The solar brilliance of the High Heavens does not reach the deepest, hidden alcoves of the crystalline spires. Down in the secluded, cold archives beneath the Empyrean courts—far away from the monitoring arrays of the council...the radiant starlight is replaced by sharp, suffocating shadows.Raphael stands with his massive golden green spear resting against his shoulder, his green eyes burning with a volatile, unyielding resentment as he looks down at the silent figure kneeling before him in the dark.

Raphael: Amon is officially DEAD.

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Raphael: But Heaven has gotten completely soft, fracturing the code of our baseline design. They are allowing a mortal with absolute blood on his hands...a wretched anomaly who binds demons into his palms.. to step right into our pristine realm under the pathetic pretense of a false, diplomatic peace.

He takes a heavy step forward, his voice dropping into a demanding, venomous register that echoes off the cold white marble walls. There standing in the shadows was a mop of burgundy hair and horns with a halo on top. 

Raphael: If you want to continue staying hidden in this realm, you will execute your baseline directive. You will stop Lucifer's new crusade and break that mortal's contract at once. Am I completely understood... or do you want to continue being our pathetic, forgotten scapegoat for the rest of eternity...?

The kneeling figure slowly begins to shift, his long-lost presence causing the ambient divine frequency of the archive to violently stutter with a dark, ancient latency.

Raphael: AZAZEL.

The rogue watcher, whose whereabouts had remained a total mystery to Lucifer and the Sins for ten thousand long years, slowly tilts his head upward.

Azazel: "......Lucifer."

A slow, chilling smile forms across the boy's sharp features. It is a look that holds the absolute darkest, un-patched secrets of the First Rebellion—secrets waiting to be violently unraveled across both realms. 

The machine of Heaven is tilting, the Ruler of Hell is ascending the golden stairs, and the old grudges are about to trigger a catastrophic system collapse.

*Meanwhile* 

In the underworld, where all the souls are being judged by the archangel Azrael, he had paused when he felt a sudden shift in the three realms. He never thought one singular human can change the the balance of the future.

For better or worse...

His red eyes stared up.

Azrael:...Looks like everything's about to change. Heaven and Hell won't be the same after this. I can feel it...Can you feel it too...

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"HELLRAISER??"

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TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Thanks For Reading.