How it all began

Before I start this off:

This story could / can be considered a theory of who and what Satan really was / is, since not everything is precise and proof isn't truthfully around; this will be a story of fiction.

Many have their own opinions and theories about this matter, but this is for my OC and my own belief in Satan.

Now, have you ever heard of the name "Satanael?" perhaps you have, perhaps you haven't. This story will be backing up the Bogomilistic story wherein it's said for Satan(ael) to be the son of God and older brother to (Jesus)Christ. Herein, Satan is depicted as Good. This originates from the "Book of Enoch", I will add upon this book, by writing what I can for Satanael.

Please note:
I do not mean to offend anyone with what I'm writing, I'm merely giving my own theory, my own belief and my own depiction; please respect that.*

----- Enjoy, Seph.

Since ancient times, humanity and all other races were always told:

"Satan is a bad existence, do not trust him or his followers; for they are pure of sin and Evil."

But, is that really true?

In the land before time, the realm / world above all mortal. A man, a deity, considered to be the creator of all things that are currently alive. But, also the creator of he, who cannot be named anymore in the land of All Things Holy / Heaven.

During the time of all that were to be created: Universes, space, planets, water and so forth. God himself, had felt the emotion of loneliness and felt the need to have someone around. Of course, with their own will and consciousness. Anything created before this being, seemed to lack in all that and failed to keep him entertained. Therefore, he decided to create a friend of the same age and nearly the same abilities. Of course, morals and mindset, cannot be forgotten. Feelings / Emotions neither. With that in place, God had created his first Best Friend: Satanael. Together, they created world upon world and sought more to do. Things such as organic life, however, living just by themselves up in Heaven, left the same feeling, once more. So, Angels, the Commandments, Archangels and Jesus Christ(God's second son.) were created. However, this came with a cost. God created too much, too fast. Satanael taking note of this, he demanded there to be a ranking-- a hierarchy of some sort, of all that were Holy. This caused Satanael to become a highly esteemed archangel and was considered God's right hand. Jesus Christ as his left-- With all this in place, God saw the need to continue with his creation of "Life." So, Earth was created-- But, life was on hold. Jealousy fell amongst the ranks upon hearing that Satanael was considered to be God's right hand-- However, one cannot blame him to be up that high. He was God's "First Creation" that hadn't failed him and is also his best friend. However, once they approached The creation of Earth, God had considered to create more than just simple plants, water and so on. He wanted to rule over more than just Heaven. He wanted things that could develop, other than his Angels.

He wanted: "Humanity."

But, Satanael saw different. Going out of his way to discuss this with God they ended up going back and forth with each other multiple times.

But, what was it, that Satanael saw?

Throughout the years of God's endless amount(s) of creating, Satanael had noticed that God had never truly given any of it, their own will, like he had to Satanael. Their consciousness was molded to be praising and praying to God and all things Holy, alone. With this becoming a problem between the two, Satanael brought up a different idea. One that could ease things out for the both of them. Yet, this was only going to backfire even worse for one of them:

Why not give them a bad and good to believe in or hate?

However, in order for that. God had to have one of his own angels to step down and take such a bullet. For years, no one dared to step up for this deal and hadn't brought any of it up until God had grown tired of waiting. Jesus Christ had eventually shoved an extra idea forward:

But we need a messenger to relay all of this—I, offer myself..

Of course, bold. Why? Because Jesus Christ wouldn't be able to return to Heaven, until he died, in the human realm. Even if that addition was brought forward, no one still dared to bring the plan into frutation. Satanael, on the other hand, had been contemplating everything and had locked himself within his own quarters. What was he to do? He caused a stir such as this and sent everyone into a flurry. Humanity couldn't be created and he wanted God to be happy-- But, at what cost? Breaking every single idea down, one after another. It seemed like the only idea left, was to sacrifice himself and lose everything he's created and lived for this entire time.

Being God's best friend, the title of Archangel, his name, all the other friends-- He would have to start over, no one of humanity would love him and Heaven would be forced to throw all sorts of hate, his way. Then, it came down to another idea, that he was completely disgusted by.

Forgive me, for I have sinned.

He said to both himself and the picture on the left bedside-- One that showed both him, Jesus, God and the many other Angelic beings. Satanael was going to perform every sin that God has ever brought up and may not be performed.

Ever.

He was going to betray his best friend, in order for him to be happy. Satanael began to plan it all out, he would defy God. He would dare. He would speak about this matter with several others and managed to convince them to drop their faith in God. It took several years for this to truly come into frutation, but once it did-- It wasn't precisely a sight to be fond of. God had lost his patience and proceeded to move on with his plans, creating Adam and Eve, to put all of humanity into it's first steps. However, once they set foot on Earth, Satanael took his chance to defile Eve and corrupt her mind.

This is for the best.

Satanael had done the unthinkable.

From that moment, Eve gained her own will and stood up against Adam-- Who she was meant to serve to create more humans.

A breeding bag.

Surely, humanity came to develop eventually. However, once Satanael was exposed for his heinous crime against God's will-- He was

Brought to the High court with immediate haste. Here, he would be tried for his treason and a decision would be made of what to ultimately do with the "Traitor". With God at the hammer, Satanael watched as to how God was disgusted by his actions and soon, Satanael was going to be struck by justice. But, before that.

His rebellion against God, would take their first step.

Forgive me, for I fight for your happiness, on my own terms.

With the court now in place for Satanael's heinous actions and possible label of traitor-- Jesus, Michael and God himself sat behind the hammer that would decide the fate of the most "trusted" and perhaps dangerous Archangels to have ever been alive-- Not to forget. He was God's right hand. To think one of their own, would betray the Will of God and act on their own. For what?

As questions were asked amongst the entirety of Heaven itself. The court that trialed Satanael, had asked one of the simplest questions. They demanded to have their truth and see to it that Satanael was brought to justice, with haste. But, it seemed there were other plans. As he sat there, Satanael answered every question that needed to be answered. Only to hear that there was no way of him getting a pass for any of his actions.

Satanael was pretty much stuck to the fate of being thrown out or eliminated.

Being seated on his knees and with arms cuffed behind his back, the (now) stripped of Archangel title was about to receive the hammer itself. Eyes would shut and his voice rung throughout the entire court. Which had an open design, allowing anything outside to follow what was going on. But, also for a sign to begin, to travel across the planes of Heaven.

Forgive me, for I fight for your happiness on my own terms. In this house, we sin.

He spoke, Satanael's words traveling 'round towards the allies that he managed to gather up for his rebellion against God.

It was time.

With this said, the hammer was shot out of God's hand towards the ”traitor”, yet Satanael had been grabbed by several Angels and disappeared into the shadow(s) of the entrance into the court. God was angered and ordered for Satanael's death, as betrayal was imminent. He had no right to be here, along with the army that he gathered behind God's back. To think that his best friend would betray him-- The audacity.

But, it's already too late for him to return to his roots.

Satanael had decided years before and was determined to do what he wanted to do, even if it costed his title or life. The Heavens were sent into a Civil War, fighting it's own people as Satanael was brought towards their hideout and freed of restraints.

What was their plan?

Force god to stop his selfish reign, overthrow him off of the throne.

But, everyone who knew what went on inside of Satanael's head, knew what the truth was.

Lose the battle and have himself thrown out of Heaven.

He was selfishly sacrificing everyone he gathered, to get to his goal, no matter what it took.

With this in mind, everyone went to their positions / stations and did exactly as what was told. Of course, many had fallen during the preparations for Satanael, but everyone knew that this wasn't going to be easy. Especially since they had every commandment and Archangel on their side. But, one must not forget. Satanael's power, rivaled that of God's own. If those two ever came to clash with one another, the Heaven's and all existence would most likely be torn to pure oblivion.

Satanael and his own squad, had to make sure they arrived at God's palace in one piece. No matter the cost.

However, Jesus Christ himself had decided to interfere with his plans immediately and called upon the commandments to put a stop to Satanael's idea(s). Satanael being who he is, he couldn't allow Jesus Christ to fall for death. Disable him, if anything-- That was the plan.

Once they had met up on the steps to the palace-- They all initiated battle without hesitation.

The (old)commandments never stood a chance against the immense gap in power between them and Satanael. His style was brutal, powerful and incredibly tactical. One went after another, killed in cold blood. It ranged from skulls being crushed to the existence of one being wiped out from their very eyes.

Monster..

Yes-- Yes, he was. Without a doubt.

Eventually, Jesus Christ himself stood alone before Satanael and feared the possible fate that rested on his bloody hands. That wasn't the Archangel "Satanael" they knew..

What happened to all those years of fun-- Creation? All the things they did together, just down the drain like that. Now to be betrayed and killed by one of his own friends, a disgusting end.

However.

Satanael proceeded to strike Jesus Christ with a paralyzing bolt of unknown lightning. It looked different from what God could use--? Instead of being pure, it had a sinister look to it-- Satanael's soul and existence was tainted as were his powers.

Markings of what an Angel and God would call: Evil. had begun to crawl over the entirety of his own skin-- The purity that one could always sense within an Angel, was gone-- Satanael had succumbed to his darkest desires and ran rampant with them. Ordering his own team/squad to guard the throne room doors and any other exits/entrances, Satanael proceeded to push open the doors-- Only to hastily side-step a bolt of lightning being sent straight at him.

There was no time for talking, not anymore. The fight between God and Satanael had immediately begun.

And it was fierce.

Of course, the team / squad that he took with him, was ordered to stay out of it and guard their stations / positions with their lives.

God, was Satanael's problem to deal with.

However, there soon was very little to defend as the palace had started to tear itself apart, as well as the steps. The intense clashing of fists, powers and emotions between the two, had caused the Heavens and all of existence to shake and begin it's own destruction.

I TRUSTED YOU!!

God said, whilst throwing an entire barrage of Holy light towards his best friend. That clearly didn't look the same anymore; his appearance had completely changed, before his own eyes. Satanael was meant to be of Good-- Yet, there he was, fighting God with an “Evil Will.”

If this was the right choice-- Satan asks himself that to this very day, still. The fight between them had only caused more and more problems. Especially since it was for a selfish wish-- All of it, just to make God happy. It started to look like Satanael was beginning to win the fight as God fought with pure emotions, whilst Satanael was calm and collected. Regretting anything, was for later. But, he had to lose, otherwise the plan would never work.

It’s time..

There came the shift within movement, appearing as if he had messed up through the combat that was going on between Satanael and God. Soon, a spear of light would swipe itself upwards from God's lower left leg. Striking Satanael against the left side of his face as he had realized that this could've been a killing blow, were he to not have tried to side-step.

As it stood, Satanael flew off and eventually crashed through the throne for God himself, then the wall-- Landing out on the courtyard behind, the ground cracking apart into a crater upon impact.

God would walk through the flying rubble, however, Satanael had noticed throughout the entirety of this fight. His plan had gone exactly as he had wished for-- The angels that fought alongside Satanael, had all fallen or were taken captive. As for those that were taken captive, they would be excused-- The thought of manipulation and corruption swayed above them. As for the culprit, Satanael would receive judgement and undergo trial once more. But, not through the court of Heaven. Earth was created as Satanael had been held prisoner. The entire process was harsh, those that looked up to him, had now despised him. They were disgusted to think of him as a fellow angel. A voting was made, because God couldn't get himself to do it. As expected, however.. Everyone had voted for Satanael's betrayal to be punished and for him to be thrown out of Heaven, stripped of title and all Holiness.

At least, within his cell, he had a view down on what he once protected and where he used to live. But, he can't blame those that voted. He did what he could, what he had to do.

It was for his sake after all. With shut eyes, the first Archangel had awaited his punishment. The sound of his cell moving, the shift in weight-- There it was. It was being moved towards the Gates of Heaven, however, everyone knew that if you would step out those Gates, a long-long fall into Oblivion had awaited your arrival. One that led to wherever God saw fit-- It could be doom, eternal torture, one of his creations of many planets, so forth. The Ten Commandments were erased, murdered by Satanael's hands, as well as his "fellow" Archangels. Well, some of them, at least. Not only considered to be the most dangerous creation alive, but also as an abomination-- A curse. He surely received those words from many as his cell was being moved, but he didn't dare look any of them into the eyes.

Until the very end of his ride.

It was even obvious within that change of color. He was known to have pure sky blue eyes, no "Evil Markings".. It had shaken everyone, that wasn't the Satanael they knew.

With God and his remaining Archangels beside him at the very front. Satanael proceeded to stand up from his seat and went towards the bars of his cell, there was an immense silence, no words that eventually broke it either. Just an intense eye contact of judging and acceptance.

Drop it..

Those were the last words that he had heard from God, before dropping down.

To his surprise, however, he had landed on the empty sandbox of Earth. Everything had yet to be created, to start. He was completely alone, for years and years-- Of course, this had gotten to him eventually. As well as the regret of his decisions, everything he's done had finally caught up to him after time had passed and passed.

What have I..

All these years have been incredibly rough on him.

The first few months were doable, accepting what he has done, but denying it deep down from the inside.

At times, suicidal thoughts would enter his mind, banging about and demanding to end it all. Of course, the attempts were made and blood was definitely shed. One couldn't deny the sore sight-- He was full of regret and suffered the consequences alright. Agony filled his entire mind-- Soul. And the only way out was to kill himself, but he just couldn't. Every single time the thought:

Maybe if I pray..

But those prayers were always unanswered, instead, they hurt his entire body. As if blades ran against his body-- He may have been thrown out of Heaven, but he has also been completely cursed.

Until that day had hit.

Satanael couldn't take it anymore.

Of course, the Heavens had thrown his weapon along with him, a spear-- But, also stripped of it's abilities, now just a simple pole with a blade.

That aside.

Satanael had sat himself down on his own knees, spear beside him and eyes shut.

I’m sorry..

I’m so sorry..

Why can’t you forgive me..?

Why must it be this way..?

I tried.. In the end, I did.

After finishing the little prayer of forgiveness, that would never reach the world of above-- Satanael proceeded to inhale once, deeply. Taking up the spear by the pole and aiming the tip at his own chest-- A few tears would squeeze out between the corners of both eyes.

A little breeze had sent itself past the kneeling Fallen Angel.

Then the sound of a blade, rippled loudly through the empty skies.

A thump followed.

From above and any other angle, a puddle of wine-red followed out.

Bleeding out slowly, he awaited his death.

Eyes would soon turn lifeless and the heart within had come to a stop at last.

The story of Satanael and his rebellion for God's happiness, had come to an end. There was no way for him to have been accepted anymore after what he had done.

There was no way of him to reach out towards God any longer.

The end of Satanael. But, the start, of The Devil.

From a few feet away, a portal would appear. An man with white hair, proceeded to set out and looked down at the lifeless body of the Fallen Angel, who was once considered a God and the right hand of God himself.

The man himself, goes by the name of Atticus.

And his decision was to resurrect Satanael, but-- It came at a hefty price.

The cost of his memories, in return for a new life as a human in a realm where Good and Bad already existed-- But had no "Ruler."

The lifeless body of Satanael had begun to float and was sent towards the portal--

You’re in my hands now, Devil.

Of course, he couldn't go by the name of Satanael anymore. He would be hunted down, without being able to fight back. He needed to grow and create his own army. He needed to create Hell.

Atticus took him towards another Earth-- a Realm hidden from God, wherein The Devil's journey could begin.

There came the cries of an infant--

The Devil-- The human incarnation of Satan, was born.

After being found by this mysterious man named: Atticus, Satanael was sent through a portal towards another realm. Where his presence could be hidden and he could be raised, prepared for what his new purpose would be.

Atticus himself, had his eyes on Satanael for a long time and surely saw that there was incredible potential and doubt within his very soul-- That had now been completely tainted and torn apart. A lifeless body, is what had been carried through. Atticus planned to resurrect the Fallen One and did that, by erasing his entire memory. Wiping all knowledge, all relations and so forth. Turned infant, a cry rung across the abyss of space. The resurrection had been completed and Atticus needed to name the babe, as Satanael, would only cause Heaven to catch onto the Taboo that had just been performed.

Satan, your name is Satan.

With Hellish Red irises, the newborn tugged onto the finger that pointed at his own face; Atticus was stuck for a brief second. To his surprise, Satan held incredible physical strength, even for an infant. Yet, it was now time to raise and prepare him for his new purpose. A few years would pass, as adoptive father and son would not only train-- but also play, sleep, eat and travel across realms together.

Knowledge poured in as time went by, abilities came to rise as he grew. But, a sinister intent lingered within Satan throughout his growth. It was during the time of age twelve, when Atticus had noticed. Satan had snuck out by himself through curiosity about his power and ended up mercilessly wiping out not only all life on a planet, but also the entire milky way it rested within. The Heavens surely had come to take note of this and had immediately sent out The Heaven's Watch. A squadron of powerful Archangels that were meant to wipe out anything that was seen as a threat-- Satan, was their target. Atticus insisted that violence wouldn't solve anything and that they would simply leave the realm/milky way and behave. But, Satan had other plans-- His Greed for power, only grew. He had too much Pride, to simply apologize and run. Of course, his identity was a true mystery for those that came to hunt. But, once there, the familiarity regarding power, presence and appearance struck them like a familiar spear. The scar of what they had last seen, on the left side of the face. The power of he, who sat at God's right hand. The presence of he, who shan't be named in the Heavens.

They met with Satanael, once more, but he seemed different, smaller. Almost like the mortals that were first placed onto Earth. But, size were not to be underestimated as they quickly came to meet the fierce, sinister power of Satan. Not entirely sure how to use his abilities yet, Satan was on equal terms with the squadron. However, that soon took a drastic turn-- His hits were leeching off of the Archangels, Gluttonously empowering himself by the one's he fought and slowly crushing them as he the fight proceeded onwards. Throughout the years of growing up, Satan slowly reclaimed his memories, but declined whatever came up and never asked Atticus about how and why he was born-- Why he had a scar, why the powers he had, were so dangerous and why this Sinister intent resides / rests within him. Slothfully ignoring the issues and questions that began to rise. Atticus was aware and let it all happen, as this was part of his growth. It was only a matter of time for Satan to realize his true purpose and rise from his Fallen state.

The fight eventually came to a bloody end, as limbs were severed and some had even been torn through by bare hand. Atticus had immediately demanded that Satan came to him, so they could leave the realm. Now, he did as commanded and obediently walked through the summoned portal. Atticus delaying himself, as a cleanse needed to be performed. However, the Heavens were already aware of what had ensued and Satan's name was quickly spread. During the time of their disappearance, humanity developed and it was time for Jesus Christ to be sent down as a messenger-- Not to make sure that humanity was aware of God's presence, but also because of the Fallen One. Remembering his old name, Jesus Christ mispronounced his true name and relayed: Satan instead of Satanael

Meanwhile, Atticus was following everything that had gone down. Watching the development of humanity and the message of Jesus Christ, whilst Satan was training as he should. Years continued to pass and eventually puberty began to hit the young-teen. Impure thoughts of women had begun to fill the teen's mind and the need to defile them surely emitted from his body. Of course, Atticus couldn't allow Satan to suffer beneath Lust and waited a few years until he was truly ready to act as he pleased towards a woman. A human from Earth was used for this, but during so, the woman spouted, shouted and the name of "God" and "Jesus Christ". He was quick to silence her upon finishing and felt the need to try again, but more and more women seemed to say the exact same thing. Satan was feeling Envious of these two and desired to have the same power, a messenger as well, he wanted what God had as well. The same powers, the abilities to create, destroy and do as he pleased.

Satan's purpose was becoming clearer and he would soon realize as to what needed to be done. All the women that pleaded for God's help, were all silent and Satan had begun to grow disgusted by humanity in its current era. Atticus had caught onto this swiftly and asked him if there was anything that he wished to do. Obviously, there was. Satan had it all planned out. He was going to unleash a surge of Wrath upon humanity.

There.

All the seven sins, just as Atticus expected, Zephyr was doing just as he had hoped for and it was all going as planned, but one thing, was out of control.

Satan.

His memories had begun to roll back into him the older he became and eventually, at the age of twenty-four. Satan remembered everything, he wasn't anyone of the name of Satan, Atticus was only an adoptive father and his true purpose?

To stand against God and raise a banner of that, which could overthrow or stand against the Heavens itself: Hell.

With all the sins in place and his purpose revealed, Satan awaited the Day of Reckoning

With Satan's plan having set into motion a few years later from when discussed with Atticus, his adoptive father had gotten the idea to strengthen his ideals. However, how would he do this? One way, was to ensure corruption between the ranks of All Things Holy. Then again corruption wasn't needed, why? Satanael(Satan's) rebellion from years and years back, had sparked doubt within Heaven. Some started to believe in his ideals and others had decided to defy God himself. Heaven was full of cracks after the major rebellion, they entered a dark time. One of which was only going to be even darker, very soon. His tyranny had already reigned supreme over humanity in a sense of fear-- Deep down, he didn't want any of this to go down as it did. But there was no other choice. If Heaven had decided to defile his name, then he had to either protect or show exactly that he could be what they had wished for.

And Satanael did just as they spoke of.

As Satanael was taking in Angels from all over existence-- Atticus went off to another end of a story. One, wherein someone had done the same thing. One, wherein the name of "Satan" was different. Wherein a female Archangel rebelled in her own ways and was thrown from Heaven as well; Stuck as a Fallen Angel. But, who exactly was this Fallen Angel? Many had known her as:

Lucifer Morningstar.

But, to Satanael, she, was an older sister. As Atticus was on his search for her, Satanael had strengthened his own army as days began to pass. It was only a matter of time for the rebellion to grow out into what Humanity nowadays calls:

The Holy War.

But, there was nothing "Holy" about it. This was the most Unholy thing of all-- If only they knew about the truth. It was a war for humanity's equality, own will, to overthrow Heaven and Revenge. Satanael may have gone and wandered off of his true ideals; Losing sight of himself. A man / former divine being, filled with a rage to overthrow that which created him-- Amongst humanity, there was a saying, which originated from Satanael’s current state. One, of which has been altered numerous times:

No beast is more savage, than a man possessed with power, answerable to his rage.

Yet, his old self had still lingered within. Satanael knew of right and wrong, even though he still went with a path that would bring ruin upon himself and humanity, once more. Eventually, Atticus returned, with Lucifer at his side-- He was able to convince her in taking part of the rebellion. With two beings that are able to overthrow God, the war was going to be one-sided, to a dangerous extent. Then again, Heaven had an immense army, they surely outnumbered his own. Yet, there was still something missing.

Lucifer had noticed it too. They may have an army, but what was this all called? What would Satanael do if they had won? It was time to raise a banner of their own. It were the very first steps of Hell. With that concluded, Satanael had started to bond with Lucifer. It.. Soon began to bloom out into an Older Sister & Younger Brother bond though. Lots of arguing and both surely teased each other without remorse. Whilst the banner was being raised, it was time to train and prepare. They couldn't rise up, unprepared and undertrained, of course. However, now that the banner was in its steps of being raised-- Heaven had begun to send out squadrons to take it down, immediately. Yet, none of these squadrons had ever made it back. Except for one-- Or, at least, it's sole survivor. Who was tasked to send word to God:

I’m coming home.

It was clear to both God and Heaven: Satanael was going to come and with incredible force as well. Blood was going to be shed, some were never going to return from this war and Heaven may get a new ruler. The rebellion was not to be underestimated. This only came to a brighter light, months after the appearance of the Sole Survivor. There it was:

The Day of Reckoning. The Rise of Hell.

The days for Heaven had been full of fear as to when they had finally stepped up to the front gates to storm in and have the war to begin. Whatever the cost, however, God mustn't fall. That was Heavens' priority. If he fell, it was all over. The clouds before the gates had said as much as the energy of all life and from those within Heaven. It was truly far too menacing and sinister. In the distance, a mountain was set to divide the path to Heaven, Earth and other realms.

But the skies behind that mountain had begun to take a drastic change, as fires that burned anything in its path instantly, had started to rise and begin its destruction. The mountain had begun to crumble to pieces and reveal an army with a banner of a symbol, that existed as the opposite of God, Jesus Christ and so forth. It was the Leviathan Cross and a Pentagram. Whilst in the very center a man and woman clad in armor had made their way to the front lines of said army that appeared from the obliterated mountain.

It was both Satanael and Lucifer, holding weapons in their dominant hands. With God realizing what was about to transpire, he had immediately sent out his own army, to open the gates and send forth his army to stand at a line of defense. The territory had began to shift, from flat and Holy, to a more questionable sight. Hills of Sinister intent, Pillars of Holy defense. As Heavens' army finally appeared and stood ready at the sign of God and Satanael, both parties were heavily aware of what it could cost, to finish this war. Lives were surely going to end up in a loss, one leader was definitely going to fall and one leader, was going to stand at the very top of all that had been created. As Satanael ran the bottom-end of his spear against the ground, it would crack apart and cause the debris from below to fly about.

Silence fell upon the soon to be battlefield. God had decided to set himself upon the large wall, above the gates of Heaven and he was determined to not lose what was his. Atticus was nowhere to be seen, he had most likely been spectator for the entire battle. Lucifer stood by her brothers' side.

Satanael, looked God dead in the eyes from the distance between them and began to raise his spear:

CHARGE!

The Holy War, had begun and only one party, was going to end up victorious. There came the sign to charge and of course, without hesitation, Satanael’s army went off like a stampede of enraged Bulls. But God couldn't just allow his forces to be overwhelmed in a defense, so he gave the order to immediately move out as well.

G: Do not let them past the gates, no matter the cost. Stand strong my Angels, it will all be over soon!

With that said, the forces of God had set forth as well. Battle cries echoes across the battlefield, which would come to immediately be suppressed by the sound of weapons clashing with the intent to kill, powers blowing others to complete smithereens and blood splattering across the field as limbs were severed from bodies-- Lucifer had patted Satanael’s right shoulder as she gave the sign that she was going to join the battle and open up the gates for him. With Atticus still not in sight, Satanael basically had it all left to himself. So, his eyes would shut upon the loneliness and he'd inhale deeply. Focusing on the training that had passed over all the years of which he had lived, the memories that had been created over time, his betrayal against God and why he was doing this. There was no doubt within his resolve, it was solid, waterproof and strong enough to keep him going until his last breath. As Lucifer left, flames would follow her down upon movement and she led a squadron of her own towards the gates, fighting mercilessly against the Angels that dared to stand against her. But, of course, all would fall in mere seconds. And she enjoyed it—Even if it were only mere minutes, but she took her time with some. Torturing them in the midst of battle by cutting off limb after limb, setting another ablaze and even decapitating another. Heads rolled, arms danced and legs sprawled about from lifeless bodies. It showed how precise she was with using her blade, a deadly accuracy. But a path was made and the sign was given as the gates were reached after several minutes in battle. The archangels and commandments were nowhere to be seen and that was most likely because they had been inside the walls, standing to defend God at all costs.

Of course, the sight of Lucifer even being amongst his ranks, is what had shaken God the most. Two of his most trusted angels had bonded together to overthrow him-- His own creations.

G: So be it.. Let them come then!

He said, whilst taking up a large blade and setting himself back into the palace that had been torn through by Satanael years back. With his words sent forth, the gates opened up and now was the time to charge the lands of All Things Holy. As his eyes opened up, Crimson irises would dart about the battlefield that was ridden with limbs, guts, dust, flying weapons, powers and blood. Crouching down and holding the immense spear within his right hand, the left would place itself down on the ground and within the blink of an eye, Satanael blasted straight through the forces that had been fighting, as feet left the ground, it would crack apart upon the aggressive and sudden movement; debris would fly backwards into anyone behind him. The entire battlefield shook upon this movement and the sound of a physical barrier being broken through by a massive amount of speed had rung through the skies like the sound of a nova bomb setting off. Within the line that he traveled through, he managed to even pierce through an Angel who just so happened to be within this line. Exploding on impact, blood would clutter about and organs even landed against the faces of some that were unlucky enough. However, at the gates, a few Archangels awaited his arrival and were quick to thrust the blades of their javelins towards the bullet of which was an undivine being. Then, the clash of Holy and Unholy metal had began to ring at the entrance. He was stopped, but he wasn't going to give up that fast. Swiftly, as it were three against one. Satanael proceeded to duck down and spin a full clock, swiping his spear across their legs and causing the blade to run into their legs; cutting them off completely. As soon as they fell, Satanael commanded:

S: We’re through the gates, continue the charge. Let’s finish this!

With his aggressive voice sending forth the command, his forces yelled alongside his words and those that were able to, joined him in the battle within the walls. From here on, the fight only turned more deadly. Within the walls, the Archangels stood on defense and within the palace, the commandments and the highest archangels, along with God, awaited. With no turning back, Satanael and his forces simply had no other choice but to fight until death had stared them right into the eyes. As the walls were being torn into by Satanael’s army, God had watched from the palaces' tower in how ruthless it all had been. A war, to overthrow him.

Two of his highest and most trusted Angels, turning their backs on him and even leading the charge. He could snap his fingers and turn it all to an end, but deep down-- Deep down, even he knew, maybe it was meant to be because of his mistakes...? Either way, shrugging off, God decided to send Uriel down and stop Satanael. Of course, Uriel hadn't hesitated and immediately went off by his command. Fighting through the heaps of Fallen Angels, beasts and monsters-- He eventually managed to reach Satanael, but met a quick end. The tip of a spear had been drilled into Uriel's back and soon he'd be lifted from the very floor.

S: Fool... I won’t let you stand in my way. Not until I’ve accomplished my goals.

Satanael had ruthlessly overpowered Uriel within only the blink of an eye. Slammed back down onto the floor like a fly from a fly swatter-- Uriel was crushed by the force that had been applied right after, by his spear. Relentlessly, Satanael continued to ram his spear into the lifeless corpse of Uriel until it had been turned into nothing. There wasn't even a chance to fight back-- It showed the immense gap in power between the archangels and Satanael's new strength; it toppled all with ease. He made sure that God had seen it too, there was no need for him to leave anyone who believed in God, alive. With that said the bloody sight was finally finished and Satanael continued his charge unto the palace. It was only a matter of time now, God and Satanael were soon to have their final encounter.

Uriel had fallen in battle within the blink of an eye, the walls had been breached, the gates were stormed and Satanael was going on an uncontrollable rampage of which was routed to the palace. Gabriel had witnessed Uriel's body being flung about, crushed and treated like a ragdoll. Warning Raphael, Michael and the commandments. If they were to fight back, they would most likely end up in the same boat. It was futile for them to stand up against Satanael's rage and it was obvious that the gap in power was as immense as Gods' level. Yet, they had to uphold their duty and sent forth whatever archangel was within their command. Anything, to keep their lord in safe hands. Anything, to stop Satanael. Who, now, had reached the steps that led up to the palace. The spot where the old Commandments and Archangels were brutally slain by Satanael years before as well. Yet, it went silent. As if the war had suddenly been dealt with. There was no evil intent or sinister energy coming up on those steps any longer-- God was obviously worried and sent forth Gabriel and Raphael to investigate the sudden silence. Michael staying behind, staying as last defense to ensure God's safety. But, the doors soon closed behind them the second they stepped out. This must've been Satanael's doing. It was obvious, the eerie and cold vibe that suddenly filled the room was fearsomely dangerous.

As both Gabriel and Raphael banged on the throne room doors, Michael ran up and tried his best to pry open the doors. But, alas. There he came through the mosaic window that displayed God and his Creations behind the throne. As it all shattered into a million pieces, God knew exactly what he had been planning for as well and therefore he had sent out Gabriel and Raphael out. However, Michael needed to be there to witness what had about to transpire. So, with folded arms and a smirk on his face, God watched Satanael enter his last domain. Of course charging for God without giving Michael even a single look. As much as Michael wanted to step in, God had swatted the idea down and readies himself for Satanael's powerful charge. Fortunately enough fending it off as is and creating a distance between the two. Silence fell and God was determined to ask Satanael for an explanation and ensuring that this all ended, depending on his reasons / ideals.

G: I guess it’s too late for pleasantries then-- But, do allow me to ask you. Why?

He would say, whilst walking off towards Satanael. It had been obvious to him, God would attack the second he answered. Regardless of his answer, yet-- As laid back as he currently was, Satanael held his spear back and kept himself in a battle stance. Which caused God to stop in his tracks and frown upon the sight.

S: I wished to see you happy—But I wanted to take that responsibility within my own hands.. And ensure that one of yo--

God had cut his words off immediately, just as he expected. Shutting his own eyes and calling forth the Blades of Holy Punishment. An immense magic wall, existing out of swords, spears and all other blade-like weapons, which were known to pierce through anything.

G: Stop this foolishness, Satanael and give up. I’ll forgive you for what has been done and cleanse you of your sins, boy—Stop being so stubborn!

Of course, God wouldn't listen to him. Shutting both eyes, his head would shake in disagreement.

S: Never.. I’ve made up my mind. This is my revenge.

As much as he wanted to accept his deceiving offer, Satanael had his own ideals and people to lead now. People expected him to take over and create a life which was equal and where an own will was the norm. He could never accept this.

G: If this is truly what you seek..

God said-- Whilst lifting his head and eventually turning to the side as the blades would begin to aim down to where Satanael stood.

G: Then die.. Demon.

"Demon", a name to those that are the opposite of angels. Known for evil and supposedly the spawns / children to Satan.

It rung through Satanael's head, but he had to focus as the blades started to fire off right on him, deflecting what he could using his spear a war cry from his side appeared. It was sinister and the evil markings on his body only began to grow wider and wider.

A demon's calling.

But Satanael failed to hold back what was fired off in an endless amount. An explosion occurred within the throne room, which destroyed the entire palace and those who didn't block, were caught in the crossfire. Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, the commandments, Lucifer and some of the remaining demons and angels managed to stay safe just in time. Others-- They, didn't make it. God, folding his arms, had watched as the blades eventually stopped firing and the magic wall had dissolved.

Debris flew about, blood surely had splattered around as well. It was almost damn well obvious as to what had transpired. But-- The smoke started to fire upwards, God's face turned from full of pride into pure shock. Satanael had survived the ruthless firing that should've killed him on the spot-- But, instead-- He stood there. Spear being thrown to the side and releasing a powerful war cry into the air with a sinister tone to it. The ground, or what was left of it shaking and cracking apart from the sudden surge in power. Blowing anything aside, as his appearance began to grow and change. A tail appeared, his physique tore through his armor and soon, there stood Satanael in a monstrously huge form.

S: You need to learn to listen to your creations’ wishes and desires—This “life” is not just about you. It’s about everyone you decide to create.

Satanael boldly stated as there was now truly no turning back. He had now accepted his true duty.

S: And as the “Lord of Demons”—It's only reasonable to punish those who are ignorant. I’ll be here to show you True Evil. I am here for my own people and humanity.

Then so be it. With no words from God, he set off his own armor and went to charge for Satanael immediately. The two blasted off towards the battlefield and passed everyone that was fighting, putting them to a stop as the clashing of powers disrupted the planes of existence. Every element, every soul, everything fell into disruption as God and Satanael had fought to the death in the skies, of Heaven. Men had told of Satan just being thrown out of Heaven and some speak of Satan being the immediate opposite of God. But, this story is not about such at all.

This story, is about a broken friendship, the will of humanity, the creation of Hell and who Satan truly is in my own eyes. This story is about how God and Satan came to be as they currently are. As of now, there stands a truce between Heaven and Hell... But Satanael has declared war upon the gates once more for the death of his "adoptive son", what will become of this war and will there actually be a victor this time around..?

The Holy War will continue on: lMPVRE

Solos

A list of Solos or upcoming / ongoing Solos, will be added as more are created. Important Storylines that create character development, will also be posted here.

Satanael's Secrets

Delve into the secrets that Satanael has garnered over the years and has been lost through time. Ranging from a Lovestory to Alternate Endings.

These are also still a W.I.P

I. A Lost Love: Doubt.

• W.I.P

II. An Alternate Ending of The Holy War.

• W.I.P

Appearance

Here will be several faces that appear in either Solos or are from what you can expect to see when around him, there'll also be a small biography of the Devil himself.

Lucifer: Roxana Agriche, How To Protect The Heroines Older Brother

God: Gilgamesh, FGO

Satanael(Archangel): Hakuryuu Ren, Magi

Satanael(Fallen State): Hakuryuu Ren(Djinn Equip), Magi

Satanael(Normal): Cu Chulainn ~ Alter, FGO

Satanael(True Form): Cu Chulainn(Berserker NP state), FGO

Atticus: Ainsworth Elias, Mahoutsukai no Yome

Satanael's Bonds

Any pictures posted here are edits made by the people who write for the character or is art that none of us own, credit always goes to the rightful owner.

Here's a list of friends, beings that mean a lot to Satanael, rivals, enemies and lover. This will include their carrd or any other site that holds their bio(if they own one, that is), @ username and a simple picture from their character to give you a view of what they look like. This will be modified as more relationships are made through interactions or storylines.

If I forget any, I apologize, I'm not a walking Wikipedia that is able to recall everything.

Wrath's pawn, The Loyal:

Akutagawa Ryunosuke | @InfernalisIrae | CARRD

The eldest sibling, "Momma's Boy":

Cipher | @uncwnd | PINNED

A counterpart, considered family and holder of his soul:

Lucifer Morningstar | @mcrningstxr | CARRD

Former best friend, eternal rival, sworn enemy and his creator:

Currently unknown.

The Mother, "Old Hag":

Virgin Mary | @MaterDel | CARRD
(art by: @RAGNAR0K___)

He who leads the dead to Heaven or Hell:
(Uncle) Death | @OJISHl | PINNED