In the pit of the abyss and total darkness, a light shot itself towards Jackel. Slowly a screen came in to view as if it was projected through a film. Standing at the front was a majestically beautiful man with pure white hair and golden eyes. His back arched out two pairs of giant wings.

behind him stood six other winged humanoids, each of them brimming with grandeur and beauty. The seven of them were all decorated with deadly looking weapons. The one with the Golden eyes shouted something inaudible and behind the group, an army of three hundred thousand winged creatures raised with the golden dawn.

The movie played out without censorship, a chaotic battle of winged humanoids killing one another. The one with the golden eyes threw powerful lightings with rapid precision at the oncoming angels. when they got close to him, he freely manipulated gravity and pulled the flying soldiers towards the ground, pulverizing their bodies.

The bloody battle started at daybreak and continued to midday. the entire battlefield was littered with bodies and torn wings. From high above the sun materialized into a glowing body and became an aged man. Every soldier stopped in their tracks, some kneeled in worship while others readied their shields.

The Seven leaders flew towards the Father sun, throwing every magic they knew at the iridescent being. yet they were all brushed away with a flick of his finger. The golden eyed raised his mighty sword and slashed at father sun, but the sun grabbed his swords and shattered it. With absolute power, Father sun sent down his gravity and the seven leaders were shot down to a kneel. But the golden eyed resisted and stood against the absolute gravity with his own.

"This revolt saddens me." The Father sun said with sincerity

"You call yourself our Father, yet we are more like pawns to your game. Your rule is tyranny!" the golden eyed spoke.

"No my morning star, It's what you carry in your soul that is a tyrant." "For your sin, you will rise and fall in countless cycles, slowly losing your grace."

The memory faded out and began to play many little scenes simultaneously. At the center was always a figure made of shadow. One scene showed the figure being worshipped by primitive man as he was handing them a torch. Another showed him sitting on a royal throne as a great tower was being erected in front of him. yet each scene shows the figure losing power, he eventually began to turn ordinary and slowly deteriorate. The figure eventually fell to a beggar, dying in the snow at a more modern age. In the final scene, the figure played out the life of Jackel, a mentally ill teenager struggling with psychosis.

Suddenly, all the scenes being played got sucked into the shadow figure and it turned to face Jackel.

"These are my memories to which is the Pandora of your heart" The figure spoke.

"who are you?" Jackel asked the shadow.

"I am known as many, you can call me Lux. I am in essence, you."

"are you saying I was all those memories?" Jackel asked

"In a way, they were you, but somewhere along the line, your separated from the memories and created me. However, It's now time to own up to your history, we are close to our finale. " Lux replied

"I don't understand!" Jackel protested.

"The point of it this time is to be blindfolded as you face your redemption. As you have seen, you have failed too many times"

" You are being cryptic" Jackel complained

Lux began to fade out

"wait!" Jackel cried

However, Lux became a brilliant white light and completely left Jackel in the dark.