Micheal held his elated chest as he glared at his apprentice, who was literally burning up.

He slammed his closed fist against the hard ground as he tried to control his wings struggling to get out of their confining cages.

" Come on, come on, come on!" Another hit to the concrete.

Micheal closed his palms as he looked at Lucifer.

" You ready?" Those eyes seemed to ask.

" Can't wait to revive this pride amou-OF COURSE I AM! IM BURNING HERE! " He roared sarcastically.

With a smile, Micheal made a Namaste gesture with his hands, thanking HIM for all he has given him until now.

With a boom, the colour around the world exploded into basic tinges and hues. Lucifer yelled the spell his mentor of a short week had enlightened him with.

But his mind went hazy and his vision blurred. His fault of code began to control the spells he said, but fortunately to his gain.

" Ḩ̴̨̨̨̨̢̨̨̡̢̧̢̛̛̛͍̤̰̳͔͉̣̖̼̟͈͔͉͎͎͇͙̗̲̬̖̩͉̤̞̜̖̼̙̖̺̼͍͍̩͖̺̩̞̦͈̬̼̻͇͕̘̰̣̜̻̪͙̟̼̪̞̟̝̤̟͇͚̯̟̹͚̺͈̫͈̰͖̠͚͖͕̩̣̥͕̙͉͖̫̤̹̪̦̼͉̻̞̝̳̣͎̖̜͙͈͔̤̞̰͇̤̖̻̫̫̰͎͔̺̟̳̮̖̳̰̮̬͍͈̥̞̦͙͓̟͇͖̙̙̭̬̹̯̦̫̂̾̓͛̀͛͋͐̀̈́̀̈́̅̂͗̿̑͗̈́̈̄̒̀̓́͆̐͌̆͗̑̾̓̎̊͗̈́̍̏͛͆̌͆̋̀̏̆̎̂̋̔̍͋́͒̋̾͗̃͑͆́̽̐̓̊̒̊̄͊̀͌̾̎̐̃͂̈́͐͋͊̿̾͆́̎́͌̔̓̈͊͋̾̎̏̐̇̂̏͂͛̅͗̈́̒̈́̑̈́̅̐͊͌̕̚̕̕͘̕̕͘̕͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅȁ̵̧̢̨̡̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̭̯̲͎̙̣̹̤̙̬͙̭̮̜̰̖͕̤̪͕̻͖͈͓͚̟͛͆̐͆̀̂̾̊̃͋͂̐̋̈͌̾̔̽́͑͒̈́̉͒͐̓̾̆̇̓̊̎͗́̔̃̍͗̏̾͗͆̂͗̄́̓̀̇̀̎̍̽͂̑͆̈́̈́̊̋́̀̊̎̃̆̒̀̿͒̆̍̅̔̆̇͊̈̇͑͗͛̔̌͆̊͗̂̌́̈́͑̍̑̿͐̎̈̔̋̆͆̂͑̏̒̽͊̃͂̃͗̈͊̊̆͗̑̆͊̍̆̇̐̄́̊̊̓̏͂̌͋͂̐̀̋͑͗̆̆́͌̉̀͛͋̎̅̑̾͗̿̓̉̑̋̏̊̍̏̑͛̌̀͊̇̿̎̏̉̋̏͑̒͑̓͐͊̍̈́̍̉͌̾̄̃͋̈́̆̉͂̒̔̐̀̿̽̌̾́̍́͊͒̂̀͗̓̂̓̓́̋̀͛̍͑̅̃̓͗͌̌̎͌̒̍͒̕͘̕̕͘̚̚̕͘̕͘͘̕̚̕͘̕͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝ͅs̷̨̨̨̨̨̧̧̧̨̢̛̛͔͚̭̠̺̠͖̠͙̻̼̘̬̠̜̫̰̭̰̟͖͙͉͉̻͚̞̱͓̱̮̮̫̪̣̭̤̯̖̩̩̲̜̗͚͙͇̙̻̗̬̝͍̬̼̥̺͈͔̩̦̝͖̜̗̼͙͍̰͉̞̦̭͚̫̙̲̞̪͈͎̹̫̻̬͎̳̦̼̭̻͚̣̠̋͆̀́̅̾̈́̐̋̿̄̑̈́̒͑̌͒̐̊̄̂̌͂̐̇̈́͂̿̉͌̆̔̊̈̀͗̀̊́̂̏͊͐̃͌͋̉̇̆͒̅͑̈́̌̈̃̒̀̒̀͒̈́̓̿̉̂̏͐̽̈́̂̀̓̿̃̋̏̉̂͛͒̀̂͑̈̈͑͂͐͛̈́̄́̌͛̌̃̇̌͊̈́͛͐̎̔͗̅̍͛̾́̍̐̀̌͐̓͋̽͌̔͋͊̀̒̒̽̀̈́̾͒͐͛͋͐̈́͆̓̊̅̍́̔̎̏̓͌̾̀͋̏̽̑̆͋̎͒̐̍̓̀̐͛̎̂̈́͌̐̎̄͊̎̑͛͌̔̑͋͐͂͒̄̇̊̓̆̈́͋̈́̈́̿͒͊͆͌̔̄̋́̿̋͗̀̽̎͂͛̌̈́͒̽͘̚͘̚̚̚̚͘̚̕̕͘͘̚̚̕̚̚̕͜͜͝͠͠͠͠͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅṫ̴̨̡̢̧̢̨̢̡̧̧͚͉̫̥̖͎̩̰̠̼͈̲͓͕̩͙͔̜͚̠͙̺̺̗̱̦̙͚̭̩͔̭̦͈̺͕̟̬̫͖̫̺̻͓̼͈͉͔̱̫̫̞̟̜͚̲̮̯͔͖̺̫̣͉͓̱̭̮̺͓̖̈̀̾͘͘e̸̡̧̧̧̧̞̘̗͔̗̥͕͔͉͍̖̼̤̬̩̘̟͙͙̪͉̻͇̩̝͍͎͓̪͎̝͑͐̆̿̑̓͆͊̍̂̑̎̎͛̒̀̊͆̈́̐̀̐͋̈́̑̀̽̂̐͂̏͊̔́͑̂̋̈́͆̀̆̃̄̇́̇̆̍̂͋͂̄̒̓͂̋̓̓̂̂̂̄̒͆͂͗̒́̓̌̌̈́̄̊̒̒̏͋̃̎̀̋̏̅̿̾͌͊́́̒̈͑̈́̆̈́͛̐͐̇̊͋̐̑̒̏͑͋̈́̒̓̿́̆̈́̍͊͐͑̈́̏͂̋̏̅͛̓̋͂̆̓̇̕̚͘͘͘̚̕̕̕̚̚̚̚͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͝n̵̢̡̢̧̧̡̨̧̨̡̛̛̛͖̦͉̟̮͔͉͉̱̙̠̻̩̻̬͈͓͍̺͚̮͚͈̲̰͚̠̲̪͇̯̲̹͔̰͎̣̯̞̮̣̺̰̬̹̠̼̱͓͚͇̱̯̹̰̼̣̟͕̱͚̞̫̺̫̪̰͚̳̦̥̝̠͓̫͎̤̠̘͚̱̤͇̼̩͙͕̜͍̖̘̹̭͍̩͔͔̻̞̪̬͓̔͒̑̄͑̐̃̂̽̽̔̀̋̀͗͗͋͐̈́̋͂̈́͐͌̐͛͐̐̓͐́̈̾͛̆̏̽̎̇͒͗̿̈̀́̏̔́̏͛͛̓̍͆̇̐̉̅͒̉̎͑̍͋̍̀̌́́̒̊̂̽͆̄̄̈́͒͋͐͊̌͐́̐̐͛̊̆̐͊͌͛̀̀͋̀̃̔͗̃̽̇̽̋̔̋̎̄͂̓̂̃̂̏̿̐̀̽̊͌̆̾̒̀̾̋̍̆͗͌̓́́͆̋̋̐͊͌̎̆̀́̈́̀̌̈́͛̈́͑͒̒̿̔͒̀͛̈́́̈́̍̀̓̽̐̒͆̃͑̌̒͂̈́̓̈́́̑̍̋̅̉͒́̇̓̍̏̀̅̽̅̾̄́͑͂̌̆̅͂̔̊͐̔̀͆͑̿́̂̈́̌͒̽͗͗͑̈́̆̿̈́́̇̓̾̐͘̕̕̕͘͘̚͘͘͘̕̕̚̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅ "

Micheal smirked unknowingly.

"You son of a censored word. You two are the same......" He spared a glance at the demonic angel, the perfect composition this time as Lucifer lifted himself off the ground, effortlessly, his knuckles scraping as he pushed the pressure as he got up from his knees.

" HIS silver wings....." Micheal muttered under his breath as he remembered how he met this falling angel the first time.

Silver wings, falling from heaven; bearing the name of Lucifer.

" Lucifer Feall. " The former archangel Michael spelt with his mouth as Lucifer realised that they successfully brought out his wings.

" Well....what now?" Asked the one who awakened the first of his powers, his wings.

Flight.

"Now that we-" Micheal coughed up blood as he started seeing stars and patches of black as he buckled on his knees.

Lucifer rushed in, lifting his wings subconsciously as he held him up.

Micheal smiled.

" ha - have all the time in the world, we should probably make the most of it. " He struggled to get up but managed to do it in a few moments.

" What are the rules in Phantom Planes? " He queried.

Lucifer mumbled something like, " Sh*t" and looked at him with a look of forgetfulness.

Micheal sighed.

" Just listen and memorize. They will save your life, daresay you are on the verge of losing." Lucifer looked at his wings which were now full fledged and outwards, and as he thought about sitting down next to him, they folded upright, bi-focating the glinting materialistic fog it was seemingly made of, the ends vaporizing and materializing now and then, before they erased their existence.

" Rule 1: A Phantom Plane cannot be opened or closed, regardless of an Angel of Death or another Angel, unless the summoner themselves does it by their own accord.

Rule 2: Any damage done within someone's Phantom Plane will be nullified when it's closed. Any mental trauma sustained will remain, regardless of the means used.

Rule 3: The Phantom Plane can have only one specific gesture to create and one to cease. It can be the same gesture or sign.

Rule 4: Anyone in a Phantom Plane who comes into contact with someone not in that influence, will be deported into thoughts. The thoughts will be able to re-materialize when the Plane is closed.

Rule 5:- "

Micheal hesitated for a second. A second too long.

" What?"

" You'll see in time." He reassured his apprentice. He sat a bit reclined and after a bit of stretching his legs, he stood up and asked Lucifer to test his wings.

" How'd you memorize this sh*t anyways?" He was totally ignored by the superior Angel.

" You jump and, you either fall, or you fly. If it works, I'm closing this Plane and you're gonna do it in reality." His voice changed to a bit more straightforward.

" Quick, straight to the point. Fine."

Lucifer walked over to the edge, and looked down. It wasn't too high but it wasn't enough for flying.

He'd have to risk it. Hey, you don't keep the scars and wounds you are bestowed within the Phantom Plane right?

Lucifer let out a small sigh, as he inhaled a bit of the tasteless air.

His wings were already dissipated.....

He let himself fall over the edge as he thrust his new-found power into the ground, sending enough energy to send cracks into the ground.

After the small hop he made propelled him a few hundred feet into the air, he did a small somersault in the air, turning his body to be in co-ordinance with the draft he was to receive in this colour deprived world as he closed his eyes for a bit and relaxed.

He concentrated on the aura flowing through him, as he condensed it into his back.

He took a deep breath.

" S̸̥̠̖̮̮̤̎̒͊͋̓̃͆̋̏̔͐̏̑̆̐́́̉̃̑̊̈́̄̈́͒͑̄̓̈́́͌̌͛̑̉͗̓̔̿͐̚̕͜͝͝͝͝͝ą̶̡̛̳̝̭̮̜̫̙͍͎̲̳̟̟͍̺̗̭̳͕͕̦̟̦̲̱̝͍̰̗͍̺͎͊̔͂́͒̐́̏̉͌̉̓̐̎̋̃͐̋̉̀͒̇̾͌͒́̑̀̕̕͜͠ͅk̵̖̭̥̣͙͕̅̾̀̎͋̌̄̋̚ų̸̡̢̧̛̛͓̳̙͈̬͕̩̱͍͚͍͔͇̗͎̗͇̦͕̠̞̱͍̩̙͖̳̮͉͓͉͔̻͔͎̦͑̽̄̀̄́̋̉̂̐̐͐̈́͒̊̍͊͛́̍̔̓͆́̄̄̃͐̽͆̍̑̀́͜͜͜͜͠ͅ "

(Meaning "Bloom" in Japanese)

His wings erupted into existence, nullifying all other pallets in its vibrant existence.

Micheal had a smile creeping out to his face.

" The time has come." He closed his palms, viewing the spectacle in the atmosphere, an Angel with the power to rival God.

And one that can cull the Devil in him.

The Phantom Plane closed, Micheal falling unconscious, exhausting some more of his life source.

There will come a time, when they wouldn't be able to keep him alive, and would be forced to put him down.

And Lucifer will be the one to deal the final blow to this corruption.

He will set free the ripple across time. He will cause this madness to cease.

He would null the world of the false accusations and the faux they have been believing to be their history.

For there were no Gods, no Angels, no Demons. Only the fabrications of thoughts.

I've been in the mind of changing this book's end, which I've not yet have the slightest idea of. A little clue has been left here and there without my knowing by my subconscious. It seems plausible. It would prove that "THOUGHTS SHAPE REALITY"

But...I'm deciding. This chapter is dedicated to MONO_tone for showing me sad endings can't mean the end. They just let you know that life doesn't go the way you plan.

Thank you, Imouto.