The Fallen Angel

"Many Angels have dreamed about slaying the Fallen Angel, for the reward was of extreme value, you would become an Elder – Creator of worlds and Universe but more importantly the Heavens itself. I too had my eyes on the Fallen Angel, the only difference was, I did not think I could defeat him, I knew it. However, I never thought to myself the reason no one had ever returned…"

Nasedo walked through the Forum where spirits were enjoying themselves talking, playing games or watching people down on earth through orbs.

The usual bustle of the people buzzed through out the Library of Knowledge as scholars believed here that talking was more relaxing then total silence.

Nasedo strolled down the columns of books until he reached the section he was looking for.

He pulled out a huge book that looked like it had never been read, the shelf lifted from relief of the weight taken.

He sat at a desk far away from the view of others so he would not be seen.

He stared at the book in front of him wondering what was waiting for him inside.
"Fallen Angel, the true story," he whispered.

The book slowly opened coming to life displaying images and texts in front of him about the Fallen Angel and how many had been sent forth to defeat him and had never returned, how the power of the Fallen Angel would be purified and would empower the one to destroy it making him or her an Elder.
None of this was new to him, another waste of time trying to find a way to defeat the Fallen Angel.

"Ugh, if no one has ever survived an encounter with him how do they know that you’ll become an Elder if you destroy him?" Nasedo asked himself in disgust.

Nasedo left the library in a hurry; he was late to a meeting with one of the Elders.

He passed columns embroidered with dialect carved in gold, all gibberish to him for they were written in the ancient language of the Kaldeer, reaching a varnished dark wooden door marking the entrance to the meeting room, he opened the door and went through staring at the back of a hooded figure.
"Ah Nasedo," came a low raspy voice from the Elder who turned around to look at him. "Found nothing of usefulness at the Library? Hmm?"

Nasedo stared at the wrinkly face masked with white beard and white eyebrows thicker then the hair of most men, his grey eyes gleaming in amusement and a smile covered by an equally white moustache.
"How did you?" Nasedo asked in shock.

"How did I know? Awww come now, the question should be "How could I not know?"
Nasedo thought about it and nodded, for he was an elder after all.

"I hear you are going after the Fallen Angel, not the best of news I have heard today."

"Yes, I plan to seek him out and destroy him," Nasedo could not hide the excitement from his voice.

"So eager to die… What a pity, you could have become something… Ah well the path is yours to choose, you must make your own decisions, when do you leave?"

"Tonight, I plan to use a Scroll of Teleportation to reach the Plains of Despair and seek him out there."

"Well then, I bid you Good Bye and Good Luck, but before you leave I have one piece of advise."

"Yes?"

"If you find yourself nearly beaten, you should use his hatred against him."

"Okay…" Nasedo nodded as if he understood as not to look bad in front of an Elder.

"Farewell young Nasedo."

Nasedo bowed respectfully as he left the room.