(Thunderclouds... Lightning striking)... (A voice in the background)
Skull... Dust... Blood... Scars! Not once had the darkness been conquered, not once had the red skies become clear... for the land had been so barren, filled with trees, and flowers had withered away, while the soil had been hot like the fire from the dawn of creation. A kingdom that had been ruled by a supreme ruler where no one ever went against his wishes. The ancient kingdom... the land of misery... the Kingdom of CHAOS!!! (Lightning striking).
(Voice slowly fading away)...
(Man speaking in the background)...
Ever since the creation of man, the Angels and the evils of the world had always been at war. Most of them had been fought as they had been natural opponents who would neither protect nor destroy God's perfect creation.
After countless battles, the Evils, led by their supreme monarch, the immortal Death, who had sought to conquer the war, had had the upper hand against the Angels of the Light. At last, the entire world had now been theirs to take... or so they had thought.
The oldest of the Angels had commanded Azraél, the Angel of Death, to carry out their final hope against the Evil that had infested the world of man. Azraél had been presented with six feathers from the Archangels, each possessing a powerful force of its own to destroy an entire universe. These feathers had been taken to the fire of creation, where they had spent six days morphing and transforming into something of a higher power, but something had been missing. Azraél had told the Archangel Michael about what had been missing, and he had immediately known that it had been the blood of man... one who had been strong enough to maintain its will and resist the forces of darkness. With that, thousands of men had been tested through trials and quests, but none had ever come victorious until a young man who had a scar of a cross implanted on his back with blue crystal eyes had aced the trials. He had been the first of the Windsom.... his name had been Alorén Windsom. Alorén had possessed many qualities, fit to either rule or conquer, but none had been his objectives. He had simply wished to live a quiet normal life without any interference from the Celestials nor any other creature.
Michael had been using that as a means of negotiation to complete his mission. A vial of Alorén's blood had been given to Azraél, who had used it to complete the final steps of the new creation. It had been a book—one powerful enough to bend the rules of the universe and break down the very barriers of the plane of existence. It had been the one thing that could have helped the Angels win the Great War against Death and his forces, but no Angel could hold this power. Michael had needed to return to Alorén in order to convince him to aid them in their war.
Alorén had demanded three things from the Archangel in order to help them. He had asked for wisdom and knowledge that only the Angels had ever possessed. Another had been the ability to hide himself even from Death himself. And finally, he had asked to possess the abilities of an Angel so he could stand a chance against the forces of darkness.
His first wish had been granted. Alorén had been given a vase filled with the water of creation to drink from. He had also been given a white crystal necklace shaped like an orb, which had granted invisibility to whoever had put it on. It had been created from Azraél's feather. And finally, his last wish had been granted, but at a huge price. Considering the fact that Alorén had been human and his body could not have survived the manifestation of the abilities, he would die after a few years. Despite that, Alorén had proceeded with the bargain.
The war had ended after seven months of Earth's time, with a hundred lives of Angels lost and one-tenth of humanity as casualties, while Death and his army had been sealed into the book after a long, hard-fought battle with Alorén. Peace had been restored to the world of man. Alorén had settled down in the countryside in a home near a river where he could fish and live his life quietly without any worries.
Two years passed by, and Alorén was marrying a young woman named Grace Saundersfoot. They were having two little ones, Ethan and Michael. He was naming his other son after the Archangel whom he saw as a hero. He was finally having the life he wished for.
Eight years later, Alorén was dying from a heart sickness, and his book was being passed down to his children to safeguard. Their mother, Grace, was also dying a few months after her husband's death. The pain of losing her husband was proving too much for her to bear, so she was dying by hanging herself, leaving her children to fend for themselves. Ethan and Michael were both six years of age at the time it happened. The children were learning to survive in the harsh environment they lived in. They were both growing up to become strong men. They possessed their father's abilities. Ethan was always being mischievous and had a bad attitude... he was the evil one. However, as much as he was killing and stealing from others, he was protecting his brother whenever he was in trouble.
Twenty years later, they were both having families of their own. Ethan was marrying a young woman named Eleanor Zilderwart, but they were not having any children. Michael, however, was having a child with his beloved wife, Annabelle. She was not having a last name but was claiming his ever since they got together. She was once a slave he had met during his adventures as a child. Michael's son was Nicholas Windsom, a brilliant kid with overwhelming abilities. He was once clearing a pack of wolves by himself at the age of five.
Meanwhile, the Archangel was always watching over them ever since they were kids. It was his way of showing his love and support to his human friend, who was no longer alive.
A certain night, with a terrifying storm, Ethan had been hearing whispers from the book. He couldn't resist and had decided to take a peek at what was written inside. It was raining heavily, with thunderclouds clapping. He had no idea there weren't any words written inside of it; in fact, it was a seal to imprison the evils of the world—another plane of existence, a land marked and owned by Death himself. Ethan had been trying to open the book, but it hadn't budged. He had begun searching and thinking of ways to open it, and that was when he had noticed a key inside the chest where the book was placed. He had placed the key in the lock and unlocked the book. Immediately upon opening it, his skin had torn apart, and he had burned into ashes. Ethan had been dead.
News of his death had reached Michael two days later, and he attended his brother's funeral. He had felt sad but hoped that Ethan was now in a better place. After the funeral, Eleanor had given the chest to Michael and told him it was what his brother would have wanted him to do.
The Archangel had realized that the book was no longer safe in the hands of man, so he had decided to take it back. The Archangel first appeared to Michael in his dreams as his father, convincing him to dispose of the book and telling him where it was to be abandoned. Michael had ignored his words. Next, the Archangel had transformed into a beautiful young lady in order to seduce Michael into giving up the book, but it had not worked. Finally, the Archangel had resolved to take action into his own hands. He had been determined to confront Michael himself and tell him how much danger he had been in.
The Archangel had done as he planned and had confronted Michael, but it hadn't been as he had expected. Michael hadn't wanted to listen to him, and as the Archangel was about to destroy the book with his blade, Michael had blocked it with the book, causing the Archangel to be sucked into it. Michael had immediately closed the book and returned it to the chest. Then he had written everything he had been told about the book by the Archangel into a diary and had placed it beside the book inside the chest. The book had been known as the Book of Chaos—a name once forgotten yet powerful as it had been forged by higher beings.
(Voice slowly faded away)…
"And that's how it all happened," he had said while keeping the campfire warm and lit. Anna had still been a bit confused. She had now understood her origin but had still been concerned about the Angel who had been sealed away. Deep down inside her heart, she had already known who he was.
"You're the Archangel Michael, aren't you? You made this place and you were Alorén's friend," Anna had said as she had looked directly into his eyes with a serious expression on her face. They had both been quiet for a few moments, but eventually, he had spoken: "You're right. I am Michael...the one who was sealed away," he had said, with his gaze down. Anna had known in that moment that he was clearly her only chance of survival in the world she had found herself in.
She had gone on asking him to tell her more about her clan and the book, but he had refused, saying she had known enough already. She had kept pestering him, but he had told her to get some sleep. Michael had turned off the fire and had reassured her that she was safe with him. Anna had smiled as she had covered herself with the silk and had slowly closed her eyes.