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At the beginning

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When the first archangel was born, it was named Michael.

Michael was perfection itself, something achieved after eons on a cycle of constant creation and destruction between God and The Darkness. As humans someday will call it, a process of trial and error—though God didn't feel that the part in which his sister waltz in and destroys everything was really that necessary.

The Darkness thought the name was somehow funny.

"Who is like God?"

It sounded like something only her brother would come up with by being too full of himself. Most certainly feeling proud of what he can do, of what his powers were developing into. And while he talked non-stop about the ingredients he used, she watched curiously at her brother's new toy.

Said archangel hold the stare with a curious one of its own. It was light, somewhat similar to her brother's, but different at the same time. There was also an intelligence she didn't think she has ever seeing in any of his previous creations before.

"What did you say it was made up with again?"

God sighed at the question, he had been explaining it for the past few minutes, nevertheless he gave a simplified answer, "I used my energy and mixed it with some of the components that make up the oceans and skies… well, more like what made them up because they don't exist anymore, so I had to start from scratch." God send The Darkness a not too pleased glance before looking back at the little ball of warm that given the time would take a shape of his liking, "I call it grace. It is different from mine, unique in its own accord. Isn't it right, Michael?"

The child blinked owlishly at finally being addressed. God watched it with a expectant look, waiting for something his sister could not understand until a new voice was heard in the otherwise quiet nothingness that surrounded them.

"Yes."

God grinned, "Call me father."

"Yes, father." It answered again in fluent enochian, and while God celebrated his success, The Darkness drop out of her stupor and finally registered the meaning of the exchanged words.

"Father? Brother, seriously? Are you taking it as your son, as in the product of that dirty intercourse activity that these other slimy creations of yours exercised?"

God's eyes widened at his sister's accusation, "No! Well, yes but- I mean, you know that it's something I made up so my creations can populate their worlds —and then you destroyed them—, but Michael wasn't made that way, I simply used a bit of my grace and that practically makes me its father." He ended saying with a smile on his face.

The Darkness wasn't sure about what this new development meant. At the beginning it was just The Light and The Darkness. When her brother created something he spend a great amount of time with it, leaving her to the nothingness while he was at the company of those who revered him. That was certainly why she continue to destroy everything he creates. This wouldn't be any different.

"What is intercourse?"

The Darkness stopped God before he could begin a very detailed explanation about the mechanics of intercourse, more for her own sake than the one of the curious first archangel.

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Hello, I am new in the fandom. This is actually also the first story I had written in english. English assignments I had done but a story is a big no so I really want some opinion of how good or bad is my writing x'D.

I am planing on doing small chapters and there isn't any specific timeline so I am coming up with this on the run.