“No,
that's impossible,” the angel on his left answered without even
taking his eyes out of his plate.
“Impossible,”
Isakael muttered lowly.
In front of
him two angels were watching him, they lowered their head when he
raised his.
“Maybe the
devil,” someone ventured quickly.
Isakael
didn't notice where the voice was coming from.
“The
devil,” he thought eating more as if he wanted to show them that
the conversation was over. “The devil.” But who was the devil? An
angel, just like him, who had been favored by God at first before
being banished and changed into a demon. Demon had gain powers that
angels never had but how much power could the devil had. Especially
in this place where God was present in every corner, where anything
evil would be detected in seconds and banished in less. No demons had
ever cross to heaven, of that, Isakael was sure. But that voice, so
dark and scary couldn't possibly be God or if it was, what did God
want from him?
“Awake,
awake to your own power, this is nothing compare to who you really
are!”
How did the
devil get his power, even if he was no match for god, how did he get
them and how did he gave them to the demons. Isakael had seen what
Sahel could do, even as a baby. The demons could use fire, water,
air, earth, all natural things and control them and transform them
into strenght. They could cure anyone without even having to feel the
pain in return. Where did that power come from and why was it so
different from what he had?
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