Yana had lived a fairly short life as a human, died, was reborn as an Angel, cast off his wings to live as a man only to be killed again in ritual sacrifice by the mortal servants of Dark Lords.

  However, in spite of all of that, he had risen yet again, clad in amour forged from brilliant shards of the dimensional Seal of all Heavens, as the commander of a force that numbered in billions of the faithful and his remaining Angelic kin, beings of Light that were clad in luminous armor wrought in the seventh dimension.

  This host of steel, gold and light stood before the trillions who were the legions of the damned, clad in Infernal iron and fire that perpetually burnt their souls.

  This most final of battles took place in the highest of dimensions, a realm where all of existence unfolded at once in a bright white expanse that never dimmed, and each clash sent out ripples across all of time.

  Now it was almost over, and a bloodied Yana found himself barely able to stand as he was surrounded by three of the Divine Errors who stood atop mountains of corpses of both their enemies and allies.

  Chief among them was H'erev, the Black Beast that Prowled the Abyss. The darkest among them, standing at ten thousand meters tall and clad in thick plates of ever cascading Malice. Jutting from the back of his helmet, which was fashioned to resemble the maw of a rabid dog, were dreadlocks that nearly touched the surface of the expanse. He brandished a monolith of a longsword that gnawed at reality, tearing at it with every moment of its unholy existence.

  To his left was his sister, who stood only eight thousand meters tall. Her head had been replaced with a stone temple that she nailed onto her neck, and her black blood poured forth from its doors.

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  Zemer of the Repugnant Whoresong, like H'erev, was clad in a gown of Malice, that which ate away at creation, and she let out muffled, pained groans that undid the flesh of the corpses at her bare feet.

  To H’erev's right was the most damned soul and it belonged to Romach the Reviled who, while only marginally shorter than H’erev, wore armor that was equally caustic to life and was a slimmer fit, lined with elongated streaks of malice that screamed back and forth when he moved at great speeds. Atop his helm was a plume made from the sundered feathers of an Angel, and he wielded a Spear that emitted so much power, it threatened to pierce even the final dimension.

  Yana stood dwarfed before these primeval terrors without the protection of his Angelic Crown or the might of his long-gone wings.

  He stood as a man, brandishing a sword made from the heart of the firstborn star and a resilience that was unflinching even as his skin burnt.

  [So, tell me, Yana, Angel of Faith, he who rose time and time again, did your god finally reply?]

  Yana bit his teeth, and this was answer enough for the darkest lor,d who let out a mocking chuckle through his Blackened helmet that dripped with the blood of millions.

  [Will you finally admit your folly? Confess so that all may hear that your false faith was a failure without even without eventually a shred of proof, that it was you and the rest of our cruel creators that damned this universe to an eternity of suffering!]

  Yana’s bones creaked under H’erev's voice, but he stood fast.

  “That was always your problem, child. So eager to blame others for your own faults and transgressions.” Yana sighed through bloodied teeth.

  He then took a deep breath and pointed his sword at the Darkest of Lords.

  “I have never needed a reply to keep my faith! The beauty of all things is testimony enough, and you, my son, are a foul exception.”

  Five of the remaining Angels stood by Yana's side, and, with wings that reached the farthest ends of existence, they embraced him with their light.

  “The day of your judgment has finally come, and the stain of your accursed soul will finally be wiped clean from the face of creation!”

  H’erev let out a disgusted growl before rushing towards his creators to strike, but while this battle would decide the fates of all who were present, the final threat to all things had hidden herself somewhere far below, in a dark and quiet place.