The battle was over, a battle that Noah would never forget. He came to realize several hard truths from this battle. One, angels…and God, were real. And in turn, he learned that Devils and hell were real. Two, learning the uncomfortable truth that he was right all along, the title he was always labeled with, the title that he finally came to wear without a hint of hesitation, was true. He was a devil. What kind of devil? He wasn't sure of the answer. From the Angels' words, a devil, and The Devil were two different beings.
But that wasn't all. The presence that was on the other side of those cracks emanated a power much stronger than the Seraphim that was much stronger than himself. What was that creature? How much stronger did he have to be so he could live his life without someone or something threatening it? The truth was undeniable now. The world was far vaster, and crueler, than he had once dared to believe.
