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As Jibreel walked into the second heaven, he saw his brothers and sisters sitting around, still chatting about who would be the next prophet. He noticed Adam, Eve, Abel, Azura, and Imlika sitting quietly, looking really down.
The moment he entered, every angel turned to him.
"Oh! Brother Jibreel! You're here?" one of them said.
"Heh, yeah," Jibreel replied casually.
Then one of his younger brothers grinned. "Sooo… how's your wife, huh? You really fell for her, didn't you?"
Jibreel blinked, surprised. "Huh?! Wait, how do you even know about that?"
"Come on, don't be so clueless, bro!" another angel chuckled. "We got Omniversal TV! We can see any timeline. Sometimes we sneak a peek!"
"Y-You what!?" Jibreel said, shocked.
"Relax, relax," said Cocobell, waving his hand. "We only watched the battle scenes, promise. Nothing… weird. Just fights. You're safe."
Jibreel let out a huge sigh of relief. Deep down, he knew his siblings weren't the type to lie. They could lie, technically… but it just wasn't their style. They were way too honest for that.
"So, where is she now?" Ramayil asked, curious.
"She's with Mother… in the third heaven," Jibreel replied calmly. Then he turned to Adam, Eve, and their children. "Hey… what's wrong? Why do you all look so down?"
Adam sighed deeply. "I tried to stop them… I really did. I told them what to do, what not to do… but they still chose gold and fake things over the light of our Creator. They chased pleasure. They forgot the truth…"
Eve gently placed her hand on Adam's shoulder. "Don't carry this all alone, Adam."
"Yes, Father," Azura added softly, trying to comfort him.
Abel and Imlika didn't say anything. They just sat there, quietly watching something on the Omniversal screen—specifically, a scene showing their brother Cain , who had built an empire and watched his family die… now standing alone by the sea. That scene always hit hard.
Jibreel sat down beside Adam. "You don't have to carry this burden alone, Adam," he said. The other angels also nodded, trying to cheer him up.
Soon, the topic shifted back to the prophet.
"So, Jibreel," said one of his sisters, "has Father really chosen the next prophet?"
Jibreel nodded. "Yes. Through him, Father—the Creator—will guide humanity once more."
"The prophet has been chosen…" said Ramel with a serious look.
"Yes, sister," Jibreel confirmed.
"Who is it?" Lemiel asked curiously, her voice calm but sharp.
Jibreel was about to answer, but Ezekiel jumped in.
"Jared, right?" he said.
Jibreel gave a small smile. "Yeah… Jared." while Lemiel Nodded
Lemiel, being the angel of intelligence, nodded like she already knew. Her brain worked faster than most. She could see through things others couldn't.
"But… why doesn't Father just go himself?" one of the angels asked quietly.
Everyone went silent for a second. Even Adam turned to look.
"It's not that simple," Jibreel said, shaking his head slowly. "Father isn't human. He's truly omnipotent—all-powerful—and truly omniscient—he knows everything."
"Sure, He can take a human form," Jibreel continued, "but think about it... even if just a tiny bit of His power enters Earth, the whole world could be wiped out."
"That's why He sends prophets," Ramel added. "People chosen by Him… to guide others."
Jibreel nodded. "Yeah. He leads people through people. That's the only way the world can handle it."
"We've all seen it… Father's anger. That fight between the Omniversal Being and the Outer Being… you remember that, right?"
Everyone nodded slightly, the memory flashing in their minds.
"That battle created new layers of reality… 61 Omniversal Layers," Jibreel said. "And even then, Father was only using a small percent of His power… and He was playing with that thing."
"Just imagine," said Cocobell, eyes wide. "He was barely trying, and it still made the whole Omniverse shake."
"Exactly," Jibreel said. "If He actually went to Earth… even in a human form… Earth would have to change just to handle Him. Its gravity would multiply millions—no—sattillions of times just to stay together."
"And if that happens," Lemiel said, finishing the thought, "what about the humans?"
"They'd be crushed," said Azura softly. "Turned into… paste. Their bodies can't handle that kind of change."
Jibreel nodded again. "Even an inferior version of Father… like just a representation of creation in the 61st Layer… tried to enter Earth once."
"The moment that being touched Earth," Jibreel said, his tone serious, "the planet—and the entire universe—was destroyed. Even though it was holding back a huge part of its power."
"In the end, it had to start over… recreate everything. And choose the prophet way instead. Just like Father."
"Think about that," he said, looking around. "That being was just a lower copy of Father. And it still crushed an entire planet with just a step."
Everyone sat in silence.
"That's why Father doesn't go Himself," Jibreel said finally, eyes distant. "It's not that He can't. It's that He cares too much… to destroy what He created."
"Alright then, you guys can talk among yourselves now," Jibreel said, his tone calm.
"Wait—where are you going?" Adam asked, looking up at him.
"Meeting Jared," Jibreel replied with a small smile, and in a flash of light, he vanished from Second Heaven.
And now… let's shift.
To Earth. DxD timeline. In the beginning.
Long after Adam walked the Earth as the first prophet… many generations passed.
He had Abel and Cain. But as we know, Cain killed Abel.
Later, Seth was born. He married Imlica and Azura. From that line came Enoch.
When Enoch was born, he and Seth kept the flame of truth burning. That truth?
God is everything. The Creator.
As time passed, a woman named Joeria found Cain. Together, they built the Empire of Enoch.
But this Enoch was not the same as the prophet. It was a kingdom… a legacy passed down.
Meanwhile, where Seth, Enoch, and their families lived, they created a city called Zahar.
It was a peaceful place—built to reflect the Garden of Eden in Heaven.
But peace doesn't last forever.
As time moved on, three powerful men rose.
Zamar—the Gold Lord.
He worshipped the memory of Enoch… but misunderstood it.
He believed gold and wealth were signs of God's love.
To him, riches meant blessings. That was his "faith."
Bakan—the Plagiarism King.
He believed copying others was a gift.
"Why create something new? Just enjoy life!" he said.
He built a city of wine, women, and wild parties.
His motto?
"Life is short. Eat, love, laugh. Forget tomorrow. This is how God wants us to live!"
Aramas—the Priest of Darkness.
He wore white robes. Spoke holy words.
But his heart was full of lies.
He twisted Adam's teachings.
He told the poor,
"God is angry at you… only I can save you."
He gave fake blessings… and fake curses.
He made people think he was the voice of God.
And slowly… the world started to fall apart.
Yes, they still knew God.
Yes, they still believed in the Creator.
But the world became more attractive.
Brothers started cheating brothers for gold and land.
Mothers left behind truth… just to chase pleasure and status.
Children stopped learning about honesty and faith.
Now they only cared about money, fun, and fake happiness.
People still said,
"God is watching."
But it became just… words.
They feared God, yes.
But like a ghost story, not like the true Creator.
They used God's name as a tool… not as a way of life.
But even in a world like that, far from the chaos of the city, there was a small village called Runia.
The people there lived quietly, peacefully. And among them, there was one man—a simple guy. But to everyone there, he was the village chief. His name... Jared.
He was a shepherd, a healer, and a teacher. And yeah, he wasn't just anyone. He was well-known across many lands. Why? Because Jared was the direct great-great-great-grandson of Adam and Eve.
Even now, he still remembers everything his great-grandfather told him—
Stuff like:
"Don't lie. Don't cheat. Be kind. Be humble. Always follow the path of truth."
Every week, Jared would climb the tallest hill near the village. He'd look toward the big city Zahar, raise his voice, and shout:
"O people of Zahar! You've lost your way!
You build fancy buildings, but your hearts are like stone—cold and broken.
Come back! Follow the path of our ancestor, Adam!
Worship the Creator!
Get rid of this sickness and corruption! Return to the truth!"
Every time he shouted, some people cried.
Some just nodded in silence.
But most of them?
They just laughed... and walked away.
The poor, the widows, the slaves—people who were broken, cast aside by the city's rich and powerful—they all started coming to Jared.
The man who fed them.
The man who healed them.
The man who taught them the old ways—the teachings passed down from Adam and Eve.
Jared always reminded them,
"There is only One Creator. He's not in gold. Not in pleasure. Not in power. He's above all of that."
He'd say with a calm but strong voice,
"Don't fear the fake lords—Zamar, the lord of gold... or Bakan, the king of lies. The true Creator is watching. He'll send help. Just like Adam and Eve said... God will guide us again. Through a prophet."
Back at home, Jared's wife, Nama, was gentle and kind. She was also pregnant.
She had strange dreams.
Dreams of a child glowing with light, walking under the stars, leading people behind him.
Jared believed it. Deep in his heart, he knew...
"Maybe... our son will be the one. A prophet."
Every night, Jared would place his hand on her belly, smiling gently.
Nama whispered,
"My child... the world is bleeding. It's falling into darkness. Maybe you'll be its healer... or the light it follows. Don't run from the darkness—go through it, and light the way."
Then one night, something happened.
Jared was out in the fields, sleeping beside his animals like always.
But that night… the wind stopped.
The stars looked brighter.
Everything went still.
He had a dream—but it felt way too real.
He stood inside pure light. Not fire, not sky... just light. So warm, so bright. And then—they appeared.
Twelve mighty beings with wings.
Their wings were HUGE—like, each wing was the size of his whole village.
They wore glowing robes, and their presence made the air itself shake.
Jared fell to his knees, eyes full of tears.
One stepped forward.
He smiled gently.
"O Jared, faithful servant of the Most High... I rejoice."
"I am Jibrail I bring you news: Your son... will be a prophet. A man of wisdom. A guide to the people."
"You will name him. He will teach men to read and write. He will guide the righteous. He will raise morality in the hearts of the lost. And the light will be born through him."
Jared could barely breathe.
"But... how?" he asked, shaking.
"The people are broken! They've killed truth! They say they believe in God... but it's only words! They worship gold! They enslave their brothers and call it holy! They pretend to be good... but their hearts are rotten!"
Jabril looked into his eyes and said:
"The Creator doesn't need the world...
But the world cannot live without the Creator.
Even if they forget Him...
He has not forgotten them.
He is the Guide—and He shall guide again."
And just like that, Jared woke up, breathing heavy.
He ran home, told everything to Nama. She believed him. She always did. He never lied. Not to her. Not to anyone.
But others? Most of them laughed at him.
Only a few believed.
Then came the day.
The sky was clear.
The wind was calm.
Even the trees—bare for months—suddenly bloomed green.
Jared stood outside, eyes full of emotion.
"The light... it's coming back," he whispered.
"The truth... is being born again."
Then—
A voice called out:
"Jared! Jared!! Come quickly!!"
He rushed inside.
Nama was lying down, surrounded by the women he had saved.
They smiled at him.
"Congratulations, Jared... you're a father."
He walked forward, slowly, his eyes wide, hands shaking.
He picked up his newborn son.
Nama looked at him and asked gently,
"What will we name him, honey?"
Jared looked at his son—his light.
Bright eyes. Pure soul.
He smiled and whispered:
"His name... will be Enoch."