true source of power. The fact that they had given such a large portion away was clearly evident in the current battle.

"Is this truly the power of Heaven? Your strength is nothing compared to what Heaven once was. Nothing compared to the Heaven that Father had founded," a Fallen Angel spoke in contempt.

Neither Michael or Gabriel spoke a word, for they had no words to say to refute. The Heaven created by the Father was the Heaven Michael and Gabriel sought to preserve. How could a crumbling Kingdom ever compare to the glory it once was?

Michael frowned as the Fallen Angel continued speaking while attacking.

"You thought that the both of you were Heaven's finest, the most powerful of the remaining Seraphim? Well what can you two do now?" The Fallen Angel struck forward, a sphere of light forming in his palms. "What can you two do alone?!"

"Not alone."

A deep voice spoke, one that was solemn before an object disintegrated the Fallen that had been speaking.

At that moment, all shifted their attention towards that streak of light, even Azazel who still had the Downfall Dragon Spear in his hands.

It was a falling comet, something that was moving so fast that none could see it clearly until it cratered the ground and shook the very foundations of Kuoh Academy.

A gleaming metal shaft, a spiked ball connected at the tip.

The glory that once existed beyond the horizon.

The dreams and ambitions carried by man followed by the gentle eve of the coming dawn.

It was something that was so simple in make yet it exuded an aura that spoke of the ancient times where swords and shields represented the highest of honours and arms.

It was a Morningstar.

It lay still, buried in the ground yet releasing fluctuations of Heavenly might into the surroundings in the form of arching tendrils.

"You do not have the right to touch them," the voice continued. "Your filthy hands not fit to even wash their feet."

Michael and Gabriel stiffened, expressions shocked, Azazel even more so.

For the one who spoke was a man Azazel knew very well.

Kokabiel, The Morning Star of Heaven.

Behind his back, a legion of Fallen Angels that consisted of Kokabiel's loyal followers.

"I fight today not in the name of the Grigori,"

Kokabiel removed his robes, revealing the pale white armour he had once worn as a leader of Heaven's armies. One he had not touched from the day he had first Fallen but had now taken up again. He the vanguard of Heaven that had led the way for the armies of Angels at his back.

"And not for the sake of honour or ambition."

A hand opened, and the Morningstar cratered in the ground returned to Kokabiel's hands, a streak of light that illuminated the sky.

"I am the Angel that fell from the fifth Heaven, a sinner."

Determination swelled in Kokabiel's eyes, one born from conviction.

"Someone already beyond redemption, and yet had still been looked upon with acceptance."

Kokabiel's eyes closed, and from his figure, a light never before seen began to exude.

The wings of an Angel were representative of their power.

Twelve stronger than ten, ten stronger than eight.

And at this moment, they began appearing one by one.

Two.

Four.

Six.

"Today I fight not for the Fallen or the Devils that call this land their own,"

Kokabiel opened his eyes, a radiant light bursting forth from within as he found the answer he had been missing ever since the time of the Great War.

Eight.

Ten.

His sense of purpose, what he needed to do; shown through the compassion of the God he revered standing amongst them. Watching over his sons and daughters.

"Today I fight in the name of the Father!"

Twelve.

Twelve wings unfurled and released a boundless Heavenly Aura.

Pinioned feathers of black and white stretching outwards. Ten dark as the night, and two the colour of ivory.

At that moment, Azazel, Michael, and Gabriel understood what had been reached.

That which hadn't been attained by another in the past hundreds of years.

The realm of the Seraphim.

The Protectors of God's Throne.