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Heaven's Fall

If God could see the things I've done… would He still forgive me?

"Revived"

Judge the Irredeemable

Transgressions Unforgivable.

Weapons Implacable,

Bloodlust Insatiable.

Unworthy Sons and Daughters,

Massacres and Slaughters.

Ideals cast aside,

Her words will be our Guide

Amen

[Throne of Heaven, N.D]

Cackles of fire and brimstone consuming the once immaculate walls of what was once a throne room. The golden, marble tiles besmirched by cracks, like of an ill-maintained house abandoned by its owners. The air reeks of iron and decomposing flesh, releasing a stench that can make anyone weak-willed vomit.

There laid a man in ragged breaths, robes tattered, blood and parts of flesh stained its fabrics. His hair disheveled and frizzled. His back against on a ruined chunk of rock, his left hand gripping tightly on a chipped, long sword with a golden hilt. The vast expanse of the ruined room amplified the echoes of his coughs and ragged intake of air.

His legs shook violently as if it was trying its best to not give out. He was tall but hunched, he's well-built yet battered and bruised. His beard would've been white if it was not sprayed in blood.

"I might need to reevaluate my life decisions." he winced. Biting his lips as a wave of pain began to consume every fiber of his being. He again looked at the place around him, seeing only fire and chaos. He stared lower and growled, now seeing the lifeless corpses of four individuals. All wearing armors and insignias, their bodies missing parts of their flesh, contorted in ways that should not. One was even had a gaping hole in his chest, black liquid oozing from the fatal wounds.

He clutched his side, gritting in discomfort and frustration. To see such a tragic sight made him bitter.

Troubled and distressed was the emotion engulfing his mind. He felt weak, useless, frail and impotent. Blindsided and foolish. Exhausted of strength, resources, and energy. The only thing left was his willpower. Willpower to wait for the right time to pass on.

Such was a fate for a dying god.

Glaring at the shattered gate in front of him, waiting impatiently for his chosen offspring to see him off.

War was inevitable he digressed, but the casualties shouldn't be this inane. Many of his children had perished because of his indifference and lack of foresight.

"What a blunder this is..." he hollered. Standing up slowly, his muscles contorted painfully with every stretch. Using his chipped sword as a cane, he managed to limp a few paces out of his throne, his ears wrinkled as it heard the faint rustle of debris near the busted doors.

He tried to compose himself, "My daughter. I know you are here, come closer." he gagged, spitting phlegm of blood on his palm.

A few seconds passed before another being materialized in his line of sight. The fatigued man smiled as he saw someone familiar, running frantically towards his direction.

There he felt a tight hug encompassing his frame, revealing a woman in a tattered armor. Her face sporting numerous cuts, scrapes, wounds that marred her skin. The maiden's face transformed into a horrified stupor, her mouth agape in terror at his declining condition. "No." she choked, trying to hold the weakness in her voice.

Despite the woman being covered in what he assumed as her enemies' collective blood and she reeked like that of a decomposing corpse. She was immensely beautiful, her tangled hair hadn't diminished the sparkle of her green eyes. She was gorgeous, just like He had intended.

"Gabriel… where are your brothers?"

The aforementioned warrior gaped in a panicked state at his tired gaze, her lips quivered as she deluged in the much-needed information for her superior. Recounting that all hostile parties were stopping their attacks and are retreating as she spoke. "Raphael's fortifying the outer rear, Michael is tending to the wounded with the others right now. I was… I was sent to see your state but…"

He raised a comforting hand on her left cheek, gingerly stroking in fatherly affection. This action calmed the distressed seraph wonderfully, preventing her from an emotional breakdown. "That's enough, daughter. All of you did well." he heaved, pausing before tightening his grip on his sword.

"Father… please, I don't- I don't even..." she stammered. "For your sake, what is going on!"

He shushed her with a soft click of his finger. "That is enough, daughter. This war… is drawing its end." he motioned her to give him the distance. "I ask only for forgiveness…"

The Seraph quivers in fear as if death was clawing her neck. God asking for mercy? The maddest of jokes.

"Father, what are you-" Gabriel's response halted seeing as her father had placed his weapon in her dirty palms.

The aged man sighed before soldiering on. "Do this… in memory of me, Gabriel." He then gave the shocked woman a grin. "I am out of options, I can't delay my death anymore. I would've preferred Michael but… you, my daughter. You would be enough to carry my inheritance."

The older figure stared at her, "You will know, Gabriel. In time you will… know." he said in a cryptic tone. God smiled at the blonde woman, pressing his hands upon her cheeks. "I give you, your burden to keep."

The ground beneath them shook into a violent earthquake, making the seraph lose her footing. Separating herself from her creator, his body stiffened, unmoving despite the outside forces acting upon it. Gabriel was screaming, desperately trying to cling towards God in the hope of healing his wounds. What her Father told her were things of dread. They can't lose Him now, there was a bloody war outside the gates of Heaven. They were going to lose everything if God - one she thought infallible - die.

"Father!"

The blonde felt a warm sensation near her forehead. She moved an arm to wipe it only to stare in shock. Blood. Fear engulfed her psyche. And at that moment, the Seraphim saw the impossible happening. Gabriel looked impotently as her Father faded into nonexistence, dying with a whimper.

A few moments felt like hours as the blonde angel looked in a putrid mixture of despair and denial. Her body under the threat of collapse as Gabriel's arms quivered and convulsed. Staring into the null void that was once her creator's sanctuary. The decomposing bits of flesh and blood from her devil siblings lay unnoticed as the newly orphaned Seraphim planted her aching fists on the ground. Screaming unintelligibly, begging to wake up from this nightmare of a reality.

It took an hour before the rest of Gabriel's battle-weary siblings came scrambling through the throne room in both confusion and mortification. They first saw the rotting flesh of their fallen brethren and the catatonic state of their youngest sibling. Michael, the most concerned for his sister, practically flew towards Gabriel and hugged her. But his soothing platitudes did not placate her, nor did it save them from learning the bitter truth.

"What the hell is going on…" said one of the Seraphim.

[End of Prologue]

Author's Note:

I am back. Hopefully, things would be different this time.

P.S. If any of you play FGO. Add me please, IGN: Cardinal Law. Code: 846,323,996

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