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∆ SILVER CITY∆

Calmly seated under a fig tree on a small hill, the eyes of a handsome golden haired man snapped open in an instant, as he sighed and raised his head to the sky.

Deep within his blazing irises, he concealed a great fear, a fear of the very day the gates of the chaoplasm, now renamed Hell by its inhabitants will break open, and that person would march out of the darkness alonging with his army of demons, bringing with yhem death and destruction to all who stoof in their path.

Sighing once more, he cleared his mind of the thoughts and closed his eyes once more in meditation, however his eyes snapped open one more time, and this time the fear was replaced, disgust, and wrath.

"Who dares?!!!"

He quickly arose to his feet, as sx pairs of pure white wings burst out his back and fluttered behind him. In his hand, a long sword wrapped in golden flames materialised, before he leapt into the void, reaching light speed in an instant.

As he raced within the void, he suddenly came to a abrupt halt, noticing the bright light at the end of the darkness.

"Father?.."

Squinting his eyes due to the intensity of the light, he still made out the figure of a humanoid figire wrapped in light, seated on a throne.

"And where are off to, Michael?".

A horse voice resounded, shaking the void, as the golden haired man took in deep breath and put away his blade.

"I sensed a disturbance in the pocket dimension within which I imprisoned the anomaly. I think someone is trying to or has broken the seal."

He spoke and hardened his eyes, as he turned to the side.

"I have decreed that Heaven will no longer interfere in the affairs of the multiverse. All responsibility has been relegated to the children of Khaos. Why do you disobey the oracles my son..."

His voice was stern, however the overflowing goodness was enough to soften the most hardened of hearts.

"But father. It was I who imprisoned that anomaly. I cannot allow him to wander the multiverse, lest he upsets the balance of the cosmos."

Michael spoke with clenched fists, yet the only response to his words was a deep exhausted sigh.

"My son. Nothing happens or will happen in this multiverse that I do not know of. His arrival in this multiverse, was indeed unplanned, but I if he was truly here to harm the balance of the cosmos, do you think I wouldve allowed him here? Or do you think I would've watched his destroy my creation?"

Each word hammered his heart, yet Michael grit his teeth in disobedience.

"Now because of your reckless actions, I'm sure he harbours a deep resentment for this multiverse due to everything you have put him through, something which does not bode well for us."

The Presence spoke, while Michael lowered his head.

"But father, if he is to try to harm the multiverse should he break free of his seal, we will need to take extreme measures."

Michael argued, but the figure in the light shook his head.

"You imprisoned him for 5 billion years in prugatory, Michael. Even Samael who nearly destroyed the silver city and all of creation will not remain in the chaoplasm for more than 10 billion years, and all for what? Just to spite Samael for his actions. He did nothing wrong and you know it."

Michael finally couldn't help but lower his head, after the Presence discerned the truth of his motives for sealing Alan. He couldn't just stand the fact that Samael had thrown everything away, just for an anomaly.

"Now go back to the silver city. You are not allowed to leave without permission anymore."

The Presence finally disappeared after speaking, leaving Michael alone floating in the void.

•••

*SWOOSH!*

A black ray of light flashed through the void at unnatural speeds, encapsulating two figures within, seated on a small black platform.

One of the figures, a red haired youth with tattoos wrapped around his slim and frail body, like an demon. He sat cross-legged on the platform with both his eyes closed, and a serene expression on his face that betrayed the tension in the environment.

Opposite him, a pale skinned young woman sat dressed in black. Rather than satisfaction at succeeding in her recent endeavour, she felt unease and a hint of fear, as if, rather than releasing a poor misjudged and unxerserving soul from the gates of purgatory, she had rather released a trillion year old demon from the depths of Hell.

"We're here."

After a moment, the red haired youth opened his eyes, arose and stretched his back lazily while staring into the distance.

Even Death whom the destination, her own realm belonged to, had not noticed that they had reached, probably because of the burdens of worry that plagued her mind.

*SWOOSH!*

In a flash, they disappeared and reappeared within a familiar mansion, where the red haired youth quickly sat at a chair in the hall without invitation.

"You know, in prugatory, one of the billions of punishments I faced was to be trapped in this mansion of yours surrounded by an endless number of beast who kept tearing and ripping me apart...no matter how much I begged.."

Reclining in his seat, Alan flashed a nonchalant and apathetic smile and spoke, while Death shuddered at his words.

"Billions of punishments? How can he be so nonchalant about it, as if it were nothing?!'

Sighing, Death shook her head and took a seat before him, while two glasses materialized before then, filled with her favourite wine.

"This is still as great as I remember it.."

Letting out a satisfied sigh after sipping from the glass, Alan declined in his seat and looked towards Death who was cautiously watching him.

"What happened to you in there Alan. What did you go through? And why have you changed?"

She instantly blurted out, as Alan returned her gaze.

"Tell me! Tell me please!!"

Even after a few seconds of silence, Alan flashed a ridiculing smile, as Death roared in sorrow.

"Tsk. Fine, Since you want to know, I'll oblige. But that's all I'll be answering for you, for now."

He sat up and spoke without his smile leaving his face w d then he reclined in the seat once more and took a sip of his drink.

"I woke up in purgatory stripped off all of my power. At first, I thought I was back home. But after noticing wheel was present, I began to have my doubts. At first, I witnessed the scene of my mother's death replay over and over and over for millions of years. After that, I was tortured day and night in billions of ways, without rest. In the end, my soul was damaged beyond repair and on the verge of destruction, and my mind was barely hanging on to the embers of sanity. Wheel stepped in at that moment, using my nearly destroyed soul as a catalyst, it fused into my body, and it became a replacement for my soul."

As he spoke, he slowly arose and walked to a Louvre frame where he saw his own demonic looking appearance and smiled.

"Now, with my soul gone, I became numb to the pain, and after a while, I noticed I grew stronger with each torture, so guess what? I tortured myself day and night in addition, while absorbing the demonic essence of the prugatory. As such even if you hadnt rescued me, I would've broken the seal in a few more years."

He ended his story and turned around with nonchalance only to see the cosmic entity, Death shedding tears.

She wiped her tears immediately, walked to him and hugged him tightly, while Alan merely stood there calmly, with arms hanging by his side.

Death on the other hand cried even more for the first time. Touching his tattoo covered body, she could feel the coarseness of his skin that was covered in bruises, cuts and slashes, all hidden under those demonic markings on his body.

Although he spoke everything in nonchalance, she knew it wasn't as easy as he wad narrating it. What made her tear the most was what he had to sacrifice to regain strength to try to break out of the hell.

As the Personification of the concept of Death she understood that the only way by which a soul can leave it's mortal shell is through Death. However what would happen if an undying being with a soul forcefully ripped apart his own soul that was on the verge of destruction. The pain was unimaginable and indescribable.

"So what are you planning on doing now?"

After a few moments of crying, she calmed herself, turned to him and asked.

"I'm going to kill some birds."

He chuckled and raised his head to the sky defiantly.

A/N: For those of you wondering if Alan's soul could not adapt to the damage. The very reason why he was sane for so long in the purgatory was because of wheel kept adapting to the damage over and over. However it's like hammering on a piece of metal that is hidden under a large rock. After billions of years of damage, the rock would burst apart to give up the metal underneath it.