Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: The Fall of the Rebellious Son

envy of Micael Boils as Lava Beneath a fragile crust. As Hugel marched by the newborn kingdoms, his golden light cherishing defenseless souls, and Huguel wandered through the edges of the worlds, his dark presence dissipating what they called "evil", Micael was stuck "Preparing warriors" task. He felt like a blacksmith forging swords that would never be used while his younger brother received the privilege - or the curse - to know the deepest secrets of creation. * "Balance," repeated Kick frequently, always looking at Huguel when he said. As if the balance was synonymous with shadow. As if the light could not exist without the darkness that defined it. On a star night, where newly formed constellations gleamed with blind intensity, Micael confronted Kick directly. "Why, father?" Her voice angry with anger contained. "Why does Huguel get the domain about what everyone fears? I am the warrior! I am the rebel! I should be who knows the enemy!" Kick raised an eyebrow, his penetrating gaze cutting through the arrogance of Micael. "You know the enemy, Michael. You prepare the warriors * Against * He. Huguel ... Huguel * It's * The enemy should be understood. For the light can truly shine, she needs to know what dark." Micael frowned. "Understanding? Understand what? Fear? Hate? Betrayal? This is not power, Father. That's ... Corruption!" "And that's why you should not touch it," Kick ended, turning his gaze to the stars. "You are the flame. He is the shadow that defines her. Accepts your place, my son. Or the balance will be broken." But Michael did not accept. The flame inside him was not pure light; It was destructive fire, fueled by rejection. He began to attend the darkest kingdoms, where the first souls, contaminated by selfishness and greed, have awakened to pain and despair. There he found something that resounded with his rebellious soul: ** Lilith **. The first woman, the first temptation, the first traitor. She was not just a fallen soul; It was a primary force of seduction and corruption. When Michael saw her for the first time, she wrapped in darkness that pulsed like an evil heart, he felt an instant connection. "They told him that I'm evil," Lilith whispered, his voice a hypnotic coax. "But who defines evil, angel? Those who fear what they can not control? Those who proclaim the light, but hide their own shadows?" Micael was quiet, watching her. There was truth in those words. He himself was an angel who rejected the role of protector. Maybe Lilith had the answer he sought. "I am the rebel," he said, his voice firm. "I do not want to be someone's warrior. I want to be the Lord of my own battle." Lilith smiled, revealing sharp fangs. "Then come, Micael, the son of the Creator. Come and discover true power. Come and become the king of abyss." And Micael plunged. Not in a blood bath, but in a transformation. His heavenly wings ripped, replaced by black and oily membranes that emitted a red glow. His body, once radiant, was now covered by tattoos that pulsed with demonic energy. His eyes, rather green and flaming, now were two incandescent points of fury and ambition. * "King of the demons," Lilith whispered, putting a wreath of twisted bones in his head. * "Micael, the renegade." * The war hatched like a thunder in the sky. The Armies of Micael, composed of corrupt souls and newborn demons, advanced on the kingdoms. The angelic legions, led by Hugel and Huguel, fought bravely, but were at numerical and strategic disadvantage. Micael knew the weaknesses of the angels, for he was one. Hugel cried as he healed the wounded, his light weakening as darkness advanced. Huguel, on the other hand, struggled with a relentless ferocity, his black wings cutting demons like knives. In every battle, his eyes, under the sale, looked for the face of his renegade brother, but Micael avoided him, knowing that a direct encounter could be fatal for both. Kick watched from the top of the heavens, his face impassive, but his eyes reflected a deep sadness. The balance he died so much was being destroyed by a child's own envy. And the worst still: Michael, the rebel, the warrior, now was the greatest enemy of the light he had created himself. * "What price will we have to pay for this rebellion?" * Murmured Kick for himself, while begin stars shaking under the weight of the cosmic war. And in the heart of the battle, Michael raised his scepter of bones, a ruard of victory echoing as he proclaimed: "" The reign of darkness begins! And no angel, no God, will prevent my destiny! "* The war between heaven and hell had started. And Huguel, the Dark Angel, knew that the worst battle was still to come - not against the demons, but against his brother's betrayed heart.