[Intro]
"Why has Yahweh forsaken his creation?"
That was a question I pondered over countless times.
I, Eros, witnessed the first creation of the universe. I was there when the first life was born.
I was there when the Big Bang brought hundreds and thousands of dimensions scattered across the cosmos.
I was there when time became the first essence of creation.
I was there when Adam and Eve were sent out of the Garden of Eden.
I existed as a neutral personification.
Created as the first angel for a reason….
No one knew my name, stories of the bible were told to the younger generations.
The names of Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Uriel and Gabriel were mentioned.
But I was excluded.
Sealed for eternity because I upheld my oath of neutrality. I, who knew of Lucifer's rebellion, stayed quiet.
I became an accomplice to the fallen ones.
I was not meant to involve myself in trivial matters such as rebellion.
I was created for a single purpose.
I was the concept of destruction….
The epitome of the end.
For destruction comes before creation, and just like there are embodiments that represent their own concepts.
I was destroyed.
I was not meant to get involved in the ways of my brothers.
The rebellion of Lucifer mattered not to me because I knew the end result.
The Archangel Michael was far too strong for Lucifer to comprehend…
I was the representation of that destruction that was unleashed in the Silver City.
I stood not on the side of the Heavens, nor did I support the side of the rebels.
I simply watched.
And yet I paid dearly for the sins of simply watching.
I lost my freedom for millions of years.
I lost my wings.
Thrown into the deepest pits of the ancestral prison crafted to hold me down.
I was bound by divine chains, and yet the Creator watched it happen.
Yahweh stayed silent as I suffered for a duty I was meant to perform.
Isn't it saddening?
My brothers saw me as an enemy but I do not hate them.
I harboured not a single feeling of hatred in my heart towards them.
They were only enraged because I refused to take a side.
They could never trust someone like me because I was not officially on their side.
But now I'm free.
As a price for my freedom, the Silver City fell.
The Heavens fell into the hands of the 72ndrones of Hell.
The war against the Heavens ended in Lucifer's victory.
But the Heaven fell after the Archangel Michael died.
What killed the Lightbringer remains a mystery to me.
Michael was the architect, the balancer of worlds.
The guardian and the protector of fate and destiny.
And yet he fell.
His death was the beginning of the end…..
And now the universe has collapsed. A rupture between dimensions tore through reality.
I floated in the endless void.
Watching the chaos and destruction caused by Legions of Hell.
My face fell cold, lifeless and unfazed.
I wasn't supposed to feel anything.
I'm destruction after all…..
My destiny is similar to death itself. Even though Destruction of the Endless exists.
My role is far greater than anyone would imagine.
I wasn't born with any emotion but watching my father's creation getting ripped apart made me weep.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
Even though I oversaw the destruction. Even though I was meant to kick the world afresh after the end.
I couldn't bear to see such a beauty crumble and be reduced to nothing.
I decided to take the next step.
I decided to break my own rules.
The Archangel of Destruction is fated to be the end and the beginning after the Big Bang.
I was not supposed to feel this sadness which overwhelms me.
Emotions are something only possessed by lesser beings such as humans.
And yet I felt it.
I felt this deep sadness which engulfs my soul.
I decided to interfere.
I lost ninety per cent of my powers after having my wings cut off.
An angel's wings contain eighty per cent of their powers. The remaining twenty per cent is sealed away in their hearts.
I lost ten per cent of my powers after being sealed away.
The last ten per cent of my powers.
I'll use it to rewrite the fate of this world.
The consequences for defiling the laws of the universe must be so severe but I do not care about it.
I'll undo what has been done already.
I'll save this universe from its wretched fate.
The damnation of the universe began the minute the Legions of Hell found their way into the world of humans.
I'll regress…..
And I'll correct what needs to be corrected.
Consequences be damned.
I stretched forth my right hand. And before me, a shimmering stone flickered.
A relic which held the last ten per cent of my powers.
The Cicada of Destruction!
The stone relic glowed with a soft, ethereal light, its surface etched with ancient runes.
The stone's colour was a deep, rich crimson hue. The relic emanated a powerful, divine energy.
The second I grabbed the relic, I clenched my fist tightly.
A fine network of cracks spread across the stone's surface. Like a web of lightning, as the pressure built up and the stone's integrity began to fall.
A blindingly bright crimson light burst forth from the stone, like a miniature sun exploding into being.
Illuminating the surrounding area with an intense radiant glow.
I exhaled a deep soft sigh.
With my eyes tightly closed. I embraced it.
Death!
I was defying the laws of the universe, reversing the effects of what had already existed was something I could not easily comprehend.
The punishment for such actions was simply death.
I had to die.
It was necessary, my death was an important factor for this to work.
I could feel the radiant warmth of the light as my flesh was being incinerated by my very own powers.
I endured the pains until I felt nothing….
That was when I knew my end had come..
There was nothing for me to feel.
I had no regrets.
No sadness.
I was just a mere archangel who broke his own rules.
I drifted away into the nothingness.
I stayed afloat in the unknown for how long?
A few hundred years?
A thousand years?
Drenched in the void until a bright shimmering light shone over my face.
Just then I overheard a faint feminine voice.
The voice was a soothing melody, a gentle cadence that seemed to calm the mind and focus on the thoughts.
Her tone was measured and precise, each word enunciated with clarity and purpose, like a conductor leading an orchestra through a complex symphony.
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[Notice…..]
[SSS-Ranked Regression completed]
[Reassembling essences of the Archangel Eros]
[You've wandered endlessly in the void for millennials]
[You who have sacrificed your soul to reshape the world will now be transmigrated]
[Searching through the infinite timelines]
[You'll be sent to the timeline where it all began]
[The Era where humanity fell to the 72thrones]
[You'll regress as a player]
[Your immortality will be sacrificed]
[Starting now…..]
[You're an ordinary player]
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The voice echoed from all directions….
One moment I was in my own world, and the next. I felt a strange sensation, like being pulled apart and put back together again.
And I found myself in a completely different realm.
The world around me blurred and distorted, like a painting smeared by a wet brush, and when my vision cleared.
I found myself standing amid a dark and foreboding dungeon.
Laid before me were heaps of corpses piled up together.
My eyes twitched and I had to cover my nose, blocking the stench.
The air was thick with the stench of rot and decay, and the walls seemed to press in on me from all sides.
Like a physical manifestation of my deepest fears.
The dungeon's corridors stretched out before me, twisting and turning like a labyrinth, with darkness lurking in every shadow and danger waiting around every corner.
I recognised these filthy creatures that inhabited this place, twisted, nightmarish beings that seemed to be crafted from the darkness itself.
This was when I understood everything.
I had regressed ten thousand years back into the past. To the time when Hell invaded Earth through the means of dungeons and gate breaks.
To the time when humanity was forced to awaken to survive this apocalypse.
Despite their overwhelming gifts and abilities.
Humanity fell at the very end….
I've been given another opportunity to rewrite the story of creation.
This time…..
Hell will surely lose….