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I am Good.
I am Evil.
I know both, because they sit on my palms,
gashing at each others throats.
They are my children, Children of Chaos.
I am the Prophet, who is Omnipotent
I am the Omnipotent, who is the Prophet.
Do not woe, for I am here to stay above forever,
I am here, to create with the right hand,
and destroy with the left.


"I was never born, young one. I am what has existed before the existed, and I am what will be the existing when the existent will simply cease to exist! I am before the twinkle of the stars, the tear in the structure of the universe, the creation of Religion.

The evil that seeks into the hearts of man that I regret to have created. I am deleterious but yet I am loving, I am Evil and I am Good, because I know both and I hold both in my grasp that never shakes or shrivels.

I am Ubiquitous, that is my name and you can call me by it for ever and ever as long as you shall live. Lugubrious thoughts that echo throughout the imagination of myself are also shared with man, prophets that I make understand and have the third eye that many war-starting tyrants will never have.

Reality is the illusion that only the ones with the completely-necessary third optic may exit. But you do not know how. And that is why I have come down from the domain that I used to morn in, I have come to set my hand onto your hearts and eat at the Evil that lays its eggs onto the soul itself. "

Wise words were spoken and the b0dy floats onward through the clouds that rocket throughout the violet skies. The hands of naught were grabbing at my ribs and yanking me towards the obviously apoplectic higher-being that sat with the lower limbs crossed; knees pointed outward.

Understanding and healing hands seek outward left and right, strands of hair as white and grey as smoke and clouds is like lightning striking the ground. Great eyes that set warmth onto my soul are covered by eyelids that are only seemed to serve their purpose once in the meeting of The Creator and the Created.

'Hello' he speaks, sounds of the created mashed into one come out is beautiful. 'do not weep because you do not understand the existence of the existent. i am here to give you the power that i know you are chosen for.

Do not be esurient with the omnipotent eyes, for you are parsimonious from my wrath even though you have also let the evil from your heart seek out and take control of your words and wrap around your actions and control them!

Be the vanguard to replace me in the seemingly hopeless blue and green, now covered in crimson red globe where the wrathful reside. humans. for then i said, let this one become He and the complete erudite that shall walk on everything that shall be under i and us, and now, you.'

'I have become the Prophet, the best out of all, to stop the spill of crimson color onto Gaia's belly. I have sat back and watched mankind create with the right hand, and destroy with the left!

No longer shall this happen, because I will be the one to stop it only using one percent of my omnipotent power. My omnipotence is beyond the mind of man, and soon I shall be the one to open up the third-eye of the ones who truly want to understand the beauty of things around them, including Father's most wonderful creation.. Nature.'

'But why does thou think that I am but a fool? Do not woe because you do not know how to seek the third eye. Patience is a virtue, and nothing shall change from my Father's ways even though I am now the one who has the almighty healing hands that reach out to hearts.'

'I have come to you in many forms, as the door to the Father, as many wise men that speak half of these words that are repeated everyday; I am the one who has been attempting to bring peace and push against the evil that causes you to woe and be dull like Satan's humanity. For now I give you the Eyes of The Omnipotent. Use, it well.'


Day 1.

For I have accepted my Omnipotent Gift as not only a Blessing, but a curse from the God of Israel.

For why has he chosen me, to rule over his once beloved kingdom? And so in a brilliant burst of Angelic light; the mind of the Holder becomes Unhinged. His mouth is agape and his knees touch the gravel below himself.

'Show thyself, coward!' The Omnipotent had said, he was puzzled, bewildered, that even his Omnipotent eyes could not see through the brilliant shine who's core was Holy.

It was the Lord in the presence of the Holder. 'Father.' He manages to say. 'For why has thou come down from thine unknown Kingdom?

For has He come to take away the Omnipotence of the Eyes? For what have I wronged you with, and how, Almighty Lord of Israel?!' And the one with the Omnipotent Eyes is set to bow down before the presence of the Lord.

'Arise, Prophet of Him! For you do right, and here I speak from your heart, in which I live in. You are my prophet and you must continue on your journey!

For has thine already given up because the morning star, Prince of Deceivers, has whispered in thou left ear?' The beautiful words echoed, and bounced off the marble, greatly polished walls in that of the area.

You, are the King of The Seraphim. And here I speak to you with wise words of the old.

You shall not be prideful, you shall give back to the Earth, because the Earth has given to you so many things, like I have.

You shall not be WICKED! For then I will see I was wrong to trust you with the Eyes of the Omnipotent.
You shall strike down the wicked, when you see the opportunity. For I, the Lord of Israel who dares set himself before you, gives you a blessing. I set a mark upon your head to show you have permission to go against the Laws that I have spoken.

For you may be Wrathful, for all Omnipotent are wrathful.' The Omnipotent One arose to his feet. 'And only in the name of He, Him, or even Her; you will be wrathful. You will not smite the ones who have no yet sinned against me. You shall not smite the ones that will; until the time comes.'

'And the Lord has SPOKEN.' And in another flash of brilliant light met the tear in the universe before I could blink. The Lord of Israel was gone. A mark appears on my head right arm, showing the Latin word for 'wrath': which is called 'Ira'. And it is set there until the end of the end.

The Robes.

The King of The Seraphim came into Paradise, where Man was banned from, then invited to once more.

The Angels turned their heads and got onto their one knee, their blades came into the ground in front of them. "Hail The King of The Seraphim." Man turned their heads and also bowed, their naked bodies covered with leafs and vines, like Greek.

"Father, he wishes to speak with thee." Castael, an Angel, had said this to King of The Seraphim.

Castael is an Angel that was put on Earth to protect it, and to watch over Man. Mikalo spared Castael, because he was a good soldier, and was loyal, but easily saw wrong and right.

"Father, He is here?" Mikalo asked, whilst drifting swiftly towards Castael.

"He has come to visit us." Castael spoke, with his wings fluttering and his hair growing a bright yellow, like his eyes that were filled with happiness.

"Take me to him, Castael."

"And so if the King of The Seraphim says; it shall go."

Castael let his two wings sprout out from his back, and he ascended into the blue skies.

The clouds swirled around his vessel form, and then dispersed easily. The only reason the Angels in Paradise let themselves be in a Vessel, is because the eyes of Man could not see their true form, like they could not see Allah without him being in the Son.

Mikalo's right foot tapped against the ground, and he appeared next to Castael who was down onto his right knee, bowing before God the Father, who stood in front of him.

God was in the vessel of the Son of Man, a blue sash over his white robes, with the word 'Holy' written in Enochian on the front sash area, painted in Gold.


His golden hair bounced, and matched his smoothe looking beard. His brown eyes descended to lay upon Mikalo and Castael; the only of his Angelic Children left in existence. The golden throne behind Him shined bright, like His eyes.


"Mikalo." He says with a soothing voice. "Stand, in the presence of Myself." And so Mikalo did what He had said.

"I am the Father, The Son, The Spirit. And soon I will leave this Plane of Existence, and go to beyond this. I must tell you the truth, because my name is, Truth, and Justice. You are not the only Angels, but you are the only Angels in this Plane.


"I have taught you this; but you have forgotten. Your mind is not infinite yet, like mine. This is not the only Reality, there are chunks of it that I have created. Do you really think that I just sat in darkness before creating the Heavens, and the Earth, and even Hades?" God smiled lightly, and sat upon his throne.


"Take care of Man that is in Paradise, create more of yourself, make Brothers and Sisters, so that you may rule over them as I have done." He turned His head, and looked down at Castael.


"Rise." He said.
And so Castael rose without hesitation.

"And Castael, my beloved Warrior like Michael. You will rule next to Mikalo, and you will lead your Brothers, Sisters, Sons, and Daughters into battle if they shall fight."
Castael smiled warmly, and bowed. "Thank you, Allah." He says, and gets back down onto his right knee with his head bowing down.


"And so the Lord, hath SPOKEN!" Allah raised his hand, and a golden scepter appeared in it. The bottom of it smashed into the ground, holy, brilliant light came through the whole essence of Paradise, every Man and Angel could see it. When Mikalo and Castael could see again after being blinded from the Holy Light,

God was gone.
Where the throne was, a cross was found hovering an inch above the soil that was filled with ungrown vegetation. From the centre of the cross, black robes with a red sash across it came to be seen by Mikalo's eyes. It was a gift, from He. Mikalo's hand moved onto the sash and the robe, and instantly he felt it.

The Son had a robe, which was white, and could not be smiten with dirt. And He had a Blue sash across his proud chest and sturn spinal cord, the color representing Man. And here The King of The Seraphim had black robes, and a red sash with Enochian sigils and wording across it; the word across it painted in gold, saying, 'Wrath'.

The robes were instaly snatched, and put away with the Eyes of Omnipotence, Ira The Wrathful, Death, Pestilence, War, and Famine.

Darkness filled the land, a Silhouette of a winged figure had come to be seee on the shining holy light that splattered against the one wall in the area; in his right hand was a great blade outlined in Holy flames. And it was Who Is Like God?, the memory of the Second Son.

"Brother, King of The Seraphim, now the Host of Heaven, why has thou smitten me?! I have done wrong, I have sinned. Please, forgive me brother."

The King of The Seraphim stood tall with a golden blade in his hand, in front of an empty throne with four horses next to it, two on each side.

"Why should I forgive thou, who hast made me drive my family from Above?! You are Wrathful, and strictly He told you not to! You disobey Father, you thought that you would be the new Father! You are wrong! Leave my presence, and once more be but a memory of a dead Brother."

He flicked his hand, and Who Is Like God? dispersed into naught.

The Angel turned his body, and saw that the Four that will ride into the lands in the end, stood in front of him. Three horsemen, War, Famine, Pestilence, were on their knees with their horses onto their front legs. But Death stood high and tall with no fear of the Angel.

Death wore a black coat about his body, his eyes were colored black, with only bits of white around it. If thou shall look into the eyes of The Horseman, then thee shall see everything but thee wishes to. Death had his blade above his head, and he protested loudly:
"Where is the one that commands us?!" He says, with anger in his voice. "Where is the one that shall lead into battle when the prophecy of Revelation shall be fullfilled? My three brothers are lost without Him!"

Mikalo let his hand arise to do nothing but explain; but The Horseman continued:
"Where art thou whos name shall be Hollowed?! What has thee done?" Death sliced his sword diagnolly downward from the left, cutting right and descending as swift as a quick death, his head moved high, his chin poked out.

"Death is so arrogant; you, realise, that He is gone. I thought one such as you would sense the presence of your Creator dispersing. You and your Horsemen shall still help with the Prophecy. Now, begone."
Death's cold, milky eyes moved upward, and came onto the Angel's fully golden ones.

"Then lead us into battle like Michael does with Men. Accept as your warriors." Death's right hand came onto his blade, and stabbed it into the ground and kneeled onto his right knee.

"Let us become one with you, like the Trinity."

Mikalo drew his blade, Ira, and pointed it at the Horsemen. "Yes."
Four horses came into the blade and it shined greatly; brilliant light, white, red, black, and green, came through the dark area. The Horsemen were completely sealed with such ease.

The shaking hand of Mikalo's vessel came to twitch, and then be at ease.
The darkness around Mikalo's form came to disperse out of existence completely within a single thought. Ira was sheathed, and his hands arose outwards in slow movement.

O Lord God, thou has forgotten,
Ye have left us with paradise, that is but dust,
I am the like You in this Plane of existence,
But ye shall always be above me,
For thine is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory, Forever and Ever,
Doth thou hast me create anew, erase what the Keter has created?
I urge you to answer me, O LORD!

Mikalo cut his right hand with his holy blade, and he bled from his Holy Essence. Golden light came from his cut, and spilled onto the ground. With his bleeding hand, he wrote Enochian wording upon the grounds of Earth:
Veh(C) Med Tal Graph, Ur Med Don Gal Ged(G) Med Gal!
( Come, Lord God! )

A blinding bright light, even for the King of The Seraphim came across the Earth, and a giant figure sat on a golden throne.

He had golden brilliant eyes, and many Seraphim from another Plane of Existance circled him, singing many hymns. His feet were not dirty, but cleanly washed and like bronze, and he was dressed in a golden robe.

Next to him was a white dove with all white eyes that see Everything, and its wings spread left and right.
On the other side of the dove, was a 'young man' dressed in a white robe with a blue sash over his body, he had a nice groomed brown beard and hair that was long onto his back.
"You," The giant said

"Have called Us." The other seated one said.

"We are the Trinity." They all spoke calm, but strictly.

"You have answered my Enochian spoken prayers, Father." Mikalo said, being on his right knee, but facing all three of them.

"We have answered, but this one of the last times. We will only come when you truly need us, Son." God says with a soothing voice, The Son of Man nodded in agreement. Mikalo looked at all three of them with a confused look, his wings fluttered and black and white feathers fell.

"You have the Omnipotent Eyes, but still can not see." God says.

"It makes since, because We are still Above All." The Son of Man says.

"Yes." Father says, smiling lightly.

"Mikalo." God continued. "Why can you not see, why do you not remember what I have said to you? Take care of this plane. Fix the Earth, fix the Heavens in your own Image! Replace me in this Plane of Existence."