Tenth author’s journal

Chapter 1: Escape the nest

”What might exist outside the garden of Promise? ” While lying on the cloud thread bed, the thoughts linger in my mind. Outside the room, the soldier angels are marching around, while the gardener angels are tending to the garden. They always say that sticking to Ir routine will keep me safe. Thats a funny lie if theyve been pretending to overlook my cries for help in all of my ”brother ” and ”sister ” lessons. This place, according to pa and ma, is the ideal place to live, and ”mortals ” consider it to be their paradise. Which of the twisted ones wants to live without a sliver of freedom?

”Mortals ” are those who worshiped us, the fabled archangels, while ma and pa drew power from them. They should not be worshipping someone as egoistic as them. Every time they told me how they made a mortals life miserable or praised how their favorite mortals have a certain quality that is worth playing, it changed my perspective on the life I had considered to be ”mortals. ” At the very least, they have some semblance of hope that they will continue to exist while I go on with my meaningless life until something changes.

The system of 13 archangels also includes I: the fabled prodigy who stands for knowledge and knowledge alone, but I have no knowledge of the world outside the celling of the Garden of Promise. Ancient spells and secret powers have gifted the rest of the archangels, explaining how my ”siblings ” arose. My ”siblings ” are nothing more than mortals who have accomplished something worthy of ”the gaze of gods ” and ascend to godhood.

It has been a long since my twin, Garbiel returns from his mission. I was envious of how he was able to walk freely outside as pa command him to go, but now I only feel pity for him. Thriving on the endless battles that thirst the curious of Irs while he is too weak on the archangels anarchy. Pa and ma have said that the both of I have birthed by themselves and being loved equally, but with him being nothing but a tool for conquest while I am the ultimate weapon by them. No wonder how Garbiel the god spear to be the 13th while I am the third.

”Lord third. ” the voice coming from behind the curtains. The voice head angel who constructed this nest, the garden of promise. So far concerned, he was my caretaker or so I naively call master. For sake of the weapon to be properly developed as ma and pa wanted, they have ordered him to make this garden of promise. Not to taint me with ”impurity ” of the outside world.

”Yes, master? ” I answer gleefully, this has been second nature to me that answer innocently to the angels when being asked. If they know how much I have grown, surely they would try to remove me as the other failed experiment of the prodigy.

”Today the father upon the paradise has given you your first task, ” he announces with joy, seeing he being pardoned from this job that has cost him 200 years and returns to paradise above.

”Then can I go out? ” I ask. This may come as the only chance to escape from this hell-bound place.

”Yes, then you can go, lord third, ” he answers reluctantly.

The task is to execute the captured demon. It seems that this drag-out war has finally spread here. The war between dark and light. The angels and the demons are all the same. Both flourish under each other. If not for the scorn subject as that, I may have learned truly from the side of the demon.

Walking from the cloud thread garden deep into the dark corner where the light has never shone into. The head angel infuses his mana o