Prologue

Into the darkness

Close your eyes to the day.

Close your heart to the light.

Surrender yourself to the hate.

Don't listen to their cries.

Leave your pure heart and soul behind.

I'll give you a name full of power.

Into the darkness you shall go.

Surrender...

To the...

DARK

"Michael-sama! Michael-sama! Hurry! It is time! Come!" yelled an angel. Michael nodded and made haste to where the young angel was to be born. As he flew onward, the other angels in his way moved quickly to clear the path. The bright, warm clouds moved fast around him.

Michael made it just in time to help with the birth of the chosen angel. Some of his calming powers helped ease the mother's pain. None of the lower angels knew of the newborn's importance to the future of Heaven. Not even Michael. Long before the child's making Michael was ordered to protect the child from birth. It never crossed Michael's mind to ask why.

The mother labored in the birth. Pain was one of the few things she was feeling. Most of all, she felt joy. She knew, even before the birthing was through, that her child was going to be very important. ((Childbirth, how it happens and such it kind of self explanatory. I do not wish to go into the whole explaining of it. It just hurts. A lot.)) Some time had passed before the child was pronounced a boy. A baby angel with white wings. With amethyst eyes and dark purple hair.

The newborn's dark beauty surprised most of the angels in the room. Never, in the history of heaven, had an angel been born that had a dark color of hair. Much less purple! The angels in the room stared in awe at the child. They held the baby away from the mother to begin gingerly cleaning him. Michael stepped close to help with the cleaning. His hand touched the baby's hand and from that moment, he truly knew that he had to teach the child.

The boy's cries rang out in the white room. The mother fell in love immediately. She called for the child to be brought to her. The healer angels obeyed, but not before cleaning the child of the mess. The baby boy was gently placed into his mother's loving arms. He was rocked silently back and forth. The new mother was the first to brake the silence. "There was never a finer baby."