Holy Genesis: Chapter 2

Edward cursed quietly to himself as he stood outside the front door to his home, trying for perhaps the thousandth time to think of any reason at all that he could give to his mother to explain why he was late, why his clothes were shredded along his stomach where Viser had slashed him with her claws, and finally, why he had an actual sword in his hand. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be out and about, despite it not being that late in the evening, so no one had seen him running home with a sword, so he supposed the small prayer he had made shortly after leaving the warehouse earlier had been answered, he was grateful for that.

Sadly, thinking of some reason to tell a stranger, if he had been seen, why he was carrying a sword had been much easier than thinking of something to tell his mother, that was a true challenge. He glanced down at Excalibur Ruler in his hand, frowning slightly. "I'm grateful for you suddenly appearing and helping me out, but isn't there any way you could've disappeared the same way, just for a little while until I got to my room?" He practically pleaded the weapon. Much like he expected, the sword didn't respond. Edward sighed and rolled his eyes. "Now here I am talking to a sword, I'm going crazy at this point." He muttered to himself.

"Oi, kid!" A male's voice shouted out from inside his house, making Edward's eyes widen in surprise. "Would you come in already! We got a cup of tea for you in here, and it's getting cold!"

Edward frowned and opened the door, quickly going inside and shutting and locking the door behind him. His grip on Excalibur Ruler's handle tightened as he warily made his way towards the kitchen. He stopped as he reached the entrance to the kitchen and took a deep breath. He whirled around the corner of the wall, Excalibur Ruler pointed towards the potential enemy, but he frowned when he saw who was seated at the table.

Both his mother and an odd looking stranger stared at him, the stranger arching an eyebrow. The stranger was a tall man who looked to be around his late twenties and had an average build for a man his age. The man's hair was perhaps his oddest feature; it was mostly black, but the long bangs were a golden color and he had a black goatee. He wore a dark red coat that reached his ankles with grey pants and brown dress shoes. The man was shooting him a small smirk as a cup with what Edward assumed was tea rested in his hand.

"Geez kid, little over-dramatic don't you think? You're acting like I'm going to attack you or something." The man said, chuckling as he sat down his tea. The man pointed to one of the empty chairs at the table. "You should sit, we need to talk."

Edward stared, a bit slackjawed, this wasn't going quite like he expected. He glanced over to his mother, who had yet to say anything, and she gave him a small smile and nodded. He lowered Excalibur Ruler and walked over to the table, quietly taking a seat beside his mother, though his gaze never wandered from the smirking man across the table. "Mom, who is this guy?"

His mother sighed, sitting her cup of tea down on the table. "His name is Azazel, he's family, your uncle actually." She said, causing Edward's eyes to widen.

"Huh? I thought you said you were an only child mom." Edward said, frowning. He looked back over at Azazel, the older man's smirk only seemed to grow larger.

His mother nodded. "I am an only child, Azazel is actually your father's brother." She said. Edward's frown deepened as he continued to stare down the man across the table from him. The fact that this man was apparently his father's brother was quite the shock, actually, his mother bringing up his father was quite surprising on its own. His mother never talked about his father, so he had naturally assumed that she just hated talking about him. If he recalled correctly, then the last time they had more than just a brief word about him had been a few years ago, and then his mother had only said that his father had a very important job that he needed to do somewhere far away, though his mother had been quite adamant that his father still loved both of them very much and hated being seperated from them.

"My father's?" Edward questioned quietly. His mother nodded, and Azazel chuckled again.

"Yep, your dear old dad is my older brother, it's nice to meet ya kid." Azazel said, raising his pointer and index fingers in a mock salute. Edward gave him a slight nod back, though his confusion remained.

"Not to be rude, but if you're my uncle, why have I never met you before?" He asked. Azazel sighed, his smirk turning into a small frown.

"Well" He began "One reason is that I didn't know you existed until earlier this morning, quite a shocker than was by the way, another reason is that a good chunk of your dad's family is...estranged, that's a good word, I suppose." Azazel sighed again and Edward was quite surprised at the look in the man's eyes, they looked like they had experienced and seen far more than a man who looked only to be in his late twenties should be able to.

"Estranged how?" Edward asked.

"Estranged as in, some of your father's family ended up fighting in a war against the rest of his family, and neither side has really made peace with the other." Azazel said.

"I'm guessing this war you're mentioning isn't one of the World Wars, is it?"

Azazel chuckled at the comment and shook his head. "I wish kid, but no." Azazel sent an odd look at the only female at the table "So, you really haven't told him, have you?"

Edward watched curiously as his mother scowled, an expression he didn't even know she was able to do. "No," She said "I had hoped to keep him out of that world for as long as I could, I was hoping he would be a full grown adult before he was needed."

Azazel snorted and shook his head "Considering who his father is, that was rather foolish, heck if it wasn't for that Excalibur fragment then he might've died today." He said, glancing at the Holy Sword resting at Edward's side.

"Wait, Excalibur fragment?" Edward questioned "Excalibur Ruler was the name that seemed to pop into my head, but I don't understand why, was Excalibur an actual sword?"

Azazel nodded. "Yes, but we'll get back to the sword in a few moments, let's talk about the more important thing here. What do you know about Angels?"

Edward blinked in confusion, frowning. "Just the basics from the Bible really."

Azazel nodded, expecting this answer. "What if I told you that the things in the Bible, and beyond for that matter, were all real?"

Edward frowned ans sent the man a small glare, which Azazel noted looked like a carbon copy of Michael's. "You shouldn't joke like that, not when we're talking about something so serio-what in the world!?"

The ending exclamation was due to the fact that, much to Edward's shock, twelve pitch black wings, much like a crows, seemed to erupt from Azazel's back, making Edward's jaw drop in shock.

Azazel smirked, seemingly amused at his nephew's reaction. His wings spread out in an almost presentation like fashion. Edward pointed a shaky finger at the older male. "Y-y-y-you're an Angel?"

"Fallen Angel actually." Azazel corrected, pointing at his wings "They're black see? An Angel's wings are white, except for your father's, his are golden."

"Wait, what do you mean my father!?" Edward exclaimed, his green eyes wide with shock. He whirled around to look at his mother and was shocked even further to see a look of resignation on her face. He looked back at Azazel, who withdrew his wings, his point having been made. "What do you mean by my father's wings?

"Do I really have to spell it out to you?" Azazel asked with a small frown, then he sighed "Very well then. Edward, your father is an Angel, and not just any Angel either. Your father is the Archangel Michael."

Edward simply stared at his uncle for a few minutes, his green eyes unfocused as his mind tried to comprehend the information he had just recieved. How in the world was he, of all people, the son of an Angel, and the Archangel at that. He didn't know all that much about the Bible, a bit more than anyone here in Japan, since any religion involving the Bible was rather rare in this country, but even he knew the importance of Michael, he was essentially as high ranked as an Angel could get. "That doesn't make sense!" He exclaimed "I'm no genius when it comes to the Bible, but even I know that Angels being with humans was certainly not encouraged!"

Azazel nodded, frowning as he remembered old memories of when he and some of his closest friends fell from Heaven. "You're right, Angels being with humans is forbidden actually, it's how myself and many of my allies fell from Heaven."

Edward's mother snorted, rolling her eyes. "To be fair, you fell because of your lust for humans, Michael and I being together for love could have some sort of part why he didn't fall."

Azazel chuckled and nodded "Fair point." He conceded.

Edward looked back to his mother, questions still filling his eyes. "Mom, how did you meet and Angel, an Archangel?"

His mother sighed, though a small and nostalgia filled smile crossed her lips. "We met at a bar believe it or not." She said, giggling. Azazel's eyes suddenly shined with interest.

"Michael at a bar?" He asked, smirking "You're kidding me?"

"Nope," Edward's mother said "He looked so out of place, a white dress shirt, black tie, and slacks. He looked more prepared for a wedding than just getting a drink. Though I suppose I didn't look much better, I was only there because a friend dragged me along with her. Perhaps that's what drew us to each other, neither of us belonged there and the other could clearly see it. We hit it off quickly, had regular meetings as friends for a while before he asked me on a date, and around two years later, he proposed."

"I imagine your heritage came into the equation at some point?" Azazel asked, recieving a questioning look from his nephew and a nod from his sister-in-law.

"Yes, being his descendent is what brought Michael's attention to me in the first place, I i imagine it also has some reason to why Michael remained a normal Angel." She said.

"Michael said the reason he didn't fall was because your soul was as pure as any Angel, there was no sin within you that could corrupt him and make him fall." Azazel pointed out, and smirked when he saw her blush slightly.

"So he's still a flatterer then." She muttered to herself, smiling slightly. Edward frowned as he looked between the two.

"What do you mean by heritage and descendent, what else are you hiding?" He asked, slightly angry about being kept this much in the dark.

"Geez, didn't even tell the kid about his ancestor?" Azazel asked his sister-in-law, then sighed "You're a descendent of King Arthur Pendragon himself kid, congradulations."

Edward again looked at his uncle in shock, blinking a few times, before he fully realized what Azazel had said. "Wait, what!?" He whirled back around to look at his mother again. "Are there any other secrets?" He asked in exasperation. "Any secret siblings I should know about?"

"No, but you do have cousins out there who may come after you since you have Excalibur Ruler." Azazel said calmly, as if he was just pointing out a stain on a shirt.

"Fantastic." Edward muttered. He frowned at his mother and sighed. "You've given me a short version, I'd like to hear a longer version."

"It'll take a while." His mother said.

"Great!" Azazel happily exclaimed, smirking again "I'll make some coffee!" Both of the other two sighed before they both settled back at the table to continue the story.

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None of the three in the house were able to notice the figure standing outside the home on the sidewalk, staring at the home as if he could see through the walls and directly into the kitchen. He was a tall and dignified young man with golden hair standing up like a blazing flame, with two long bangs hanging over his face. He was quite handsome with an elegant face, and his eyes, crimson like blood, had slit irises like a cat and were visibly not those of a human, seemed to give off a mysterious radiance that would make most normal people wither. He has a "perfectly proportioned body" and seemingly emanated a majesty that would make even flames surrounding him afraid to come close in fear of being extinguished. The young man wore an orange shirt with a black jacket slightly shorter than the jacket, and black jeans.

"Hm," The young man mused to himself "So Excalibur Ruler chose this one rather than Arthur." A large smirk crossed his face as he put his hands in his pockets. He then turned and began to walk down the street and away from the home, the confident smirk never fading. "Perhaps you could prove to be a worthy challenge, Holy Sword Wielder."

Author's Note: Shorter chapter this time, mostly just interactions between Edward, his mother, and Azazel, and with a little forshadowing, but don't worry, next chapter should be longer again, since Edward will be interacting with both the Gremory Peerage and Fallen Angels. Thanks for reading, hope to see you next chapter!