A charming portrayal of the universally acknowledged narration of an impending ultimate battle;the final battle between good and evil--the Armageddon.
Pergamus the prime seraph and some rebellious cherubs challenge the ultimate being; lord Megas, so he orders his favorite being Medon to contend with them. In the battle that ensues, both Pergamus and his rebellious cherubs are vanquished and hurled to the realms down below.There they try to annihilate a certain group of people--the holy ones.
Medon comes to the realms down below and inhabits the body of a boy called Alan in order to fight Pergamus and the bad cherubs.
With just a potent stare from his eyes, Medon decimates the bodies of all the cherubs.Then he goes into the cherub's domicile to look for Pergamus and something like a spear with an octopus-like head scurries forth from the palm of Pergamus and sticks implishly on his chest.
The two titans of creation tug until Medon finally dissolves the body of Pergamus with lightning rays from his eyes.
Pergamus the prime seraph trod leisurely in a spacious expanse in the lofty realms, clad in a fiery-colored wear from head to toe. The expanse was wide, in a way that it seemed limitless; the floor was greenish and it had uneven layers of heaps that looked like layers of clouds; and the upper atmosphere looked hazy. The place could be seen like any other place composed of substance and matter but in reality it was not. The expanse, like all other places in the lofty realms, wasn’t made of even the least streak of substance and matter. So it was a totally incorporeal place. And because it was such a place, only totally incorporeal bodies could thrive there, bodies functioning in just the same manner as the environment.
Pergamus the prime seraph was just such a being with the right bodily functions to thrive in the lofty realms. Neither was he composed of any substance or matter nor was he corporeal. It wasn’t that he was impersonal and he didn’t possess a body or definite form. He had a perfect body and definite form. But just like the incorporeal environment of the lofty realms, he also had such a body. In short, it was a spiritual body that he had, and he was a spirit.
The atmosphere and environment that Pergamus was walking on was utterly incorporeal and only him whose body was also that way could tread there. The floor of the spacious expanse that Pergamus was walking was as permeable as air itself and so any corporeal being couldn’t walk on top of it without getting stuck or sinking down like how a man trying to walk on top of water would sink down. But Pergamus was walking on top of the floor as if it was one of substance and matter; a hard, solid floor.
To someone composed of substance and matter, someone not living in the lofty realms, the sight of Pergamus walking easily on incorporeal ground would be an unusual spectacle and miracle of the highest degree. But the lofty realms were the realms where miracles lived, and walking on incorporeal grounds was just one of the least of its miracles.
Pergamus was a seraph; a prime seraph; the most superior and powerful hierarchy in the lofty realms. Thus there were other seraphs, but they were lesser in rank to Pergamus. The difference in rank between the seraphs was known just on sight; it was very visible, and it was the kind of color of the wear on the body of a seraph. Colors played a major role in a lot of things in the lofty realms, but it especially defined ranks and positions. The rest of the seraphs were draped in other colors but only the prime seraph Pergamus was clad in a fiery-colored, scarlet wear. Redness in the lofty realms heralded power, justice and valiance; though not for the sake of combat but for just that of the manifestation and glorification of the attribute of power, since warfare was totally unknown then. Thus the redness of the wear on the body of Pergamus was a literal, palpable indication of his highly substantive rank in the lofty realms and especially among the unusually powerful seraph hierarchy.
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