In the celestial realm, the resounding clash of divine voices enveloped me like thunder, a tumultuous symphony that shook the very essence of my celestial being. Shadows concealed the speaker, their words piercing through the radiant expanse.
"Raziel, do you still think mortals should not be ended? Are they not playthings for us, gods? Are they not made for our amusements?" The words, dripping with condescension, emerged from the darkness, a challenge to my dissent.
Unable to escape the celestial bickering, I stood amidst the cosmic turmoil, my wings trembling with the weight of frustration. I, who once soared among the divine, now found myself relegated to the role of a silent spectator, unable to confront the disdainful faces that reveled in their cosmic games.
The provocative voice persisted, a haunting melody that echoed through the ethereal expanse. I turned my gaze towards the embodiment of arrogance – the Thunder God, their laughter a thunderous echo reverberating through the celestial realms.
Frustration simmered within me, a potent blend of anger and helplessness. I longed for the power to slice through those mocking faces, to challenge their divine whimsy. Yet, I was nothing more than an angel, stripped of celestial might, bound by the chains of their divine decree.
"Yes," I responded, my voice a quiet declaration that resonated with the echoes of centuries. "Mortals are not your playthings. They have lives too."
The Thunder God's displeasure manifested in a scowl, his divine presence imposing and overwhelming. Without warning, he exerted his celestial might, pushing me to the ground with a force that echoed his irritation.
"How dare you take those filthy mortal sides?" he demanded, redirecting his wrath toward a beautiful female angel, her radiance akin to a graceful white swan.
The Thunder God, seeking affirmation, questioned her, "Who is the greatest, me or that mortal?" The lady, adept at soothing his ego, responded with honeyed words, "Of course, my lord, it's you. You are greater than the supreme lord who created the universe. With your majestic white elephant mount and the heavenly throne, how can those mere mortals even compare to you?"
As she continued to extol his virtues, I couldn't remain silent. While I understood the politics of flattery, the truth within me rebelled against such arrogance. We existed because of mortals, not in spite of them.
"I disagree with you, my lord," I interjected, my voice carrying a tone of respectful dissent. "Sorry to offend you, but no one can compare to the supreme lord who created this vast universe. You are nothing but the keeper of this heaven, while he is the preserver and controller of the entire cosmos. No one, not even you, can rival his supremacy."
The lady's attempt to pacify the Thunder God clashed with my honest expression. I continued, "Immortals were created by the supreme lord to protect mortals, not to treat them like playthings. Your arrogance may lead to consequences. I hope you set aside your ego, settle down quietly, and devote yourself to saving humans from the demons, closing those realms, and restoring balance to the universe. otherwise your ego will drown you."
The proclamation of my defiance hung heavily in the celestial air, challenging the Thunder God's pride. In response, his divine wrath surged, a tempest of celestial fury.
"You dare to say that I, the Heavenly Lord, am egoistic, and I can be compared to those mortal beings?" His voice thundered, echoing through the divine realms. "I will make you a mortal. I, the heavenly being, will kill you with my own hands, make you experience the harshest life in the mortal world. Then, you will know who is the best—me or those mortals. Become a mortal and experience their suffering. When you become mortal, at that time, you will know the value of my words, that the heavenly world is the best. You will know one day that those human deserve those. Go and live among those filthy humans, who are greedy and corrupted. To gain power, they can even betray their own kins you think such humans deserve my protection."
In an instant, the celestial decree unfolded with merciless swiftness. He, the Heavenly Lord, extinguished my existence without a moment's hesitation. There was no time for contemplation, only the abrupt transition from celestial being to mortal vulnerability.
Amidst the laughter and bickering of the angels and gods, allies of the Thunder God, my thoughts screamed in protest. "Damn you, gods! Is this my punishment for speaking the truth and taking sides for the weakest? Why should the weak suffer? I will show you the power of mortals, you gods. Just you wait."
My eyes, once accustomed to the divine radiance, were now closed. I felt the jolt of transition, and as I opened my eyes, I found myself on Earth. The vast sky stretched above me, an overwhelming expanse that seemed to mock my newfound powerlessness. I attempted to move, to exert the celestial grace I once possessed, but my efforts were futile.
The realization struck me with a pang of despair—I was confined within the body of a human, trapped amidst the stillness of the mortal world. A cry, raw and filled with frustration, erupted from my mortal form. "Waah!" I screamed, the sound echoing against the earthly confines.
"F*** you, immortals," I muttered in my newfound vulnerability. "I can't even move my body. At least I have legs and hands." The awareness of my human limitations enveloped me, and I found myself entangled with a corpse, a stark reminder of the mortality I now embraced.
Crawling through the aftermath of chaos, my legs dragged reluctantly over the debris-strewn ground. Wounds on my celestial form stung with the echoes of vulnerability, and the taste of copper filled my mouth as blood, not my own, adorned my celestial face.
A stark realization gripped me amidst the dissonance – "Looks like these were not my blood. But where am I?" The question lingered in the air, punctuated by the silent screams of fallen buildings, the mournful presence of corpses, and the acrid smoke that clung to the desolation.
The scene unfolded like a macabre tapestry: the skeletal remains of buildings crumbled into the dust of despair, the lifeless forms of fallen comrades sprawled in grotesque repose, a fallen tower like a monument to a forgotten catastrophe, and splatters of blood that marked the canvas of this nightmarish realm.
Amidst the wreckage, the air whispered of dungeons and the lurking shadows of unseen monsters. I strained to understand why my celestial essence now inhabited a mortal shell, a question amplified by the surreal and ominous ambiance that enveloped me.
Yet, a glimmer of curiosity stirred as I spotted a blood-stained bag nestled among the remains. "Maybe I can find a clue in that bag." The thought lingered like a spark of hope in the darkness.
With deliberate determination, I reached towards the bag, my celestial fingers navigating through the grotesque tableau. The resonance of mortality echoed with each movement, my celestial form now bound by the limitations of earthly existence.
The bag, a stained artifact in this twisted landscape, held the potential for revelation. As I unlatched its closure, the metallic scent of blood mingled with the earthly musk, a fusion of celestial and mortal essence.
Inside the bag, a silent narrative unfolded. A map, its symbols cryptic and foreboding, hinted at the labyrinthine mysteries that awaited. A journal, inked with fragmented thoughts, whispered secrets and questions left unresolved. A photograph, capturing a moment of forgotten joy, resonated with the nostalgia of a life now lost.
In the silent communion with the bag's contents, the fragments of my celestial self sought connection with the mortal intricacies that now defined my existence.
"Nothing useful? Will I ever find my identity?" A bottle rolled near my leg. Out of curiosity, I picked it up to examine its contents. A screen popped up in the air.
[Healing potion: 80% recovery rate]
"Whoa, what is this? I've never seen something like this in the immortal world." I reached out to touch it, and suddenly, a can came and hit me on the head.
"Hey, you loser! You're still alive? I thought those people had buried you in the ground."
The voice was as annoying as the Thunder God's. Its tone was harsh, reminiscent of the deities' arrogance. I turned to see the person who spoke in such an irritating and arrogant manner.