Romans & histoires The First Descendant Divine Punishment Blueprint

“I too have a mate, he used to be incredible and would create the most beautiful things. But as time passed by his ambition grew to the point where nothing he created was good enough in his eyes; I watched him create all of you, and when you were not what he expected you to be he cast you aside like broken toys forgotten. But what he forgot was that he too was created. The universe requires a balance for everything so when he created his perfect humans he never foresaw that they would be a meal for a previous creation he left discarded. I grew tired of his need for perfection, so I left, I took you all out of purgatory, not to wreak havoc but to live freely as intended. You must realize that

I looked at my parents and said, “The Who? Who are the first seven?” My Mother spoke up first, “your Father and I will divide you Jassmyine into three separate but all equally powerful parts. You will be one-third Angel to keep the divine goodness of your Father and I. Then one third fallen, whether they be of the angels who fell with Lucifer or one of Lilith's children of the night. So that you may know what great evil is and to feel the sins they willing give into. And finally the last third is human, so you may know empathy to feel, with a heart to be fragile. Just remember because of the free will a human soul possesses you can go either way you could be a force for good or a force contr

I lightly shook my head in disbelief and Michael’s nostrils flared, his hot breath fanning over my bare shoulder as he spat through gritted teeth, “Father will punish you for this.” “No, he will not. Not after all you’ve done. All six of you, you have already broken so many rules that I lost count! First, you conceived a child with a human! A bloody human! And then she grew up to bewitch all of you! She made you all fall for her! And as if it wasn’t enough already, she even made Azrael give his precious grace away then created an immortal! Don’t you think she had done enough already?”

"I cannot accept it! My daughters are my legacy, my hope! If I lose my position and my powers, what will be left for me?" The Elder sighs and approaches the goddess Moon, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I understand your pain and your fear, but you must face the consequences of your actions. Your punishment will be to lose your divine powers and live in the underworld alongside your husband and daughters. There you will have the opportunity to rebuild your life and find a new purpose." With a gesture of his hand, the Major Divine Archon unleashes a white light that envelops the goddess Moon. Her divine powers slowly fade away, leaving her vulnerable and human.

said the eldest of the Oracles. “And a drop of her blood. To bring forth the trait she tries to hide.” Kan narrowed his eyes, confused. “What were those Three Blessings that were turned into the Fallen?” “You are a descendant of gods. We don’t need to be precise for you to understand. You know the price of a direct revelation would be our youth,” one of them murmured. “Three Blessings turned into the Fallen? What does that mean... rejected? Exiled?” he pressed, still not understanding. But no immediate answer came.

⸻ THE FIRST DECREE When I rose from the throne, the entire realm shifted. Flames bent toward me. Shadows followed my steps like loyal soldiers. Malik moved beside me—my equal, my partner, my shadow. A ripple of whispers moved across the cavern as demons, spirits, and ancient beings gathered. They knelt—hundreds of them—until the cavern floor disappeared beneath bodies bowed in submission. I lifted my hand. Silence fell so thick it felt like the world stopped breathing. “My first decree,” I said, voice echoing. “No mortal soul shall be taken without cause. No child shall be claimed. No innocent dragged below.”

“He has always been part of this world. Just like your kind.” Noah shakes his head. “The first of his kind was preserved in ice. Where I lived.” The Crone cackles, her long white hair blowing in a wind I can't feel, and the mother takes her place. It’s making my head spin. “That is what you think, but no… that was one of Bricius’s children.” Oh fuck. It’s as if someone punched the air from my guts. The Crone, not The Daughter, steps forward. “A father will always return for his firstborn. Such is their nature.”

A presence older than anything we’ve encountered, older than Original Death, older than cosmic law itself. “I am the First Keeper,” it announces with a voice that predates reality. “The original consciousness who maintained existence before death was created. I’ve been watching this crisis develop. And I’m here to inform you that hereditary eternal Keeper violates the First Laws.” “What First Laws?” the Finality asks with what might be concerned. “The laws that existed before reality,” the First Keeper explains. “When I maintained existence alone. Those laws state that cosmic duty cannot be inherited, cannot be forced through bloodline, cannot trap the innocent. Mabel’s hereditary binding vi

"Oi, this better not get me hunted down! That was ok for two lifetimes not a third." Reap System: Your Sect is a Non-Discrimination Sect. You will be fine. Also, your false mother has Devil blood in her. This works in your favor. Your false father had an unknown genetic strain as well. The new behavior can be blamed on the Bloodline awakening. So... praise me, partner .. praise me.

So in her conclusion, she just feels the world is just too low-levelled. Mainly, the levels are divided into low-level, amateur level, advanced-level, intermediate level, high-level, god-level and the legendary S Level mission. But all of these levels are also divided in 5 classes, the least being the F class, then E class, D class, C class, B class and the A class. The levels are completely different from each other, sometimes because of the difficulty of the task, or maybe the environment or the targets of the mission are all big bosses.