Descension Of The High Prince

The Legend Saga: Chapter 1
Written By: Taylor Howe

Legend has it...

That the events you are about to read, first happened in the Celestial Kingdom Of Glory...

Little is really known of this time however, as the Angels do not like to keep such accounts of heresy in their records...furthermore no Mortal, or even Elven Magi were present during these accounts...For as far as we know these events that took place, could be of complete myth...

Deep within the Divinity Realm in the Divine Court of Magistrates, there was a meeting of the highest order of the Golden Angelic Requiem. A meeting that was for the ears of only the most sacred few of the Celestial Kingdom Of Glory. 

The 'Burning Ones'...the Highest of the Angel Seraphim and Archangels, were apparently discussing the continual improvements to the 'Accords of The Axis'.

This was a powerful binding document, that was first signed by all Legions of the Old World...after the events of The Obscurus Dusk...

This document was bound by both Ancient Blood Majik, and Cosmic Majik. It denotes the division of the Axis of Good and Evil respectively. It was implemented to maintain balance and order throughout the passing centuries.

Despite being known for nearly a millennia, that the Angels, among all other Legions - specifically the Golden Angelic Requiem, were law abiding and fair; yet the 'Burning Ones', on this day, began to pass their biased judgment.  

See, turmoil was always present in the Realms outside of the Divinity Realm. Blood was consistently split, small feuds would escalate into battles, and the Realms were always struggling for a sliver of dominance to leverage one another over the remaining resources of the Old World.

Ever since the climactic end of the 'Battle Of Ever-Ice' upon The Obscurus Dusk, the Realms trusted the Angels, to be just and not interfere. The Magistrates knew this, and yet however, judgment was still passed; in their minds a change must be made.

This was when, what the Angels believe to be the first act of mutiny, appeared within their highest of circles...

Bursting through the towering golden doorway, into the Divine Court of Magistrates, Lucian, The Angel Of Mourning; wept in terrible frustration. 

"I demand an answer!" Lucian shouted in saddened ferocity. "You cannot commence a meeting of the 'Burning Ones' without me present!"   

Rising immediately from his Celestial Throne of Crystal, Metatron, The Voice Of Order demanded respect, "I beg your pardon Lucian. Know your place subject!"

Lucian snapped back almost instantly, as he rushed forward with rage still burning in his teary eyes, "I know my place, Metatron! It is here in the presence of the Golden Angelic Requiem, as I too am a constituent." 

"Do not raise your voice to me subject. For I am your maker, and you shall be stripped of your title as fast as you can run your mouth!" Metatron, retorted with certain ominous power.

Lucian, reaching the golden round table in the centre of the cathedral-like room, slammed his hands down upon the amendments to the 'Accords of The Axis', and glared a thousand yard stare into the Angel Original's eyes.

The rest of the Angelic Requiem in the Divine Court of Magistrates flinched, as they were startled, and yet oddly amazed by this display of insubordination. Every member of the 'Burning Ones' were allowed to have a voice, but none ever more loud, then Metatron.

The Angels like to grant an illusion of a democracy amongst the higher ranking Seraphim, but in fact, no one had the veto power nor the guts to challenge the Angel Original; until this day.  

Lucian, despite knowing his consequences would be harsh, felt it necessary to voice an opinion that was for certain to be dismissed. He knew the exact reason why he was not to be part of the Divine Council this day, for he knew, Metatron would not have a voice of opposition in such important matters.

Lucian spoke clearly and against the odds anyway, still not breaking stare with his maker, "Members of the Divine Council of Magistrates, my fellow 'Burning Ones', your noblest and most pure of leaders, our maker Metatron, has something he refuses to tell you all...something he has omitted from these amendments to the 'Accords of The Axis' and therefore something you will unknowingly be coerced into agreeing upon..." Raising his arms up to his fellow 'Burning Ones' Lucian continued, "What he fails to mention is that he plans on using the Chaos Divine as a..."

It was then, before Lucian divulged too much unwanted information to the Divine Council, that the all powerful Metatron, used his god-like booming voice; shaking the room and all of it's stained glassed walls, "Silence Heretic!" Continuing with ferocious intent, the Angel Original bolstered his voice even more, "You clearly do not know, nor deserve, your place among these noblest of Divine Beings! You, and your words will be of no consequence to me any longer...I hearby banish you!"

And with that profoundly bold statement, the beautiful stained glass walls of the Divine Court came shattering down, like a cascading omen of a fall from grace.

Lucian could not help but stumble backwards, staggering his steps, like he was bracing for impact. Even he knew his days were more than likely numbered. Despite his strength, he would be foolish to think himself a worthy fight for a being as powerful as the Angel Original. 

However to Lucian's surprise, it was not Metatron that would enact the banishment personally. The Angel Original called upon one of his most loyal of soldiers, the only warrior deemed worthy enough to wield the highfather sword of 'Glorious'; an Angel Lucian knew all too well, his brother, Micheal, The Divine Wrath.  

Michael emerged from the sparkling refraction's of the fallen stained glass, like that of the holiest of beings. He dawned the Sword of 'Glorious', a weapon of flaming blue, divine fire, made from the Heavenly Solartide.

Lucian, feeling threatened now, manifested his Ascendant Lance of the Mourning Star, in a response to Michael's arrival. As the Divine Court of Magistrates, and fellow 'Burning Ones', raised each of their seven illustrious wings and took to the air in retreat of the commencing challenge.

It was then, that Metatron spoke divine and crystal clear, "Lucian, know that your end was caused by your own doing...for Michael, will be the one that imposes my will upon thee!"

Lucian raising his Lance to the side of his own face, spoke plainly and confidently, "At least I know, I accomplished what I was meant to do..."

Michael then hovering up out of the mirror-like glass rumble, and floating over to the braced stance of his Angelic brother Lucian, he asked in an omnipotent voice, "And what exactly did you accomplish here brother? Other than damning yourself to the Fallen!" 

"I accomplished what no one has ever done before me...I have planted the seeds of doubt, within this Kingdom of Corruption...Now, if it is I, that is destined to become one of the Fallen...then you must put me there brother...if of course you can, that is!" Lucian spoke confidently with disdain and hubris, while clutching his readied Lance.     

"It does not need to be this way brother...just go without a fight...remove your wings, with what little grace you have left, and leave with your head held high!" Michael responded with integrity and respect for all angelic kind. 

Lucian, without hesitation, charged his brother, with tears in his eyes, "Divine Wrath or not brother, for I am not the cloud that shrouds this Kingdom, and one day you to will share my fate...mark my words!"

Jumping into the air, with the assistance of his seven glorious wings, Lucian lunged his Ascendant Lance of the Mourning Star towards Michael with reckless abandon. His bladed forked point of his lance, was met by the Legendary 'Glorious' blade, in a devastating clash of Angelic might.   
       
The others, including Metatron, were forced to take flight to evade the collapse, as the shock wave of the Angelic clash of divine weapons was the last blast the Divine Court of Magistrates could take...

The last surging force before the entire Golden Court broke free from the Celestial Kingdom Of Glory, and plummeted through the cloud city, into the Chaos Divine below. 

Lucian and Michael, still gridlocked in a rippling clash, were consumed by the collapsing golden room of the Kingdom. Tumbling in this free fall, neither brother would succumb to the other's will...

Of course until Legend tells of the impact to the bridge between the Chaos Divine, of the Divinity Realm, and that of the fringes of the Void...

For this is where the two brothers were separated long enough, for Michael to sever Lucian's wings, with the Heavenly Solartide of 'Glorious'. Lucian, then in writhing pain, shed his final tears as a celestial being and lost his grip upon; both the Realm he called home and the weapon he held so close to him.

It was Michael, for whom now with his hands upon the Ascendant Lance of the Mourning Star, cast a smiting bolt of heavenly lightning to seal Lucian's fate upon this world...Where as Lucian's wings, were left to fall in fragments, into the darkest parts of Void...

And so was the finality of the Legend of the 'Burning One' known as Lucian, The Angel of Mourning...

- Chapter 1 of The Book of Kings and Legends