Let me tell you of the War in Heaven. Well, more accurately, a War in a Heaven. Beyond the multitudes of Heavens and the even greater multitudes of Wars waged in them, second-rate rags across all of creation have taken to calling any conflict between sufficiently powerful bodies "The War in Heaven". So let me tell you that this truly was a War in Heaven, the only thing I've ever seen that deserved that label, both literally and metaphorically.
This war, and this heaven, were fairly ordinary to begin with. This Heaven was populated by all the divine beings of the world they held domain over, commanding. Initially, the war was between angels and demons, which was a deceptive way to say it was between angels and other angels, which was a deceptive way to say it was between mortals and other mortals fighting on the command of angels. Self styled "Cosmic Forces" always sacrifice the lives of less permanent beings in their conflicts. As the conflict escalated, however, all existence had b. Factions came into being, split, merged, gained and lost ground.
As the war raged on, it drew in beings from all over, champions. Drawn by the This included me, young and bright-eyed. I had not come to fight, however. I was there to report.
In service of that goal, I,
Husks of buildings,
The front lines. The city had been abandoned by gods, angels, demons, government, even death itself. The powers that be, all of them, had made sure to put it as far out of their minds as possible. The only thing that had not deserted it was its citizens.
The closest thing to Heaven I saw during the course of that war was the.
It doesn't exist anymore, of course. The walls still stand, the houses were rebuilt, but its not the city that I visited during the war. it did once, and I think that's worth remembering.
Hey
Hey you.
You look like you might be a bit lost. How did you find yourself here, perchance? No, don’t answer yet, let me guess. You feel a need, a longing within you, something you need to do. Duty perhaps? Honor? No matter. I have something you need; I can feel it in my bones.
Perhaps this locket of revivification? Can bring back anyone, as long as it hasn’t been too long, and they
You see, my friend (can I call you my friend?) this little shop exists in a sort of liminal space, between realms. At profit, of course,
So what can I get you?
Oh. The bathroom? Down the hall to the left. Here’s the key.
Christ. Every time. Should start charging for the privilege.