Now he had decided to create another angel—his second—but this one had to be special.He turned to Seraphiel, who still stood there, pure and bright like a star.
His gaze lingered on her wings of pure energy as he contemplated the true nature of an Angel.
Angels were inherently holy creatures, but what if the opposite existed?
Suddenly, a bold idea struck Ventair—one that could completely redefine the composition of his angelic army.
He had heard legends of fallen angels in earthly mythology—betrayers of the light, tainted by sin and darkness.
But in Ventair's eyes, the concept of "falling" didn't necessarily imply betrayal. It could be a transformation, a "reform" made to serve a greater purpose.
"Fallen angels," Ventair murmured, a faint smile curling his lips.
"I will create them, but not like those in religions."
"Not traitors—but those willing to do what light-angel cannot, or dare not do."
For Ventair, he would create them with a different kind of "fall"—not because they betrayed or were corrupted by external sin, but because they needed to embody greater cruelty, greater ruthlessness, to fight his enemies, for him, for their Lord, without mercy against any foe.
They would remain absolutely loyal, fanatically devoted, and eternally loving toward Ventair.
They would be the sharpest sword, the keenest spear—the guardians who would never hesitate to face darkness.
He also decided: the first fallen angel he would create would be a twin sister, a perfect opposite to Seraphiel.
Like the relationship of number one and number two.
A balanced opposition of darkness and light.
He closed his eyes, concentrated all his will and remaining energy, picturing every feature, every detail of the new creation. In his mind, her image emerged—powerful and mysterious.
As Ventair visualized her, the image became vivid and alive—an ominous masterpiece.
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Name: Abyzaria
Race: Angel
Branch: Fall/Dark Angel
Appearance:
– Height: 175 cm;
Weight: 65 kg.
– Her hair is smoky gray-silver, straight and knee‑length, heavier-looking than Seraphiel's soft locks. Each strand curls slightly at the ends like dark smoke blown by the wind, creating an indescribable mystery.
– Her eyes are hauntingly contrasting: one is sacred-blood red, ablaze with fanatic fire; the other pitch-black with deep violet depths.
– She wears a form‑fitting armor of black‑gray dragon scales, streaked with dried‑blood red highlights. Ancient sacred runes glow faintly across the armor, lending her a seductive mystique. Notably, an inverted six‑pointed star is etched upon her chest—a powerful symbol of inverted justice.
Personality:
-Stern, proud, cold.
-Unwavering loyalty.
-Ruthless and logical.
-Fanatically devout.
-High self‑esteem.
-Deeply devoted to Ventair.
Weapon:
A 120 cm black-bladed sword.
Signature Abilities:
Bloodfire Devotion
Inverted Sanctum
Apostate Ascension
Relationship to Seraphiel:
She is Seraphiel's twin sister.
Abyzaria loves as a loyal warrior—protects without hesitation, even if he rejects or fails to understand her sacrifice.
Seraphiel would die for Ventair. Abyzaria would kill the entire world to give him one more second of life.
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After meticulously visualizing Abyzaria in every detail, Ventair displayed her profile. He reached out, palm toward empty space, focused his will and transmitted energy into the void.
A powerful energy stream burst from his palm, but this time it was not the pure white light used to create Seraphiel.
Instead, it was a dark, sinister, malevolent energy, swirling into a small vortex in the spiritual realm.
A chill, oppressive aura radiated outward.
Immediately, Seraphiel, standing beside Ventair, narrowed her heterochromatic eyes.
She sensed the wicked energy's anomaly. With astonishing speed, she leapt forward, positioning herself before Ventair.
Her energy wings flared wide as a protective shield.
Her body erupted in light, ready to confront any threat—even from her own Creator. Determination and vigilance marked her face.
Seeing her fierce reaction, Ventair gave a slight smile. He gently rested his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her."It's okay, Seraphiel," he said.
"You should welcome a new Angel—or rather, your twin sister."
Seraphiel froze with shock. Her two-colored eyes widened, astonishment overwhelming her.
She hadn't grasped what was happening.
"Twin… sister?" she whispered, suspicion still in her gaze toward the swirling darkness.
At that moment, the dark vortex began to condense, forming a massive black cocoon striped with dark red veins like pulsing blood, encasing a creature within.
The cocoon trembled violently, small cracks appearing along its surface. Red and purple light escaped through the fissures, accompanied by a cold yet authoritative aura.
A scent of devastation—of battles and sacrifice—seeped into the air.
A loud "crack" echoed as the black shell shattered, and a pale, slender hand with razor-black nails reached out.
Immediately, a regal figure stepped out from the fractured cocoon.
She was an Angel. Perilously beautiful—an antithesis to Seraphiel's purity, yet bearing undeniable resemblance—the subtle bond of twin sisters.
Her smoky silver-white hair cascaded to her knees, strands drifting like misty smoke.
Her eyes struck an impressive contrast: one red as sacred blood, the other pitch-black with deep violet authority—radiating absolute ruthlessness and power.
Her enormous obsidian dark energy wings unfurled, casting vast shadows across the surroundings.
Her form-fitting armor, with black-gray dragon scales accented by dried-blood red, emphasized both strength and grace.
On her chest, the inverted six-pointed star glowed softly.
The surrounding space seemed altered by her presence. The spiritual light dimmed, replaced by a bleak, chilling atmosphere laden with pressure—as if a shard of deep night had been pressed into this realm.
Yet the energy emanating from her carried no hostility or chaos; instead, it exuded silent majesty—a completely controlled dominion.
The newly born Angel showed no hesitation or confusion.
With a decisive, respectful gesture, she knelt before Ventair, her heterochromatic eyes locked on him with fervent devotion—while Seraphiel remained speechless, stunned beside her.
"First Fallen Angel, I greet the Supreme Lord Ventair Kirizato,"her voice resonated—deep, warm, yet commanding like a dark anthem.
"I am Abyzaria. I thank you for creating me."
"I dedicate my entire soul, my power, and my will to You.All Your enemies shall face brutal interrogation, without mercy, my Lord.Your will is absolute."
Abyzaria's vow reverberated through the air, bearing immense weight—an affirmation of her unyielding devotion.
He knew that with Abyzaria, his angelic legion would wield an unmatched weapon—an emblem of merciless, immortal power.
After hearing her resolute, fervent oath, Ventair nodded in approval. A trace of satisfaction graced his lips.
He gestured gently for her to rise.
"Stand," he said in a warm voice—tenderness perceptible only to his creations.
"You are my first Fallen Angel, and I accept your vow."
Abyzaria rose with graceful, silent movements. She stood tall, her red-and-black eyes fixed on Ventair, radiating absolute reverence yet maintaining the cold, proud bearing of a warrior.
Once she stood fully, Ventair once more appraised her from head to toe, his eyes filled with admiration.
Indeed, she was Seraphiel's twin—sharing her heterochromatic eyes, sharing her hair.Abyzaria's beauty was a seamless blend of danger and allure; she embodied a bloodthirsty darkness yet was mesmerizing rather than terrifying.
He felt a deep pride in having created such an extraordinary being.
Ventair then turned to Seraphiel, who still stood with wide, curious eyes. He smiled gently.
"Seraphiel, this is Abyzaria, my first Fallen Angel. She is your twin sister, and will be a crucial pillar in our angelic legion.You two should get to know each other."
Seraphiel looked at Abyzaria. Composed, her initial surprise transformed into a pure, gentle smile.
She tilted her head, her azure and golden eyes warm.
Though they were opposites, both creations of Ventair, both absolutely loyal—so there would be no conflict.
"Hello, Abyzaria,"
Seraphiel's voice was as clear as a wind chime. She extended her pale hand in friendship.
"I am Seraphiel, the first Angel of Light—and your twin sister. I'm very glad to welcome you, sister."
"You can just call me Seraphiel."
Abyzaria looked at Seraphiel's outstretched hand, then met her gaze.
She gently reached out and took Seraphiel's hand—not too tight, not too loose.
"Hello, Seraphiel," Abyzaria replied in a calm, warm voice despite its chill edge,
"I am Abyzaria. It is an honor to meet you. From now on, we will serve our Lord together."
In that moment, as the two Angels held hands, Ventair watched them, his heart swelled with admiration.
Seraphiel's holy, gentle radiance beside Abyzaria's cold, powerful presence created an astonishingly perfect contrast.
The two complemented each other beautifully: light and darkness, compassion and ruthlessness, tenderness and unwavering resolve.
They would balance each other well, he thought with deep satisfaction.
Seraphiel would be their source of hope and guidance, while Abyzaria would be the ultimate weapon, relentlessly crushing every enemy.
With these two Angels by his side, he believed his grand angelic order would become invincible.