The End

We were nearing the chamber when it appeared before us.
The Echo of Traumas Past.

It transformed into my nightmares from my childhood.
The man who killed my family.

But my guardian angel was ready.
Leaping with a fiery sword.

One cut.

It was gone forever.
The Echo no longer bounced in the halls of my mind.

We entered the chamber.
Directly above was the Light.

Sitting on the floor was a man with grey wings.
He looked so happy to see us.

"Brother, you were forgiven long ago, but trapped here and we could not find you," said my angel.
"Thank you for rescuing me from this place," said the man.

Then my angel chanted some words in a language I did not understand.
And the Light came down and entered the man.
His grey wings turned white.

But something was wrong.

The Prize behind him started to glow and emit a terrible noise.
The newly risen angel turned to it and grabbed it.
Claimed it for himself.

It was his power.

He had been trapped here.
Forced to guard his stolen powers.
Unable to reclaim them until now.

Archangel Puriel.
Leader of angelic armies.
He Fell during the war and could not be found until now.

6000 years he waited.
Poor angel.

My angel, Michael, turned to me and said:
"Let us all leave here.
"Will you return to the afterlife with me?
"Will you ascend to an angel?
"Will you be by my side forever?"

I was shocked at this, but simply said:
"I have one more post to make and a few things to arrange.
"But yes."

So goodbye dear followers.
Perhaps when you die we can meet.

I'm off to gain my feathery wings.