The Primordial Record novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201 The First Angel (final)

The flames vanished and what was left was a seamless armor that reminded Rowan of his shell, the color was close to silver but with darker shades, there were simple Runes on the armor that Rowan could not comprehend because they seemed alive and moved around the armor of the Angel. An eye was imprinted on the chest of the armor that blinked and looked around.

The Angel stepped forward and conjured a long blade of flames more than six feet long, containing Runes, the flame was so solid it resembled a red metal.

it knelt on one knee and a voice hard to describe spoke because it was not emerging from the mouth of the Angel, but from its wings.

"I am your sword and your shield. My existence is to spread your glory until the ends of all time. I am Suriel, and I await your commands. Father."

As it spoke, its body and armor shifted and expanded, as if the process of assuming the name was changing it, and its androgynous features became more refined until its form resembled that of a man, alongside it voice.

When he called Rowan father, his voice was now deep and masculine. From the kneeling Angels of Char came many whispers of "Father."

Rowan could feel the power radiating from the Angel, like the heat from the sun. If he were to gauge its level, it would be at the Incarnation State, but that would be a poor way to judge its capabilities.

He would need to test his combat abilities later, but that was not the main reason he created Suriel.

It was for the purpose of his eyes.

"Raise Suriel, what can you show me of the world."

The Angel stood up from his crouch, "Everything! Father."

Rowan paused and stood up from his Throne. The cloak of shadow billowed around him, extending into the ground as if he were cloaked by darkness, and he grinned,

"Show me."

Suriel wings spread out, and his armored feet left the ground, each of his wings were almost twelve feet long, and the platinum feathers resembled shining blades. His wings suddenly caught ablaze, and he zoomed off, piercing through the ground and escaping into the atmosphere.

His speed was both quick and silent, as he melted his way through rock and ice with no visible hindrance, as if he was a hot knife piercing through butter.

He flew higher, past the clouds, and with every beat if his wings he began moving faster, and quicker than Rowan would have thought possible, every wing beat seemed to be doubling its speed, and in a few seconds it was outside the planet.

Such speed from the lowest level of his Angel who had not fully developed his strength, gave Rowan hope for the possibilities Suriel's other powers would bring.

The flight Ability from his Angel was a power to double their speed with every beat of their wings!

The eyes in his chest blazed before going dim, and Suriel wrapped his wings around his body and seemed to turn into a metallic construct.

Rowan felt a mind brush one if his pillar of consciousness, and he allowed it access, and he saw the world from the point of view of the Angel.