PROLOUGE

The amount of power I had was a burden; it took a toll on me that went unnoticed. All the energy I could ever wish for was beneath my fingertips. I tried to live for justice and equality, but there was always something I forgot. I did not know what I was doing, I will admit. Governing over everything in The Creation was always bound to have challenges. It just felt that I was the one who made a mistake. Suppose you look at working conditions in Argon. In that case, there is an atrocity in Breaztle. I rectify the conditions in Breaztle, but I forget the people of Velme are suffering under the rule of a tyrannical despot. He is an incarnation of evil and must be stopped at all costs, or the planet will be destroyed. That is what people scream for me as their farms are burned to the ground, and their children are slaughtered in my name.

I am torn about what to do; I exist to watch over all life and ensure the balance between good and evil is maintained at all costs. So every life taken because I make the decision not to act kills me inside. How am I supposed to control The Angels, the protector of the good and the light, that I am the one to sit on the throne and oversee all of The Creation when I allow evil to influence the Realms? It is a question that I cannot answer well enough to convince The Angels.

So eventually, Scorn, my brother, decided that enough was enough. He staged a coup to take the mantle of head of The Realms. He partnered with the Demons behind my back to strip me of my wings. Scorn believed that I was unfit to sit at The Helm. The anger he had in his eyes that day was hotter than ANY hellfire or sun could ever hope to produce. We would constantly butt heads over how the realms should be governed. Scorn was created to be the dissenting opinion among The Angels to have the view of The Demons so that we do not lose sight of who we are trying to help in our pursuit of good. Scorn understood the darkness in people's hearts like no other Angel could. So when The Angels had enough of the people of a Realm and proposed extermination, he knew how they came to be. He knew the temptations that they felt because he could feel the same. It kept The Angels fair and straying from the path of zealots.

The Demons would not listen to any such voices of moderation. They are being created in the same instance as The Angel, entirely consumed by their emotions. The Demons sewed chaos and hatred across the Realms. The overlords that contradicted my very existence and the only thing that existed that could equal The Angels. Two forces unable to be killed are forced to coexist. The Demons, Nightshade, the first Leader at the Beginning, was ready to kill all of us for them to rule over The Realms.

The hard part was deciding who among us was worthy of leading. In the Beginning, none of us thought we were above our siblings. Radiance became our first Leader. She showed us when only the unknown lay ahead of us. She never compromised her ideals, even if it was at the expense of herself. It was inspired by The Angels defending all life that would follow. She is my hero, always prepared for whatever The Demon has planned next. I never knew her function, but I never doubted that Radiance was the one to lead us.

The death toll was nonexistent for either Angel or Demons. All the fighting led to nothing; we were perfectly matched against each other. So after ten thousand millennia of conflict, a truce was made. The Realms were split down the middle, with each side able to govern in whatever way they wanted. The Zero Realm differed from the rest, and it was decided that no one would have dominion over that domain. That would also be how the new beings would be born. The design for new species would take the input between 

 Positive and Negative Realms. The pact between the two conflicting sides was only made possible by the admitted outstanding leadership of Radiance and Nightshade. Without those two incredible women, neither side would have any peace. Even now, the fighting continues.

For trillions of years, both sides existed in relative peace, with both sides recognizing the necessity of having the other. Then one evening, Radiance was talking to all the other angels gathered around her in the main hall. The next moment, nothing. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared, and no one anywhere had any idea what could have happened in front of everyone watching. Nightshade had also left without a trace. I was devastated that I would have destroyed any Demon I saw if Nightshade did not disappear at that exact moment. During the fighting, I developed a theory on the power source for both Angel and Demons. Before I could put it into practice, Radiance stopped me from doing something that would have destroyed me from the inside. That is when I learned that how we win matters. You lose yourself if you have to become something else to win. Her wisdom saves the souls of every Angel. Of every Angel that felt like siblings, she was like the mother that none of us had. Which only made the day she disappeared harder.

I was not ready for the responsibility that came with her absence. Our Leader vanished, and she took the unity The Angel once possessed with her. I only knew of the need for balance ever in my life. But one day, the Helm called my name in Radiance's voice. I felt the call to sit on the throne, and that was it. I became in charge of The Creation. The full scope that I was in the order of is challenging to comprehend. The Helm allowed an Angel to connect with every aspect of the realms under your control. Every being that exists in the realms is within your purview. It took me nearly fifty years to accommodate the vast amount of information I had to take in all at once.

After a few billion years, Scorn became more and more restless. He wanted to get rid of the divide between The Positive and Negative. I would disregard the notion every time it was brought up. The Zero realm would be the only realm where both Celestials could interact. Scorn wanted Radiance to come back in any way possible, even if it meant the death of the life we were to protect. Eventually, he stopped bringing up the issue. Though in the Negative, Scorn told the Demons the phenomenon of Erasure, the same phenomenon that I found in The Beginning.

My ability to gather information was impossible compared to any other being. I knew that Scorns' resolve was unwavering, and nothing would stop him until he achieved what he wanted. While I could stop the coup before he could ever act on it, the longer I looked, the more necessary I found it to be to the benefit of reality. If I were to stay as Leader forever, then it would lead then Scorn would eventually destroy the harmony that the Angel had fostered over the years. If my life is needed to keep the balance, that is so. I fully believed that, eventually, Scorn would find the right path.

Though hindsight is 20/20, Scorn acted without any mercy. My Erasure was planned during the gaps where my conscience was too deep to see what was around me. So with a heavy heart, I continued my days as usual. Then when I was sitting on the Helm, Scorn was leading every Angel, and the Demons were in the Throne Room. I was taken captive and beaten. The Demons Did everything that they could to break me. I could only laugh as I spat in their face. Days passed, and nothing changed. I was steadfast in my convictions. That angered Scorn to no end. Eventually, he stopped them and dragged me to the Gallows. It did not go as the insurgents thought it would. It was "known" that up until this point that an angel's wing, once removed, results in Erasure. It took all the Angels to do so, then Scorncalled in the Demons. Even with their combined might, nothing was happening; I showed little signs of discomfort, and the only thing that these Celestials could do was waste my time. It took them a hundred years to give up on pulling them both at once.

That was when things started to get worse for me. When the combined powers of the Celestials led to immediate progress, I could feel my passion leaking out of me, leaving me cold and empty. This was the first time that I felt hopeless. As I was on my knees as they attempted to Erase me, I thought to myself. How can the Angel be so unified in my destruction? What have I done to deserve this type of betrayal? My people still see it fit to do something like this. I have been watching all the Positive realms and see the deceit that mortals are capable of. During this time, it may be for less than pure circumstance; I hope my sacrifice will lead the Angels and the Positive realms toward a better tomorrow.

The constant straining of the higher beings finally paid off. After nearly 2000 years of collecting their effort and trying to remove just a single wing, they did it. Once they finally tore off a wing from my body released a cataclysmic energy blast that exploded in the Throne Room. It left every single Celestial crippled with some missing body parts. The explosion left everyone in critical condition. I was no better as I could feel myself start to fade away. My body became transparent as I looked at the bodies of my brothers and sisters.

"That was not what I thought was going to happen." Those were the last words I said as everything faded away.