I hate telling this story. It takes place way back, long before I was born. After the Great Deity won the war against Alastor and his sinners, the chosen were sent to Forevrem to live. My parents were among the lucky few. But during the transition, the Great Deity was stricken down by a stray attack. Her right-hand man, the Archangel Alexander, had to take over. Alexander tries his best... but he has his flaws. He soon realized that humans are still humans. Wickedness still resides in us. So, he made Forevrem strict ,and Corrupt with the influence of his brothers and sister.. He built gates to separate the "purified" from the rest of us. Now, the angels outside have free will to beat us, to break us. Making eternal peace only behind closed doors. But not for me…Not anymore

Before I knew it, I was standing before the Archangels themselves.

Father was there. His eyes, once filled with so much life... now dimmed. There was blood everywhere, but no one to blame.