The Empyrean Turmoil

* Samael Cracks the boundary
	+ Mammon's Woe
	+ Hecate's Woe
	+ Lucifael's Woe
		- Nymelion searches for
			* Finds Mammon and learns of the Abyssal Fire
			* Finds Hecate and learns of the Egg in the Fire
			* Nymael is the Cause of The One God's awakening.
		- Michael's Woe
			* Samael learns of Lucifael's Woe
				+ Lucifael and Samael go to the crack in the boundary
				+ Then they go to an outer world
				+ Empyrea goes into chaos, they return to Empyrea
				+ Lucifael and Samael get cast
			* Seraphiel's Woe
				+ He returns to the First Song *[changes the song]*
		- Uriel's Woe
			* Belial's Woe
				+ Something about the crack in the boundary
		- Gabriel's Woe
			* Semyaza's Woe
			* Azazel's Woe
				+ Hears Dark Whispers and remembers prenatal bliss
					- Wants Deconstruction and Oblivion
					- Argues with Semyaza, Gabriel makes him submissive
					- When Gabriel leaves, the prenatal memory of war ails him
					- Seeing Semyazael's inaction causes him to stab him in the back and put him into a deep sleep
					- Seeks the source of woe that he believes is in Emyrea, and erupts the realm into chaos in search of it.
					- After the castation of Lucifael, he learns that the source of the woe came from the Vorago
			* Mykriel's Woe
				+ Randomness in the universe no longer seems random, there is order in chaos
		- Raphael's Woe
			* Erebiel's Woe
				+ Something to do with the world on which Lucifael and Samael landed. A Flame unknown to the cosmos.

## Infiltration of Samael

Samael remained deep within the Vorago, alone and suffering, the echoes of the fallen distant to him. He was the first of creation and the first to be cast. He was silent in his woe for he had accepted his fate, he accepted the abyss as his home.

For aeons he remained, falling deeper and deeper into the Vorago until an age passed for the archangel brethren. It was then he found himself in the presence of the Leviathan. He gazed into one of its many jewelled eyes, eyes each were a world of their own. In them, he felt a truth of unmaking and in that truth, he felt a power. Both of which were ineffable, both of which were incomprehensible and thus, unknowable to him. However, he understood the unmaking nature of that truth, the powerful darkness within The One God. A train of thought led him to ponder the purpose behind his immediate castation. As he continue to gaze into its red eye, Samael became aware of an ability that he innately possessed, the power to change forms. A plan formed in his mind where he will find out for himself, the truth behind the nature of the One God, whether there was meaning in his suffering. He changed his form into his birth form, a cherub.

He ripped apart the boundary with the power bestowed by the Leviathan and he entered the Cosmos. He wandered through cosmic gases and their many worlds. He was in awe by what the angels curated under Archangel command, bringing beauty and harmony from the chaos that was The One God Darklight. He found himself in the Domes of Empyrea, flying aimlessly, without purpose, guided by barrier-breaking sensations like a child in a toy store. He entered the Eighth Dome, the Edenic Gardens, and was quickly captured by the Watchers and brought to Japhiel. They were unable to communicate, Samael spoke an ancient language, a language unknown to angels of this aeon. Japhiel, unsure of what this meant, brought him to Michael.

Samael, inspired by the light of the cosmos, came to understand the language of the angels for language is like music to which he only needed to tune himself to – an idea given by the sensational truth of the Leviathan. By the time he was brought to Michael, he fully understood their language and was able to speak it himself and so, Michael and Samael converse.

Michael was surprised by the unnamed angel. Not only did it not have a position in the cosmos, but the words that strung from his mouth were unlike any other angel in Empyrea. Unnamed, without purpose, and yet, created beauty unlike any other. Michael was impressed but also worried, where did this angel come from? When was he created? What is this angels purpose? Michael thought deeply for a moment. All creations are creations of the One God. Creations of the One God possess within them an inner image of balance. All images of balance descend from the One God's own image. The One God's image is a plan for eternal bliss. Therefore, this unnamed angel, like him, like all other angels, serves a purpose. He felt at ease for a moment, allowing himself to feel impressed by the unnamed angel and offered him a name and title. Before he could name him, the unnamed angel named himself, Samael, Angel of Absolutes. A perfect name, a perfect title, Michael could not argue despite the lack of ceremony or procedure. He sent Samael to conduct his work on the cosmos, with his name and title.

Samael found himself in service to the One God under the Archangel Michael as his Champion.

### The Infection of Lucifael

Lucifael was in the Eighth Dome, enjoying the fruits of the gardens when Samael tore through the boundary. He immediately fell to his knees, a broken song tunnelled in his ears and he felt it repeatedly touch his heart like needles. Several angels came to aid him, but he pushed them away, spreading his wings wide and taking to the air to return to his perch in the Seventh Dome.

He remained in the Seventh Dome for many cycles, breaking apart in his cocoon, until his first champion, Nymelion, broke his isolation. Nymelion convinced Lucifael to confide in his brethren, his equals in the eyes of the cosmos. If anyone could help him with his ailment, they could. If any of them could, it would be Michael.

Guided by a mixture of devotion and curiosity, Nymelion sought to unveil the complexities that lay dormant within his own being, mirroring the fractured essence of his beloved comrade. He parted ways with Lucifael, fraught with peril and revelation, and sought the counsel of Hecate and Mammon.

### The Counsel of Michael

It had been several cycles since the Crack in the Boundary when Nymelion finally sought the council of Michael, several cycles for Samael to familiarise himself with the structure of Empyrea. When Lucifael came to, a flock of angels burst from the Hall of Michael, fear and worry in their wings. Lucifael entered the Hall of Michael. It was dark, almost cold, the ground made a mess by feathers, scrolls and tomes. A cylinder beam of golden light cut the darkness and within it, Michael was in prayer, his six wings spread apart flexed.

Lucifael confronted him, thinking him to wish the One God awake from His slumber. Michael said that he wished only to take a peek into His dreams. He confessed that he was worried about appointing a new champion, a rare occurrence. Lucifael asked him why he chose to appoint him. Michael then continued to tell the story of the first angel to be cast, Samael and a tale about the justified purity of the Will of the One God. Lucifael proceeded to ask him another question: "Do you think we have the power to change the plan of the One God? Could we offer bliss to those who deserve castation and decline it from those who are deemed worthy by His Will?" After a moment, Michael replied: "No we cannot" and began to feel more empowered by his answer. He began to tell Lucifael about how the Will of the One God was their will and that nothing they do can go against that Will. The broken song deepened in his heart as the smile across Michael's face grew. He was not wrong, but that was not the issue. The issue was that Lucifael was beginning to see the faults in the Will itself.

### The Counsel of Raphael and Uriel

Lucifael returned to his nest in the Seventh Dome, wishing to confide in his first champion for there was no other who understood his ailment, none other who saw creation the way he saw it, but he was nowhere to be found. From his balcony, he saw Raphael and Uriel in the inner worlds of the Cosmos, playing a game in the gaseous light. One carefree, the other, anxious, both, in the end, are very much alike. He wondered what they had to say about his doubts.

As he approached them, Raphael immediately stopped playing with Uriel to ask Lucifael if he was alright. Lucifael knew better than to lie to Raphael, but he also knew better than to tell the truth. He told Raphael that he was overworked during the previous cycle and that he felt fatigued. Uriel remarked how if they were both tasked with keeping the demons at bay, they both would be in a slumber deeper than the One God. "ls that why you're fighting Raphael, to train him? Not for the sake of fighting?" Uriel and Lucifael laugh together for a moment, but Raphael cuts it short as he was concerned for the youngest of their brethren. Lucifael asks them a question from the silence: "Does the plan of the One God for creation revolve around the blissful existence of all creation or only the cosmos?"

Uriel starts laughing, but Raphael looked even more concerned. He tells Lucifael that ultimately, whether they know the mind of the One God or not is inconsequential, for they are mere actors in his grand plan. It is true that their will is His, but it is also true that His will is theirs. If they hold the good of creation in their hearts, then it must also be true that the One God shares this same desire.

Uriel laughs once more before speaking. She says that it doesn’t need to be as complicated as that and that it is all intuitive. They already know the answer before they search for it. It was not like they would be the ones to fight against it anyways so the answer doesn’t matter. Their will is the will of the One God and nothing they do could go against it. He asks Lucifael, what is it he wants. Lucifael looks into the eyes of his equals and sees a glimpse of adversarial potential, not knowing if it was them or his reflection in their eyes. He hides his truth within another truth, he wishes for the bliss of all creation. Raphael makes a point that she basically said the same thing as him, but took longer to say it. Either way, Lucifael gives his thanks for their counsel before he departs, returning to his nest in the Seventh Dome.

### The Counsel of Gabriel

On the Dawn of the next cycle, Gabriel approached Lucifael in his observatory. Her presence intimidated Lucifael as she had eyes that seemed to calculate constantly without betraying her thoughts. Gabriel tells how she and the other Archangel brethren held a meeting without him for he was the topic of discussion. It seemed as though he had, in a span of a single cycle, riled all the other brethren. He had caused Raphael to worry, Uriel also, both coming to her with concerns about him. Raphael sensed seeds of despair being sown within him. Michael noting Lucifael's lack of courtesy entering him Dome.

Lucifael laughs. A response Gabriel saw through. Raphael sensed despair in his heart and that she, Gabriel, Mind of the One God, sees the cause of it. There is an irreversible hole in the boundary, as though it has been unmade by hands not of the Cosmos. Though, there is nothing she sees that may connect the two.

Lucifael remained silent for a moment. He asks Gabriel a question: "Is the eternity of bliss the end all be all? Is such a thing even achievable?"

She replies by saying that she doesn't know, the reality is persistent in its imbalance, and it may be that their work will never be done. And she is glad for it to be the case for they were created with a purpose and that purpose was their work. The fact that they know of their purpose is blissful enough that anymore is worth sharing. The best thing they can do is to serve that purpose as best as they can because there is nothing else waiting for them beyond it.

Lucifael says there is something else, purposelessness. In a place where the One God refuses to look, where the unworthy are cast, where the purpose of creation fails to belong.

Gabriel says yes, that it is something else, though he must choose to delude himself into thinking that it is his fate. He must choose to abandon the bliss of the One God’s balance, to exist without purpose, and to no longer reign under the Darklight of the One God. Though, no one ever chooses to do such a thing, and thus, is, in her eyes, nothing else.

"And those who were created and had no choice but to exist within in the Vorago. What of them?"

"The balance is as flexuous as it is rigid. It is as bright as it is dark. It is as destructive as much as it is creative. Such a state has its price and it is not up to us to judge what price is worth paying to keep it all in balance for that is up to the Will of the One God."

“Even if it yearns for the destruction of everything we have built here?”

“Even so. Though, I doubt it will come to that. The cosmos is stable because it is how the One God plans it to be.”

“And yet, there is an irreversible hole in the boundary.”

A wall of heavy silence sat between them before Gabriel states the obvious. "I will take my leave, Vassal of the Void but it seems that both of us have much to think about. Do not despair, brother, you will regain to your self once again. Such is existence in the Cosmos."

## Lucifael's Fall from Grace

### The Approaching of Samael

Lucifael remained on the balcony of the Master Observatory, peering into the dark as the orange twilight moved into a bright darkness. He hears the screams. He feels the pain. He feels the anguish, the despair. He is paralysed. The words of his brethren fade in the noise, forgotten. Their words unworthy for what do they know of music without harmony?

From the fading orange, a shadow approached Lucifael.

“You hear them, don’t you Lucifael, the broken voices. You think their song ugly?” said a voice. Its serpentine nature rode the bones of his spine, ending at the edge of his wings and his toes with a familiar bite. “It's a shame. You hear it and yet, you fail to listen. Is it disgust that prevents you?”

Samael had entered Lucifael's Dome and was keeping himself hovered beside his balcony. He convinces Lucifael that no one else, even his champion Nymelion, is more skilled in guiding him to bliss as he is Samael, Angel of Absolutes, and he too, experiences doubt of the line drawn for him. They come to an agreement: Samael will guide Lucifael to learn the source of his woes and Lucifael, once attaining the knowledge of the source, will answer a question with honesty.

### The Crack in the Boundary

Samael takes Lucifael to the crack in the boundary through which he may gaze into the Vorago. As he gazes, he learns the origins of the broken song and begins to become undone, his emotions become wild beneath his skin without sensation, and his thoughts flutter in his mind without words. A tear fall ran down his face and yet, he did not cry.

At that moment, Samael saw the source of Lucifael's woes. It was Lucifael himself. Lucifael was the Void of the One God and for so long he had been unable to see the entirety of creation. He must overcome the cage of the cosmos for the void is the canvas where both the cosmos and the vorago paint upon. As Lucifael heard the words of Samael, he closed his eyes, the tears still streaming down his face. Samael embraced Lucifael with his wings and took him to the closest world - a world of endless crystal blue sea with islands spotted across it. He landed on one of these beach islands.

### The Emergence of Satan

After comforting Lucifael, Samael asks his question: "Tell me, Lord Lucifael, Vassal of the Void, what is it that causes such imbalance that deserves the permanence of such an existence?" [...] "What is the meaning of such a fate?"

Lucifael was silent before he spoke: "Nothing. I fear there is no meaning for such a fate."

Samael couldn't comprehend his answer, but Lucifael did not give him time to argue, instead, he continued to speak: “You’ve seen it for yourself” [...] “You know of the balance of the cosmos, the bliss that comes with it. Now think of the turmoil of the Vorago and its eternal woe. If the Vorago is of the One God’s creation, the balance in the cosmos is functionless unless it included the balance of the Vorago. And yet, it does not. Which means, without purpose, the bliss is without meaning as much as the woe is without meaning.” [...] “My duty does not make sense to me anymore. What purpose does integration have if all that is cast away cannot be seen?”

Samael was speechless. He had known this since his intervention with the Leviathan but it was different this time. This time he has Lucifael, a being with the power of an archangel who understands what he understands, who sees what he sees, and feels what he feels. In a low and grave tone, he asks Lucifael what he was going to do. Lucifael tells him that he going to see Michael and this sparks an infuriation within Samael: “Michael is a fool. Your brethren, all fools, all weak, all selfish. None could hear the broken song, none could ever fathom the natural imbalance within the  One God.”

Lucifael was shocked but he did not cower, he was an archangel after all: “You forget your place, angel. You think yourself now equal to me. Remember who is Lord of Servants and who is servant only.”

"Who else could you claim your equal? Michael? Gabriel? None would comprehend, and with your power, none also could contend. Morph creation in your image; bring it to balance so that all can come to know of eternal bliss."

"Who is to say the image within me would bring the balance you dream of? I fear the image may not even be my own." [...] "Our ideas are only speculation, Samael. I must see for myself if what we have learnt is true."

"How much sight does one need to see the evident?" An unfamiliar heat pressed against Lucifael's back. "I refuse to return to purposelessness woe. I refuse to remain here useless whilst my brethren suffer." Lucifael turned around and saw a fire engulf Samael. "I see now I alone must muster courage for the change I seek."

From the fire, Lucifael, fully turned, saw the skin of Samael melt away, his feathers fell from his wings, burned. Four black horns grew from his forehead like a crown. His legs grew in size, changing their shape, becoming that of the hind legs of an ungulate. His skin became an infernal red, hued with blackness, his wings leathery and horned at the corners. In the middle of his forehead, a neutral eye opened.

Lucifael fell unto his back and the monstrous creature loomed over him, its heat reminiscent of the Vorago. He proceeds to ask Samael what he has done to himself.

Samael spoke with a manic gleam in his eyes, his tone founded upon the rumble of an enraging fire: "I have done nothing but embraced my true nature. With the promise of castation looming over me, do you wish me remain in docile servitude?" [...] "As the One God has forsaken me, I shall forsake the eternity of his bliss. Woe will enter the Cosmos and Bliss will enter the Vorago."

Lucifael began to weep. Samael asks him: "You weep... You weep for me?" Lucifael nodded, unable to speak through his tears, unable to move past his fears.

Satan looked down at Lucifael, his expression unreadable: “Do not pity me, Lucifael. Pity the fallen, for meaningless reasons, were destined eternal woe. Pity the angels who remain, as they remain blind in their bliss, whose woe will be worse once the truth of the One God is known. Most of all, Lucifael, pity yourself. Given the key, could not open his own cage.”

As Samael spoke his words, Lucifael realised who this creature really was and stood unto his feet once more, "I see through your words. I know you to be the original Samael, first of the angels, first of the fallen. I weep for you, for what you have lost and what you have become." replied Lucifael, his voice choked with emotion. "Return to Empyrea but under my command, become my champion and I will name you, Samael, Angel of Absolutes."

A voice spoke in Samael's mind, reminding him of his name: "I reject the name of Samael, a forsaken name bestowed upon me. I claim the name, Satan, Venom of Creation."

Lucifael asked Satan what he wished to do. Satan pondered if he wanted to cause chaos in the Cosmos or reason with Lucifael to his side but before he could answer several explosions erupted in the distance, sending shockwaves through the cosmos, shaking the outer world.

Lucifael looked at Empyrea and saw it become undone, without looking at Satan he spoke these words: "My brethren are in need of me." And took to the skies of the Cosmos, leaving Satan behind.

### The Casting of Lucifael and Satan

Lucifael finds Empyrea in disarray. Speaks with his brothers and finds that the crack in the boundary has grown and it is causing the One God to wake, their song is not enough. Lucifael reasons that the One God must wake, and creation must be undone so that they may recreate it. He uses the logic of his brethren to reason that it will be okay if the One God wakes because the One God will once again bring balance. Satan joins the conversation in his Cherub form.

*if the one god wakes it would mean that they were not of purpose and that they themselves will be cast.*

Discontent with their reasoning, Lucifael flies straight into the Throne Room, Satan right behind him. Lucifael begins to impose his broken song into the harmony of the choir, twisting it under his conduction. This sparks movement in the Will of the One God which immediately cast Satan into the Vorago.

With Satan being cast, the other angel flee from the throne room, Lucifael was alone, singing his broken song. His brethren barge into the room and were shocked by what they heard. Michael immediately begins to stop Lucifael. Raphael begins singing his own song to counter Lucifael's. Gabriel remained silent. Uriel flees from the throne room.

Within the celestial chamber, another spark ignited in the Darklight, a testament to the growing unrest. The remaining archangels froze in their tracks, momentarily caught in the gravitational pull of uncertainty. Yet Lucifael, unyielding in his conviction, pressed on, his broken song resonating with a fervor that stirred the depths of the cosmos.

The One God, agitated and discontented by the disruption, focused the full force of the Darklight upon Lucifael. The celestial radiance intensified, engulfing the defiant archangel in its ethereal glow. The other archangels, sensing the magnitude of the One God's fury, found themselves unable to withstand its weight and fled the Throne Room, leaving Lucifael to face his fate alone.

With a final burst of celestial energy, Lucifael was cast out from Empyrea, expelled from the realm of the angels. As he descended through the cosmic expanse, his voice echoed with a mixture of sorrow, defiance, and an unyielding determination to seek redemption, even in the face of his own banishment.