In a place where the sky was purple and land was razed as if a disaster of untold fortitude had passed through. The earth was cracked and there were many holes of many sizes, some small as if a nuclear bomb had exploded and some too big to even see the bottom. There stood a lone old man with a shocked face, the man had long curly grey hair reaching till his waist and he also 'once' had a magnificent beard that would have put many gods to shame, and it did, his face was of a kind grandpa with bright golden eyes and many wrinkles showing that he smiled a lot but currently a smile was as far from it as the earth was from universes end. The man wore what used to be an elegant robe but was currently tattered and had many golden stains, with a big cross on the man's chest showing a deep wound which was constantly leaking some golden liquid or what mortals called ichor, the blood of gods.

Opposite the man stood a man with a happy and satisfied smile as if he just had a hearty meal. This man also just like the previous man had long silver hair reaching his waist with a small beard on his face. The man had platinum star eyes, which currently showed great delight in seeing the other man's face. This man was also bleeding but unlike the previous person, his wounds were bleeding silver. The biggest wound on the person was a big hole where a heart should be, the hole gave a perfect view of what was behind the man. Even with an injury that would likely cause even gods to give up, the man was proud and smiling with shining eyes. Giving the audience a feeling of being carved out of platinum by the greatest sculptors of gods.

Slowly the man in silver closed his eyes, whispering a few faint words, "I am sorry, son but I guess this is my end. I just wish I could see Aatrox one last time."

And with those words, the being known as the Silver Angel, Metatron, and the word of God closed his eyes, never to open again.

-UnderWorld-

In a forest with many different colors of trees, making it look very peaceful stood a large and magnificent castle. Within one of the castle's rooms, on a giant bed laid a child that was the very definition of cuteness, with beautiful silver hair that looked like a flowing river of stars, with a face that is the pinnacle of beauty and just screams the handsomeness the child would reach in his adulthood. The child was laying on the bed as if dead with the only indication of life being his steady rising and falling of his chest.

However, suddenly a small tear fell from the closed eyes of the boy as if mourning the loss of a loved family member.