Before there was time, before there was light, before there was darkness. There was one thing and one thing only….. Me. I am the immortal that has always been and always will be. I have long forgotten my name. I am doomed to walk this earth until the end of time. I do not know how I came into existence nor do I know how long I have been here but truthfully I don’t really care. My one and only purpose in this wretched life of mine is to end it. That is the thing with immortality, you end up searching for justification; why you are here, what must be your purpose, what are you going to do with this long life of yours. So many have such little time and spend it in wondrous ways. I have lived thousands of lives, been every possible role you can imagine, but none of it has given me any satisfaction. I have been cursed to roam this world with no meaning. I am but a demon-damned to walk this earth until it withers away or another finds a way to destroy me. Alas, that is not why I have decided to write this. This is the story of another fallen that I have been watching for many millennia, this one has gone by many names but his first name was always Mithos.
Just like most Fallen, He was naive in believing the race you now know as humans could ever help him in achieving his purpose. These hairless apes that could barely walk on two legs, and he thinks that they could help him. No matter what they do or what they grunt, until he realizes that he is a god among them he will never reach his full potential. That is what I am here for To guide this young celestial to his full potential and with that, achieving my purpose and finally be at peace. Maybe I’ll even become mortal, one could only hope.
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Mithos was a general in the Lords army. He was the best of the best. An archangel that stood nearly nine feet tall, long amber hair that flowed down to rest gently on his shoulders. His skin was as golden as the sun, with a voice that could shake the mountains. He had a wingspan of nearly eighteen feet, almost double of any other celestial being. Where Mithos got his real power, his true being, was from his ten foot long, double-edged blade, his Herachrome Sword.
This sword was the manifestation of a hundred thousand souls, all cursed to spend eternity being the lords only true weapon against the forces of darkness or so the legend goes. He could call the very hellfire upon it to ignite the blade to vanquish any foe. One would hope that they would never wind up in that weapon forged from the fires of Hades. None would ever dare to cross his path just in the reassurance that they wouldn’t spend eternity in that bloody thing. So let us begin with how this general of the Lord on highs mighty army became a lowly fallen.
The world you call Earth was newly formed, water barely filling the oceans and seas on this small planet, before any intelligent creatures were breathed into existence. There was a war between light and dark, a war so massive it lasted over six million years. With billions upon billions of injured and dead warriors every month, it was one of the most brutal wars never heard of. A war between Angels and Demons determining the fate of the entire universe. This war that seemed unbearable for the two opposing sides was the only thing Mithos knew.
He was the son of the lords most beloved Archangel, raised in the ways of the Archangel to one day become that true being of ultimate light. Since his very existence, Mithos was trained in every warrior art form you could possibly imagine. He was tested day and night to become the most powerful weapon any celestial being could ever hope to become. He was flawless in technique. Before you could raise your hand to attack, he would have a hundred different ways to disarm, dismember, and ultimately destroy you. Nothing could beat him and nothing did until today of course. The day of the fallen, as you must now know it.
The day began like any other day, the clouds were making their usual rounds blocking the sun, teasing the residents of heaven with occasional warm rays. It was just breaking noon when the trumpets were heard, awakening our mighty hero. He knew it could only mean one thing. The forces of darkness were headed towards the pearly white gates of Heaven. He quickly put on his ten-tonne armor. Just like the almighty himself the armor was almost blinding if you were to look straight at it. It was bright gold with accents of white ivory, all around it was engravings of the mighty achievements of its wearer, currently being Mithos. This armor has been passed down from mentor to student for generations, twenty to be exact. It’s said to be unbreakable, if any dark force were to touch or try to don this armor, they would be sent straight into oblivion.
Mithos sheathed his blade and teleported his way into the throne room of Heaven. The same room that was blinked into existence when the almighty made these celestial beings. They were nearly eighteen stories tall, with floors lined with gold blocks, tall ivory pillars stood on the side to hold the ceiling from crashing down. On the ceiling lined a living mural of the universe outside of these pearly gates. As he entered, Mithos bowed his head briefly, then raised it ever so slightly looking forward towards the celestial being called Yeshua. Sitting on his mighty throne that glowed in a dim white light made entirely out of pure ivory and plated in pure silver and gold. He was seventy feet tall, a body that looked to hold a living universe. Completely transparent with billions of galaxies inside this almost angelic being. The spot where his face should be was instead an unknown galaxy spinning slowly in circles, looks down towards his kneeling general.
“My lord, the demons begin their assault again. What is it you will have me do?” Mithos said in the most humble way possible. Yeshua replies in a booming voice echoing inside these mighty halls; “Prepare the troops, today is to be the last day we will fight. For today my father will smite these lost souls into their rightful place, they will be sent to Hades for the rest of eternity. Never to see the light of day again, they will be punished for their traitorous ways. Take your men to the opening of the void, defend it until my father opens the portal. Now make haste!” Receiving his orders, our hero teleports to the barracks.
The soldiers glance up from their daily duties to lock eyes with their General. “Attention!” One soldier yells, all eight soldiers jolt up to attention. Mithos looked at his men, proud of the celestials he has trained. Cultivating them into the most dangerous and efficient defenders of light any celestial being has ever seen. These celestials were unlike any other in the known universe, they were roughly seven to eight feet tall. (Humiel, Iaoth, Baraqiel, Radueriel, Lobrus, Ithuriel, Raphael, Yendius.) With a wingspan of fourteen feet, each one was wearing their own fitted gold plated armor with ivory accents. Enochian runes were engraved on almost every inch of it, granting them special powers with each rune. Created from dust from the cosmos and forged inside the very star that circled the heavens, just like the very shields and swords they were equipped with. These celestial beings were the only ones of their kind. They were the Almighty’s deadliest weapon.
“Men, we have been called for a very special mission. We are to lure our traitorous brothers to the void, our lord has commanded us to defend Heavens gates long enough for him to open the portal to the dark abyss below. We will be at the front of the formation, there will be seven battalions backing to reinforce us. They will not escape us this time, we shall drive these demons into the depths of Hades! Pack up your things, we leave at dusk.” Mithos said in his most commanding voice. The soldiers began quickly preparing their packs for the battle ahead, each excited to finally be done with the darkness they have long fought.
Our hero proceeded to teleport back to his humble abode to prepare as well. He knew that not all of them would make it back. He needed to make sure that they would have everything they could possibly need just in case he needed to deploy the portal to the void himself. For he was the only one who could bring them back to heaven, only the Holy Trinity and himself have the heavenly gift to teleport back from the void. He prayed he would not need to use this special gift.
With only four hours to dusk, he began to meditate. He would need his mind sharper than ever. Slowly putting himself into a trance, he began to mutter the old language of celestials. “OLANI OAI OIAD NAZPSAD OLANI OAI OIAD NAZPSAD OLANI GEMEGANZAPON OIAD ORS AAI OL IP MONONS OL MONASCI OD VRAN OL NAZPSAD” He whispered over and over until nothing else was heard. Until there was nothing but him, Mithos entered into his mind-space to see the future, the present, and the past all as one continues image. He used this space to plan out his tactics, reviewing every battle he was ever in and ever will be in. Four hours to find the best possible strategy to ambush his enemy. Finally realizing the only possible way of achieving any sort of victory with minimal casualties was to surprise the enemy from the North end of the Void just past dawn. Taking his men there first and having the battalions come up behind him an hour later. Finally working out the details of his new found strategy. He wakes from his trance. Fully refreshed and equipped now with a strategy to destroy the enemy. He teleports to the stairs leading towards Heavens throne room.
Looking down to the main clearing, Mithos gazed at his men, seven battalions lined the streets, all ready for war. They looked as statues, silently standing at attention, waiting for orders from their highly revered general. “Soldiers, we have been called to arms by our Lord. He has entrusted us with the task of vanquishing our traitors kin, once and for all. We will not fail him, we will fight until the very ground beneath our feet has crumbled into dust. We are the lord’s right hand, there are none that can hope to defeat us. Gather your strength men, when the sun rises we send our enemy to the void!” Mithos yelled at his men, in a mighty voice. “DUES VULT” They replied vigorously in unison. Leading the formation, he sprinted towards the gates, with a valiant leap and a mighty flap of his eighteen-foot wings, soared into the sky. A wondrous sight to behold, thousands of celestial beings soaring into the sky in a calculated formation. All heading towards an epic battle against their dark brethren. With the wind in their favor, these glorious fighters would be at the entrance of the void in a few short hours.