On the city of silver on its edge stood a being strong and powerful enough to end the 10 worlds. But netheir he wanted its destruction or its throne. He just wanted peace, all kinds of peace. And he thought that the only way was suicide.
He jumped
On the back of his mind someone or something called "don't do it, the consequences are catastropicals"
Tears fell with him, he knew the consequences, but he was tired.
He fell, but time became unrecognizable for him. It could have been a thousand years or a single second. He knew, his blind attempt to commit suicide lead him to become lost.
He thought 'Is this the feeling of death for a being like him, or it was something else' right now all the burden and pains of all living stopped to being his.
He was finally free.
He with a crying and sad voice told to himself " you can rest now, but know that the pain and suffering will kill millions or billions. O what have I done. I want… I need to come back." Cries and screams could be heard around the worlds. He tored his wings and dropped them, pulled his air and eyes not caring for pain, he needed to come back the world would be destroyed. A voice then with gentleness says "rest"
He knew, that himself is saying those words, it was him. He had endured for eons the burden and all the bad thoughts, since a being like him could not succumb to them. But at the start of the last milenia his thoughts became heavier and harder to ignore, leading him to this situation.
Time seemed to be frozen and all around the angel was darkness pure darkness, one that he only saw once when he and god decided to create the universe, it wasn't noting but darkness, there's a great difference.
On a village on the northern kingdom, the most far away from the Demon King, in this village its people were celebrating the creation a day each year that celebrated its people as a sign of respect towards god but mainly their lead angel Miserabilis, the one who helped god himself and put all his powers at Merced of this creation.
He wanted, as the scared records say, to create a world filled with peace, happiness and love, but to accomplish that all the bad things and feelings suffered or that would have been suffered by the people were made the angel suffering. So the people, for the years since existence have celebrated it, not mattering race or else.
But it all changed when 200 years ago a war broke, this made the people realize that something was wrong, it wasn't supposed to happen, their angel was always there to stop it with his divinity. They lost hope and love for him, and each day of war and death pain and suffering the people stopped celebrating him, since he abandoned them. This was triggered even more when the messiah that came only each two thousand years told them of their angel suicide and that he may never come back.
But in this village it's people never lost hope, maybe because the war was far or their persistent will to never surrender, they still held the tradition even after all this years.