After the brief conversation between Seraphiel and Abyzaria ended, the soulscape returned to stillness, bathed only in a gentle light.As if predetermined, the two Angels silently moved to stand on either side of Ventair, as though marking their positions.
Seraphiel, with her pure white luminous wings softly fluttering, glided gracefully to Ventair's right. Her every step exuded elegance. She bowed slightly, her heterochromatic eyes—sky blue and golden—sparkled with devotion.Her posture radiated solemnity and gentleness, yet was firm—like a pillar of faith and purity.
On the other side, Abyzaria, with her massive black wings as translucent as smoky glass, moved in complete silence, almost devoid of sound, until she stood at Ventair's left.She kept a closer distance than Seraphiel, as if always ready to spring forward to protect her Lord. Her demeanor remained cold and proud, but her red and black eyes were locked intently on Ventair, like a sentinel never straying from her charge.
Standing between his two first Angels, Ventair felt the perfect balance of contrast and harmony.He was overjoyed—two breathtakingly beautiful women, embodiments of his long-held dreams, now stood by his side. It was deeply fulfilling.
He took a deep breath, feeling the remaining energy in his soul. It had diminished significantly after the creation of Seraphiel and Abyzaria. But he knew that to build a strong Angelic kingdom, he needed a more diverse force.Though the current energy might not be enough to create a grand army, it was sufficient to forge a few more special Angels—ones who would be the seeds for future growth.
Having now created a light Angel and a fallen one, he already had his next idea:He would forge an Angel of machinery and technology.An Angel of war and conquest.
The very types of Angels that had only existed in modern Earth fantasy—he would now make them real.Closing his eyes, he poured all his will and spirit into shaping his next creations.After a period of silent contemplation, every detail of the next two Angels emerged clearly in his mind, vivid and complete.
First is the Angel of Technology
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Name: MechanielRace: AngelBranch: Mech Angel
Appearance:
-Height: 175 cm, Weight: 65 kg
-Long, smooth hair with the glossy black of polished metal, the silver-gray of rare alloys, or a metallic deep blue. Occasionally, strands glow faintly like living electronic circuits.
-Eyes of radiant blue like a digital display, or amber flecked like microchips, always sharp with focus and analysis.
Attire:
-Form-fitting suits designed with sharp contours. Main colors are black, metallic gray, and deep blue, adorned with glowing lines like circuits or hidden control panels.
Personality:
-Calm and logical
-Absolutely loyal
-Fanatic in her faith
-Deeply loves Ventair
-Devoted
Weapons: Modern arsenal (guns, laser swords, cannons, etc.)
Abilities:
-Neural Overdrive
-Voice of the Mechs
-Seraphic Circuit
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Next the Angel of War and Conquest
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Name: BellonielRace: AngelBranch: Angel of War / Conquest
Appearance:
-Height: 175 cm, Weight: 65 kg
-Long, fiery red hair like the flames of battle, often braided or tied high to show readiness.
-Sharp amber eyes, always glowing with unwavering resolve and no mercy.
Attire:
-A full suit of battle armor, exquisitely crafted from dark metal (like black steel or titanium alloy), with bold, powerful lines.
Personality:
-Resolute, brave, and ruthless
-Quiet and cold
-Absolutely loyal
-Fanatic in her faith
-Deeply loves Ventair
Weapons: A long spear, a greatsword, and a big shield
Abilities:
-Dominion Aegis
-Aegis Bellatoris
-Spear of Dominion
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Looking over the information for both Angels he had designed, Ventair found no flaws.
He raised his hands and channeled his primordial energy outward.
From his left palm, a brilliant blue energy surged forth, intertwined with electronic flashes and mechanical hums like the symphony of a great machine. It spiraled like an infinite data loop and condensed into a cocoon of mechanized light—lined with golden circuits, crystalline structures, and glowing control panels that pulsed like a living soul.
Simultaneously, from his right palm, a deep red energy burst forth—like smoldering forge fire, infused with the breath of ancient war. It swirled like a battlefield cyclone, forming a blazing cocoon encased in black armor, divine blades, and tremors of unimaginable might.
The two cocoons—one cold and mechanical, the other seething with war's fury—floated in the soulscape.
After forming the last two cocoons, Ventair looked at his remaining energy: only 0.6 units left.
He wondered: Should he create one more Angel?
The more, the better—but doing so would exhaust his energy completely, and it would take a long time to replenish.
As Ventair pondered, the two cocoons began to tremble violently.
Crack... crack... crack... BOOM.
From the mechanical cocoon, golden circuit lines suddenly lit up, racing across the surface like awakened lifeblood.
A humming sound echoed—like engines starting up.
From within the glowing light, a figure stepped out—graceful, cold, and intellectual.
It was Mechaniel, the Mech Angel.
Her long, sleek hair shimmered like dark alloys, threaded with glowing strands like living circuits.
Her blue digital eyes opened—sharp, aware, and calculating.
She wore a tight-fitting armored suit laced with glowing control panels.
Behind her unfurled ghostly wings with streams of light running through them like electric veins.
At the same time, the armored cocoon split with the sound of metal tearing—like a great blade ripping through enemy lines.
A torrent of warfire burst from the cracks, and from the steel smoke, a blazing figure emerged.
It was Belloniel, the Angel of War and Conquest.
Her fiery red hair was tied neatly, burning like a living flame. Her amber eyes blazed with resolve—cold and fierce like an undefeated general.
Her black armor clung to her form, radiating dense killing intent.
Her wings were made of energy the color of ash—like corpses on the battlefield.
Both Mechaniel and Belloniel opened their eyes, and in that first moment, they looked toward one point—Ventair.
Without hesitation, they knelt before him simultaneously.
Mechaniel spoke first, her voice low and steady, like synthetic speech with a soft feminine undertone:
"Mech Angel Mechaniel greets the Supreme Lord Ventair Kirizato. I offer my entire system, energy, and lifeline to serve you. Your will is the highest directive. All conflict, data, and tactics exist for you."
Belloniel followed, her voice like clashing metal—cold, terse, and authoritative:
"Angel of War Belloniel greets the Supreme Lord Ventair Kirizato. I offer my spear, sword, and shield to you. Your enemies are my sole target. My conquests are for you. I shall lead every charge and die in your name if needed."
Ventair felt two wholly different but equally devout energies—one cold and logical like a machine, the other burning and furious like war.
Both were his.
He gently raised his hands toward each of them.
"Rise, Mechaniel. Belloniel."
He said, "Welcome, my first Machine Angel and my first War Angel."
Both stood up in unison—movements precise like programming, yet radiating chilling strength.
One was the embodiment of cold mechanical logic.
The other was the embodiment of compressed battle fury.
They stood before Ventair, forming the image of Reason and War—balanced in solemn grandeur.
Ventair turned to Seraphiel and Abyzaria, who had been watching silently from the start.
"Seraphiel. Abyzaria. These are Mechaniel and Belloniel."
Seraphiel stepped forward, her heterochromatic eyes examining the newcomers.
Her pearl-like gown flowed with her graceful steps. Her wings gently opened, releasing golden sparkles.
She placed a hand over her chest, bowed slightly, and smiled—a soft, sincere expression. Her voice chimed like cathedral bells:
"Greetings, Mechaniel, Belloniel… You were born from the Lord, just like I was. So let's live in harmony and help each other, shall we?"
She reached out toward Mechaniel.
Mechaniel looked at the hand briefly, then gently took it.
A dim glow spread through the circuits on her fingers—as if her system had just registered a kindred connection.
"Connection confirmed. Soul frequency: compatible. You chose wisely. I look forward to working with you, Seraphiel."
On the other side, Abyzaria stepped toward Belloniel, her heterochromatic gaze piercing into the war angel like appraising a freshly forged blade.
She spoke:
"Belloniel. I am Abyzaria—First Fallen Angel. We will annihilate all who stand against the Divine Lord."
She extended her hand.
Belloniel didn't hesitate. She clasped Abyzaria's armored hand, her eyes unwavering:
"Of course. Lord are the only one. All else—be it personal emotion or enemy—will be crushed."
A crimson flash shone in Belloniel's eyes for a brief moment, and between them, a silent mutual understanding passed. A vow unspoken, forged in shadow.
Ventair watched the four Angels interact, pleased that there was no conflict among them.
They all shared the same goal: to serve him.
Anything he didn't wish for—would never happen.