Chapter 24: Eyes Of The Archangel [2]
In the celestial realm, a meticulously crafted hierarchy dictated the fate and purpose of every angel. This intricate system of order and ranks, woven into the very fabric of heaven, shaped the lives and destinies of celestial beings.
From the lowest ranks of the divine hierarchy to the exalted positions near the heavenly throne, each angel had a designated place and role to fulfill, their existence intertwined with the grand tapestry of celestial governance.
The hierarchy in heaven was not merely a superficial classification; it carried profound significance, influencing the power dynamics, responsibilities, and privileges of the celestial inhabitants.
Every angel aspired to ascend through the celestial ladder, seeking advancement and recognition within this divine order, for it was through this hierarchy that their purpose and worth were defined in the heavenly realm.
Within the intricate hierarchy of celestial beings, numerous ranks were bestowed upon the angels, signifying their status, power, and responsibilities.
Among these ranks, the pinnacle of celestial authority was embodied by the revered title of "KING."
This exalted position denoted the angelic being who stood as the paragon of strength and supremacy, wielding unparalleled might and wisdom within the heavenly realms. Their presence radiated an aura of majesty and authority, their every word and action echoing throughout the heavens.
The King faced the limitations of attending to the needs and concerns of every individual angel personally.
Considering the vast numbers of celestial beings under their dominion, it would be an arduous task to directly address each and every difficulty encountered by the angels.
The delegation of certain tasks and responsibilities to lower-ranking angels allowed for a more streamlined management of affairs. This hierarchical arrangement not only facilitated the resolution of individual issues but also fostered a sense of unity, order, and collective purpose among the angelic populace.
Thus, the celestial kingdom thrived under the guidance of the King, as angels of various ranks worked in harmony to uphold the celestial order and fulfill their divine destinies.
Within the heavenly realms, the divine authority of God was all-encompassing, yet the celestial beings were entrusted with the task of comprehending their individual roles and responsibilities.
This law of the heavens required the angels to actively understand and fulfill their own destinies. However, as the angels embarked on their respective journeys, the very nature of this law gave rise to a profound dichotomy.
While the angels were meant to navigate their paths independently, a significant divide emerged as multiple entities began to lay claim to the title of "King." This unexpected proliferation of self-proclaimed kings sparked a rift within the celestial realms.
The divisions grew deeper as each self-proclaimed king sought to establish their own domain, resulting in a fractured heaven. Thus, the once-united celestial kingdom found itself torn apart, grappling with the consequences of multiple kings and the ensuing power struggles.
Feuds deepened between celestial kin, choosing different allegiances among the self-proclaimed kings. Supporters rallied behind their chosen leaders, creating factions that set the stage for an unforeseen and clandestine conflict.
The celestial war that ensued remained shrouded in secrecy, as the battles took place beyond the realm of mortal perception. The once harmonious heaven became a battlefield, mirroring the turmoil of Earth and the depths of Hell.
It was a war not foreseen by the heavens, one that unfolded with devastating consequences.
Recognizing the dire consequences of the celestial war, God, the divine overseer, was compelled to intervene and preserve the sanctity of heaven. In response, a new superior rank was established, known as the Archangels.
These celestial beings possessed unparalleled insight and perceptiveness, their gaze piercing through the veils of deception and transcending the status of even the kings themselves.
The Archangels possessed a profound power bestowed upon them by divine grace — their unique eyes. These celestial orbs were not merely instruments of sight; they held the ability to peer through the facade of any being and perceive the truth hidden within. Their piercing gaze, like a radiant blade, could sever illusions and lay bare the deepest secrets.
This extraordinary power was not limited to revelation alone; the Archangels could channel the energy of their eyes, unleashing it as a formidable weapon against those who dared to oppose the heavenly order.
With their sight as their sword, they upheld the divine law, ensuring that darkness could not shroud the light and righteousness prevailed in the celestial realm.
As the Archangels emerged with their unwavering gaze, the self-proclaimed kings and their illusory might began to crumble. Their authority, once unquestioned, waned in the face of the Archangels' power.
It became evident that the true strength lay not in the titles of kings, but in the resplendent eyes of the Archangels. With their piercing sight, they could dismantle the façades of power, rendering the kings mere shadows of their former selves.
In the celestial realm, it was undeniable that the Archangels reigned supreme.
However, an unforeseen turmoil erupted as the united kings launched a devastating war against the Archangel. In a fierce and merciless battle, the once-mighty Archangel faced his demise at the hands of the relentless kings.
His immortal essence was stripped away, and his celestial form succumbed to the onslaught. In a final act of brutality, his body was dismembered, each part severed and cast into the eternal flames of "Eden Fire."
This inferno, unyielding and unquenchable, devoured the remnants of the fallen Archangel. The whispers of his defeat echoed through the heavens, marking a significant shift in the celestial order and leaving an indelible scar upon the realm of angels.
The weight of the Archangel's defeat bore heavily upon God's heart, and a sense of profound loss filled his being.
Determined to restore order and prevent further chaos, God made a momentous decision. He stripped the celestial authorities of their power, relegating them to the status of ordinary citizens.
This decree sent shockwaves through the angelic realm, igniting a fervent revolt among the angels.
In a chorus of dissent, they raised their voices against their Creator, their impassioned arguments echoing through the celestial realm. The realm that was once harmonious and serene now quivered with the echoes of divine discontent.
God, feeling defeated and despondent, watched as the angels cast off their celestial nature, becoming beings known as "Fallen Angels."
The turmoil of the fallen angels, once the embodiment of divine grace, painted the heavens with shades of rebellion and defiance. God, burdened by the upheaval caused by the fallen angels and driven by a deep yearning for harmony and redemption, harbored a secret plan within the depths of his divine mind.
This divine blueprint held the promise of reconciliation, redemption, and the restoration of celestial order. God's hidden plan shimmered like a flickering star in the vast expanse of his divine wisdom, awaiting the right moment to be set in motion—an intricate dance of destiny and providence that would shape the fate of both angels and mortals alike.
His plan was…
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"Umm... sir... masked sir... Please wake up masked sir!" the voice of the lady echoed in Zain's ears, coaxing him back to consciousness.
Zain blinked, his gaze adjusting to the surroundings. He looked up to see the concerned face of the lady who had guided him earlier.
"Huh...?" Zain muttered, his voice tinged with drowsiness and confusion.
"You..." Zain's dazed expression turned into a look of confusion as he tried to gather his bearings. He looked around, realizing that he had fallen asleep while waiting for his turn.
"I'm Ria, nice to meet you, sir," the lady introduced herself, offering a polite smile.
"Sir, it's your turn... please come this way," Ria said, her voice gently urging him to move.
Zain blinked, momentarily taken aback by her words. He quickly straightened his posture, attempting to regain composure. It was evident that he had been lost in his thoughts, oblivious to the passing time. "Huh...! Y-yes."
He rose from his seat, a surge of anticipation coursing through him. Zain followed Ria as she led the way.
'Such a shame… I almost fell asleep here,' Zain thought, mildly annoyed with himself. The waiting room had lulled him into a sense of drowsiness, but he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that he had missed something important.
'But... what was that...? It's as if I saw something, a glimpse of a forgotten memory…,'' Zain pondered, his brow furrowing with a mix of curiosity and frustration.
As he blinked away the remnants of sleep, his mind struggled to grasp the fleeting fragments of a vivid dream. Images of celestial realms, heavenly hierarchies, and angelic warfare danced at the periphery of his consciousness, tantalizingly close yet frustratingly elusive.
"For some reason, it felt important..." Zain mused, a faint crease forming on his forehead.
The ethereal glow of divine beings, the clash of mighty forces, and the weight of a momentous battle echoed in the recesses of his mind. But like wisps of smoke dissipating in the wind, the details slipped through his mental grasp, leaving behind only a sense of profound significance.
The fragments of the heavenly realm lingered at the edge of his consciousness, like pieces of a puzzle waiting to be unraveled.
Lost in his thoughts and the pursuit of elusive memories, Zain remained oblivious to his surroundings. The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly before him as he mentally retraced his steps, desperately attempting to grasp the fading fragments of his celestial visions.
Unbeknownst to him, a wall stood just ahead, ready to intercept his unwitting collision.
But fate seemed to intervene in the form of Ria, who had been diligently observing Zain's absent-minded wanderings. With a quick maneuver,
Ria deftly stepped forward and swiftly guided Zain away from his unintended path.