Morningstar Of Sin

I look up as my sword is hovering above her heart "Gabriel, brother. Your status as the tied favorite sibling is on a thin line. Choose your words wisely."

He sighs as the light still shines radiantly above "She still holds her heavenly divinity, if you kill her it could break the realm… I know you are angry, and rightly so, but please brother…"

I stare dully at the bright rift in the sky "Father allows you to use his toy and this is what you have to say to me? She has committed too many sins to be let off, if needed I will devour her whole, would you prefer that." I can feel her shiver at my words as I hold her down.

Silence holds the air still for a brief moment "So you did not hear… Father is no longer here brother…" He speaks through realms with a soft voice.

My eyes go wide "What nonsense are you talking about. How could he not be there?"

"He left after you were injured by the schemes of Darkseid, Doomsday, Nemesis, and Anti-Monitor. That day you retreated to Hell, he sealed the gates to heaven and left us. That is why Jophiel left and made her own Heven." His kind voice echoes through the realm.

My head falls as I don't know what to think of this. I harden myself as I look back up "I will not spare her brother… but I am willing to not torture her, for a price."

A small chuckle resounds through the realm "I knew you would say that brother. What do you want?"

"10 entries into heaven for the mortals I choose," I say already knowing what I want.

"I… I would have to ask Michael. He is the only one strong enough to make the trip through the sealed gates." he sounds surprised.

"I will wait," I say as I shove Jophiel into the ground putting my foot on her as I stand straight up. I know that no matter how good of an afterlife I can give someone good it will never amount to the perfection of Heaven.

The old man may have incredibly stupid views but I can not argue with his eternal paradise… I will eventually be able to make my own… eventually.

After less than a minute I hear Gabriel's voice again "He agrees with your terms. Before I part I must ask you. Keep an eye out for Raphael, Uriel, and Azrael. They were not in heaven when the gates closed."

The light from the sky fades as I smile "Fantastic. Before I kill you Jophiel, who told you the prophecy about my betrothed?"

She grins as she tries to look up at me "Father won't allow you to kill me. He will save me like he always does."

I lift my foot and stomp down hard "I asked who told you about the prophecy."

"The scribe." She says trying to stand up unable to beat my force.

I nod "Thank you, Sister, at least you were useful for something at the end. If it is any consolation, deep down I hope Father saves you as well." I force my foot on her harder and pull out the sword from her shoulder.

With a quick slash, I take off her head with Azreal's blade. Her divine soul unstably leaves her body and begins to shake with power. Gasps and shrieks are heard from the angel's around us. I merely roll my eyes as I watch as the soul rises to my eye level.

I sigh as my head breaks into five sections opening into a gaping maw mouth. Gluttony runs through my body at full power as I devour the divine soul before it explodes. For the inside, I can feel holy light burning my body. I just calm myself as I accept the pain and new power.

(A/N: He had to eat it since if he destroyed it the One Above All could piece it together and revive her. If he killed her with Mavet she would be taken to Nothing and The One Above All could pull her out.)

Jophiel may be the weakest of the archangels but she was still an archangel nonetheless. The nearly black fire around me turns into a golden blaze for a second before fading into a bright red hellfire. My second set of horns recede into my head and my head and my main set look more proper.

My tail recedes and slowly vanishes into my body. My wings also fade from the usual pitch black to a more beautiful ashen grey. Not only that I feel my face structure begin to change closer to that of the face I once had when I walked the clouds of Heaven.

I lean my head back as I close my eyes feeling the new power wash over me. As I open my eyes I feel the power in my eyes and throat have grown. The sins of Jophiel, Greed, and Pride have both been strengthened.

Although this visit has been fruitful I still feel the anger boiling beneath the surface. I turn to the crowd of angels closest to the city.

"Bring me Metatron!" Pride reverberates in my voice.

The few closest to me turn and start sprinting to a tall tower next to what looks like a palace. I stand above Jophiel's corpse as I wait for them to bring me Metatron. Only a few minutes later I see a group of angels flying over holding a struggling familiar face.

I smile and spread my arms wide, the swords fade from my hands "Metatron, how has the beloved scribe been doing lately? It's been almost a million years since we spoke, right?"

As they land in front of me they let him go as he shrugs them off "It's been eight million. And it has been great till you showed up." his voice sounds spiteful but I smile anyway.

I point at my head "Sorry, memory loss. So let's cut to the chase. What prophecy did you tell her?" my voice grows cold at the end of my sentence.

He holds up his hands defensively "Hold on, calm down. I just told her that the first daughter of Odin would become the most beautiful woman of Heven and Asgard and the second strongest daughter of Odin."

"Second strongest daughter? What do you mean? He only has one daughter." I say stepping closer till I'm only a few feet away.

"Calm down already. My prophecies are never wrong, and yes he has two daughters. That's according to the big man." He says a bit scared.

I nod "What do you mean that your prophecies are never wrong?"

He smirks "I mean she can't be dead."

My eyes go wide as I laugh "You have earned the right to keep your life today."

He sighs as I look around at the surrounding angels and test out the new powers of Pride and Greed. "Tell me! Who knows the location of the Odinsdottir?!" My voice resounds amplified by Pride and Greed.

A beautiful woman steps forward who appears to be slightly older than the rest. Not only that but her face seems familiar.

"Who are you?" I ask as kindly as I can.

"I am Loriel, the handmaiden of the Queen of Angels. I was the one who saved Odin's daughter when she was about to be murdered and raised her like my daughter." She says calmly as she is under my influence.

My eyebrows raise as I release her from my influence "Then you have my thanks. Where is she now?"

She looks at me angrily as she wakes from my influence "She owns a manor on the hills next to the Temple of Anchorites. But with the commotion, I'm sure she is somewhere around here… Her name is Angela here."

I nod and begin to turn towards the city as I feel three powerful beings rushing towards me at a fast pace. They each feel only slightly weaker than Jophiel. I face the direction they are coming from and see three hooded crimson and brown winged angels.

I smile as they land in front of me with a less pure version of holy fire floating around them. "I'm surprised my sister allowed males here… Are you here to die or are you here to kneel?" I ask the three tall male angels.

Their limbs are dark and give an evil feeling despite their holy nature. I'm sure these used to be punishment angel's back in heaven, they are powerful but not near an archangel.

The middle one steps forward "You are not welcome here." A wispy voice resonates out. "Evil holds no place in Heven." Swords appear flying above its massive 15 feet frame.

I roll my eyes as I speak with pride "KNEEL"

*BOOM* all three fall to their knees as I hear muffled grunts.

"Hierophants. DO. NOT. KNEEL." Corrupt holy fire bathes the angel's body as the three of them struggle to stand.

I step towards them "I have no time for charades, I have a reward to collect." Hellfire blazes to life making a life from me to them. The fire grows as I take each step and the angels begin to yell in pain.

"Burn to ashes." I mutter as I step an inch away from the 'Hierophants'. As I make contact with the screaming angel it falls to ash as if it next existed. With a plain face, I wave off the flames and hold out an arm.

"Come to me Angela Aldrif Odinsdottir!" My voice echoes through the realm with the power of Pride.

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