The Gods have gathered in the Council of Valhalla and have decided that it's humanity's time to face judgement day. However one man, King Solomon, has a plan to save them.
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The young god pivoted away to bring down his next slash as he hoped to bring this game to an end, while once again, Wu jumped towards the young god and attempted to attack, but was forced to dodge again and again as Tsukuyomi predicted her attacks, being forced to change his swings to counter the empress' assault.
"My my!" Thoth announced. "Just what is Tsukuyomi planning?"
"How has that god gotten faster?" The Emperors of China gave confused stares as each attack of Wu was sent back by the flurry of slashes.
"She was... this strong?!" Emperor Gaozong gaped, while the First Emperor of China patted his shoulder.
"Humans are so quick to question everything, not the worst trait I guess~" the Wine's God relaxed voice was not befitting of the current situation that garnered the attention of emperors. "While it is true that the new form of his sword allows for faster attacks, Tsukuyomi himself has not gotten much faster. He seems to be simply predicting Wu-Chan's movements and attacking preemptively. His training really seem to have paid off~"
Over a thousand years ago, a child of two heavens was born.
The morning star and rising sun met under the night sky, and their light together formed the moon. Named Tsukuyomi by his mother and raised by his father, the boy was cherished by the gods, raised kindly with his angelic brothers in a heaven free from war. The heaven that Lucifer had created. And that peaceful heaven made him a kind and polite soul, almost too kind, one who tried his best just so those around him would smile. Yet even in a peaceful realm such as this...there still existed conflict within the heart.
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'He's too fast and strong for me to defend, but I don't know how to break through...should I feint? No, he'd read me easily...and counterattacking would be useless...wait, he's- !'
Like a streak of golden light, Michael soared towards Tsukuyomi and swung his blade, smiling confidently. Tsukuyomi attempted to raise his katana- to guard or parry, he didn't know which, but he was too late either way. Michael's strike was firm and true, and the moon god's sword was sent flying to the side. Tsukuyomi let out a resigned sigh as Michael laughed merrily.
"A good effort, brother! Wonderful! Now come, let us rest for now."
Michael strode off the training grounds, a confident smile on his face as always. Tsukuyomi could only stand in place as he left. His eyes were drawn, as always, to the angelic wings on Michael's back. Those grand and shining reminders of the divide between them. For among all of Lucifer's children, who spread their wings with pride...he was the only one who lacked them entirely. And his eldest brother's shone the brightest of all.
To Tsukuyomi, those glorious wings were more than a simple shared trait. Angels were legends among legends. Divinities among the divine. And their wings were immutable proof of that eminence, ever-shining and revered symbols of heaven itself. He'd seen many depictions of his brothers from the humans below. They were childlike, beautiful, majestic, monstrous, all four at once even...but they all had wings. It was a defining aspect of their existence. Tsukuyomi had done nothing but exist, and yet, he felt as if that itself were a mistake. One that his rigorous training could never correct.
