An angel named Messiahs fell from grace. Sunset stood frozen in time over the horizon as Messiahs drew out his sword amidst the fall. His shining plates of armor glittered bright even in darkness. His wings spread in the air as he flew through a cosmic city heaven provided for the pure at heart. The milky sky and clean air, the bountiful array of stars. The beautiful dream God created turned into a nightmare as he, Messiahs, descended onto the pits of hell.
Messiahs soared through the underworld until he reached the surface. He hovered before making a landing. Just above him, at a distance, lay paradise disappearing before the clouds. Heaven cast its light down into hell for those who seek redemption. Messiahs was a beacon in a world of ruins. He looked around to a deserted kingdom. Pillars scattered in the debris, temples burned and screams raved in agony. Hell is everything heaven isn’t.
“An angel,” those that lingered in the shadows called, “But your scent be wicked.” Demons crawled from where they hid; laughing, scheming. Their vile appearance would kill anyone who dare lay a sight on them. Their deformity and soulless eyes were a testament to their evil ways. The dark side turned them into monsters, corrupted to the core. They were once Angel’s led to a path unsuitable for good. “You don’t belong here Messiahs. Be gone!” They circled around him. “Or have you forsaken Fathers teachings.”
“He’s come to purify us!”
“The redeemer! The redeemer!”
The weak scattered away while the bold creeped closer, taunting a reaction from Messiahs. They wanted to be blinded by his mighty light. The demons craved to be smite down by the powers of God. They longed to be delivered. Their laugh haunted the air as they teased Messiahs. “We know who you are,” one said. “We know what you are after,” another continued. “We know who you are!” They chanted in unison, laughing. The demons danced around Messiahs, chanting a curse. The demons held hands as they whispered insidious things.
Messiahs broke the circle as he extended his wings. The demons scattered across the ruins, some rolling away while others disappearing behind fallen pillars. They giggled as they got to their feet. They finished their chant, bit their hand and slammed it to the ground. An invisible circle flashed before them with Messiahs in the center. The earth split apart with a thunderous roar. Messiahs flew in the air and witnessed a summoning spell.
Lava emerged from the cracks. Another roar escaped the earth, causing a wave of lava to erupt. A mountain of fire bubbled into a beast. The lava grew arms and legs. A face screamed into existence as it attempted to capture Messiahs. Before he knew it, Messiahs was on the run. The demons chased Messiahs throughout the valleys of hell with their pet following behind. The demons aimed poisonous arrows at Messiahs, others swung their demented blades. None were as treacherous as the beast leaving behind puddles of magma, incinerating everything it touches.
Messiahs was determined. Good always prevails, inevitably. One demon managed to get a hold on Messiahs. Soon, a hoard of demons piled onto them. Darkness engulfed them all until Messiahs armor exploded into light. The demons were gone instantaneously. The magma spirit hardened into a hill. Life emerged as Messiahs remained standing. His wings gave a breath of fresh air to life where there once were none. Heavens light shimmered through Messiahs armor like a star.
As Messiahs left the scene, what plant life blossomed soon withered. Hell was no place for beauty to prosper. Messiahs crossed the desert of despair with heaven just above him. “This ends now.” Messiahs spoke, reflecting on events that happened before his fall. He gripped his sword pondering on his anointment. “He is no enemy of mine.” Messiahs remembered the conversation he had before descending onto hell. “He will be my successor.” Blasphemy shook the council as he proclaimed his truth.
“Have you forgotten why your father banished him?” Messiahs could not shake their clouded opinions.
“His teachings are misunderstood.” Messiahs backed his reason. “You will see him different.” Hell was no place for an angel, let alone Gods only son. Messiahs soared through the underworld by passing tortured souls and lost hope. As morbid and opaque hell is known for, Messiahs saw nothing but potential beginnings for greatness. He simply had to track down one faithful soul to turn everything on its head.
Hellfire erupted from mountains over beyond the distance. Black clouds concealed heaven above. Fire scorched the barren lands, sheltering the wicked. Messiahs liberated those who yearned salvation from hell. He did not feel pity but empathy for their souls. He could not bear to hear their cries, see the hurt in their hollow eyes. Hell was over populated by death and misery. Beasts thrived from all the agony. Demons rejoiced in all the evil that consumed the underworld.
Messiahs journey to hell was nothing short of what he had expected. Just beyond his sight, a temple for the God to the underworld stood untouched by the fires of hell. There, Messiahs knew he would find his equal. His wings felt heavy from the heat emitting from the ground. Screams burdened those who heard every tearful pain. Messiahs armor created a barrier from the demons lingering about. Some froze as they watched an angel fly past them. Stunned to find magnetic grace in a depressing world.
Messiahs flew above a sea of tortured souls begging to be forgiven for their sins. Messiahs light redeemed all who seek a second chance. “Be gone!” The demons nagged as their tortured souls healed before their eyes. Their souls shrunk into dazzling orbs that floated up to heaven. The demons tried to capture their meal but were scathe by the sacred light. With no souls to feed upon, the demons turned to Messiahs for revenge.
“Angel’s die in Hell.” They drew their swords along with their mystic spells. The air shifted into demonic chants as they cursed Messiahs. An army of demons and beasts waged against one single angel who fell from grace. Messiahs held his ground as he fought off approaching demons. His wings shield him from on coming hexes. Two ice spirits were summoned to aid the demons. Messiahs called upon the powers of heaven to smite evil in its track. Even outnumbered, good always prevails.
“No weapon shall prosper against me!” Messiahs proclaimed as he recited Gods word. The demons did not care. They wanted angel blood all to themselves. The demons began fighting each other as they attempted to capture pure light. Messiahs holy sword blocked and repelled any demon that got too close. The demons began to fade as Messiahs blade cut through their wickedness. The demons fell to the burning flames, only to be transmuted into light. Any demon fortunate enough to be cut by an angel’s sword were reverted back to angels.
More demons emerged from the underworld. Once again, Messiahs called upon the powers of heaven and erupted into pure light. An opening gave way for Messiahs to escape the demons. Though their attempts were futile, the demons were stubborn. They wanted revenge, they wanted to be redeemed. As Messiahs flew past stunned demons, a monstrous beast knocked him to the ground. The beast was summoned from the depths of hell to capture and kill Messiahs.
The beast had four heads of different animals. Its claws were long and sharp. Its breath toxic to angels. As Messiahs got to his feet, more demons came for the attack. Messiahs had no time to strategize. “You are a fool to think you, an angel, could prevail against us.” They spoke as they swung their blades. Messiahs did his best to overcome. “This is our world. You have no power here!” The beast grabbed one of Messiahs wings as he attempted to flee and slammed him back to the ground. More demons piled on top of Messiahs.
The demons tried to break Messiahs armor but were burned in the process. Messiahs shot straight up, blinding everyone in sight. The beast reached for Messiahs but Messiahs had had enough. His halo miraculously appeared above his head. Messiahs chanted a prayer in a language only angels knew. He closed his eyes and extended his hands towards the beast. The beast was gone in a blink of an eye along with the army of demons. Messiahs had little time before more return.
His journey in hell was over as the temple to the God of the underworld was feet away. Messiahs raced to its brimstone gates as demons appeared behind him. The demons were accompanied by beasts and monsters. They all wanted a taste of angel blood, they thirst for heavens light. Poisonous arrows, balls of magma, shards of ice, metallic earth. Weapons merged from evil to smite good would not and could not prosper against Messiahs, Gods word prove right.
Messiahs soared through hell as demons and beast chased after him. Messiahs feared not for he had Gods protection. Messiahs never called upon his fellow angels for help. No matter how many demons kept appearing, along with their pets. Messiahs only needed Gods blessings to overcome any obstacle. Messiahs drew out his sword once again as he neared the temple to the God of the underworld. He was determined to speak to his long time friend, his equal.
