Heaven is two things. It is both a universe and its government, the single nation that rules this infinite expanse. One of the many infinite multitudes of worlds within existence, Heaven is superficially similar to the ‘base Reality’ known by humans, an endless world of planets and stars stretching across a boundless, ever-expanding sky. Despite this size, however, Heaven is occupied by only a single class of being, and none else - angels, the magical superweapons artificially grown in labs across Heaven.
As a nation, it is properly known as the Seraphic Empire of Heaven. An ancient empire, existing for billions of years ago, with a history that spans longer than those of many universes, it is a totalitarian theocracy dedicated to absolute domination. It is under the nominal rule of its Luminary Sovereign, the so-called incarnation of God itself and the founder of Heaven, but she has not acted to do anything of use in billions of years. In her place, Heaven is ruled by her archangel “children”, and, highest among them, her favorite, the Archangel of Justice, Mastema.
While these archangels are supposed to keep each other in check, Mastema is the highest among them, indisputably, due to a combination of her mother’s mistakes and her own machinations. She is Heaven’s true ruler in all but name, and her goals are Heaven’s goals. And what Mastema seeks is simple - indiscriminate death and complete destruction, for all things, a fate not even herself, her siblings, their mother, and her empire will escape.
- 1 History
- 2 Government
- 3 Territory and Planets
- 4 Infrastructure
- 5 Technology
- 6 Society and Culture
- 7 Powers and Statistics
- 8 Trivia
Heaven’s true history is a closely guarded secret, obfuscated by several billion years worth of religious propaganda, churned out by the Heavenly elite. Few know the full picture, whether they’re from Heaven or not, and the majority of angels, from the lowest to the highest ranks, buy into these lies completely. Even those that know more of the truth rarely know the full picture, and they certainly never question what they’ve been told. What most angels believe is simply that Heaven has always existed, and that it was once all things, before the rebellion of a certain monstrous angel sundered its rule.
What is true is that Heaven was founded by the Luminary Sovereign. While angels only know her by that, on top of a number of titles, such as the Divine, God, and the Original Spirit, her true name, which she does not share with anyone, is Yaldabaoth. Her origins lie in another universe, Pleroma, the home of seraphs, where a small group came together to create a superweapon. This weapon, furnished with an inner world of unmatched strength, could be used to put an end to Pleroma’s years of instability.
This project went horribly right in the end, naturally. Yaldabaoth came into existence in a newborn universe, with no context as to her own life, and with untold power lying at her fingertips. The first things she saw and sensed in the universe, combined with the nature of her inner world, meant that Yaldabaoth quickly developed the belief that she was a being of great importance. This grew stronger and stronger over time, until Yaldabaoth had grown convinced that she was the ultimate importance, that she was God, the creator of all things and the maintainer of the physical world.
After killing most of her creators, a fate only Sophia escaped, Yaldabaoth entered a universe that had only just begun to exist, an instant after it was formed. As it was born, Yaldabaoth weaved her magic into its fabric, embedding herself into it, and she created many cosmic laws to follow her own vision for existence. No beings but those she created were to live in her Heaven, the paradise she had been designed to create, and the first she created was her firstborn. The very first angel, the first archangel, Mastema.
Six others followed; Abaddon, Uriel, Sariel, Jophiel, Gabriel, and Raphael. They were built off of the template of seraphs and designed partly in the image of Yaldabaoth and partly in the image of the creators she faintly recalled but still repressed. Each was created with a role in mind, and with them at her side, Yaldabaoth designed her Heaven, creating nearly all of its infrastructure, codifying its laws, and overseeing the creation of angels. Under her strong command, and unified by a fanatical, programmed belief in her place as the supreme god of all things, Heaven began to spread.
Many planets in many universes fell to Yaldabaoth’s forces, as little could stand against so many soldiers. Many tried, to varying degrees of success, and Heaven’s gradual expansion slowed as it was bogged down in more and more wars. Among its opponents was Hell, a cluster of pocket universes filled with demons, another species descended from Seraphs, and much of it had been united by the famous King Leviathan by this point. This demon confronted Yaldabaoth herself, a fight in which, for the first time in her life, Yaldabaoth was legitimately threatened.
And she suffered her first defeat, at the hands of Leviathan, who she had met in her youth, in the universe of her birth. Remembering this meeting, Leviathan struggled to kill her, held back by some pang of cruel nostalgia, and Yaldabaoth was able to escape what would’ve been certain death otherwise. Initially, she refused to either accept or acknowledge her loss, but she gradually came to terms with it, and she grew to see Leviathan, too, as someone of importance. Her destined nemesis, a challenge that existed to amuse her and eventually be overcome. This failure motivated Yaldabaoth more than ever before, and she focused on strengthening both herself and Heaven in anticipation of their next fight.
Before she could have this rematch, however, Leviathan was killed, apparently by another demon in a power struggle. Of course, there were few that could pull this off, and in truth, the one who performed the execution was none other than Mastema, who solemnly carried out her duty. Yaldabaoth never discovered this, after Mastema realized she may be killed for ruining her mother’s future, and so she collapsed into a mess of distress and confusion. She cursed the world she believed she had created for stealing her one rival from her, and slowly withdrew as apathy overtook her, becoming lethargic and vain.
With its Luminary Sovereign doing absolutely nothing, power was left in the hands of her archangels. Disillusioned by the slow, childish fall of the “god” she had idolized and followed doubtlessly, and burdened with the realization that her divinity was a lie, Mastema resolved to build Heaven stronger than Yaldabaoth ever had. Without its creator to manage things, Heaven had slowly fallen into disarray, plagued by riots, rebellions, and perverse, backwards cults that revered other names.
So Mastema consolidated her power, bringing her siblings to her side, and ordering Heaven once more. The riots and revolutions were stomped out, nearly every cult was purged for heresy, and the uselessly corrupt were summarily executed. During this time, Heaven lost much of its old territory as Mastema focused on internal issues, but it was built up stronger than ever before. Despite Yaldabaoth’s absence, Mastema chose to retain her role as the central figure of Heavenly belief, but slowly took her place as the ruler of Heaven. She remained nothing more than the Archangel of Justice on paper, but in truth, she was Heaven’s one true ruler, with no opposition.
Afterwards, Heaven returned to its “crusade”, specifically targeting Hell, now a haven for those angels that had escaped or been banished. While this began and continued for many years, it once again came to an end thanks to the actions of a certain demon. In this case, it was a former angel, Lucifer, who unified Hell once more and fought back against Heavenly domination with a fervor and ferocity that called back to what Leviathan herself had wielded. She was equipped with a Heavenly law, stolen from its original wielder, and a soul that didn’t know how to quit.
The resulting war was the most destructive war in Heavenly history. After all, Hell was not alone; the many civilizations of the many universes Heaven had gouged fought back as well. Lucifer herself was a particularly stubborn foe, one who proved herself to be a match for the archangels. Only after a legendary battle with both Uriel and Abaddon was she defeated, but even then, she refused to die, and Mastema had no choice but to seal her rather than waste her time trying to put her down. Still, though Hell had been defeated, Heaven was overextended, and had to withdraw and cease expansion. Hell collapsed shortly afterwards anyways, plagued by instability in the face of such a failure, and broken up by Heavenly assassins and spies.
Rather than continue expansion, however, Mastema chose to bide her time and work on mending Heaven, quickly crushing more rebellions and strengthening her grip. While Heaven was truly involved in much more than skirmishes, propaganda kept civilians convinced that they were still locked in war with all their enemies. In this way, backed up by the same programming as always, Heaven has kept stable for countless millennia, its armies and technology growing stronger with every year, let alone millions of them.
As opposed to open warfare alone, Mastema has slowly manipulated her enemies through passivity and subtle plotting, leading many to believe that if Heaven even ever existed, that it was long gone by now, even as its agents sink its claws into every universe it once touched. As time has passed, however, Heaven has only become more active, alerting all to its existence once more, and showing that time alone will not destroy its legacy.
Despite her own efforts, Mastema now has worse issues to deal with, including a burgeoning Heavenly coup better-equipped than all those in the past and led by one of her own siblings, Jophiel. In addition, she can feel that Lucifer’s seal is slowly giving way, and that it is only a matter of time before she frees herself and returns to her old ways.
Mastema is prepared for the eventuality that is facing both Jophiel and Lucifer, however, and continues to bide her time and prepare for the chance to grasp her true goals. When she can finally cut loose, and kill everyone and everything, in a murderous explosion of pent-up rage. When she shares her revelation and brings about Armageddon.
It’s only a matter of time.
Heaven’s nominal Head of State is the Luminary Sovereign, Yaldabaoth. While she was once the Head of Government - and still is, officially - she is little more than a figurehead and a legend now. She hasn’t done anything in billions of years anyways, leaving it instead to her immediate subordinates, her archangels, who make up Heaven’s executive branch and act as its cabinet. In Yaldabaoth’s place, Mastema is the true Head of Government and holds all the power.
With nothing to balance out her authority, and all but one of her siblings acting in her support, Mastema is Heaven’s absolute ruler, an autocrat who can pass and interpret laws as she pleases. Every branch of Heaven’s government is at her disposal.
The seven branches and the archangels that manage them are;
- The Judiciary: Mastema, Archangel of Justice
The judicial branch of Heaven’s government, of course, responsible for passing, interpreting, and upholding its laws.
- The Heavenly Host: Abaddon, Archangel of War
Heaven’s military forces. All of them.
- The Shepherds: Uriel, Archangel of Light
Heaven’s police forces, including its secret police and intelligence agency, Angelic Intelligence. Also responsible for managing Heavenly prisons, the few that exist.
- The Heavenly Press: Sariel, Archangel of Truth
A branch focused entirely on managing Heavenly media, all of which is propaganda, and in keeping angels well-behaved through the use of mind control.
- The Angelic Research Bureau: Jophiel, Archangel of Knowledge
Responsible for managing all forms of research and development, on top of providing medical attention. Though Jophiel herself is a traitor, many loyalists remain.
- The Angelic Administration: Gabriel, Archangel of Duty
Heaven’s labyrinthine bureaucracy, the biggest and most populated of its branches, responsible for managing Yesod, communications, and information.
- The Heavenly Mercy: Raphael, Archangel of Mercy
Heaven’s state church, which oversees the worship of the Luminary Sovereign, and also Mastema. More covertly, the Heavenly Mercy deals with heresy and manages many monastic orders of assassins, including some stubborn cults.
As Mastema’s branch of the government, the Judiciary is the most powerful of all the branches. While the rest are supposed to be separate, at least in theory, many of them are now little more than organs at the Judiciary’s disposal. Even the most lowly judge has the authority to override virtually anyone, barring the archangels and a few particularly powerful individual angels. As a result, the Judiciary is also the smallest and most exclusive of the branches.
Heaven’s judges can interpret laws as they please, and Mastema has the power to introduce and immediately pass any law she wants, or overturn them in the same way. While other archangels, judges, and high-ranking angels have some say in the process and can introduce their own laws, the choice is always Mastema’s, who will pass the law as her own. There is no separation of power whatsoever. Everything is firmly under Mastema’s control.
Heaven’s court systems are divided between its sectors, with a few regional courts, and then the supreme court, presided over by Mastema and six other supreme justices, none of which match her authority. Mastema herself rarely weighs in on trials, but when she does, it is tantamount to an instant death sentence. This is often the case with regular judges, too. Heaven’s courts are notoriously harsh, even if it may take them time to get to the trial, and no crimes are taken lightly.
Verdicts are generally decided upon beforehand, and defendants have no real power to protect themselves from accusations. In fact, doing so is likely to get them an even worse punishment. Even completely incorrect accusations that hold not even the slightest water can result in guilty verdicts, with no room for argument. Those found guilty are quickly imprisoned; here, they are either tortured, put to work, killed for their souls, or sent to the Angelic Research Bureau for experimentation and probable recycling. Those lucky enough to avoid imprisonment are usually badly beaten, demoted, and potentially even wiped of their identities to make sure they don’t cause trouble again.
The most feared punishment in Heaven, even more than death, is a Fall. In response to the gravest of crimes, an angel is immediately stripped of both their halo and wings, and then thrown into Fantasy. Most of them die, losing their identity and soul in the abstract sea between universes, but some land in some Reality and survive as fallen angels. Fallen angels are seen with pity, and are often hunted down and killed by the Heavenly Mercy or other angels, especially if their crimes are severe enough.
Becoming a member of the Judiciary is extremely difficult and nearly impossible. Those that are found to be potentially good fits are singled out during conditioning, subjected to further education, and then thrown into the Angelic Administration anyways, to help with processing legal matters specifically. Those who prove to be particularly competent, useful, and zealous may be promoted in the future, if a position opens up. This happens very rarely, though, as openings only exist if a superior has died or been demoted.
Of course, if a judge did something worth demotion, a swift, Mastema-induced death would be the only possible punishment, so “demotion” is a Heavenly euphemism in this case, and is often applied to others as well.
The Heavenly Host
The Heavenly Host makes up all of Heaven’s military forces, and its soldiers are often disdainfully referred to as “locusts”. It operates broadly, whenever needed, and is often called upon to deal with internal disputes. Its locusts are extensively trained in combat and the use of magic immediately after conditioning, and are, over the rest of their typically short lives, constantly subject to further indoctrination, magical supplements, and modifications to make them better killers than ever before.
While many members of the Heavenly Host are selected during conditioning, any member of Heaven can volunteer to join, and most are accepted. More and more angels are created with the intent of serving in the Heavenly Host every year, as Heaven builds up its forces. Though somewhat small in comparison to many other militaries, individual locusts are extremely skilled and powerful, often enough so to wipe out civilizations on their lonesome or in small “packs”.
Soldiers of the Heavenly Host are regularly called back to Heaven for brief periods during their service, to give them a chance to rest, spend time in the most sacred of places, and drink in Heavenly propaganda at the source. Those who don’t pull their weight or who are suspected of disloyalty are often dealt with at these points, and are quickly hunted down if they don’t return when commanded. However, many locusts were able to desert during Heaven’s major wars, escaping punishment in the process.
The Shepherds are the members of Heaven’s police force, a widely-feared and omnipresent force closely intertwined with the activities of nearly every other branch. Constantly vigilant in their supervision of their duties, Shepherds patrol Heaven’s streets and uphold a strict curfew, keeping a keen eye out for any signs of crime or dissidence. They also manage Heaven’s prisons, acting as wardens, guards, and torturers. The fear other angels hold for them is only magnified by the nature of their signature magic, Nightmare Reader, passed onto its members from its original user, Uriel.
Peacekeepers are assisted by a number of angelic constructs that also patrol the streets and exist only to collect information and report back to their superiors. Getting into the ranks of the Shepherds is naturally quite hard, requiring years of education and experience, meaning that many members of its ranks are promoted from the military. Not that this education stops Shepherds from regularly abusing their power for whatever reason they want. Corruption isn’t exactly uncommon among the Shepherds, nor are acts of extreme violence by its members.
The highest and most secretive of the Shepherds make up its intelligence agency and secret police, Angelic Intelligence (or AI for short), also known as Halo Eight. Working together with all the Shepherds at its disposal, Angelic Intelligence keeps track of any threat to Heaven, internal or external, and directs the efforts to deal with them, handling most of Heaven’s espionage and assassinations. Only the most loyal and zealous angels, those who have shown themselves to have the competency to go the extra mile, are recruited to AI, from any branch that happens to produce one skilled enough to deserve the position.
A specifically notable group of Shepherds, made up of mostly Angelic Intelligence members, are the Tartaruchi, or the Tartarus Security Office. These Shepherds, those who have demonstrated a high level of cruelty on top of the loyalty that Uriel prizes, work inside Heaven’s highest-security prison, Tartarus, her inner world itself. They are led by Temeluchus, one of the oldest angels in Heaven, and Tartarus’ Deputy Warden.
Even Temeluchus herself, however, is outranked by AI’s Deputy Director, Hasdiel, an angel of extreme importance and power, so much so that she knows that Yaldabaoth is no god at all.
The Heavenly Press
The Heavenly Press is responsible for maintaining all of Heaven’s media and pop culture - that is, propaganda, because that’s all that it amounts to and the only reason it exists. It has complete control over all media in Heaven and produces all of it, churning out constant news reports and clearing out anything that goes against Heaven’s teachings. It glorifies angelic leaders, particularly the archangels, and vilifies their opponents, constantly spreading lies and misinformation.
The constant news reports, transmitted across Yesod, are often completely false, concocting intrigue and scandal out of nowhere to remind angels what happens if they go against Heaven, reporting on battles that haven’t happened at all, and spinning everything that did happen to support Heaven as much as possible. Usually, these reports are done by high-ranking reporters, but in serious cases or with certain routine broadcasts, either Sariel or Metatron, her protege, handle them.
Among the Heavenly Press’ propaganda is a wide variety of surreal fiction, mostly written by Sariel herself, portraying Heaven’s rule as just and its rulers as heroic figures. This fiction blurs together with the already unreliable news reports and with historical retellings, often presenting staged footage as truth while simultaneously delivering it through the lens of fiction. Foremost among this fiction is Crusading Purity Sariel, a surreal program starring Sariel herself, which is the most popular piece of media in Heaven. Of course, watching it is often mandatory.
Other duties reporters have to manage includes rewriting historical records to suit Heaven and directly mind controlling angels when necessary. Reporters are also often called upon to record and manage specific events, erasing and modifying the memories of angels to support the stories they’re about to concoct. Most reporters work behind the scenes, however - those that appear publicly are almost always ranked highly, or are members of the Seraphic Idol Corps, a group of hypnosis specialists.
These idols often star in Heavenly media and propaganda and are a major part of why it’s so dangerous and effective. Among their duties is putting on “performances”, which angels must attend, and which are just glorified mind control rituals that rot the identities of those who watch. In wartime situations, idols are often sent out to help locust packs, mind controlling these soldiers and keeping morale high. They will quickly execute any traitor or coward, of course.
The Angelic Research Bureau
The Angelic Research Bureau is focused entirely on research and development, performed in the name of Heaven. Most notably, it manages angel production, which entails improving upon the base angel formula, the actual process of creating them, and the ensuing assessment of their skills. Besides this, the Research Bureau handles expanding on military technologies, delving deeply into science and magic, and their members often work on maintaining and polishing Yesod.
One of the bigger branches of Heaven’s government, the Research Bureau is big enough to delve into a wide variety of magical and scientific territories for its work. Among its ranks are some of the most knowledgeable agents in Heaven, including expert Inner World Operators, Judicators, System Operators, and World Operators. Their work is broad and endless, and often involves creating new angelic constructs and improving on the structures of halos.
Besides all this, the Research Bureau includes the Medical Wing, a system of hospitals that manage everything that implies. As angels are very complicated entities, Heaven’s medical doctors develop the specialized knowledge on how to treat them after years of education and practice. When not performing proper procedures, the Medical Wing manages much of the experimentation on angels, and the ensuing improvements.
Thanks to Jophiel’s traitorous agenda, the Angelic Research Bureau is locked in a bit of a struggle as loyalists and traitors squabble, sabotage, and spy on each other. The traitors include a number of angels who aren’t exactly interested in the same work as before anymore and who have become more individualistic, pursuing whatever they please, and many of them focus on combat or espionage rather than the pursuit of magical science itself.
The Angelic Administration
The Angelic Administration is the most populated of Heaven’s branches, filled with angels that Heaven finds basically useless otherwise and puts to work in its monster of a bureaucracy. They make up the majority of Heaven’s civilians and are the main target of Heavenly propaganda, as they rarely leave Heaven, making them wholly loyal, obedient, and unquestioning, for the most part.
Their duties revolve around managing the constant flow of information in Heaven, interfacing with Yesod to record and file away tonnes upon tonnes of data. This includes recording Heavenly media, exposing them to the mind control it transmits, and also means managing communications, making the Administration vital to Heaven’s functioning. There are so many bureaucrats here that they’re regarded as mostly disposable, though, and few angels treat them as anything but.
There’s not really any rising up to do here. There are higher positions, but all this means is more work and more responsibility, typically only within the Administration. Those who prove themselves to be really useful and competent are more likely to be promoted into another branch, though some particularly capable data processors remain, usually to manage more important communications and handle things like codebreaking. The network of angels, working in concert, is essentially a massive supercomputer network, and the angels here often bleed into one another as they work as one.
A lot of angels here are basically useless, though, performing duties their superiors forgot are no longer necessary and don’t care about anyways.
The Heavenly Mercy
The Heavenly Mercy is Heaven’s state church, overseeing Yaldabaoth’s cult and her worship. It is present all across Heaven and manages religious services, in which attendance and participation is of course necessary. Angels that don’t regularly attend will surely find a Shepherd at their door, making sure they don’t stray from their path, though it’s not necessary to go every single event. Work is another form of worship, after all.
Besides internal worship, the Heavenly Mercy also has external duties, overseen by a number of monastic orders and cults, most of which pursue the use and mastery of Logos as the ultimate form of worship. These monks, known as missionaries, are sent out to spread Heaven’s word and preach Yaldabaoth and Mastema’s gospels alike. Which of course means assassinating enemies that present an issue, if not simply participating in wanton massacre as a religious rite. Those that focus on overseeing worship within heaven are known as inquisitors, on the other hand, and deal with cultists and heretics in the same manner. By swiftly silencing dissenting voices and dishing out death.
A few cults still remain, though, by virtue of being useful - the most notable of these cults is the highest missionary group, Azazel, the Scapegoats, a group of blindly zealous assassins who revere Mastema and see her as the true incarnation of the Original Spirit (such cults are called Mastemites). Azazel’s ranks include some of the most skilled Logos users in existence, and there are rumors that they indulge in sacrificial, cannibalistic rituals, rumors that no inquisitor would ever act on, even if they knew them to be true. The Scapegoats are Heaven’s highest and most skilled assassins, and few survive a kill order carried out by Azazel, whether it be from an archangel or Angelic Intelligence.
Territory and Planets
Heaven encompasses an astonishing portion of its home universe, even if it does not reach every corner within it due to its boundless, ever-expanding nature. The most densely populated region of Heaven is the galaxy group containing its capital planet, Mastema’s throneworld, Malkuth, the First Firmament. Encompassing exactly 60 galaxies, the First Firmament is home to around 80% of Heaven’s total population, spread out across these galaxies.
Heaven’s architecture is one of world-spanning cities, temples, and laboratories, and space stations, both small and massive, orbiting the planets above. Many of these stations are planetary halos. On these planets and stations, angels live in very small, communal living spaces with little to no room for personal belongings. The outskirts of the First Firmament grow less and less populated the further they stray from Malkuth, but there are angelic installations all over Heaven, and many worlds are not used for habitation.
Entire planets are hollowed out to be used as testing facilities or production plants, and even more are simply burnt up to nothing for the magical energy they supply. Across all of Heaven’s worlds, there is no wilderness and no wildlife. Only angels and their constructs inhabit this world, save for the occasional deformed monster that manages to spawn thanks to some loophole in Heaven’s laws. These poor creatures, typically still similar to angels in nature, are quickly killed by Shepherds. Most are pathetic, but some are particularly powerful and dangerous.
To the naked eye, Heaven’s architecture would appear stunningly and nauseatingly monochromatic, but to the advanced magical senses of angels, it shines in an entire spectrum of alien and impossible colors that defy explanation. It is made up of shining, elaborate towers and halls, smooth and perfectly defined, and yet, indistinct from every other building on every other planet in Heaven.
Within Heaven, there are about a billion to a trillion angels at any given time, with millions located outside of the universe and working in pursuit of its goals.
The Kingdom of God, Malkuth, is Heaven’s capital, Mastema’s throneworld, and the greatest and holiest of all locations in all of Heaven. It is located at the center of a galaxy mostly reserved for high-ranked angels and their work, Eden, within the supermassive black hole at its core, known as the Empyrean. Instead of a distortion in space and time, the singularity within this black hole is a gate that leads to Malkuth. The black hole itself is the planet’s halo, and without permission, reaching the inside is impossible. Space and time bend to make it infinitely distant, and every inch traveled wears away at the soul of any trespasser. Even teleportation cannot reach this space.
Malkuth is not a naturally formed planet. It was carved from metamatter by the Luminary Sovereign herself, to serve as a capital, and it is thus perfectly spherical, with a surface unbroken by even a single crater. It has a diameter of approximately ten thousand kilometers, but is incredibly dense, with a gravitational pull that would kill any ordinary living thing. It has a single moon, the home of Heaven’s supreme court, named for Mastema. The entire planet of Malkuth is a testament to Mastema’s legacy - a barren, mechanical world devoid of much life, more of a trophy than Heaven’s heart. Indeed, little of importance happens here, and most of it could be done anywhere else, but what is important and what can only be done here is vital beyond all comparison.
Every inch of Malkuth is covered by planet-wide temples and towers, buildings that stretch kilometers into the ground and surround its magical core. As big as it is, Malkuth is sparsely populated by only a few hundred angels, and few are allowed to touch foot on its surface. Only those who have cast aside ambition and self-interest in absolute loyalty to Mastema and their God are allowed here. This includes the most devout of Heaven’s monks and hermits, Azazel among them, who spend their time in meditation, prayer, and spiritual research. Many of them sit in silence for millennia at a time and stir only when Mastema demands their action.
Besides these religious fanatics, all the other archangels can come here whenever they wish, often doing so for meetings, though Jophiel is averse to doing so. The six other supreme justices are welcome, as well as select high-ranking angels - Hasdiel, Metatron, and Temeluchus, for example. For most angels, the chance to travel to Malkuth would be an unfathomably great honor, a chance to step foot on the holiest soil and taste the purest air in Heaven. Such an honor is rare, reserved only for those who have done Heaven a great service, and these visits are usually quite short.
Within its many temples and libraries, Malkuth contains the oldest and greatest records of information and history on Heaven, storing ancient secrets known only to the highest of angels. On Malkuth, there are more supercomputers than there are angels, each interfacing with Yesod and Heaven’s Halo and thus connecting directly to Mastema herself. They constantly process and record important information relayed to them from stations all across Heaven, giving Mastema access to all of it.
Of all the staggering towers and networks of tunnels on Malkuth, though, none compare to the immense, labyrinthine Imperial Palace, where Mastema sits on her throne. Its great halls go unappreciated by most, and its exterior is heavily guarded by high-ranking locusts, Mastemites, other monks, and Shepherds, few of which are allowed inside. Mastema’s sanctum is found deeper on the planet than anything else, accessible only through a single, steep vertical drop. It is made up of many rooms, primarily offices, save for, far in the back, out of sight, a bare bedroom. Her offices are covered wall to wall with screens and supercomputers connected to Yesod and Heaven’s Halo, many of them letting her look across Heaven with ease, seeing through the eyes of other angels and technology.
Far above Mastema’s chambers, a hall leads to a massive throne room, and beyond that, a tall staircase that leads to a gate of ornate gold. These doors can only be opened to Mastema, and lead to Yaldabaoth’s secluded pocket dimension, Araboth, in which she has long since lost herself to her own delusions. Mastema rarely uses the throne room, finding it pointless and inane.
Heaven’s highest security prison, Tartarus, is no conventional planet at all, unlike the others that occupy its borders. Instead, it is actually an inner world, named Panopticon Tartarus in full, given a concrete, enduring physical structure by Heavenly technology, the inner world of its warden, the Archangel of Light herself, Uriel. Most of the time, unlike Heaven’s other prisons, it is found outside of Heaven, in a dimension all its own, but Uriel’s control over it is such that she can teleport and manifest it anywhere she pleases.
Tartarus is a labyrinthine mess of tunnels carved into Heavenly technology, a space station that only happens to resemble a planet, about fifteen thousand kilometers in diameter, and outfitted with its own planetary halo and Yesod network. Both can easily interface with Heaven at any time, and, as her inner world, all of Tartarus is subject to Uriel’s absolute control. She can direct any aspect of it as if it were merely a part of her body, and her perception reaches every corner, every nook, and every cranny, making it more or less impossible to escape her notice. Not like the prisoners here are given the chance to slip out of their cells and hide. After all, their cells are not physical, but abstract pockets of isolated space within Tartarus’ Yesod network.
Prisoners are trapped inside these divisions of information space as encrypted bits of data, and left to suffer as their inner worlds are inverted and their worst nightmares brought to reality inside their sealed slumber. Helpless and trapped, these prisoners see whatever Uriel and her underlings desire, suffering through agonizing illusions meant to break their spirits, or at least amuse their guards. Some of these illusions offer a pleasant reprieve, hope that may eventually be snuffed out, or that will be allowed to flourish, just to keep a prisoner trapped inside. All of them are only left alive to experience the punishments they deserve, a process that provides power to Uriel and her angels, and the strain of which eventually kills each prisoner anyways.
Uriel’s inner world has its own staff and serves as the Shepherds’ headquarters, with high-ranking members of Angelic Intelligence free to come and go as they please, often to discuss things with their superior. The staff itself is made up of a couple hundred to thousand angels, nearly all from Angelic Intelligence, known as the Tartaruchi, or Tartarus Security Office, and led by the Deputy Warden, Temeluchus. The staff includes many doctors, guards, researchers, and torturers, responsible for maintaining the prison and keeping prisoners from escaping or dying before their time. Among these angels are countless nightmares given shape, prowling in search of prey. Though Uriel herself is not always present within, her underlings are always lurking and patrolling, and she can appear wherever she wants to inside, knowing everything that’s going on inside at all times. It is, after all, her inner world. Being within it is an act of submission in itself, and those that aren’t careful will find that they’ve unconsciously bared their souls to Uriel, sacrificing all they are and all they know.
With security like this, none have ever escaped Tartarus, at least reputedly. It is as much a tomb as it is a prison. Its halls are mazelike and confusing, a contorted and impossible mass of non-Euclidean geometry that is knotted into itself, moving through three-dimensional space and Yesod as if both were one in the same. Many of its rooms and halls are traps, meant to catch up intruders or escapees, with illusions that drag victims back to their cell while fooling them into believing they’ve escaped, rooms that indefinitely suspend them in space and time, rooms that seem to loop on infinitely, rooms where “direction” doesn’t exist, and so on. Techniques such as teleportation are only possible for those with clearance, and every movement subjects prisoners to agony and terror, so great that they may simply keel over, dead.
Tartarus is most often directed from its core (though, spatially, it isn’t at the center and doesn’t seem to properly link to any other part of the structure), specifically its control room. This control room is covered wall-to-wall in screens that show, among other things, various important prisoners and various amusing torture scenes. Uriel is often found here, torturing multiple poor individuals at once while spinning in a desk chair (or some similarly mundane angelic analogue), berating and/or sweet-talking her subordinates as she does so. She has her own private quarters here, including a bedroom, and, notably, a ‘meditation room’ in which space and time are distorted to give her an area to calm down inside when her anger gets the better of her. Usually, this involves violent tantrums, and often results in Uriel slaughtering a number of unfortunate prisoners she’s dragged inside. Their eviscerated remains are scattered about the room, and are typically butchered even further.
Another notable area, connected to and part of Tartarus’ core conceptually, if not spatially, is its “stadium”, which exists only for the sake of Uriel’s ego and sadistic obsession with combat. This stadium is a large ring surrounded by bleachers, and is meant to be the space in which Uriel puts a certain demon down once she breaks out of her prison, in front of all her loved ones and all her guards. It is one of the few places in Tartarus that is open to the sky, which is almost always a black and empty abyss, stretching on forever in all directions. In lieu of her still sealed nemesis, Uriel trains with her subordinates here, often setting them against each other, and sometimes throwing in prisoners for what is typically an instant execution.
All of Tartarus’ core, from the stadium to the control room, is the part of the structure truest to Uriel. It is the center of Uriel’s inner world, and here, its effects are more powerful than they are anywhere else. The nightmares stalking the halls are at their absolute strongest, but they are rarely an issue, as intruders here are usually either torn to shreds or dragged into their cells by nothing at all - or both, potentially lethally. Even if they survive that, the atmosphere is heavy and saps away all strength, and illusions constantly threaten to overtake them and lead them to their doom. This is a consequence of a massive Hysteria Star lying within - the very first, and essentially Uriel’s heart. This contains her greatest prisoner, the rebellious Great Red Dragon, and keeps the rest in a constant state of dread.
Other high-ranking angels with clearance, such as any of the other archangels (besides Jophiel), Hasdiel, and Temeluchus, can potentially control Tartarus in Uriel’s place, but none can do so as well as her. Typically, the proper name of Panopticon Tartarus specifically refers to it in its role as Uriel’s inner world, while Tartarus is used as a more general shorthand or to refer to the planet and structure itself.
The rogue planet Kokabiel is the headquarters of the Angelic Research Bureau, and one of the most densely populated planets in Heaven. It orbits no particular star, and instead drifts throughout Eden on a vague circling path dictated by Jophiel’s whims. Its atmosphere is choked by billions of years of industry and research, surrounded by its own halo of supercomputers, manufacturing facilities, and weapons platforms.
Like all of the important planets in Heaven, Kokabiel is not composed of physical matter, but instead metamatter, and appears to be perfectly, spherically cut from nothing, without a single flaw. When it was first made, anyways. Year after year of weapon testing and the nightmarish, exponential growth of technology has warped the planet’s surface with craters, clusters of buildings, and masses of technology growing like a forest. The planet itself has grown over time thanks to this, giving it a diameter of fifty thousand kilometers.
Kokabiel is filled with angels, mostly those from the Administrator, with members of the Angelic Research Bureau itself being a close second. The planet is without a doubt the most liberal place in Heaven, but has many, many corrupt angels and the highest rate of crime of anywhere in Heaven. The angels here do not live safe lives. Not only are they at risk of being murdered or killed in weapon testing “accidents”, getting kidnapped and experimented on is more or less and inevitability. Still, many of the angels that live here are happy to roll the die in exchange for freedom, as fleeting as it may be. Even the media here is a bit more normal than the typical fare.
Manufacturing on Kokabiel mainly takes place in the mechanical surface and on its halo, where warships, angels, and weapons are created. Kokabiel’s halo contains a complex network that watch over the planet, synchronizing with Yesod to coordinate the work it directs while simultaneously creating a separate bubble of a data space. The halo manages the planet’s motion through space, along with assault, cloaking, communication, shielding, and teleportation technology. The entire planet is built for combat, and can be said to be Jophiel’s capital ship.
Much of the research on Kokabiel occurs underground, in planet-spanning labs, complexes, and angel development facilities the size of countries. Thousands of angels are born here every day, but few ever leave Kokabiel, as it is here where the angel template is pushed to its limits, and where Heaven’s scientists work to improve on the design. Most of the angels born here are nothing more than experiments, and successful tests and sent to and replicated on the billions of devoted development planets across Heaven.
The lower these labs go, the more secret and dangerous the tests involved become. The deepest chambers are devoted entirely to working directly on Jophiel’s plans to overthrow Mastema and conquer Heaven - while most of the research done on Kokabiel works towards this goal, it is here that it is at its most blatant. Only Jophiel’s closest allies are allowed into these top secret labs. And surrounding Kokabiel’s core are Jophiel’s own private labs and quarters, where the most dangerous tests are performed. Jophiel spends much of her time here, resting, plotting, and throwing the occasional juvenile tantrum. She has her own private, luxurious retreats offworld, and on a few peaceful spots on Kokabiel constructed for this purpose.
Unbeknownst to most, Kokabiel is not just a planet. It has become an angel due to Jophiel’s augmentations, and is one of the few outside of the archangels to possess a Fruit of Life at its core, which Jophiel uses as a power source. It has its own mind, but in the end, it is little more than one of Jophiel’s many weapons, even if it may have desires of its own.
Transportation in Heaven is a simple matter due to the inherent teleportation abilities possessed by all angels, which let them teleport anywhere in Heaven instantly, making the cosmic distances separating them a non-issue. This is made even easier by hubs scattered across the universe, which make for easy beacons to track down and teleport to. As teleportation makes travel so easy, Heaven has no need for other transportation systems, and so traveling across Heaven without teleportation is a difficult task. Every path is unmarked and whatever maps are available are typically hopelessly outdated, even with devoted mapmakers in the Angelic Administration.
Due to the advanced state of Heavenly magic, it has no issues producing energy. In fact, Heaven’s own physical laws support this, as entropy is simply not an issue here, as illogical as it may be. All energy transfers are perfectly efficient and energy can be reused effectively forever until it is destroyed. Still, Heaven can only draw upon a finite amount of energy from a source at once, and so angels within the universe seek out new planets, stars, and galaxies to harvest for energy and fuel as many projects as possible. Heaven is thus a desolate place, with a sky darkened by the deaths of stars and galaxies.
While much of Heaven’s energy is derived from itself, draining galaxies and stars across the universe for fuel, just as much of it is taken from outside sources. Locusts regularly raid other universes and take planets and systems for energy, sometimes even consuming entire galaxies. Souls are also stripped away and used for power, with some particularly powerful and ancient ones providing even more than a galaxy.
Heaven has no economy and no concept of currency, besides some systems on Kokabiel and other places Jophiel manages. Angels are given everything they need, which is almost nothing, in exchange for their absolute loyalty. The only investment there is in Heaven is time - and immortals have plenty of that.
Heavenly technology and magic is extremely advanced and has been from the very beginning, thanks to Yaldabaoth’s extensive scientific and mystic knowledge. These things came naturally to her, and were only further refined during her years spent alone, in studying the natural world and admiring what she believed she created. This knowledge is immortalized in Heaven’s many innovations and magical wonders, even if the knowledge is lost to Yaldabaoth herself, living on in angels themselves, born through her use of magic.
For the most part, Heaven draws upon magical, solar, and spiritual energy to power their machines and facilities, fuelling their weapons and spaceships with what is produced by dying stars and galaxies. While each angel is a superweapon on their own, with the average locust having the power to reduce a planet to molten rock and sear its surface down to the atom, Heaven possesses more conventional weapons too, mostly equipped on spaceships, which can open up massive black holes, wipe out spiral arms, and quickly annihilate galaxies.
Heaven’s technology is used in many ways, such as interdimensional assault, communication, and travel. Their spaceships can teleport great distances, and in the event that they cannot use these abilities for whatever reason, they have their own Override Sigils allowing for faster-than-light travel. Other means are used to break past lightspeed and travel interstellar distances, such as portals, simple spatial compression, and time alteration. Heavenly technology can also be used in much the same way as magic, infringing on cause and effect, the fabric of space and time, and the fundamental, subjective concepts of soul.
Nearly all occupied planets on Heaven have complex supercomputer systems connected to Yesod, each lone unit capable of processing countless calculations in under a second, and all of them working in sync to properly process every byte of information that passes through. These supercomputers are often self-aware, even if it is somewhat rudimentary. A common sight in Heaven are planetary halos, complex systems of development facilities, supercomputer systems, and weapons platforms that orbit planets. The greatest of these systems is the halo of the rogue planet Kokabiel, the primary base of operations for the Angelic Research Bureau.
However, of all of Heaven’s starships, the greatest is the halo Godhead, also known as Heaven’s Halo. While it is similar in structure to the planetary halos that many important planets possess, it is much, much bigger, encompassing the galaxy of Eden itself like a ring. It is not just a computer, but an angel, with the capacity for magic and conscious decision-making, equipped with weapons, teleportation, and energy absorption systems. It was created by Mastema after the destruction of the original galactic halo, and is completely under her control. Over time, it has become the greatest supercomputer in Heaven - besides the archangels themselves, any one of which can outcompete even it.
Heaven’s greatest magical weapons are not the flashy, galaxy-destroying sort, though. They are the incarnated concepts known as laws, designed by Yaldabaoth in emulation of the murderous intent one of her creators brought to bear in their fight. Each law is a conceptual weapon, an idea physically incarnated and used in support of Heaven. Originally, Yaldabaoth created just nine, the natural laws, one for each of her archangels and two for herself, but she created many more for certain notable angels before becoming a recluse. Many others have been made by judicators, agents specializing in handling and creating laws, but they’re only really wielded by high-ranking angels.
Kept within a user’s soul as encrypted information, a law is manifested for use as a weapon in any number of shapes. Due to their conceptual natures, laws affect those they strike on a more fundamental level than any ordinary magic or attacks, reaching and damaging inner worlds. In addition, the effects that each law upholds, born from whatever they embody, come down on victims with force that nears, and, in some cases, reaches or exceeds the power of physical laws. This makes laws incredibly potent weapons. The majority of laws were obviously made for combat and focus on such applications, but there are those that were designed with other things in mind, executing different functions with the same force nonetheless.
Of all the works of genius in Heaven, the greatest is perhaps Yesod, the clearest demonstration of the intellect once possessed by the Luminary Sovereign. During the birth and formation of the universe that became Heaven, Yaldabaoth implanted the code for Yesod into its reality, causing it to spread all across the universe as it expanded. It is an Override Sigil that acts on a universal scale, a cloud of information that is linked to every single angel in Heaven.
Yesod is the foundation of communications systems in Heaven, a complex magical network that exists throughout the entire universe. All angels instinctively utilize it to communicate, share information with others, and manage data, and so it has grown to become something akin to a hive mind. It connects all angels, all their constructs, and all their computers, and is so natural for them that it’s like a whole other sense. While most angels use it for their work, the more competent and powerful are able to manipulate it themselves to tap into the flow of information and observe angels and their thoughts. When transmitted through Yesod, telepathy can easily reach and potentially control the minds of other angels.
Information in Yesod is transmitted through many dimensions at once, at many different frequencies, and Yesod exists throughout all of them. While there is a single unified Yesod network throughout all of Heaven, higher-ranked angels maintain their own more private networks that function on separate frequencies and dimensions, and the archangels have their own layer that is theirs alone. Jophiel has her own as well, centered around Kokabiel and shielded against hacking attempts so as to keep her information secret.
All the information that passes through every Yesod channel, save for Jophiel’s own, floods back to Mastema’s throne on Malkuth, where she carefully combs through every byte in search of vital information. Uriel, Sariel, and Gabriel assist in this - for the lot of them, the minds of angels are just open books. Due to Yesod’s integration with the base Reality of Heaven, it has much more uses than an ordinary cloud. The most capable and powerful can use it to program parts of Heaven, as if it were its source code. This is extremely difficult, requiring the knowledge to handle, interpret, and manipulate information across multiple spatial dimensions, often necessitating the manipulation of even these dimensions as well.
Yesod can theoretically be used by other beings if they knew what to do, but it has numerous failsafes in place to stop any non-angelic being from utilizing it, as well as any angel not allied with Heaven. To them, Yesod may as well not exist. This is without getting into how hard it is to hack into and control something so complex, especially when a large part of Gabriel’s duties revolve around actively patching up holes and counterattacking anyone stupid enough to try.
Society and Culture
Heaven is highly bureaucratic, totalitarian, and theocratic. All the highest-ranking angels in Heaven are religious figures, seen as near the glory of the Divine, capable of dispensing divine wisdom. The archangels specifically are extremely important religious figures, treated with equal parts fear, love, and reverence. Rising to a higher class is possible and not exactly uncommon - for angels, their jobs are intrinsically related to their class and identity, and if they perform their jobs well, they may be rewarded. They can only rise so high in the end, though.
Heaven suppresses knowledge and has falsified most of its history through a combination of propaganda and revisionism. Most angels that live in Heaven never leave, so its depictions of the outside world and everything else are inevitably picked up without much possibility for resistance. Heaven’s physical and interdimensional borders are heavily protected in order to maintain this obliviousness, and passage must be cleared and granted even for high-ranking angels.
Many of the highest-ranking angels in Heaven are generally - but not openly - seen as above the law. As long as they remain useful, continue to work in Heaven’s best interest, and aren’t “degenerate”, they are able to do whatever they please without fear of punishment. As a result, corruption is unsurprisingly widespread, though the archangels tolerate it more than anything - pushing one’s luck will end poorly, without even a trial.
What passes for popular culture in Heaven is 100% propaganda. Every piece of fiction is a hypnotic, mind numbing nightmare, inundated with misinformation that blurs the line between fiction and reality. Most angels have no distinction between these concepts, and will accept anything they are told by the news and the media, the watching of which is typically mandatory.
As mentioned earlier, Heaven’s state religion is the Heavenly Mercy, which regulates the worship of the Luminary Sovereign, Yaldabaoth, who ordered all things and reached paradise. Virtually all angels are practicing members of the faith, even if only because regular prayer and attendance of services may as well be mandatory, and those that aren’t often suffer the consequences. As a result, the Heavenly Mercy completely dominates Heavenly culture and dictates much of angelic life.
According to doctrine, the Luminary Sovereign came into existence from nothing, and as a simple consequence of her being, an infinity flowed forth. She shaped this everything to create the paradisiacal First World, a utopian realm in which all things were perfect and in concert with one another, acting as one. The First World is typically considered to be the same thing as the original seraphic empire that Yaldabaoth claimed to exist under her rule in the past - an empire in which all things were just and at peace, where life was eternal and secure.
This world was said to be perfect, a world where none could disturb the true order of things. It was a place beyond perception, where there were no desires or thoughts to disturb the serene stillness of the Original Spirit. Except, after an eternity, there was a flicker in this infinity, a second of disturbance, the first accursed thought. The Luminary Sovereign could have prevented this, but in the face of this first flicker of individuality, she decided to humor it. To show it the depth of its folly in a world grand beyond its infantile ability to fathom. This first instant of sinful thought shattered her creation, destroying the First World in a carefully orchestrated collapse.
This was intended. The First World fell apart into a broken infinity, a shadow of its original self, a world beyond simple conceptions of being and non-being, beyond time and space, and beyond all meaningless and ultimately fruitless divisions. What remains is the world known today, and as the Luminary Sovereign left this fallen world behind, eight tattered scraps of her very self, wilfully discarded, drifted down into the chaos. And they became the archangels, who would lead Yaldabaoth’s flock, the angels that followed them, on a path of redemption that would bring them back to their creator, who awaits in a truer paradise. One that was truly perfect and could never be despoiled, often called the Hidden or Zeroth World.
As the largest pieces of the Original Spirit, these archangels are revered as close to gods by angels. Save for the eighth. According to the Mercy, this eighth archangel was born from that first accursed thought, and remained as a test for Heaven’s people. It was a test they passed, as the monster was uprooted, slain and discarded. Of course, this eighth being never really existed. At first its existence was more metaphorical, a symbol of sin and trial, but it came to be equated with the rebellious Lucifer, and simultaneously remains an abstract figure in doctrine.
Due to these associations, eight is an unlucky number in Heaven, symbolizing the bastardization of something already complete with an unnecessary addition. It is associated with disaster and misfortune. This is reflected by Angelic Intelligence, or Halo Eight, which promises collapse and disorder for its enemies, and which focuses on rooting out any unwanted thoughts. It is an embodiment of misfortune, dedicated both to its destruction and exploitation. As a result, it is regarded with fear by most angels, who know what it means.
Death, and the Reaping
Central to the Mercy is, well, mercy. Yaldabaoth’s flock remains in the carcass of the First World as a test. They are expected to prove to their creator that, even given a flawed form subject to mortal failings in a broken world, they can continue to do the right thing and work in her name, and then reunite with her in death. In the modern day, working in her name means reaping the living. For only when the Heavenly flock earns its weight in the corpses of the bastard animals, born from chaos, can all things rest.
After all, life itself is the original sin. It was by becoming separate from the Original Spirit that the First World was despoiled, and every moment spent away from her is filthy and sad, even for the disgusting creatures found outside of Heaven. Death is thus a blessing, for all things, be they angel or animal. This fate is to be brought en masse by Mastema, highest of the archangels, when it has been earned. Until then, angels live and die reaping, or at least supporting these efforts. Those that die are regarded with a respectful envy, and their departures are typically celebrated. But not all.
Death is a complex matter. It is a blessing, yes, but sometimes it happens despite being unearned, and sometimes it happens for no reason at all. Mastema is a symbol of all death, from the meaningless and trite to the utter oblivion that awaits the flock in their apocalyptic rapture, but her younger siblings, Abaddon and Uriel, represent the “little deaths”. The deaths suffered by individuals, as individuals.
Abaddon embodies honorable death. Death that occurs in the pursuit of a goal and which has purpose in and of itself. Most military deaths are considered honorable by default, and angels that die in such a manner are seen as martyrs. Those that are so lucky as to have heroic deaths, deaths that enable some great accomplishment by others, or by the one to pass on themself, are especially revered. And if one dies after a long life spent doing good, even if the death itself was not particularly heroic, it is regarded as noble and just.
Uriel, however, embodies the opposite - disgraceful death. This is the fate that awaits the vast majority of the bastard animals outside of Heaven, but it is not an end denied to angels. Those that die accomplishing nothing are regarded with pity and fall under Uriel’s jurisdiction, garnering little attention, positive or negative. Those who make things worse and die in the process are seen with disgust, however. Angels who turn against Heaven and have to be killed, for example, and those whose own poor judgement leads themselves and others to meaningless deaths. Experiencing such a death is the greatest fear for many an angel. Only a Fall is worse, and Falling usually results in a disgraceful death anyways.
It is often hard to draw the line between disgraceful and honorable death, and angels often debate it. A particularly contentious matter is suicide, which can fall anywhere on either spectrum depending on the conditions. Willful and successful sacrifice for the sake of another is noble, but a pointless sacrifice that could be avoided is a pathetic failure. It gets more complicated when it comes to suicide outside of sacrifice. Is it noble, or disgraceful, for an angel, at the end of their rope, to end a life of service in pursuit of peace? It depends on the life they’ve lived, but even with the most otherwise heroic, revered angels, it is highly contested.
Just as death is debated, so is the nature of reaping. Few try to claim that it means anything but killing others - the question is how. Those close to Mastema and Raphael advocate for swift, painless reaping, but those who follow Uriel subscribe by a different notion. The reaping practiced by Shepherds is cruel, as those they pursue are invariably destined for disgraceful deaths. It often involves torture, both psychological and spiritual, and in many cases ends only when the victim has begged to be put out of their misery - as all things, be they angel or animal, should. It is a blessing, after all.
But the most noble approach to reaping is simple, and near universally agreed upon. Sacrifice is deeply respected in Heaven, and the greatest sacrifice of all is to deny one’s own death to continue your duty. To refuse rest, reject your reprieve, and instead help others at every opportunity. And by help, that of course means reap. To prolong your life for the purpose of cutting others' short is noble, and the truest sacrifice, one that will prove better than any other that the Heavenly flock is truly selfless and deserves peace. Whether you bring mercy or torture, so long as you live only to reap, it is just.
Key to both Heavenly religion and culture in general, Logos is a martial art, philosophy, and system of magic instinctively known by all angels. By accepting their own irrelevance, the user clears their mind and soul of all distractions, letting go of emotion and identity for a time to allow for better focus on the tasks at hand. This makes it difficult for angels to form stable identities and properly process emotions, and as they generally lack strong identities and emotions by default, angels are naturally well-suited to the use of Logos.
Practicing Logos is seen as an act of prayer in and of itself, and by using it, angels are subscribing to the philosophy it represents. This philosophy revolves around the art of self-sacrifice, something essential to Heavenly morals. By erasing one’s own identity for the sake of Heaven’s goals, an angel is affirming their morality, and that they are merely an immeasurably tiny fragment of something unfathomably vast and good. Personal identity and independent thought are all aspects of the original sin, and by sacrificing them, an angel is proving that they deserve to rest one day.
While all angels have instinctual knowledge of Logos, which they use as a fallback in emergencies, there are those who take it far further than others. Any angel used to combat is sure to become more and more skilled in the art, but the greatest of its users are the most religious of the lot, often called monks. These monks, usually members of the Heavenly Mercy itself, treat Logos as the highest form of worship, and train in its use constantly. This involves regular meditation, so intense in nature that the user’s self is relinquished, and the overuse of Logos exercised by monks often means they act primarily on instinct rather than any real self-awareness.
The end goal of Logos is to fully erase one’s own soul and become an existence that asserts itself even in non-being. Each and every use of Logos will slowly lead to this result, but it cannot be reached through martial mastery alone. A practitioner must discard their own desires and sense of self, eventually transcending their soul and becoming nothing. Of every angel, and all the others to ever make use of Logos, only Mastema and Raphael have ever mastered the art to this degree, and for this, they are widely revered as the greatest and purest of all beings. Of course, their preexisting extremely high status in the Heavenly Mercy helps.
Powers and Statistics
Tier: High 5-A | 4-B to 4-A | 3-C
Civilization Type: Multiversal Civilization. Heaven has complete control over its own universe and its rule is slowly spreading into other universes as well.
Kardashev Level: Type III. Heavenly technology can harness the energy of entire galaxies, burning them up into nothing but pure energy.
Technology and Abilities:
Magic (The magic used by agents is a process of making their Fantasy into Reality), Energy Manipulation (Heaven has limitless energy and perfectly efficient reactions due to a lack of entropy), Extrasensory Perception (Heaven maintains a complex network of sensory systems that can quickly pick up on superluminal movement and activity in other universes), Forcefield Creation (Universal shielding that bars teleportation, observation, and communication from other universes without proper clearance), Living and often self-aware supercomputers capable of processing vast amounts of information quickly, Planet-spanning angel production plants, Universal data processing and information transfers through Yesod, a universe-spanning Override Sigil
Black Hole Manipulation, Causality Manipulation (Can alter the process of cause and effect, forcing it to support Heavenly goals), Conceptual Manipulation (Type 4; can alter and even destroy the concepts and ideas that exist in the soul and direct magic. Heavenly technology can also introduce new concepts outright, or incarnate them as weapons known as laws), Death Manipulation (Can introduce the concept of death and instantly kill other beings through magic and specialized weaponry), Fear Manipulation (Shepherds can induce intense fear and panic on a global scale), Higher-Dimensional Manipulation (Can manipulate and utilize higher dimensions for the processing, transfer, and storage of data, or for assault and transportation), Information Manipulation (Can manipulate information and data within Yesod and can transmit information across multiple dimensional scales and frequencies), Law Manipulation (Can create and manipulate laws, incarnated concepts that enforce certain effects as if they were fundamental to reality), Mind Manipulation (Can dominate the minds of others, with widespread use of mind controlling propaganda and magic that can wipe out the identities of others completely), Physics Manipulation (Can alter and redefine the laws of physics, even incarnating some physical laws as conceptual weapons), Probability Manipulation (Can skew chance or discard it entirely), Quantum Manipulation, Soul Manipulation (Can harness the magical energy of souls and burn them up on an interstellar scale for magical energy, and can create the souls of angels. Every angel knows how to harm the soul), Spatial Manipulation, Time Manipulation, Absorption (Heavenly technology can be used to absorb energy and consume entire planets, stars, and galaxies, converting them into pure sources of magical energy), Dimensional Travel, Portal Creation, Precognition (Heavenly supercomputers can predict the future through sheer force of calculation), Reality Warping (All combat-ready angels have knowledge of Override Sigils, which can be used to overwrite the laws of physics, and Heaven has technology that allows them to "program" reality and change its laws as they please), Sealing (Any prisoners Heaven takes are typically sealed into Yesod as encrypted information), Telepathy (Angels can communicate across cross-dimensional distances and transmit information using their halos and their connection to Yesod), Teleportation (Angels can teleport transdimensional distances, as can Heavenly warships)
Attack Potency: Dwarf Star level (The average combat-ready angel can destroy a planet and a single one would be a peer of EQUINOX and Alice at the time of their fight on Earth, during which EQUINOX converted 80% of the Moon into energy) | Solar System level to Multi-Solar System level (Angelic starships can triggers stars to burst into supernova and completely destroy their star systems, completely drain the energy of stars and black holes, and destroy spiral arms with single shots) | Galaxy level (The greatest of Heaven's ships can completely consume the energy of galaxies to fuel their own operations and decimate them in a short amount of time with sustained fire. The largest and greatest of their ships, Godhead, is large enough to surround a galaxy).
Power Source: Magical energy derived from the harvests of planets, stars, galaxies, and souls. Due to Heaven's lack of entropy, all energy processes in Heaven are perfectly efficient and energy is never lost under normal circumstances, so it has access to limitless amounts of energy and can use all energy sources infinitely.
Industrial Capacity: Billions of planets dedicated to the development of angels and other weapons, capable of producing thousands upon thousands of angels in a single day. Other facilities produce starships and weapons in giant country-sized foundries, incessantly creating hundreds to thousands of ships in only a few days.
Military Prowess: The Heavenly Host is made up of millions of combat ready angels created and enhanced through blends of magic and technology to be natural killing machines capable of single-handedly destroying planets and wiping out interstellar civilizations.
Weaknesses: Angels are ignorant, blinded by propaganda, completely loyal to Heaven, have little capacity for emotion and tend to think in stark black and white terms. Heaven itself is somewhat unstable due to Mastema's control over it and her self-destructive intent, and its great size means that it must deal with many opponents from all sides, including rebellious factions from within.
Key: Average Combat-Ready Angels | Starships | Capital Ships / Godhead
Archangel: Mastema, Archangel of Justice
The Heavenly HostArchangel: Abaddon, Archangel of War
Archangel: Uriel, Archangel of Light
- Hasdiel, Deputy Director of Angelic Intelligence
- Temeluchus, Deputy Warden of Tartarus
The Heavenly Press
Archangel: Sariel, Archangel of Truth
Seraphic Idol Corps:
- Metatron, Voice of God
The Angelic Research Bureau
Archangel: Jophiel, Archangel of Knowledge
- Raziel, Law of Secrets
The Angelic Administration
Archangel: Gabriel, Archangel of Duty
The Heavenly Mercy
Archangel: Raphael, Archangel of Mercy
- Azrael, the Merciful Death
- Dumah, the Silent Death
- Heaven's emblem is a winged star with a halo.