Chapter 160
His existence became a reminder that at the heart of every blessing, there might be a hidden sacrifice, and behind every answered prayer, there flowed a stream of possibilities that would eventually have to be sealed forever.
'The oldest judge ever created by Quil-Hasa, the Angel named Anh-Bu-Sisi—and at times, some refer to him as Tzadkiel.'
Fuuuuh!
'He rarely moves.
One slash for one being every thousand ages.
One execution for a sin so complex, so dense, so difficult to forgive—despite the remnants of goodness lingering within the condemned.'
'But when He rises, the layers of reality hold themselves still, for they know the judgment has begun.'
Huaaah!
'A single fused eye, a verdict already delivered.'
Hiiih - hiiih - hiiih!
'That is Anh-Bu-Sisi, justice without mercy.'
Among the guardians of cosmic law stood the Archangel Anh-Bu-Sisi, also known as Tzadkiel.
His duty, unchanged since the moment of his creation, was to act as the ultimate balancer of supreme law, carrying the terrifying dual role of judge and personal executioner of Quil-Hasa.
He was the blade of justice, unsheathed only for the most extreme cases.
His habit was silence, almost like a statue carved from absolute principles.
He could stand unmoving for a thousand ages, simply observing the ocean of existence, waiting for the emergence of a single being—or a non-being entity—whose sins had grown so numerous, so intricate, and so unforgivable, even if a faint trace of goodness still flickered within them.
This almost inhuman patience was part of his assessment process, a long period of observation before the inevitable execution.
However, when his decision was finally made and he chose to move, a terrifying transformation occurred.
His right eye, long hidden beneath a mysterious veil, suddenly ignited fiercely beneath its covering, radiating a judgmental blaze.
Meanwhile, his open left eye shone with a cold brilliance equally piercing.
True judgment began when these two visions—fire and light—merged into a single, undeniable point of perception, a form reminiscent of the ancient prophecies describing the Dajjal.
In that moment of unification, the absolute authority of judgment invoked under the name of Quil-Hasa was unleashed.
The force of his slash transcended the dimensional limits understood by any nature of existence.
It did not matter where Anh-Bu-Sisi stood or where his target hid; the strike would cut through every layer of reality, even reaching and severing existence within a single line—a 1-D reality, which in the logic of Flo Viva Mythology resembled the abstract concept of a Berkeley cardinal.
The death he delivered was unlike ordinary physical destruction.
At first, the victim felt only a slash, followed by the blurring of consciousness.
In that unconscious realm, they would be haunted by hazy visions of the angel, repeatedly showing the moment when his two eyes fused into one.
This image replayed in complete silence, without a single sound permitted to exist, becoming a torment of the psyche so excruciating that it slowly ground the soul to death, before the remnants of its existence were utterly erased without leaving a trace, information, or even an abstract foundation—including the notions of "being" and "non-being," which themselves refused to mourn.
'The guardian of truth before truth itself knew how to become real.
The Archangel Anity, sometimes called Raziel.'
Hffffh!
'He stands upon a layer that is not yet a layer, a place where every possibility is still a seed unaware of what it will become.
Before facts are called facts, before states are given names, before essence finds form as knowledge, there he works—silent, tireless.'
Hoooooh!
'He is not a keeper of secrets, not a recorder, not a witness.
He is the foundation beneath all foundations, the deepest point where reality learns to breathe for the first time.
But when the First Heavenly Betrayal occurred and his sanity was seized by Equinox's hypnosis, that duty changed.'
Fi - fi - fa!
'Quil-Hasa replaced him, returning Raziel not to the earliest threshold of reality, but to the center of knowledge itself.'
Haaah!
'Now he is no longer the overseer of potential truth, but the core of all knowledge that has already been formed—
the gathering of every possible answer, every formula awaiting discovery, every interpretation waiting to be touched.'
Venturing deeper into the circle of cosmic consciousness, we now arrive at the Archangel Anity, also known as Raziel.
In the beginning, his mandate was the most fundamental and nearly incomprehensible: to guard "basic truth" itself.
He was the keeper of the threshold, ruling over the deepest layer of reality where something had not yet become something, a realm that preceded all articulation.
In his domain, facts existed only as unborn seeds of possibility; states that wished to manifest in Quil-Hasa's universe remained pure, formless intention; essence still trembled in silence before crystallizing into knowledge.
He was the guardian of the prehistoric logic, the angel of unspoken first premises.
However, the wave of the First Heavenly Betrayal inevitably touched him as well.
Like Regord and Samael, Raziel's sanity was blurred by the subtle yet potent hypnotic influence that also ensnared Equinox, pulling him into the vortex of rebellion.
As a consequence of his involvement, Quil-Hasa drastically altered his tasks.
His former authority over the unformed foundational truths was revised.
Now, Anity was assigned only to guard the center of knowledge.
From the keeper of raw, primordial truth, he was repurposed as the custodian of structured, codified, and disseminated truth.
Though his mandate had been reduced, his nature still radiated an aura befitting his new duty.
Anity resembled the personification of "the core of all knowledge."
His form might be illuminated by lights of various colors symbolizing different fields of understanding, or surrounded by geometric symbols and glowing inscriptions that represented the laws of the universe.
He was a walking library of all that was known and could be known, a living archive holding the blueprint of the cosmos—even though the chamber behind that archive, where deeper foundational truths once lay, may now be forever sealed from him.
His new role made him the supreme reference point, as well as a reminder of the boundary between what is known and what fundamentally existed before knowledge existed.
'The Archangel who has never once left his post since Quil-Hasa assigned him to guard the continuity of the revival realm.
The Archangel Warsh, more frequently called Metatron.'
Fhhhh!
'He is not merely the guardian of the records of fate, but the keeper of the flow of life after death—a place where every soul rests before being weighed for Heaven or Hell.
Everything that happens to living beings in the waiting realm is stored in his hands, complete, detailed, and endlessly accumulating.'
Hi - hi - haaah!
'Even though he holds all records, destiny is not a stone frozen in place.
Every being can change.
Thus, when even a single action diverges from its intended path, Warsh is the first to know.'
Wssssh!
'There is no day without change, no change without new records, and no record ever left unrecorded in perfect detail.
The world keeps moving, and Warsh must move with it.
He is the witness, the observer of every revision of fate, and the guardian of every unfinished possibility.'
Hhhh!
'That is why he is the busiest among the thirteen Archangels.
As long as living beings continue to walk and choose, Warsh will always work—unceasingly recording so that the realm of revival remains aligned on its axis of order.'
In the next rung of the celestial hierarchy stands the Archangel Warsh, also known as Metatron, entrusted with a duty that has never changed yet pulses endlessly with activity: preserving the continuity of the realm of revival.
To be continued…