I will explain Mc personality shift and other things later. Maybe some flashbacks of some interesting things
Here goes Timeskip kun
*****
500 AD
Kokabiel POV
Time really flies, huh?
I never thought I would live for over 3000 years in this weird perverted world as an angel. Almost feels like yesterday when I spoke to Yahweh and awakened my powers.
But it also feels like forever.
The first few years were the hardest.
Every night, actual night on Earth—I'd look down and think how .
They were gone, of course. Three thousand years gone. Or maybe Yet to be born? Maybe they won't even exist here.
Dawn would have lived maybe eighty years if she was lucky. She'd be dust now. Bones in a grave I'd never seen. Mom and Dad too.
Did Dawn grow up okay? Did she have kids? Did she find someone who made her happy?
I'd never know.
The stars showed me everything except the one thing I wanted to see.
Yahweh gathered everyone about a week after my awakening to explain the black wings situation.
The throne room was packed. Every angel in Heaven. All staring at me.
I stood next to Yahweh's throne, trying not to look at their faces. Some were curious. Others were hostile.
"He had pure wings before right?"
"He's like Azrael, but he was born with the black wings."
"He has wings that turned into darkness from the light," an angel I didn't know said loudly. "Like the first fallen. Like Lucifer before—"
"Enough." Yahweh didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
The angel shut up immediately.
"Kokabiel's wings are black because they represent the night," Yahweh explained. "And what appears in the night?"
Silence.
"Stars," a young angel said quietly.
"Correct." Yahweh gestured at me. "Look closely."
I spread my wings. The angels leaned forward. I felt like I was in a zoo, except I'm not on the fun side.
My wings weren't solid black. Tiny points of light dotted them. Hundreds of stars, flickering gently against the darkness.
"The night is not evil," Yahweh said. "It is when stars shine brightest. When lost travelers find their way home. When the weary find rest."
He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Kokabiel will be your guide. The Guiding Light of Heaven. He will watch over Heaven and Earth both. He will lead the Guardian Angels."
The room erupted in chatters.
"A newborn?!"
"He just arrived!"
"This is an insult to those who've served for eons!"
Michael stepped forward. His voice cut through the noise like a blade. "Father has spoken. That is the end of it."
The room fell silent again.
Michael turned to me and smiled. It was genuine. Warm. "Welcome, Brother. I look forward to seeing your light."
Gabriel practically tackled me with a hug. "I knew you were special brother!"
Raphael handed me a scroll with a smile. "Medical techniques. In case you need them."
Azrael just smiled and nodded. A quiet acknowledgment from one black-winged angel to another.
But I could still feel the stares. The resentment. The suspicion.
Not like I cared. Those who looked at me with negative feelings will probably join the fallen angels in future. Not my problem.
But with great power comes great headaches.
The omniscience thing was worse than I expected.
At first, I thought it was cool. I could see anywhere the starlight touched. Hear anything under the night sky.
Then I actually used it.
I saw a man beat his wife to death in Egypt. Watched him bury her in the desert and leave like nothing happened.
I saw children being sold in Babylon. Saw what the buyers did to them.
I saw soldiers rape and murder their way through a village. Saw them laugh while they did it.
I saw everything.
Every sin. Every crime. Every moment of cruelty humanity was capable of.
And I couldn't do anything about it. My job was to watch. To record. To report.
Not to interfere.
I asked Yahweh about it once. "Why do you let them do these things?"
"Free will," he said simply.
"Free will to be monsters?"
"Free will to choose. Some choose badly."
"Then what's the point of watching if we don't stop them?"
Yahweh looked at me with those infinitely sad eyes. "Because someone needs to remember. Someone needs to bear witness. Even if it hurts."
*****
He tried to explain the so called great plan one day. I think it was around 1000 bce.
" Look there Kokabiel, see that young man who is soaked in blood?"
I nodded. Of course I saw everything.
"He was beaten by his father as a child, his mother left him. His uncle stole his inheritance. Then the robbers who tried to rob him saw his pitiful state and took him in.
The very same people who killed and looted many caravans. If you killed those bandits before, there would be nobody to save him."
I scoffed. " So saving a single life makes it even?"
Yahweh didn't get angry. " Now watch closely my child. See how the boy is grateful to them, yet hated their way of living? How he is trying to make them change their way, and trying to understand why they chose this life. "
I sighed. " Yes, I can see. But what of it? Even if he changed them, there are countless others."
He smiled patiently . " Then watch and bear witness. "
I did.
The boy tried his best to change their ways, and slowly, they did. They still robbed people but only rich folk. They even shared some spoils with starving villagers.
I smiled. " Atleast something good came of it."
Yahweh sighed. "Watch."
Then it went to hell. The local ruler or noble got complaints and sent soldiers. Whoever didn't tell them about the bandits, their homes were razed , their families were killed.
Yet none of them spoke up. The bandits, possessed by some miracle, charged at the soldiers to save them. Even though they were outnumbered, they fought against the odds.
But life isn't about happy endings. They all died. And the soldiers burned the whole village down. Nobody survived. Except one.
I saw the boy watching it all, tears falling from his eyes. Maybe this will break him. Maybe he will burn them all in retaliation.
Then I saw him stand up and raise a banner of rebellion against the corrupt ruler, gathering people to his cause. He fought, bled, killed many. But he didn't lose himself to hatred.
He showed compassion where needed, used restraint even when he didn't need to. And soon, people were calling him a liberator, a hero.
And this time, he did win. He captured and executed the corrupt rulers and nobles. He helped his broken nation recover and finally built something great.
But what grabbed my attention is his attempts to find out why the criminals did it, and solve the root cause. Something's rarely seen in a ruler.
Yahweh smiled. " If he didn't go through the trials, if he lived a normal life, he wouldn't have become a great ruler, and his nation might have just perished."
I sighed. " I get your point. But how do you know if things turn out good or bad ? "
He just patted my shoulder. " Not knowing is the beauty of life. If everyone knew what might happen and just tried to choose a good outcome for them, what would happen?"
I looked down. " Anarchy. Because if all desires come true, it also means evil ones will. But this gives me no comfort."
He walked away while speaking. " It's supposed to hurt. Only after hardship someone can appreciate the success. Without darkness, there can't be light.
That's why there's Heaven and Hell . For those who chose either path. Just accept the pain, like I did."
It did hurt. Every night. Every vision.
But I kept watching.
*****
The Tower of Babel was almost funny.
I'd been an angel for about fifty years when it happened. Still getting used to the whole immortality thing.
I was watching Mesopotamia when I noticed people gathering. Thousands of them. All working on this... structure.
It was a ziggurat. Mud bricks and dried dung stacked about sixty feet high.
That was it. Sixty feet.
But they were so proud. Dancing around it. Chanting. Calling for the gods to notice them.
"Look at us! We've reached the heavens!"
They really thought they'd done something impossible.
The structure collapsed after a day. Basic structural failure. You can't build something stable with shit. Literally.
But they thought it was divine punishment. "The gods are angry! We've been struck down!"
I watched them scatter. Watched the structure crumble.
And I couldn't help but think: Is this what my life is now? To watch idiots build towers out of crap?
But then I saw a child in the crowd. A little girl, maybe eight years old. She was crying because her father had been injured in the collapse.
Another man, a stranger, stopped to help. Bandaged the father's wounds. Gave them food.
"Why?" the father asked.
"Because you needed help," the stranger said.
Such a small moment. But it reminded me why I'd accepted this burden.
Humanity wasn't just monsters. They were also this. Small kindnesses. Quiet compassion.
I had to remember that. Had to hold onto it.
*****
Sodom and Gomorrah broke something in me.
I'd been watching those cities for years. Yahweh had asked me to keep an eye on them.
At first, it was just typical human sin. Theft. Violence. Adultery.
Then it got worse.
They started hurting children. Not just neglecting them. Actively torturing them for entertainment. Not to mention debauchery, no moral, desecration of dead. They kept inventing ways daily to get their reckoning.
I reported it to Yahweh. "It's getting bad."
"I know."
"Are we going to do something?"
"Soon."
But it kept getting worse. I watched a man sell his own daughter. Watched what the buyer did to her.
I wanted to reach down and destroy them all. Every single one. But he held me back. I would have just done it if it was before. But I saw an entire nation get destroyed because of my so called righteous fury.
And I was shown what went wrong. They were supposed to starve and eventually abandon their nation, migrating to other places.
But I gave them food and water. I protected them from wild animals. They eventually became a proper nation. Even with iron tools and weapons.
But human greed never ends. They were no longer content with what they had. They wanted more.
And they attacked others to obtain it.
I still remember the day when I saw the very people I saved turn into monsters. Killing others for petty things like gold.
I ended them with regrets and shame. I could remember how they begged for mercy, cursing me, even blaming me for all their wrongs.
I just left in silence.
Yahweh didn't rebuke me, although some angels spoke how I defied Divine Will.
I asked him once. " So if there's nothing I can do except watch them, I would rather give up and die. This has no meaning."
Then he revealed to me how the world's fate worked.
It's like an elastic band. No matter how much you stretch it , it returns to the same shape, maybe a little stretched out but overall same.
And if you stretch it too much, it will tear apart.
But every world has a divergence point. It allows the world to change the original fate and adapt. When a key being perishes, the world loses balance, and then anything becomes possible, whether good or bad. It can be salvation or destruction.
Then it suddenly became clear why he was so chill about his death. He wanted to give everyone true free will.
Otherwise how could races that hate each other come together and co exist peacefully in canon time!
That's why so many things that would break world's law were possible in future , even manifestation of the so called 'nipple god' from ExE universe.
So I decided to stop watching too much and just focus on getting stronger. I would not get attached anymore.
Just be the outsider I truly am.
One day, Yahweh called me. "It's time."
"About damn time."
"There's one good family left. Lut and his family. Angels will guide them out. Once they're safe, destroy the cities. Completely."
I waited. Watched the angels lead Lut away. His wife looked back despite the warnings.
She turned to salt. Instantly.
I didn't understand why. Later, Michael explained: "She loved those cities more than her own family. She wanted to go back."
Some people can't be saved.
When Lot was finally safe, I reached up. Found a small meteor. Pulled it down.
The cities burned. The heat was so intense it turned sand to glass. People died instantly. Didn't even have time to scream.
When I returned to Heaven, the angels were cheering.
"Well done, Brother Kokabiel!"
"The sinners have been punished!"
"Glory to Heaven!"
I went to my room and threw up. Angels aren't supposed to be able to vomit. But I did anyway. Golden light instead of bile.
Gabriel found me. She always knew if something bothered me. Just like Dawn. "Brother? Are you alright?"
"I just killed thousands of people."
"They were sinners."
"Some of them were children. Born into that mess. Never had a chance."
Gabriel hugged me. "You did what Father asked. That's all we can do."
But it didn't feel like enough.
****
My Guardian Angels were insane.
I thought "guardian" meant protective. Gentle. Kind.
Nope.
They were battle junkies who loved blowing things up.
One of them, Sariel, came back from a mission grinning.
"Report," I said tiredly.
"Mission successful, lord Kokabiel! Destroyed the demon nest completely!"
"Casualties?"
"Fifty-three demons eliminated!"
"I meant our casualties."
"Oh. None!"
"Good. Collateral damage?"
"Um." Sariel's smile faltered.
"Sariel."
"Three villages."
"You destroyed three villages?!"
"They were mostly empty!"
"Mostly?!"
"Like... seventy percent empty?"
I put my head on the desk. "Paperwork. One month."
"But—"
"Want to make it two?"
"... No sir."
This happened constantly.
My "guardian" angels caused more destruction than the demons they were fighting.
But they meant well. They were just too... enthusiastic.
The paperwork nearly killed me. Which is impressive since I'm immortal.
Reports. Damage assessments. Resource requests. Incident reports.
Mountains of it. Never-ending.
I made my subordinates do most of it. I'm not proud of that.
But then something weird started happening. More and more angels were requesting transfers to my division. Almost all of them female.
I asked Michael about it during a meeting.
He tried not to laugh. "You're a twelve-winged Archangel, Kokabiel. Young. Powerful. And you look... different."
"Different how?"
"The black wings. The violet eyes. The stars." He shrugged. "They find it attractive."
"That's ridiculous."
"Is it? Gabriel follows you everywhere. Penemue barely leaves your side. I've seen others watching you."
"This is a nightmare."
"Welcome to leadership, brother."
We were good bros. I guess my easygoing self influenced him a lot. We would often go and throw holy glitterbombs in hell.
Devils screaming whlile being covered in glitters- now that does put a smile on my face.
****
Penemue was my secretary. Efficient. Organized. Competent.
Also completely insane.
"Lord Kokabiel," she purred, entering my office with reports. "I've finished today's paperwork."
"Thanks. You can go."
"May I stay? I could... help with other things." She smiled and got closer. Was she using perfume?
"I don't need help."
"Everyone needs help, my lord." She moved closer and started massaging my shoulder.
I stood up. Backed away. "Personal space, Penemue."
"Of course. Forgive me. I only wished to help you." She bowed while speaking sadly. The bow showed too much.
Of course, what else to expect from a world based boobs power! Atleast they were nice to.... Go away evil thoughts!
How did she not fall years ago? The way she acted should have triggered Heaven's system.
The lust. The obsession.
Unless...
Unless she was really good at hiding it. At playing the perfect angel while thinking very un-angelic thoughts.
That was terrifying.
That night I was working late, and felt her watching me. I sighed and said. " Look Penemue, You know we are angels. We are not supposed to act like this."
Sge acted innocent. " I only wish to comfort and care for you, lord Kokabiel. Like sister Gabriel. Or am I not allowed to? " She bit her lip coyly.
Yeah, Right. Would have believed that if I didn't catch you sniffing my bed and rolling on it.
But I decided to just ignore her.
*****
The Great Fall happened about twenty years ago, around 480 AD.
I was doing paperwork when Heaven shook. Not physically. Spiritually.
Something was breaking. The bonds between angels and Heaven. Between siblings and Father.
Gabriel burst through my door. Her face was pale. Tears falling from her eyes. "Brother! They're leaving! So many are falling!"
I ran to the window.
Below, angels were falling. Dozens. Hundreds. Their wings turning black as they descended toward Earth.
"Why?" I asked.
Michael appeared beside me. His face was stone. "They chose to leave. They no longer accept Father's system."
"What system?"
"The emotions. The restrictions. The rules." He clenched his fist. "They want to feel everything. Do everything. Be free."
I watched them fall. Recognized some faces.
Azazel. He saw me watching and saluted mockingly before disappearing into the clouds.
Baraqiel. He looked sad. Regretful. But he still fell.
Shemhazai. Dozens of others.
"Can we stop them?" I asked.
"No," Yahweh's voice said behind us. He'd appeared without warning. "They've made their choice."
"You're just letting them go?"
"I gave them free will, Kokabiel. I can't take it back just because they use it in ways I don't like."
Gabriel was crying. "But they're our family!"
"They still are," Yahweh said gently. "Family doesn't end just because you disagree."
But it felt like it did.
I'd talked to Azazel before. A few times. He was smart. Curious. A little too interested in human reproduction.
"Why do humans have so many sexual positions? Which one you prefer Kokabiel? " he asked once, showing me a scroll.
"Azazel, I don't want to discuss sex positions. Nor do I care about your preferences"
"But it's fascinating! They've invented at least forty different—"
"Stop talking about sex dude."
"And the sounds they make! Have you listened?"
"I try not to."
"You should! It's very educational!"
"Azazel."
"Fine, fine. Prude."
He got caught by Gabriel once.
She dropkicked him through three buildings.
"DO NOT CORRUPT MY BROTHER'S INNOCENT MIND!"
"He's over a thousand years old!"
"HE'S STILL INNOCENT!"
I wasn't innocent. I'd seen things through the stars. So many things.
But I let her believe what she wanted.
After the Fall, Gabriel changed.
She became... clingy.
"Brother, where are you going?"
"Just to a meeting."
"I'll come with you."
"It's a private meeting."
"I'll wait outside."
"Gabriel—"
"I'll be quiet!"
She followed me everywhere. Constantly.
Penemue noticed. They started fighting.
"Lord Kokabiel needs rest," Penemue said, blocking Gabriel from my office.
"My brother doesn't need rest! He needs fresh air!"
"He needs to do his duties."
"He needs to not work himself to death!"
"Angels don't die from overwork."
"THEY MIGHT!"
I made the mistake of joking about it once. "Maybe I should just fall. At least then I wouldn't have paperwork."
Gabriel's face went white. Then very, very serious.
She didn't laugh. Didn't smile.
From that day on, she never left me alone.
I found her sleeping under my bed one night.
"Gabriel, what are you doing?"
"Making sure you don't fall while I'm sleeping."
"I'm not going to fall."
"You said it."
"It was a joke."
"Jokes come from real thoughts."
I couldn't argue with that logic.
I stopped sleeping after that. Not that angels needed sleep anyway.
*****
I met Lucifer once. Before the war. During some diplomatic meeting.
He sat across from me. Beautiful. Powerful. Arrogant.
"So you're the new pet project," he said.
"So you're the old failure," I replied bored.
His eyes flashed red. "Careful, little star. Don't think you are untouchable."
"Careful yourself, little devil. Light eradicates darkness."
We stared at each other. Neither backing down.
Finally, Lucifer smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. "I look forward to killing you in the war."
"Not if I end you first."
Michael pulled me away after. "Don't antagonize him."
"He started it."
"You're over a thousand years old, brother. Act like it."
"He's over a million years old and acts like a toddler."
Michael sighed. "You're not wrong."
Lucifer and his Four Satans were planning the war. Everyone knew it. They wanted Heaven. Wanted worship. Wanted everything.
They'd get death instead.
Yahweh told me not to participate.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because you'd win," he said simply. "You'd destroy them all. The devils would cease to exist."
"And?"
"And balance would be broken. Light needs dark. Good needs evil."
"That's stupid."
"Perhaps. But it's how things work. Only after my death... You may act if you wish."
"What if I just walk away? Leave for good?"
He looked a little sad. " That's your free will. But I have faith that you won't do so without informing your siblings."
I wanted to argue. But I couldn't.
He was God. I was just... me.
*****
The worst part wasn't the boredom. Wasn't the paperwork. Wasn't even the loneliness.
It was forgetting.
Mom's face started getting fuzzy around year fifty.
I wrote everything down. Everything I could remember.
Mom had brown hair. No, auburn. She keeps it in a ponytail. She smells like vanilla and coffee.
But when I read it back, I couldn't picture her anymore.
Dad tells jokes. Bad ones. He laughs at his own punchlines. His laugh is loud. Warm.
What did his laugh sound like again?
Dawn has blonde hair. Blue eyes like Dad. She bites when she's mad. Her favorite color is purple.
Did she? I couldn't remember anymore.
By year one hundred, their faces were blurry.
By year five hundred, I couldn't remember their voices.
By year one thousand, even the emotions started fading.
I still felt sad when I read the diary. But it felt distant. Like I was reading about someone else's family. Someone else's life.
Was I sad? Or was I just remembering that I should be sad?
I didn't know anymore.
Gabriel found me one night. I was sitting on the roof of my quarters, staring at the stars.
"Brother?"
"Hey."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm just tired of everything.."
She sat beside me."I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." I patted her head. I think I used do that often . Who was it?
Ah, right. Dawn.
I really don't know how to feel anymore.
I opened the diary that night. Read through the entries.
The handwriting was mine. The memories were mine.
But they felt like someone else's.
Mom makes chocolate chip cookies. She gives me the burnt ones because I like them.
I couldn't remember the taste.
Dad's favorite joke is about the chicken crossing the road.
I couldn't remember the punchline.
Dawn's laugh sounds like bells.
I couldn't remember the sound.
I closed the diary and looked at the stars.
They shined like diamonds.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm forgetting you. I'm trying not to. But I'm forgetting anyway."
The stars didn't answer.
They never did.
But somewhere, far away, on an Earth three thousand years past my death, maybe Dawn's descendants were looking up at these same stars.
Maybe they felt watched over.
Maybe my promise meant something, even if I couldn't remember why I made it.
Maybe that was enough.
It had to be enough.
Because it was all I had left.