enigma Vade. The only way he could recognize Vade in the inferno was that Vade shined brighter and fire seemed to keep flowing out of him like destructive energy.
The fire engulfed the entire forest, turning it into a wasteland of leafless trees, and yet, it raged on, and yet, it spread. Uriel looked down, confused. He needed to stop the madness and put an end to the destruction.
Vade seemed fine, in fact, he seemed to be better than fine, he was shining with power. The flames didn't seem to affect his health or destroy his body. He was the fire. However, Uriel knew that if the destruction continued to spread, unwanted circumstances were bound to arise.
There had been many fire disasters but one of this scale and rate of expansion was rare and likely to attract attention. Attention of powerful people who could grow interested in the occurrence. If said powerful people suddenly felt a need to investigate they could take a shine to the boy and try to exert control and influence over him. Uriel couldn't allow this. Vade was Uriel's creation, his perfect weapon still in his forge. He couldn't allow the influence of other forces to mess with the recipe of Gadly destruction.
Now Uriel wasn't a master of spontaneity. He planned and schemed but he wasn't particularly built to think on his feet. However, in that moment an idea flew into his mind. An idea so bold and original, it was almost alien and devilish. For rebellions and other ideas unknown to angels are best described as devilish, for things can only be good or evil, Gadly or satanic, angelic or devilish. Only humans can attempt neutrality and they most usually fail. Uriel was no human, nor angel, neither was he a devil at least not yet.
The idea was simple. He could summon his weapons that mean he had the ability to manipulate space itself. For what exactly is summoning other than the bending of the laws of space and the calling of things from far away realms. And so after a lot of thought, he attempted the opening of a portal in space, right in front of a black hole he had seen a few times. He then opened the other side of the portal on earth right at the edge of the forest, now in the middle of the flame.
This action, was risky and calling it foolish wouldn't be false. Uriel needed to make a lot of adjustments in order to cater for the vast pull force of the black hole. This he did by making sure that the gate on earth was extremely small, almost tiny. Just big enough to suck in the fire and reduce the flames.
With the inferno somewhat curtailed, the risk of attracting unwanted forces into the fray was somewhat reduced. However, this only treated the symptom. The sickness raged on. Vade was still on fire and raising hell itself. To this, Uriel had no answer and in that moment he felt completely foolish and inadequate. Two decades he had worked and toiled for his dream and there he was barely beyond the starting line, floating like a fool without a plan.
Doubt rose on his right shoulder, fear of failure on his left, and together they condemned him from one second into the other. He watched as his legacy burnt the world around him into a crisp and being unable to stop it. Vade was wreaking havoc on earth, the havoc he wanted the boy to wreak on heaven. Yet again he seemed to be failing even before he started. The trees started falling to ashes as the ground itself grew dark with death. The tiny portal he had created struggled to keep up as Vade raged on like an expanding star.
However, there is a Gad above all Gads and his name is luck although some call him coincidence. This Gad bestows belief and faith on all deities. For luck is the basis of faith and belief. Luck makes people believe there is a Gad by saving them from situations they never thought they could survive, or blessing them with things they never thought they could have. For occurrences surpass the understanding of man, man attribute said occurrences to Gad.
But for an angel who had seen the face of Gad and trying to go against him, faith and belief were out of the question. Even luck was also unbelievable, only his alias called coincidence was considerable.
Vade opened his eyes and saw his great work and felt scared. He had hoped to create a fireball and before him laid destruction. He was in the middle of an inferno. The ground was pitch-black and the trees fell to the ground in fiery ashes. There was also a strange wind howling in the distance seemed to be sucking the flames in it. It was all so magnificent. And so, after the initial shock, his fear turned to pride and joy. He stopped burning and returned to his human form. He looked up to see the mighty Uriel floating in the air, his face a mask of fear, and a devilish smile possessed the boy's face and he yelled out a poem he had read at a younger age.
'I am Ozymandias, king of kings, look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.'
Uriel heard this and he did feel despair. He knew that Vade was referring to him as mighty and the young mortal was simply taunting him. But it was a good taunt, it was a true taunt, and it hurt him. He closed the portal which he had used to control the fire, so the wind could stop howling, and then he spoke.
'Go home child,' Uriel said. And with that, he turned his back on his work and fled.