ALL NOVEL Chapter 2: Birth Of The Angels
The Silver City stood silent, shimmering like a dream made real, its spires reaching high into the infinite glow that bathed every corner. This realm, crafted from pure, shared love, was vast and full of potential, though it was still quiet—waiting, perhaps, for the first sounds of life to awaken its halls. The two divine beings, hand in hand, surveyed their creation with quiet reverence. Then, with a single shared thought, they began to breathe life into it.
The first being to emerge was Amenadiel, the eldest of their children. His appearance was regal and steady; he stood tall and strong, with a calm yet intense gaze that reflected both wisdom and loyalty. His eyes were deep and warm, catching the glow of the city with a gentle strength, and his very stance conveyed a sense of authority. He was formidable, yet gentle in presence, a warrior and protector born out of their love. His powerful frame radiated a quiet confidence as he looked upon his creators, instinctively lowering his head in reverence. A flicker of pride shone in his eyes, and though he was still and composed, a glimmer of curiosity softened his features as he took in his surroundings.
Not long after, three new lights began to form, entwining and growing until they resolved into the shapes of identical triplets—Samael, Michael, and Sariel. They shared the same dark, piercing eyes, the kind of eyes that held secrets, an inner fire, and an edge that promised both trouble and passion. Samael stood out among them, his stance slightly tilted, with a subtle smirk that hinted at a playful yet rebellious spirit. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and a flicker of amusement played at the corners of his mouth as he looked around the city. Michael, beside him, carried himself with a quiet intensity; his gaze was fierce, and his jaw clenched in determination. He radiated strength and an unwavering sense of duty, but there was also an unmistakable softness in his eyes when he looked upon his parents. Sariel, though identical in appearance, was quieter, with an intensity in his gaze that felt contemplative, as though he saw more than the surface of things. He carried a calm presence, a subtle but unbreakable will, and he observed the realm around him with a look of deep thought, absorbing everything.
Gabriel followed soon after. His appearance was bold, his presence radiating warmth and a gentle ferocity. With broad shoulders and a powerful build, he exuded an energy that was both comforting and invigorating. His bright eyes shone with a kind of brotherly love, his lips set in a slight, easy smile that seemed to promise laughter and courage to those around him. He moved with a relaxed confidence, a natural charisma that drew others in, his very demeanor as bright and vital as the sunlight. Gabriel's eyes held a glint of adventure, as if the universe itself was a vast playground waiting to be explored.
Azrael emerged next, quiet and introspective. His presence was somber but not cold; his movements were measured, deliberate, and his gaze, though softened by compassion, held an air of solemnity. He seemed deeply aware of the gravity of his existence, and his dark eyes reflected a profound understanding of the balance between life and death. Yet there was kindness within his intensity—a silent promise to guide and protect, to carry the weight of sorrow so that others didn't have to. His eyes softened when he looked upon his siblings, and though his mouth was set in a straight line, the subtle lift at its corners hinted at a gentle affection for them.
Then came Ariel, a graceful figure with a beauty that was both delicate and fierce. Her eyes were wide and intelligent, gleaming with curiosity and wisdom, her movements fluid and effortless, like water flowing. She seemed to emanate a quiet joy, her lips curved in a soft smile as she took in the beauty of the Silver City around her. Her gaze was both nurturing and fierce, like the ocean's calm surface concealing unfathomable depths. Her expressions were subtle, but the spark in her eyes betrayed her inner passion—a love for the world, her family, and the light from which she had been born.
Uriel, in contrast, was intense and focused, with a calculating mind that seemed to be constantly in motion. His gaze was sharp, his brow often furrowed in thought as he meticulously analyzed his surroundings. His eyes, though often narrowed in concentration, softened when they fell upon his family, and his posture would relax ever so slightly. He was a being of logic and insight, and though his smile was rare, it held a quiet, almost shy affection when it appeared, revealing his deep love for those around him.
Next was Ramiel, who embodied a quiet strength. Her appearance was serene, her movements gentle yet purposeful. She exuded a warmth that felt like the gentle comfort of dusk—a bridge between light and darkness. Her smile was soft, her gaze contemplative, and her presence exuded a calm that seemed to soothe those around her. Her expressions were subtle, but her eyes shone with a quiet, enduring resilience, as if she bore the weight of hidden strength that would reveal itself in times of need.
Raphael came with a healer's grace, his movements fluid and light. His eyes were warm and reassuring, his gaze steady and compassionate. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, and his hands moved with care and gentleness, as though even the air around him was something fragile, worthy of kindness. His presence was healing, his eyes filled with an empathy that ran as deep as the universe itself. A soft, genuine smile often graced his lips, his expression one of serene joy as he watched over his siblings.
Castiel entered next, his form quiet and contemplative, his eyes filled with an intense curiosity. His gaze was often fixed on some distant point, lost in thought, and his expressions were subtle, almost shy. He moved with a gentle caution, as if each step was part of a quiet reverence for the world around him. His face, though serious, held a warmth that softened when he looked at his family, and there was a sincerity in his eyes that hinted at a deep loyalty and devotion to them.
Raziel was the last of this first group, her form delicate yet fierce, her eyes gleaming with a quiet, intuitive wisdom. She moved with an elegance that was almost regal, her gaze calm and unyielding. There was an air of mystery around her, as though she held secrets that even the void had not known, and yet her expressions held a kindness that drew others close. Her gaze, though steady and contemplative, softened in the presence of her siblings, her subtle smile a reminder of the boundless love that bound them all.
The parents watched as their children gathered, each unique in form and essence, yet bound by the same light that had birthed them. The two creators exchanged a look, one of shared pride and joy, and though no words were spoken, the unbreakable bond within their family was felt deeply in their hearts. The Silver City, once silent and waiting, now pulsed with the life of these first angels, each a radiant embodiment of the divine love that had sparked existence itself.