Before time learned how to flow, before existence learned how to breathe, God ruled alone.
With a single will, He shaped Heaven and Earth, law and chaos, creation and annihilation. From His authority, all things were born—and by that same authority, all things were restrained.
To guard creation, God forged twelve beings—not of flesh, but of divine purpose.
They were called the Seraphim.
At their head stood one who needed no coronation.
Angel Michael.
From the moment of his creation, God granted him two innate gifts:
Born as a Leader — a presence so absolute that order naturally aligned around his will.
Born as a Winner — a destiny that rejected defeat, allowing him to rise even when death was inevitable.
Michael did not command obedience.
The Seraphim followed him because their very existence resonated with his authority.
All except one.
Lucifer, second only to Michael in strength.
Where Michael embodied order and direction, Lucifer embodied chaos and erosion. His power did not enforce law—it undermined it.
His innate abilities were feared even in Heaven:
Chaos Incarnate — the erosion of divine law, structure, and hierarchy.
Harbinger of Anarchy — the acceleration of rebellion, decay, and collapse.
In his grasp rested Abyssal Reaver.
A blade that did not merely kill.
Anything slain by it had its skills, abilities, and authority forcibly stolen.
Lucifer understood a truth no other dared to acknowledge:
If God ruled everything…
then God could be dethroned.
God foresaw this future.
So He acted first.
God summoned Michael alone.
"The future fractures here," God said calmly.
"Lucifer will betray Heaven."
Michael knelt without hesitation.
"Then I will stop him."
God shook His head.
"Not with force."
God placed His hand upon Michael's chest and transferred His only innate ability.
Ruler's Authority
Absolute dominion over existence.
Time. Space. Law. Possibility.
"Protect it," God commanded.
"Even from Heaven itself."
Michael accepted.
And fled.
Lucifer felt it instantly.
The moment Ruler's Authority vanished, Heaven trembled.
Beside him, the Seraphim of Time opened his eyes. Futures overlapped. Timelines shattered and reformed.
"Confirmed," the Seraphim of Time said.
"Michael escaped with the Authority."
Lucifer's lips curved upward.
"So he chose exile."
Lucifer rushed to the Throne Room.
God awaited him.
"You foresaw this," Lucifer said quietly.
"Yet you allowed it."
"Authority without will is meaningless," God replied.
Lucifer raised Abyssal Reaver.
"Then I will give it will."
The blade fell.
God was slain.
Lucifer ascended as a false god.
The command echoed through Heaven:
Retrieve the Authority. Kill Michael.
The Seraphim descended upon the mortal realm.
Michael stopped running.
If he fled further, Earth would be annihilated.
So he turned.
Michael drew his sword.
A divine weapon forged at the dawn of existence—
A blade of dual nature.
One form embodied creation and restoration.
The other embodied absolute destruction.
When both aspects were unified, even concepts ceased to exist.
Lucifer appeared before him.
"Hand it over," Lucifer said.
"And I'll spare this world."
Michael's gaze did not waver.
"I will never betray my God."
The Seraphim of Time moved first.
Temporal Restraints
Time itself wrapped around Michael, binding him between frozen moments.
Lucifer raised his hand.
"Now."
Michael swung anyway.
Because Born as a Winner did not acknowledge inevitability.
Attack Skill — Dimension Slash
Reality split.
A blade of severed dimensions carved forward—
—but before it could reach its target, space collapsed inward.
Seraphim of Space — Ultimate Skill: Cosmic Gateway
A distorted spatial wall intercepted the attack, swallowing the slash whole.
Michael did not hesitate.
He swung again.
Dimension Slash — Second Invocation
The attack shattered the concept of space itself.
Cosmic Gateway fractured like glass, collapsing into nothingness.
The Seraphim of Space screamed as his ultimate skill was erased.
Time warped.
Michael's perception stuttered.
The Seraphim of Time smiled.
Chrono Deception
Michael was dragged into overlapping timelines—false futures, fractured seconds.
And in that instant—
Lucifer appeared behind him.
Lucifer's Ultimate Skill — Reaver's Embrace
Abyssal Reaver pierced forward.
Shadows wrapped around Michael, attempting to devour his abilities, authority, and existence itself.
"Everything you are will become mine," Lucifer whispered.
The remaining Seraphim unleashed their ultimate attacks simultaneously:
Seraphim of Light — Radiant Dawn
Seraphim of Storms — Tempest Fury
Seraphim of Shadows — Veil of Silence
Seraphim of Flames — Hellfire
Seraphim of Earth — Geyser Grasp
Seraphim of Air — Seraph's Whisper
Seraphim of Wisdom — Echo of Truth
Seraphim of Harmony — Wings of Fate
The world shattered.
Michael stood at the center.
Broken.
Bleeding.
Still standing.
With no other choice—
Michael fully infused himself with the Ruler's Authority.
The sky ruptured.
Reality bowed.
Michael transcended angelhood.
With god-like clarity, Michael acted.
Lucifer and the Seraphim attacked again.
Lucifer unleashed Reaver's Embrace once more.
The others followed with their ultimate skills.
Michael looked at them.
And understood everything.
Concept. Structure. Outcome.
"Nullify."
The attacks vanished.
As if they had never existed.
Michael's body recoiled.
The Authority was not fully assimilated.
Blood poured from his mouth.
His existence began to collapse.
In his final moments, Michael acted one last time.
He split the Ruler's Authority into countless fragments.
Each fragment carried his will.
Each fragment was sealed within a Dungeon.
Mana flooded the world.
Humanity was forced to evolve.
Michael bound his own existence to those fragments.
As long as the dungeons existed,
Michael would never truly die.
He imposed a final law:
Divine beings may no longer descend physically into the mortal realm.
Lucifer screamed in rage.
Michael's body dissolved into light.
With his final breath, his voice echoed across the world:
"You have been given power."
"Not to be ruled."
"Train."
"Fight."
"Enter the dungeons."
"Those who seek to control you will come."
"Be ready."
Angel Michael vanished.
The war did not end.
It descended into humanity.