In a realm of light sat a golden city that never knew shadows, within this city was a golden castle that towered above all.
Inside the golden castle sat an old angel, this was Metatron the scribe of heaven, before him was a scroll.
" It's too early, this cannot be allowed." Whispered Metatron. " Hear me o warriors of heaven.
One who is fated has defied fate, descend to right the wrong and set the world in order once more."
His voice echoed across the walls of heaven itself, an army of angels stood ready in seconds with weapons in hands.
Leading them was an Archangel Amanadiel, the sword of heavenly light. The gates of heaven opened and angels descended like beams of light.
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In the depth of the realm of inferno, a being as tall as skyscrapers with skin as red as blood stood up.
" Hahaha, to awaken so soon, how impatient of you, demons, ready your fangs, the gates are soon to open!" Shouted this being.
