The sword of god - chapter 6
The night was deep — the kind of silence that felt alive.
Glimbleth's eyes fluttered open. Hunger gnawed at him again.
Not for food. For something colder.
He took the small, flickering lamp from beside his bed and stepped into the corridor. Its pale flame bent against the wind that slipped through the old walls.
Mary stirred in her room — a faint creak woke her. She rose, feet bare, following him with slow, careful steps. Glimbleth's shadow stretched long against the hallway, warped by the golden light.
He passed the iron gate, the one that led to the graveyard. When the door closed behind him, the night seemed to breathe again.
Mary stayed at the edge, hidden behind stone.
Then she saw them.
Dark figures crawling out from between the graves — twisted remnants of wicked souls, drawn to his light like moths to flame.
She almost ran forward.
Almost.
Then she froze.
Glimbleth turned. His eyes glowed — soft blue at first, then bright enough to drown the lamp.
The shadows hissed and were devoured, sucked into the tiny flame that burned stronger with each scream.
When it was done, he licked his lips slightly.
"I'm still hungry," he whispered, voice quiet but sharp enough to echo through the tombstones.
He walked further, feeding again and again. Each time, the lamp grew heavier, darker. The graves hummed faintly with leftover cries.
When the last one fell silent, he sat near a weathered gravestone, the blue fire dimming in his hands.
He didn't turn as he spoke:
"I know you're there, Madam Mary. Come out."
Mary stepped forward, the grass brushing her robe. "If you were hungry," she said softly, "you could've just eaten from the fridge."
He smiled — faint, tired.
"This hunger isn't fed by bread madam sit down let me elaborate."as he hugged the lamp closer
Pov shifted far though
The lab hummed faintly — quiet, except for the flipping of pages. Marmon sat beneath the cold light of an orb lamp, books spread like a miniature city across his table. Each spine shimmered faintly — stolen relics from Heaven's library.
His fingers stopped at one title.
"The Holy Knight."
He whispered the name like a prayer.
Or maybe a challenge.
A note slipped from between the pages, written in an old angelic tongue. He translated under his breath, eyes gleaming.
> "The Sword of God who defied the Throne and still walks among mortals."
Marmon smirked. "Fascinating."
He tapped the table twice, and the lab lights flickered as if reacting to his curiosity. Then the scene faded — the hum of his machines swallowed by silence.
Pov: back to Mary and Glimbleth
The wind rustled through the graveyard trees. The faint light of Glimbleth's lamp cast soft shadows across the stones.
Mary sat beside him, her expression calm but thoughtful. "You said you're a Fae," she murmured. "I've heard the name whispered in Heaven, but they never explained what you truly were."
Glimbleth nodded slowly, staring into the blue flame.
"We're unofficial," he said with a small, bitter smile. "A mistake the divine refused to admit."
He traced his clawed fingers along the lamp's metal edge.
"Each of us is born from something sacred tangled with something damned — a divine being and a demon. The first of us were called the Soul Whisperers. We lived quietly for centuries… until the gods finally noticed."
Mary exhaled sharply. "And once divinity notices…"
"There's always a curse," Glimbleth finished for her.
He lifted the lamp, letting its glow reflect in his eyes. "The God of Light marked us — said that anything not purely divine nor purely damned need to have a reason to exist gave us a purpose to exist inside the divine system but the god of the sky took control who hated us. So he caged our souls in these lamps. Without them, we fade. With them, we hunger."
"Hunger?"
"For darkness," he said, voice low. "Shadows, corrupted souls, sin. It's not a choice — it's a chore. The curse made us eat what Heaven discards. We are the janitors of sin, bound to clean what they create."
The blue fire flickered again, like it was listening.
As he then said
"i though you already knew one of my lamps was missing it was once belong to a friend"
Mary looked at him, sympathy flickering behind her calmness. "That's… cruel. They called you monsters for doing the job they forced on you."she wanted to ask about the friend but feels it would open an old wound so she stayed silent
Glimbleth smiled faintly. "Welcome to being Fae." Mary frowned about that but glimbeth actually praise heaven which Mary didn't like till he explained
"you only met the divine higer of heaven but people who is just normal people who entered heaven and lower angles never had a problem it"
As he continues
"heaven has rules and protection I didn't experience it as a fae but I know someone who did" basically saying heaven appeared corrupted just from the higer ranked as the unawares civilian having the best life ever as he continues
"heaven higer demons are not also evil just bunch of egos clashing together everyone think his ideal is what heaven should priorities all happened ever since the sky king ruled before that no wrong ever happened"
Pov then changed to my favorite place to heaven~
Two quiet days passed.
No disturbances. No research accidents. Just the hum of machines and the faint warmth of morning light spilling across the sinner facility.
Far above that peace, Heaven was loud.
Paperwork stacked in towers. Angels moved through halls of light, their wings brushing the marble air.
And into that chaos burst a familiar nuisance.
"Captain! Haaaii captain!" Nomram's voice carried like a trumpet through the corridors.
Ariel didn't even look up from her reports. Her expression remained iron-calm. "What is it now, Nomram?"
He grinned, sliding into the chair opposite her desk. "I just wanted to ask something! You know—history stuff. Captain, can you tell me about the Holy Knight? I heard he was, like, insane-strong and super righteous and all that!"
Ariel's pen froze mid-stroke.
Her silver eyes flickered — not annoyance this time, but memory.
The sound of Heaven's bells faded.
As her mind goes to a to the past yay flashback
The scene was not her office, but the radiant chamber of the Crowned Seraphim — Sera.
Across from her stood a man clad in white armor, its edges traced with holy runes. His face was unmasked, sharp, but his gaze held weight — a righteous fury that could level cities.
The Holy Knight.
Sword of God.
His voice was steel wrapped in devotion.
"I'm displeased with what Heaven has become," he said flatly. "Sera, open your eyes. The system rots under false order."
Sera's hands tightened on her desk. Her wings trembled once. "I find nothing wrong with it," she answered — the words rehearsed, heavy. "Heaven stands stable, and that's all that matters."
The knight leaned forward, planting a gauntleted hand on the table.
"That's not what you want. It's what Adam told you to want."
She looked away.
He pressed harder. "You follow his word because you think he knows better — that being the first creation makes him infallible. But he's not God, Sera. He's just what's left of God's pride."
Sera's eyes softened. "He was made first. Even archangels bow before him. He does know better."
The knight's jaw clenched. "And yet you are the Crowned. The choice is yours now. Since Aether's fall, Heaven's throne belongs to no one. You could restore it."
Before she could answer, the chamber doors opened.
Two figures stepped in:
Adam — eyes gleaming with arrogance — and a younger Ariel, spear at her side.
Adam's voice carried the tone of amusement. "Well, well… didn't expect a sermon today. Missed me, holy knight?"
The knight's glare could have cut stone.
"As the Sword of God, I order you to leave, Adam."
Adam smiled lazily. "Can't. This is a public meeting."
The knight's hand moved to his belt — a motion so subtle yet heavy that the air itself stiffened. His fingers brushed the sword's hilt.
Ariel tensed, spear half-raised.
The knight's smirk was faint, knowing.
"Do you truly believe she can protect you?" he asked, stepping closer. "Would you gamble your life on it?"
Adam hesitated, seeing his own reflection in the knight's blade. Even he knew — this wasn't just any angel. This was the Knight, the one even gods once feared.
But then Adam looked toward Ariel — young, trembling, yet resolute.
He exhaled. "I accept the gamble."
Light flashed.
The sword moved faster than thought. In less than a tenth of a second, its edge stopped a breath away from Adam's face, humming with divine heat.
The Holy Knight's eyes burned with judgment.
"Gambling is a sin. For one chosen by God, you're not immune to it."
Here the flashback ended boom back to nomram and Ariel
Nomram blinked, leaning forward eagerly. "Sooo… what happened next, Captain?"
Ariel exhaled, setting down her pen. The glow from Heaven's windows caught on her armor, tracing the faint scars that never healed.
"He rebelled," she said softly. "Against the god of the sky who replaced Aether. He lost… and vanished. Since then, he's been searching — for a successor. A heir of light."
Nomram tilted his head. "A heir? Like, to take Heaven's throne?"
Ariel didn't answer. Her eyes drifted toward the horizon, where thunder rolled faintly across the golden clouds.
(Fun fact of the day Arama is the son of Lucifer)