An age ago, Lucifer, an archangel and "leader" of the heavenly choir, tried to rebel against God. He believed that he would be as powerful as God Himself. Needless to say, the rebellion failed. A third of the angels, those who followed Lucifer, followed him to the Abyss, Hell. These angels were malformed into what humans know as the demons. Lucifer, as extra punishment, retained his former angelic beauty.
A vast majority of the other two-thirds of the angels remained faithful to God. They remain in heaven to this day, serving God as faithfully as ever.
A small contingency, angels who either did not fully joined neither side or refused to fight, were exiled from heaven for the remainder of eternity. They took refuge on Mount Karza, on earth. It is separated from the earthly plane, however. They serve neither side to this day, and Jaras, the First Exile, is their general. Also called the tainted, their wings were changed from white to black when they were cast out.
Thousands of years later, in modern times, the bitterness of Lucifer and his minions has come to a head. They are preparing on bringing war to the heavenlies, yet again. The Exiles and humans will be caught in the middle...which side will you choose?
The Tale of Jaras the first Exiled
"You want me to frame him?" I gasped, almost not believing what the boss had said.
"Yes, Jaras. I want you to frame His Son. I want you to make sure that no one, not even the Almighty can trace this rebellion to me."
"Sir, with all due respect, I think God knew about your insurrection against His rule long before he even created you…"
Lucifer’s face flushed crimson with rage. He backhanded me hard, knocking me to the floor. "Fool! I will take the throne if I die in the process. I will be god!"
At that moment, blinding light filled the room. "He's here!" Lucifer screeched. Without hesitation, the deceptive, soon-to-be former archangel sprinted out the window and flew away.
The next moment, Michael, flanked by some of the most powerful angel warriors, burst through my door, swords in hand, and entered the entry room of my abode. "Jaras," Michael proclaimed, his face darkened with sadness. Two of his men picked me up and held my wings and arms so I could not flee. "You are hereby banished from Heaven on the grounds of assisting Lucifer in his psychotic campaign."
"B-but I didn’t actually help him," I stammered. "He asked me to frame the Son for his wrongdoing, but-"
Michael cut me off with a raised hand. "You did not actually assist him, I know, but you still contemplated the act and did not immediately give a reply in the affirmative or the negative. You are luke-warm."
I cringed at these words. "Though you will not be given the same fate as Lucifer and his minions, your fate is still banishment, for you are tainted."
He snapped his fingers and immediately, my white wings began to fade to black. I clenched my teeth in pain.
A vast majority of the other two-thirds of the angels remained faithful to God. They remain in heaven to this day, serving God as faithfully as ever.
A small contingency, angels who either did not fully joined neither side or refused to fight, were exiled from heaven for the remainder of eternity. They took refuge on Mount Karza, on earth. It is separated from the earthly plane, however. They serve neither side to this day, and Jaras, the First Exile, is their general. Also called the tainted, their wings were changed from white to black when they were cast out.
Thousands of years later, in modern times, the bitterness of Lucifer and his minions has come to a head. They are preparing on bringing war to the heavenlies, yet again. The Exiles and humans will be caught in the middle...which side will you choose?
The Tale of Jaras the first Exiled
"You want me to frame him?" I gasped, almost not believing what the boss had said.
"Yes, Jaras. I want you to frame His Son. I want you to make sure that no one, not even the Almighty can trace this rebellion to me."
"Sir, with all due respect, I think God knew about your insurrection against His rule long before he even created you…"
Lucifer’s face flushed crimson with rage. He backhanded me hard, knocking me to the floor. "Fool! I will take the throne if I die in the process. I will be god!"
At that moment, blinding light filled the room. "He's here!" Lucifer screeched. Without hesitation, the deceptive, soon-to-be former archangel sprinted out the window and flew away.
The next moment, Michael, flanked by some of the most powerful angel warriors, burst through my door, swords in hand, and entered the entry room of my abode. "Jaras," Michael proclaimed, his face darkened with sadness. Two of his men picked me up and held my wings and arms so I could not flee. "You are hereby banished from Heaven on the grounds of assisting Lucifer in his psychotic campaign."
"B-but I didn’t actually help him," I stammered. "He asked me to frame the Son for his wrongdoing, but-"
Michael cut me off with a raised hand. "You did not actually assist him, I know, but you still contemplated the act and did not immediately give a reply in the affirmative or the negative. You are luke-warm."
I cringed at these words. "Though you will not be given the same fate as Lucifer and his minions, your fate is still banishment, for you are tainted."
He snapped his fingers and immediately, my white wings began to fade to black. I clenched my teeth in pain.
