determination. The allies, unaware of the true extent of their mission, were eager to have their powers restored, driven by a desire that Cecilia

unfold. Their task was clear: track down the resistance, eliminate anyone who stood in their way, and retrieve the beta sword at all co

s mind. The beta sword, an artifact he knew little about, seemed to hold a crucial place in Cecilia's plans.

purpose does the beta sword serve? Shouldn't our focus b

ne. Her lips curled into a sinister smile, one that spoke of secrets only she was privy to. She took a step closer, h

ension. "This is what most ignorant beings fail to comprehend. The sword of the spirit is not just a weapon; it is an artifact of immense power, so

ven the highest orders of angels could not easily find it. But Cecilia-no, Azriel-knew the way, and the beta sword was a crucial piece of the puzz

However, there are a few, both angels and demons, who are aware of a tactic that can lead one to it.

he knowledge pressing down on him like an immense burden. Her voice, though laced with malevolent intent, carried t

serves as a compass to find the sword of heaven. Both swords are imbued with similar divinity, and th

undertaking. The beta sword was a key, not just to immense power, but to a weapo

ore intense. "Once we acquire both weapons and fuse them together, they become the e

he magnitude of her words sinking in. A weapon more powerfu

ed. "He infused it with a great amount of His abilities, making it a symbol of His power and authority over all creation. However, with the few powers He had le

was saying. The sword of the spirit was not just a weapon; it was the source of God's power, the key to His author

st of the angels. At that point, we angels were more powerful than God if He were not in possession of the sword. We possessed a fraction of God's divine powers. However, God's secret in h

gels, the chosen few who had been favored by God. But there was

"And His suspicions were right. But before that could happen, He entrusted one angel above all o

rchangel, but in reality, she's the greatest of all the angels. So great that her powers mock the seraphims, che

others, even the seraphims, cherubims, and thrones? It was a re

ry other ranking angel is unaware of her true identity. She is the light of God Himself, and th

eth, the light of God, the mother of all angels, was a being of such imm

like it has with all of us. But that's not the case, as she plays a crucial role in the merging of the swords. With her light infused into its wielder, t

they were on was not just about power or conquest-it was about reshaping the very fabric of existence, about creating a new God, one that would surpass th

inning, a step towards something far greater and far more dangerous. And as Mr. Hawthorne gazed into the eyes of the possessed Cecilia, he knew that there was no turning back. He knew that her ambitions extended far beyond the r

h suspicion. "Tell me, Hawthorne, where does your loyalty truly lie?" The words struck him like a dagger, piercing through his carefully c

d in his chest, but he knew that any sign of weakness could be his undoing. With a composed demeanor,

t there was an undercurrent of warning. "I do hope, Hawthorne, that when the time comes, you will stay true to your word. Remember, though I may be weakened now, once I am fully restored and in my true form, with you by my side as a faithful servant, only then sha

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bled upon a horrific scene-a bloodbath of lifeless bodies, both human and supernatural. The remains of government soldiers, who had once

arks of a malevolent angel's handiwork, a realization that sent a shiver down Melody's spine. As she and the others-Justin, Justine,

d, his voice weak and labored. "It's hidden... we were supposed to use it... wipe out all the supernaturals. You... you have to find it. It's our only chance." He handed her a communication devi

nd fear among them. The communication device, though barely functional, crackled to life, emitting a garbled signal. Amidst the static, a voice broke

while remaining stoic, knew that the stakes had just been raised even higher. As they prepared to continue their journey, the angels ex

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shift, becoming thick and oppressive. A strange, terrifying fog seeped through the air vents, swirling aroun

began to experience excruciating symptoms-boils erupting on their skin, blood seeping from their eyes and mouths, their bo

eadly virus across the globe, infecting all life it touched. The fog carried with it an ancient curse, a harbinger of suffering so profound that it threatened to ex

efore the curse claimed them as well. The realization that the fourth layer of hell had been unlocked filled th