Legend of the Cleric

There is a man.


He is called the Cleric. He is the only man in the world to hold this title. No other priest, clergymen, nun, or otherwise holy figure dare take his title, for fear of obliteration.


He has seen the world scoured by angels. He has learned their secrets. He has seen their genesis.


He has learned how to birth angels.


And how to make them obey.


The Cleric speaks to birds. Birds are holy creatures from which man forged the first angel from.


He serves no god. He is not a vessel for any such power. He is the maestro. He is the Conductor of the Choirs of Heaven.


All angels serve the Cleric. From the prayers of a billion wronged people he has made an army to bring forth a new world.


The War Against Heaven is a war against the Cleric.


He is not a Messiah. He is not a Saint. He is not Royalty. he has no Muse to guide him, nor gun to wield. He knows no magic.


The angels are bound to his flesh. Tattooed across his skin are gospels.


He forged Heaven, the City of Aasimar. He was not the one who began, nor is the one who continues, the blessing of virgin women to give birth to Aasimar and Tieflings.


Though he forges Angels, he did not forge the 9 Spheres, nor the Archangels, nor the Zodiac. He merely sped up the process.


The Angels cannot brainwash him. They cannot make him believe in them. They are his children, and they obey their father without complaint or argument.


Behold the Cleric, for he is mighty.