Ragel put His hat back on and hid in the shadows of the room.
The pristine white table that stretched from both ends of the room was now almost entirely black from the night's shadows.
The Sun God wore a grin as He looked at the angel. "What matter didst thou wish to address?"
(What did you want to talk about?)
The black-haired angel smiled as He pinched His glasses. "We just received a message from the Leader of the Republic."
Solatin grinned even wider, hearing this piece of information. The Leader of the Republic, one of the last remaining pieces in this war, was one of the strongest people this world held, so strong that He had gone beyond the limits of humanity and angels. The man had now become a full-fledged Devil, on the same rank as a God, such as Solatin.
"And what message doth He bear?"
(And what is His message?)
"On the 12th, the last battle will take place on the plains of Ebenauswer. He is requesting your presence as His opponent." The man grinned as He conveyed the opposing Leader's intentions.
Solatin laughed out loud and covered His face with His palm in an overly dramatic gesture.
"If such be his desire, then I shall come and make an end to this war!" Solatin gazed at Ragel and took off His hand from His face, sweeping hair on the way.
(If this is what he wants, then I'l come and put an end to this war!")
"Ragel, prithee, what date doth this day hold?"
(Ragel, could you tell me today's date?)
Ragel's face softened as He pinched His glasses and lifted His head in a thinking gesture.
"It is the 9th, my Lord."
"I see. Then, deliver this missive unto those concerned: Sole participants in this war shall be I, and the archangels." He turned His back to the archangel and took a step towards the exit door.
(I see. Then deliver this message to those who need it: The only people that will take part of this war will be me and the archangels.)
He momentarily turned back; both His golden hair and gaze seemed to leave aftereffects in their movement.
"Furthermore, bid Meastra to attend to me at the Cathedral. I must needs parley with Him, on a matter of grave import."
(Also, tell Meastra to come see me at the Cathedral. I need to speak to Him about something important.)
"I will make sure to deliver your instructions to the Archangel of War, my Lord."
Solatin nodded. His gloved hand grabbed the doorframe. He almost couldn't fit in.
"..."
Solatin sat lonely on the golden throne of the Cathedral. His eyelids were entirely closed as He patiently awaited His servant's arrival.
The smell of the air in the Cathedral brought Him back to ancient memories of times He had forgotten. He could not make out those memories, but the feeling was warm and peaceful, far from this world's destructive nature.
Soon, the Cathedral's grand door opened and made way for a single man with long red hair the color of wine. He bore a pair of golden eyes bright like the sun to follow with.
His face was masculine and intense, worthy of the title of Archangel of War, a being made for destruction and slaughter.
Solatin observed the archangel walking on the white carpet, free of dust, until He arrived near the staircase leading to His Lord's throne.
He kneeled before the throne and staircase, lowering His head to the ground.
"I kneel, O Lord almighty, 'fore thy eminence."
(I kneel before your greatness, O Lord almighty.)
His red hair flowed down the carpet in theatrical waves, the wine color contrasting with the pureness of the grand carpet.
The Sun God, tall and mighty, looked down at Meastra and kept His burning eyes on Him.
"Thou art come at last, Meastra." He showed a smirking expression as the masculine angel lifted His head to get a look at His Lord.
(You have finally arrived, Meastra.)
"What boon dost thou seek from I, my Lord?" He looked ecstatic when asking the question. His golden gaze seemed to be burning even more intensely than His Lord.
(What do you want me to do, my Lord?)
"I would have thee be the first to know. On the 12th, the final conflict doth approach, and 'tis likely I shall face the Republic's Devil."
(I wanted you to be the first to know. On the 12th, the final battle will come, and it is probable I will battle against the Devil of the Republic.)
The angel's face brightened when hearing the news. He had probably waited for this day for a long time.
"The true reason I have summoned thee forth is that the Devil's demise is synonymous with the game's twilight. We stand amongst the final contenders, and the claiming of His soul shall grant me power untold.
Thus, I have summoned thee. When this game doth reach its end, I pledge to thee, thy soul shall be freed from this servitude."
(The real reason I've summoned you is that the Devil's death means the game is ending. We are among the last players, and claiming his soul will give me incredible power.
So, I've summoned you. When this game ends, I promise you that your soul will be freed from my grasp.)
"I see." His voice was static and cold. "Wouldst thou have me summon another of the archangels?"
(I see. Do you want me to call any other archangel?)
"Aye. Hither bring Salamus, I bid thee." His voice was calm and nonchalant as He waved swiftly towards the Cathedral's exit.
(Yes. Bring Salamus here.)
"Thou art dismissed."
(You can leave.)
The Archangel of War got out of His kneeling position and stood up straight. His wine hair remained in perfect strands.
He walked towards the giant double door with a white-and-golden pattern.
As He passed through the door, He turned His gaze discreetly enough to get a glimpse at the God of the throne, before going ahead with His departing.
The cold air of the night passed through the open gates of the Cathedral as the angel left, leaving only the Sun God and this chilling breeze.
The heavy doors closed slowly, cutting off the light to the outside world and cutting off Solatin's view of Meastra, the Archangel of War.
"..."
The 12th arrived, and all 8 of the Sun God's angels were displayed next to Him in a half circle.
All of them had their eyes closed, waiting for the enemy to arrive on the plains, next to Solatin's golden throne.
The sounds of marching could be heard in the air, as if it was carried by it in the direction of the Sun God.
After a while, a man with long dark hair and blue eyes marched through the plains alone, without the presence of even a single angel.
Upon arrival, Meastra, the Angel of War, expressed a feeling of frustration and excitement through His amber eyes.
The Sun God, noticing the face of His archangel, waved at Him to stop acting so aggressively.
Solatin descended from His throne and marched straight towards the Devil, asking the angels to stay still while He went.
Both divine beings looked at each other.
One of them was born from the belief of many.
The other from the beliefs of one.
"So we meet again, Solatin." The man in the dark military coat addressed the Sun God without any care for politeness, speaking to Him directly by His name.
"Aye. We meet again, Angel of Sincerity." The man with the short golden hair smiled.
(Yes. We meet again, Angel of Sincerity.)
"I know of no such angel. The only being before you is me, the Devil of Trust,"