GATES OF DIVINITY: REALMS OF ETERNITY

By Toi Blasier and AL LYTLE

The epic saga that follows the ultimate tale between good and evil continues after Lucifer stumbles upon one of the vaunted Gates of Divinity, opening the greater cosmos to his ends. As Heaven continues to deliberate their next course of action, Lucifer embarks on a mission to set his plans to exact revenge on Yahweh into motion. With little success, an unexpected celestial ally appears as a guide that would reveal more than he could have ever hoped for. Lucifer's actions eventually lead him to a critical event that ends up calling heavenly divinities to arms. Will the divine alliances prevail on the battlefield of all creation, or will they fall to the most destructive force in all the universe?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: Nov 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781685830809

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1

In one of Machon’s many halls, Metatron has called a meeting with the seven Seraphim to mediate discussions of the ongoing concerns pertaining to Murmus’ visit and Raziel’s clandestine tasking of Bazathiel and the six angels to Hell. As the group of angels made their way to a disclosed section of the Fifth Heaven, for some it was truly a blessing to take in the sights and sounds to which they generally were not privy. In this layer of Heaven, the laws of traditional architecture were non-existent. The surface of the path they treaded on appeared to be fluid with luminescent streaks that were in constant motion. Above them were no ceilings or sky, but instead was the display of the everlasting cosmos. Instead of walls, they were surrounded by solid barriers of smoke that exhibited continuous prayers being written in pure silver and the sounds of constant harmony, with no discernable origin, could be heard praising Yahweh. The smoke guided them as if it had a life of its own, leading them to their destination where they were to have their conclave. The smoke opened only to give them access to where they were needed and as they set foot into a wide discreet space shrouded by the smoke. Metatron was the first to step in and as he did so, he blew a thick vapor in to the enclosure. Immediately the vapor took on the form of earthly furnishings and then a beam of light out of nowhere shone onto the forms and solidified them into humble wooden structures that would serve the angels as their amenities for this meeting. As Metatron took his place at the front of the room, the rest of the angels took their seats and flashed each other a knowing glance that relayed a hint of mild disdain towards the chief angel of the room. Metatron was never fully accepted by the angels, for he was born a human by the name Enoch. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Saraqael, Raguel, and Remiel stood before Metatron analyzing the data collected from their interview with Raziel. While Remiel, Saraqael, and Raguel felt the threat of this information should be taken completely seriously while the remaining angels agreed that the source of which this came from could be a hoax to regain favor in Heaven. You must listen to reason. Despite Murmus being a fallen angel, if even a portion of what he said was true, it must not be taken with a grain of salt. The previous war with Lucifer was bad, and yes, we were victorious, but if he has the means and motivation to rectify his defeat, we will be in severe trouble. Remiel pleaded with his fellow Seraphim. Raphael stepped forward to rebut that statement, Look, your worries do not fall on deaf ears, but we cannot simply take a fallen angel at his word. Someone like Murmus would attempt to do anything to redeem himself. Until such a time occurs, that action must be taken, we shall not proceed. Disappointment and uncertainty sat with the opposing three angels. Saraqael replied to Raphael, This is extremely short-sighted of you. If we decide on this motion and you are wrong, you have condemned us all! Never-before has a discussion between these angels been so heated. Tempers flared as no cohesive agreement could be met amongst the Seraphim, forcing Metatron to step in between before it could escalate. Arguments continued to be barked back and forth while Metatron begged for a calm resolve. Gabriel cleared his throat and finally voiced his thoughts, Pardon my interruption, but why do we not just go down there and stop him. What exactly are we waiting for? Upon hearing Gabriel’s unusual suggestion, the other angels paused mid-debate and looked at each other quizzically. After a brief awkward silence, Uriel questioned, Wait… can we do that? Not saying that we should but is that something we can do? Might not be the worst idea. Metatron stopped this ludicrousness, That’s enough of this madness. We do not act on impulse. We enforce law and order. A direct attack on Hell can only be done with just cause. And since we do not have that, that decision cannot be sanctified. As the hall comes to a stillness, the doors burst open in a thunderous boom, echoing through the entire hall. An alarmed Raziel races to the Seraphim in a frantic motion. A visibly annoyed Michael was not pleased with this imposition and swiftly questioned Raziel, Raziel! You were not summoned here, yet here you are. Your disrespectful, unauthorized… At this point, Metatron recognizes a distinct body language of Raziel and knows there is something of importance. He raises his hand to silence Michael, and he complies with no hesitation. Raziel, what troubles you? Metatron asks of the keeper of secrets. Even if he wanted to keep his demeanor a secret, the truth was written all over him. The color has left his face and in its place was a whirlwind of emotions like concern and dismay. …Sitael has returned… Raziel answered sternly. And the others? Metatron inquired of Raziel. As the gravity of things settled in, Raziel looked to his feet in consternation and did not utter a word. Metatron glanced at the Seraphim around him, and he saw that all doubts of any of them had left the hall. Raziel’s delivery of the news regarding the return of the angels should be a time of rejoice, but only one of the seven present is anything but good news. Metatron and the Seraphim followed Raziel to meet up with Sitael. When exiting the occupied space of their conference, the furnishings of the room instantly returned to smoke and dissipated immediately. They exited the hall and spotted Sitael in the near distance. Sitael crumbles to his knees and is grief-stricken as the angels reached him. His body was weak and his head heavy, but he managed to grasp Michael by the shoulder. What he spoke to Michael carried a deep, serious intensity. Sitael utters, War is at our gates, brother… Those few words incited a fear unlike one felt prior, but before anyone could question further, one of the resident angels spotted someone in flight on the horizon. There’s someone else approaching! The angel shouted out to alert every one of the incoming approaches.

HELP! HELP! Pleas were shouted a bit farther out from where Sitael was greeted. No one could hear the yells, but Metatron could and uncharacteristically took flight before the others. As Metatron flew off, the rest of the Seraphim followed in suit. He spots Omael cradling the limp body of someone in his arms. Metatron, it’s Bazathiel! He has been poisoned by Asteroth’s arrow. He has not moved nor spoken since. Omael cried out to Metatron as they met. Metatron took the downed angel into his arms and cradles him close to his body and brings him to the healing angels to care for Bazathiel. Receiving his body, the healing angels do not have a positive outlook on their faces regarding the fading angel as they look back at Metatron. Passing by Sitael, the state of his brother brings him more sorrow, the worst he had foreseen after leaving him and Omael behind could be coming to fruition. Omael, as well as Sitael, attempted to accompany their friend but were halted by Uriel and Raphael. The angels are well in tune with each other and share love and understanding of each other that allows them to communicate non-verbally. Uriel and Raphael gave a nod to Omael and Sitael and that is all that is needed for them to know that they needed to follow Metatron and the Seraphim to their meeting hall.

With all parties involved now at the hall, Omael recounted their mission in full and in perfect detail. He laid out everything they did from meeting with Raziel and into their journey through Hell. As his story unraveled, the Seraphim could not believe what these angels had been through. And even though Zophiel told us to head back here, I pressured Bazathiel to proceed further to gather what intel we were first tasked to retrieve. After some more tribulations, we arrived at the Palace of The Morningstar, and this is what we found. Omael continued. Metatron then asked, Sitael, what is it that you have recorded? Sitael stepped forward as requested and stood at attention. He closed his eyes in great concentration. And once he was ready, Sitael opened his eyes wide and revealed the information gathered. Written on the empty air in a yellow glow was everything Sitael retrieved. He moved his arms and the floating words and images wrapped into a globe-like display, rotating for all to analyze. As they all read and observed what was in front of them, disbelief struck the room. Raguel questioned, Is this real? Can this even be possible? Omael replied, This is very real. These are the plans we found at the Palace of The Morningstar of what is being orchestrated by Lucifer. Mikael and Hariel sacrificed themselves to allow Sitael to record these findings. And as we were close to escaping, Melahel cleared a path for us as he faced off with the mother of demons. Then we lost Haamiah to Duke Arach and his Arachnubi at the Carthenay Gates. Much has been lost to bring this to you. But our misfortunes did not end there. We were then ambushed by Lucifer himself. Asteroth struck Bazathiel with her poisonous arrow. I was able to rescue him as Sitael made his escape back to Heaven. Lucifer then attempted to stop me and bring us back with him. Struggling with him in the vicious windstorms, I struck him with a lucky blow and sent him flying off back into Emptiness as we were flung into another direction. With some careful traversal, avoiding any detection by roving patrols and Asteroth above us on her dragon, we made it back and that’s where you met me flying in with Bazathiel’s body. Omael finished his story and awaited their response. The Seraphim looked to each other in a silent deliberation, Michael spoke up, Your disregard from an order from Zophiel put your entire team in jeopardy. Your actions cost four angels their existence. And that can never be undone. We also have not received word on Zophiel’s whereabouts. We are all in a great debt to your sacrifices by bringing this information and what you all have endured, but order must be maintained. It is what separates us from those in Hell. As unfair as this may seem, this cannot go ignored. You and Bazathiel were leading and will be held accountable. In the meantime, you both are decommissioned and are confined to Machon until we are finished deliberating the course of your actions. Michael looked over to Metatron for any objections. Metatron gives his approval as Michael relinquished the floor to him. As if he was finishing a prayer, Metatron uttered the words May God’s will be done. And with that, the angel’s angelic light that shone through the creases of their attire was extinguished like a candle put out in the night. No sooner did their light disappear, also did all their angelic armor revert to simple robes. Metatron looked to Omael and Sitael and tells them, You are both dismissed. Please leave as we discuss our next step regarding what we have just learned. Omael quietly accepted his fate as he exited the hall with Sitael. Once the door shut behind them, Omael leaned up against the smoky barrier and slunk to the glowing fluidity of light beneath him. Sitael sat beside his crestfallen friend and offered his sympathy, I am sorry, brother, that you have had to endure such atrocities and the burden you carry still weighs heavily on you... No, he is correct. I disobeyed Zophiel and the loss of Mikael, Hariel, Melahel, and Haamiah is on my hands. Omael defeatedly said. Sitael disagreed, I am deeply saddened by those we lost but I know as well as you that any one of us would have done the same if it meant bringing those plans back. You heard them, Zophiel has not made it back yet. Disobeying or not, what we have done may have saved all of Heaven. And that is not something to be punished for. Omael appreciated the kind words but knew inside that all that has happened was due to his stubbornness. His defiance of orders will not be looked upon fondly amongst his superiors. No further words were exchanged between Sitael and Omael as they leaned upon each other in their first true moment of rest since they left Heaven not long ago. 

2

Murmus took retreat in the Asphodel Fields, amongst the flowers, for a reprieve from the madness that has recently unfolded. He showed Bazathiel the remains of Abaddon at The Pits of Hell. What was done with that information is unknown to him. His mind raced with uncertain thoughts as he had hoped that his redemption into Heaven would come from his assistance in uncovering Lucifer’s plot. Murmus’ peaceful contemplation was soon interrupted by an unexpected presence. From behind him, a voice calls out, Hello…? Murmus turns swiftly around to see Zophiel standing in front of him, shielding his eyes from the light of day. Confused by this startling development, Murmus questions, Zophiel? What are you doing here? Murmus? Is that you? Zophiel asked before immediately passing out from his wounds. Zophiel dropped to the ground, into the flowers, causing a throng of petals and pollen to surround his battered body. Murmus was extremely perturbed by Zophiel’s appearance. How did he find his way here? More importantly, who or what has caused this much damage to someone of Zophiel’s stature. He was a major component of the first war as he was one of Michael’s chieftains as well as God’s spy. Murmus swept away the floral dander and rolled Zophiel’s body over. His wounds were great and numerous. After observing how devastating the trauma that has occurred to Zophiel, Murmus was aware that the best and only option was to locate Asclepius, the god of medicine and son of Apollo. He would assuredly be able to heal Zophiel. Murmus bent down and scooped up Zophiel delicately like a newborn child, using his wings to cradle him. Once Murmus had a secure hold on Zophiel’s body in his arms, he used his wings to glide along the Cocytus River to the Gateway of The Asphodel Fields. Passing through the gateway, Murmus turned off the Cocytus River and flew down the Acheron River and met with Charon the Ferryman. Murmus lands on a nearby dock and takes a few steps forward to the edge. Reaching into his pouch, Murmus draws out a silver coin and holds it in front of him. A gift he had received from a resident of this divinity some time ago for a deed he performed, Murmus had this singular coin in his possession for longer than he remembered. Never once did he think he would use it, but now the moment had arisen that it was a necessity. A moment later, he spotted the smallest of specks of darkness like a black pinhole in the distance down the river. The night sky followed the ferryman as his vessel was drawn to this passenger awaiting him. A boat made of pure mist and fog rolled on top of the watery pathway pulled up to the dock where Murmus patiently stood. It appeared to be in constant motion like storm clouds moving through the sky but held a firm surface for any who ride the ferry along the rivers. A face-like feature could be seen to appear on the bow that took a shape of a skull. The smoky features formed darkened swan wings along the sides of the barge. Once the vessel stopped its movement, the ferryman walked forward to claim his payment from Murmus. Charon pulled apart the sides of his dark, priestly garb, revealing his silver breastplate, to ease his steps along the boat towards Murmus. His hood would obscure his face, but the paleness of his skin was illuminated by the moonlight. Charon extended his hand out to receive Murmus’ payment. The silver coin is placed in the cold, pasty palm of the ferryman. The payment is accepted, and Charon waved them onboard. As he stepped onto the boat, Murmus pondered aloud to himself, Either way to Asclepius is filled with treacherous perils. The River Styx would be the most direct, but it is not an option with The Judges of The Dead waiting at the gates. The Cocytus would prove difficult with the ravenous whirlpool of Charybdis, especially with Zophiel’s dead weight pulling us close to its powerful suction. The Lethe is the home of Scylla the sea monster, which would also be troublesome. Charon slowly turned his head towards Murmus, a low, raspy hiss escaped his mouth. The Stygian Marsh would be your best option. The Graeae Sisters may hold what you seek to provide safe passage to Asclepius. Beware, however, as they will likely ask for a trade in return. Charon suggested in a gravely, monotone voice. Murmus took the ferryman’s advice and realized that his first stop to finding Asclepius should be The Stygian Marsh. Charon looked to Murmus for their destination, Ferryman, take us to The Stygian Marsh, please. Once the request was received, Charon reached for a handle that was sticking out of the mist. From the vaporous vessel, Charon swept out a scythe and lifted it into the air. The blade ignited into pure flame, the fire lit up Charon’s face, revealing its translucence. His face maintained a watery appearance but did not flow as such. His skeletal face could be seen clearly as well as flickering flames in his eye sockets like a candle under water. The scythe roared as Charon plunged it into the water. The river around the boat began to boil and bubble, creating a denser fog around them. The fiery scythe in the water forces the vessel up the river towards The Stygian Marsh.

Once they reach The Stygian Marsh, Murmus picks Zophiel back up into his arms and departed Charon’s foggy ferry. Before Murmus got out of earshot, the raspy hiss gives one final warning, Avoid moving north altogether. The slightest motion in that direction will catch the gaze of the judges and you will be in their court immediately. Murmus turns to Charon, I have another question… and before he can finish, the ferryman and his vessel vanish as if they were never there. Murmus grabbed a firm hold on Zophiel and launched himself high above the swampy terrain for a better vantage point to locate The Graeae Sisters. The ground of the marsh was covered in a low-laying fog along the grassy weeds. Looking around the marsh, searching for the sisters, Murmus attempted to predict what meeting them will entail. What does he have to barter with if need be? Murmus looked down at Zophiel and could not help but wonder what has happened to him. Zophiel, what have you gotten yourself into? How did you get in such bad shape? How did you find the gate that led you to me? Several questions raced through Murmus’ head as he located a change in the landscape. What looked to be a small encampment, Murmus presumed it to be the sisters he was searching for. He landed just outside of the abandoned looking hovel. This place did not look to be inhabited at all. Murmus gently set Zophiel down as he walked around the outside walls. They were not too high or well-constructed. It looked to be just enough for protection from the outside. In what he figured to be the front of the structure; a leather curtain made from an animal hide covered a makeshift doorway. Murmus goes to reach for the curtain to open but before he is able, the shroud is ripped open by the youngest of the sisters, Deino. We have been expecting you. Deino said to Murmus. Despite being the youth of the trio, Deino’s hair was pure white, same of her sisters. The Graeae Sisters were known as witches but quite beautiful in their appearance. They were essentially blind but together shared one eye, made of flawless crystal. Only one may use the eye at once, while the other two’s eyes resemble a reflective, mirrored surface. Their beauty is as flawless as their crystal eye, making them able to mesmerize any being they encountered. The second eldest, Enyo, traversed like a graceful dancer as her hair flowed down her tattered gown, which had a ghostly appearance when they moved. Enyo possessed the eye and looked Murmus up and down, You are no man at all. You are something different. Murmus, entranced by their exquisite beauty reveals, I am an angel. An angel? Enyo asked aloud. She held the eye out for her oldest sister, Pemphredo. Yes, an angel. I have heard of your kind before my sisters were born. She used the eye to look all around Murmus, examining every part of him. I do believe you had another with you. Deino, would you retrieve him please. The youngest sister left the hut to grab Zophiel as the other two continue to fawn over the angel before them. Without the use of their crystal eye, Deino had to feel her way around the wooden structure and finds the battered angel outside the wall. She started to slowly feel up his body, as without the eye, this is her only way to see Zophiel. His still fresh and open wounds were intoxicating to Deino. She took in a deep breath of his being and could barely contain herself. Curious as to why it was taking Deino so long, Pemphredo took the eye outside and found her smelling Zophiel and caressing his body. What did I tell you?!? Bring him inside now! Pemphredo scolded her sister. Startled by her older sister, Deino’s long, alabaster hair flew back wildly like a strong wind ripping open a curtain, revealing her shocked face. I am sorry, sister. I just could not resist. His aroma was too tempting to ignore. Deino explained. Regardless, bring the angel inside. We have much to discuss with our visitor. Pemphredo instructed. The two sisters return inside their domicile as Deino carried Zophiel and placed him down off to the side. The Graeae Sisters’ living area was meager to say the least. Not much of décor to admire and an indescribable pile of belongings along the wall. Murmus thought to himself, If they are witches, why not conjure up a better place for themselves? Now that Zophiel was brought inside and all the sisters had reconvened with each other, Murmus knew it was time to get to the point. I do not mean to be hasty, but I need to get to Asclepius. Charon told me that you would be able to help me. I cannot fly over the Charybdis carrying Zophiel’s dead weight. Nor can I deal with that sea monster. Going straight forward puts me in direct contact with the Judges of The Dead. I require whatever assistance you can offer. Please, Zophiel is in dire need of healing. The sisters listened to Murmus’ dilemma with great concentration. After he finished his request of aid, The Graeae Sisters huddled together. Their hair interwove with one another, and their dirty white gowns collided like a stormfront moving through the sky. Each one’s arm over the other’s shoulder, slowly rotated in a circle. Their bodies swaying in and out in unison as a low mumble could be heard. A few moments passed and Pemphredo stepped forward with the crystal eye aimed directly at Murmus’ sullen face. Yes, angel, we shall help you. Enyo, fetch me the item. The oldest sister commanded. Enyo was quick to return with what Pemphredo sought. So, you need to get to Asclepius on Olympus and with your friend in no way able to fend for himself, you will need a stealthy approach to avoid all the dangers in every path. What we offer is this. The helmet of invisibility. Worn by Perseus himself on his quest for Medusa’s head. Pemphredo expounded. Murmus was taken aback by this, Wow! I would never have believed in such a magical item. It would make me appear invisible? Murmus reached out for the helmet, but Pemphredo pulled it back before he could grab hold of it. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now, angel. Do you really think we would part with such a valuable artifact for nothing in return? She cackled with that thought as Murmus’ expression changed from relief to edginess. He did recall that Charon mentioned that a trade likely would be expected. As she smirked, still holding the crystal eye, focused on Murmus’ face, Pemphredo laid out the deal for the helmet. You can follow along the Pool of Lethe and Memory to The Cave of Hypnos. Hypnos should not be of any trouble as he will be asleep. The cave, however, is something else entirely. It is where day and night meet. No light nor sound enter this grotto. The entrance is covered in plants and poppies that you will want to avoid. Once you are out of the cave, following the River Lethe, head towards the Garden of Hesperides. What we want is one of the golden apples from her orchards. Return with the apple and we shall give you the helmet. With that, you will be able to pass undetected to Olympus. Do we have a deal, angel? Murmus pondered this task laid before him. Every moment passing by is a moment closer to Zophiel succumbing to his wounds. It sounded simple enough, a short journey to a garden. One apple for one helmet of invisibility. I agree, witch. I shall go retrieve this golden apple and we shall be on our way as soon as possible. Murmus said with confidence. Enyo moved like she was floating on the air and took the eye for herself. Looking at Murmus as he seemingly puffed his chest out with bravery, Good, good. There is a catch, though. This helmet is an extremely valuable treasure. One we would not part with that easily. Enyo began as Murmus interrupted, But you said… Do not be rude, angel. Now, as I was saying. You must return before the sands of this hourglass empty. Return before the last grain falls or we will feast on your dying friend. We are so very hungry, and this angel appears to be quite succulent. Murmus was aghast with horror at the thought of these witches eating Zophiel. He has known monsters and demons, but these sisters were of a different breed. Keeping his composure, Murmus accepted the latest demand from The Graeae Sisters, I will leave immediately and return as swiftly. That is a promise. There is much at stake, beyond your small world. I need to find out what has occurred in my absence. The sisters stood shoulder to shoulder, the older and youngest sister’s mirrored eyes glassed over as Enyo held the glimmering crystal out farther, Yes, go now, angel. Fly, fly. Fly, fly. Deino got excited, Yessss…. Go. Get our apple. We will watch over him. He will be fine in our care. She said with a sly tone and Pemphredo turned the hourglass upside down, the sands falling quickly. Murmus, though bothered by the thought of himself failing Zophiel, departed their paltry dwelling taking a path leading to The Cave of Hypnos.

On the walk, as using his wings to fly would bring the wrong type of attention, Murmus took the time to regroup himself. The White Cypress Tree and The White Poplar Tree on the side of the river were a sight that Murmus had not ever seen before. The leaves and petals looked like a painting, almost too beautiful to be real. If not for the pressing matters at hand, he would have loved to take in more of the landscape. Murmus’ last thousand years of travelling between Hell and the other divinities after the first war have taught him quite a bit. Learning the wrongs he made and attempting to find a way to redeem himself in Heaven has been the most trying of lessons. Murmus was approaching the cave entrance when he noticed an array of various plants and flowers surrounding the landscape. Two flowers were very prominent amongst the diversity of flowers and weeds, poppies, and morning glories. As he drew closer to the cave, he felt a shift in the atmosphere. Everything felt like a pull in different directions all around him. Nothing physically but like a force in the air. He felt a cloudiness fill his eyes. Before entering the cave, Murmus leaned over to the river to splash some water on his face. He knew time was of the essence, but he could not continue any further before clearing his mind. The coolness on his face worked wonders and now he felt he could move on. As Murmus stood up and turned toward the cave, a solitary figure had appeared at the cave entrance. Murmus observed the tall, lanky youthful being with long and curly unkempt auburn hair. A wreath adorned the crown of his head and his toga appeared to be too large for his frame, causing it to be tattered and dirty on the bottom edges from ages of dragging along the ground. As he walked towards Murmus, his filthy bare feet lazily meandered with an air of natural charisma that oozed off his very being. Greetings stranger, I am not familiar with the likes of your kind. I hope you come in peace because I would very much enjoy some company right about now. He invited. Indeed, I do. You must be the one they call Hypnos. My name is… Murmus began to say before Hypnos interrupted him. It does not matter. I am sure that you will not be around long enough for me to care. However, come and sit with me. I have prepared a delicate libation to share with you. I really must be going… Murmus began again. It wasn’t a request. Hypnos countered. Murmus, unable to read the situation, felt obligated to follow Hypnos’ instructions. He waved his hand out to motion for Murmus to sit opposite of him just outside of the cave entrance. Murmus reluctantly took a seat and was about to speak again. Hypnos anticipated as much and put a finger up to his own lips to hush the fallen angel. Hypnos produces a waterskin and offers it to Murmus first. As my honorary guest, I insist that you take the first drink. He urges. Murmus hesitantly takes the waterskin from his overbearing host and takes pause. Come now, don’t be shy. You’ll feel refreshed and rejuvenated. Hypnos assured. Murmus brought the waterskin up to his lips and took a big swig from the contents of the pouch. A delighted grin cracked across the face of the god of dreams as he watched Murmus drink his concoction derived from his precious poppies and morning glories. Murmus’ eyes widened as far as they could. He could not tell if what he was seeing was real or not. Was any of this real? Perhaps all of what he has experienced has just been a nightmare. The cave walls looked like they were melting all around him, the colors of the world peeling off like strips of pig skin being carved by a butcher. Everything he saw had an unnatural shape from what one would normally see. Murmus had never experienced anything like this in his whole celestial existence. Up was down, down was up. What looked to be rocks now appeared to have faces of unusual beings with three or more eyes blinking all at once. The sound was unnerving, like a cow tongue slapping a pool of water. Their pupils small and beady, black as night. Murmus felt like the rocks were gurgling like a bladder filled with lava. He made sure to avoid encountering these ocular-filled stones. Off to the side, Murmus observed a pulsating slug, laying about uninterested in the absolute weird happenings in this cave. Luckily, it did not seem too worried about Murmus as well. In what felt like an eternity, Murmus finally blinked his eyes. When they opened, it seemed like days were passing before him. The sun rising, then setting in mere moments. Over and over, day then night. Sunlight flashing on his face like a flickering flame. Murmus shook off what he was seeing and closed his eyes tight. He hoped whatever was happening would soon be over. As he opened his eyes, in front of him was a giant, gaping mouth. Broken and decaying teeth filling it, a giant tongue unfurled and began to lick its lips. At first, Murmus thought it was because it was hungry, but it was to clear off what looked to be insects crawling over the gums of the mouth. Slurping the bugs up, Murmus was disgusted by the crunching sounds coming from the chomping. Once the insects were devoured, the teeth looked like mirrors. Each one reflecting a different, disturbing, and somewhat morbid image of Murmus staring back at him. He took a step or two back, the doppelgangers in the teeth punched and headbutted and broke out of the mirrored teeth. Dropping down in front of Murmus, they slowly dragged themselves towards him. Each step they took, they slowly decayed as though they were decomposing cadavers. Deep down, Murmus knew this could not be real, but it would not end. He turned his back to the approaching army of dead apparitions, only to be met with a wall of fire. A face formed in the flames, with a wide smile. It looked like the face of Lucifer, laughing at him. Murmus did not want to look at the source of his biggest failure and turned back again. The humongous mouth was awaiting him as it swallowed him completely. Murmus was surrounded by complete darkness. No sound. No light. He remembered what the sisters said about the cave and that neither of those things enter the cave. A small light began to peak, hoping it was the end of this hallucinogenic trip. For a moment, it seemed so. He was surrounded by sunlight and the sea was all around him. He felt glorious until he realized that he was not in control of his own body. His wings acted on their own as they carried him quickly through the air. As he was about to panic, he looked down at the sea and was distracted from his own trepidation as the motion of the waves and water hypnotized him back into a calm. For the moment he didn’t care about his situation as his inhibitions melted away. He watched as the hue of the water turned to different shades of blue which in turn shifted to different shades of green and then a rich vibrant orange and yellow. The colors mixed and swirled like a cyclone of the color spectrum. His mind reeled as he observed the psychedelic dance of what looked like a giant kaleidoscope. The vibrant colors grew larger as if they were moving towards him like an enormous tongue lashing out of the water. The whole spectacle halted in front of him and made a strange growling sound. Murmus tried focusing more and noticed two large eyes open in front of him. Anxiety began to stir within him and continued to escalate as he saw long sharp teeth form underneath the eyes. He still had no control over his body, but as the teeth lunged forward at him, his body instinctively dodged the attack. He was continuously under attack from the colorful display, and he felt like he was outside of his body watching his body dodge the attacks as if it were performing a ceremonious ballet. Murmus felt confused as he struggled to figure what was real and what wasn’t. He saw a streak of colors swoop in from the sides and strike him. It confused him to be watching his own body, but every time the huge spiral of colors struck him from the sides, he felt a flash of pain that made his ears ring. He felt helpless as his body did as it pleased. Murmus saw a smaller spiral of color emerge from behind the bigger one swipe wide at his body. The last thing he saw in conjunction with an impressive shock of pain was his body getting struck and sent sailing into the sky. After that, darkness took him once again. 

As he awoke, Murmus looked around him. As far as he could tell, everything looked to be as normal as could be. Sunlight was shining onto his face and water flowing could be heard nearby. He rolled off his side and scooted up towards a tree that was behind him. Pulling himself up into a sitting position, Murmus let out a sigh of relief that whatever was affecting him seemed to have subsided. What…was…that? he said shaking his head back and forth in disbelief. Murmus stretched his neck upward and the light gleamed off something above, the sparkling catching his vision. I do not know how I got here but that seems to be the golden apple I came for. Perhaps things are turning positive finally… Murmus trailed off as he stood up. Reaching up to pluck the brilliant fruit, a low and deep growl seemingly echoed not too far from the tree. Unfortunately for Murmus, it was not an echo. It only sounded as such because what was lurking was the hundred-headed dragon, Ladon. Each of the heads perked up, revealing their mouths full of numerable, sharp teeth as the growls turned into full roars. Oh…no... Murmus whispered to himself as he observed the terrifying visage of this gigantic and monstrous lizard. He knew he could not defeat this beast, even with all his skills. It was all too much, and he is, after all, but one angel. Murmus slowly began to walk backwards away from the dragon and the tree. He needed that golden apple, but it appeared as though Ladon was not having any of that. Murmus felt that he was running short on time as that hourglass surely must be almost full. He was going to have to be tactful to overcome the dragon. As the several heads jutted towards Murmus, mouths wide open, he had to think on his feet. Using his wings to give him a small burst of upward momentum, Murmus landed on top of one of the heads. If this were easy, Murmus could just fly up out of the dragon’s reach, but his presence must be kept as unnoticed as possible. Once his footing was stable on one of Ladon’s heads, Murmus tucked his wings under his arms, creating a makeshift overcoat. He had to make his way back to the tree to acquire a golden apple. As if they were ever moving steppingstones, Murmus leaped from head-to-head. His equilibrium was still a tad off from his cave encounter, but his footwork was still impeccable. As he would land on one head, another would rush to attempt to snatch him up. Keep moving, keep moving. Murmus would repeat to himself. Any slip up would be his end for sure. He was getting closer, only a little bit further. Murmus landed on another one of the heads, it was then that head straightened its neck causing him to fall and slide down its back. Midway down, the neck popped Murmus up and threw him up into the air. Murmus opened his wings to control his glide down. With caution to the wind, Murmus flapped one strong time and divebombed downward towards the tree. With his hand extended out, Murmus pushed himself as much as he could. As his fingertips touched the apple in front of him, a head swung around and knocked Murmus back. He landed on the ground below with a sickening thud. Murmus rolled out of the small crater he just created from his fall. Placing both of his palms on the ground and pushing himself up, Murmus looked over to the spot he just rolled out of. His faith was rewarded as the golden apple was laying right before him. A small smile cracked its way on his face. No time for celebration as Ladon was still on the hunt for Murmus. He scooped up the apple and sprinted back towards The Cave of Hypnos. Flapping his wings for small bursts of speed, the dragon was on his heels, each mouth nipping at him. Grasping the apple with all the strength he could, Murmus finally reached the estuary of The River Lethe. Not only was Ladon was so large it could not fit down the narrow watery pathway, but Scylla the Sea Monster was awoken by the commotion. With the two aquatic beasts now focused on each other, Murmus used this to his advantage to make his way back to The Stygian Marsh to complete his deal. 

The Graeae Sisters watched the hourglass empty with great anticipation. Murmus had not returned with their prize yet and only moments remained until the final sands would fall. I cannot wait any longer, sisters. He clearly is not worthy of this task and will not survive. Let us eat this angel now. Deino pleaded. She started licking Zophiel, tasting his bloody wounds. I also need to be satiated, Pemphredo. He does not seem to be fulfilling his end of the deal. Let us wait no longer. Enyo requested as she dug her finger into one of Zophiel’s open wounds, sucking the meat off her long, pointy nail. Pemphredo, smacked her lips watching her sisters indulging their appetite, You are correct, sisters. Only a few moments are left, and that angel does not appear to be making it back. Pemphredo’s grin stretched across her gorgeous face as she locked her teeth onto Zophiel’s arm, biting a chunk of flesh out of it. As the bloody juices dripped down her chin, Murmus bursts into their hut at the same time the last grains of sand fall into the hourglass. He could not believe the scene before him. These witches betrayed their deal, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? I MADE IT BACK WITH THE GOLDEN APPLE! Murmus yelled. Oh, but the time is up. You agreed to the terms. Pemphredo replied with her mouth still chewing on the bite of Zophiel. Lies! I returned as the hourglass finished. I made it. Now, stop what you are doing! Murmus desperately screamed. Deino chuckled as she slurped the bits of Zophiel back into her mouth. Murmus could not stand anymore of this, and they were clearly not holding up their word. He unsheathed a blade he had hidden, tucked away inside his garb, and launched toward Enyo. She was still holding onto the crystal eye but was distracted by their angelic meal. He swung wide and cut her hand off at the wrist. She shrieked out in immense pain and the crystal fell to the floor and rolled towards Murmus with the hand still holding on to it. He quickly picked it up and backstepped away from the witchy trio. Give us back our eye, now! It does not belong to you! Pemphredo yelped. Step away from my friend at this instant or I smash this into pieces! Murmus demanded. No, please do not. Sisters, away from him. Pemphredo ordered her siblings as Murmus gripped the eye over his head. The Graeae Sisters slinked away, wiping whatever chunks of flesh off their mouths left from their feasting. Okay, we have left him alone. Now, give us back our eye. Enyo asked, struggling to speak through the pain pulsing from her wrist. Fulfill your end of the bargain. I want that helmet first. Murmus aggressively negotiated. Deino, give him the helmet. Hurry! Pemphredo directed her sister. Deino went to collect the helmet and brought it to Murmus. Once he had the helmet of invisibility in his possession, he returned their eye and Enyo’s hand. Nothing personal, angel. We were just being a tad… presumptuous. We gave you the helmet, now give us the golden apple. Pemphredo coolly asked. Murmus bent down, keeping his eyes locked on the witches, and picked up Zophiel. He threw Zophiel’s arm over his shoulder and stepped closer to the doorway. Murmus tossed the golden apple to the eldest sister. While Pemphredo examined it with the crystal eye, the other two’s reflective eye sockets glistened with the gilded fruit in their hands. As soon as they received it, Pemphredo discarded it like a piece of trash behind them in the ever-growing pile of random items. Murmus seethed with annoyance as the difficulties he dealt with to acquire that apple seemingly meant nothing to the sisters. He felt insulted and disrespected. Murmus knew he should have let it go and not let his emotions get the better of him but with all that is going on, he could not let this pass. He set Zophiel gently down just outside the leathery curtain at the doorway and picked up a goblet that tumbled from the pile of junk after the apple was chucked on top of it. With the skillful aim of an archer, Murmus pitched the cup at Pemphredo’s hand, knocking the eye onto the ground once more. Murmus thrust kicked the elder sister away from the crystal and lifted the eye away from them. In unison, the sisters wailed, NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Murmus tucked the eye into his pouch and left the sisters’ home. Murmus took the helmet and put it on. As told by Pemphredo, Murmus became invisible once the helmet was affixed to his head. What about Zophiel? he thought to himself. As he picked up his downed companion, he disappeared as well. So long as Zophiel was in his arms, he would be as invisible also. Now that their traveling would be masked from any dangers along the way, Olympus was their destination and Asclepius their goal. 

3

With Perseus’ helmet in his possession, Murmus was invisible to all. With the severely wounded Zophiel in his grasp, he too, would be invisible. This was a tremendous assistance in reaching Asclepius to heal Zophiel as quickly as possible. Judging by the state he arrived in, a story of great importance must be behind it. Murmus hoped and prayed that things were not as bad as this would lead him to believe. As much as he wished it were not what he presumes it to be, his naivety keeps him balanced that some positive news may come from Zophiel. Being invisible, Murmus was able to use his wings and fly his way to Olympus. Asclepius was currently at the home of The Gods and would surely welcome Murmus, or so he would hope. Asclepius maintained a lean musculature with a clean-shaven face with his long golden locks braided tightly behind the back of his head allowing him to not hinder his ability to treat his patients. He was enjoying a mundane day, doing rudimentary tasks, overseeing a comatose patient, when he heard a familiar voice call out. ASCLEPIUS! I NEED YOUR HELP! He recognized Murmus but could not spot him approaching. Murmus? Is that you? Where are you? Asclepius questioned. Murmus realized he was wearing the helmet still and removed it to reveal himself to the God of Healing. Apologies, my friend. I have been through quite the adventure to reach you here. I know my presence in Olympus is most likely frowned upon by The Pantheon, but I require your assistance once again. Asclepius observed Zophiel in Murmus’ arms and the numerous injuries he had sustained, Another wounded angel, Murmus? Are you starting an odd collection for me or is this just a coincidence? he quipped. No, Asclepius. With what is apparently occurring in my divinity, this cannot be a mere coincidence. Speaking of, how is Samael progressing? Murmus peered into the healing room that Samael was in, apparently currently still unconscious. When Samael was brutally beaten by Lucifer and Beelzebub, then Lilith and Asteroth seemingly finished him off, Murmus was hidden in the shadows of The Auditorium near The Palace of The Morningstar. When Samael was discarded by Asteroth and her dragon, they must have presumed he was dead. Fortunately for Samael, Murmus was nearby to rescue him. Barely clinging to life, Samael was taken through a gate with Murmus. Asclepius met Murmus when he requested his help to heal Samael. Away from Lucifer was the safest place Murmus could think of to get Samael back to his former glory. It’s a slow process, Murmus. He was gravely wounded as well as all his wings being severed from his back. He will heal, but it will take some time. I am also looking into something to recover his wings. Nothing certain, but some thoughts I am bandying about. Now, your other friend. What is his name? Murmus laid Zophiel’s body on an adjoining table to Samael, This is Zophiel. One of Heaven’s fiercest warriors. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Archangel Michael during the first war. I witnessed him save Michael from Satanachia sneaking into Heaven… Murmus’ words trailed off as he thought back to that day. He exists with the regrets of aligning with Lucifer and subsequent punishment because of it. Not a moment goes by that I wish that I could take back all of what I did then. For the last one thousand years, I have been trying to think of any sort of way to earn redemption in Heaven. I genuinely thought that bringing them the news of Lucifer would be it. But I was mistaken. They turned their cheeks to me and shunned me away. I cannot blame them, though. I may have convinced one guardian angel with irrefutable proof, but who knows what happened with him. I am sorry, Asclepius. I do not mean to burden you with my problems as well as my wounded friends. As Murmus confided in Asclepius, the God of Healing placed his hand on Murmus’ shoulder, You need not worry, Murmus. Ever since you had discovered a gate and traveled here, you have proven yourself as a worthy ally. Regardless of your past, you have shown what type of being you are. Even though you are an outsider here and your presence is not always welcomed because of that, you have never taken advantage of the secrets you have learned. I wager once everything is settled; you will be allowed back into your Heaven. Murmus raised his head from its sullen pose and a look of happiness washed over him. Maybe he just needed to hear those words to bring him out of his current depressed state. Thank you, Asclepius. I just hope you are right. As far as Zophiel, what do you think? Asclepius opened his hands, placing his palms just above Zophiel’s body, moving them around the angel. A light, bluish-white glow that pulsated in varying patterns as they went over the different parts of Zophiel’s body that had been hurt. Well, good news is he is not in the dire state your other friend was in. His wounds do not appear as severe. With some work, I should have him healed in a relative short time period. Use my quarters to rest, Murmus. By the time you wake, Zophiel shall be fully restored. Again, thank you. Asclepius, I do not think I will ever be able to repay you for what you have done. I will take your advice and go get some rest. Please wake me if anything changes with either of them. Asclepius nodded to Murmus and walked him to his quarters for him to take some time for relaxation.  

After a short span of time passed, Murmus awoke from the sun shining through a sliver of space between the flowing curtains in Asclepius’ quarters. Other than the times he would spend here in the past, Murmus had not felt the sun since his days before The Fallen. It was one of the things he missed the most about not being in the Kingdom of Heaven. The way it shined off the majestic structures created a beauty he could not express in words. It was something to be seen for oneself. Murmus sat up and rubbed his eyes, this rest was much needed. His psychedelic trip through Hypnos’ cave for that golden apple was more than he anticipated. Murmus still could not believe The Graeae Sisters were attempting to feast on Zophiel. He felt bad taking their crystal eye but in the heat of the moment, Murmus believed it to be the just thing to do. Murmus picked up his pouch to look upon the crystal eye and as he opened the satchel, it began to tingle and vibrate. This somewhat alarmed Murmus, causing him to quickly close the bag up and shut it tight. Nope, I do not think so. He said to himself. Murmus attached the pouch to his waistline and went to find Asclepius. He hoped to find Zophiel awake and healed as well as a positive update on Samael. Murmus made his way to the healing room where he left the damaged angels. Asclepius was awaiting his arrival outside the room, gesticulating his hands of a job well done. How was your rest, Murmus? You look much better than when you arrived. I do feel much better. Any changes here? Take a look for yourself. Asclepius pulled open the door to the healing room to reveal Zophiel sitting up in the bed, awake and healed. Some light bruising was still prevalent on his face and extremities, but this was far and away a sizable improvement. Zophiel! My goodness does it feel good to see you in a better state than when you stumbled upon me. Asclepius, you are a godsend. Murmus said with elation. No Murmus, I am a God. Asclepius humored back with a retort. A God?? Who is this? Where are we? What is going on? Zophiel demanded. Calm yourself, Zophiel. My name is Asclepius, and I am a God of Healing. Your friend, Murmus, brought you to me in an extremely wounded state. Same as your other companion here. Him, however, much worse. It will take quite some time to help him. He is getting better, though. God of Healing? This has got to be a fever dream, right? There is only one God. Murmus is not a friend. He chose the wrong side as part of The Fallen with Lucifer. The last thing I remember was battling with Satanachia. I saw Bazathiel and the others escaping towards Heaven. Satanachia and I fought all the way to Minos. I tried to hide from him in the shadows inside. Then there was a light… Yes, Zophiel. That was the gate you must have found your way through to where I was. Murmus chimed in, somewhat hurt by Zophiel’s comment about him not being his friend. Zophiel, regardless of your feelings towards Murmus, he did save your existence by risking his to bring you to me. Whatever happened in your divinity all that time ago, he has done much in my eyes to prove he is a changed being. Please, hear him out. Zophiel’s attention from the slightest tinges of pain left in his body went to pure confusion on everything he is hearing right now. Your divinity? What does that even mean? Asclepius lightly chuckled at Zophiel’s reluctance to reason, Oh, you Christians have always been so short-sighted and self-centered. You must realize that you are not the only divinity in existence. In fact, you are but the most recent. The rest of us have been in existence much, much longer. I can tell from the expression on your face that your mind has been figuratively torn asunder from this. Unfortunately, I cannot heal that. Asclepius’ words offered no help for Zophiel’s racing thoughts. If any of this happens to be true, it really contradicts all that Zophiel knows. From outside the room, a voice booms, Perhaps I can be of assistance, stranger. Greetings, father. Asclepius welcomes Apollo, his father and one of the Twelve Olympians. Apollo is also a God of Healing, as well as the sun, protection, and knowledge, amongst many other things. Zophiel, this is my father, Apollo. He passed on all his knowledge of healing and medicine to the centaur, Chiron. Chiron, then, in turn, taught me after rescuing me when Artemis killed my adulterous mother. Father, this is Zophiel. He is a friend of Murmus and an angel of the Christian Divinity that required healing. According to Murmus, there seems to be trouble brewing on his side of existence. Is there a chance that may affect anyone else? I mean, if Zophiel came upon a gate by pure happenstance, it could happen again. Only that time, it may not be a being of peace and nobility such as them. Asclepius postulated to Apollo, hoping his gift of prophecy would assist this. Apollo stood chiseled like a large, impressive statuesque man. His bald head gleamed from the sunlight as he stroked his goatee made of a light, flickering flame. His garb was simple, pauldrons covering his massive shoulders, of which had an insignia of the sun carved into it. A golden liquid appeared to be ever flowing like a river through a canyon inside the carving on the pauldrons. His physique shown proudly as his musculature was presented through the small amount of covering that adorned his body, such as short leather breaches and barefoot. There was a definite purpose to it all but currently in a casual state in the home of The Olympians. You could see the resemblance between father and son as Asclepius wore a similar wardrobe, though his shoulders appeared to have a different symbol. Apollo attempted to peer into the future but was having trouble, I am sorry my son, but it looks as if I can only see to a certain point into the future. Something is clouding my vision. Hopefully, we can ascertain what that is and can present a clear picture of what is to come. Now, angel, come with me if you will. I think it is time you learn about the considerably larger world you have just entered. Apollo reached his mighty hand to Zophiel to aid him in standing, as well as a metaphorical olive branch extended to bring these two diverse, yet parallel divinities together.

Despite the amount of rubbing away at his eyes in disbelief, Zophiel could not perceive that there were other divinities with several Gods. He was walking in the shadow of one and was still perplexed how nobody knew of this. Nobody except Murmus, apparently. Zophiel had recognized how much of a positive light these strangers held Murmus in. Perhaps there was a change in this former Fallen. He had saved him from his injuries from Satanachia as well as bringing information to Heaven about Lucifer’s grand plan, despite being turned away. Zophiel could no longer be distracted by his apparent change of heart on Murmus as they had finally reached their destination. The area looked to be a beautiful courtyard, decorated with stone columns, varying in size. They had ivory vines woven into them that glistened from the sunlight. Plants and shrubbery gave it some privacy, but the outer walls of Olympus were more intimidating. Zophiel peered past the courtyard and could see the walls were heavily fortified and had sentry towers every so often. Weaponry