The result of the discussion greately upset the Archangel. Knowing that Hum has a firm grip on life and death is a thought that will make Alcadeas unsettled for years to come. Still, it is the order of the All Father, and whatever he orders, it is bound to be made reality by righteousness. Without further due, Alcadeas took it's flight over the skies and the sea, leaving behind a faint trail of feathers that gently blew through the wind and the clouds, reflecting at times the strong shine of the sun, travelling angelically back towards the peninsula that now bears his name, in order to resume his work.

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In the years that followed, Alcadeas began to contemplate further and further with the concept of time. Endless meditation sessions proved to be fruitless in a proper understandment of 'time'. What purpose does it serve? Why aren't we affected by the weariness of time? Why did the All Father create it? Nevertheless, Alcadeas pursued further contemplation...until one day. While walking through the fertile fields of wheat and olive trees beneath the strong sun, the Archangel materialized time itself on him without knowing at first, but he soon came to realise the power and effects of time. The countless hours of meditation and concept creation regarding time materialized through the celestial powers of Alcadeas on his very self. With every step forward, he felt the weariness of old age through the knees and bones. Almost half of his feathers began to fall down through the wheat spices. His sight began to deteriorate, as he struggled to view the horizon properly. Rising both of his hands forward in order to look at them, his right hand was still as youthful as he normally looked, but his left hand was plagued by stern and deep trenches through the skin, his olive skin being replaced by a grey and dull nuance steadily. In a split of a second, after witnessing the destructive power of time, Alcadeas used his powers in order to return the vitality of youth back to his body, replacing the aged weariness over him with the youthful aspect again.

Suddently, an image began to take shape inside his mind, as if it was reality before his eyes. He saw the vastness of the sea and it's waves pierced by the bow of large wooden ships, carried by the wind towards faraway lands. Colossal monuments dedicated to the pantheon of gods, of marble and gold. Great cities of stone and brick lay before the Archangel's eyes, filled to the brim with people in his image. The last vision he saw was the suffering of war, with arrows and swords clashing with thunderous sounds against the armours, expanding the kingdoms of earthly leaders. The potential of such greatness could not be avoided, at least by Alcadeas. His present family was disfunctional, except for the All Father, in the eyes of Alcadeas. He needed a new family, a family composed of many nations, each being a world of it's own. At the base of each world has to stay one microorganism, so tiny in comparsion to everything, yet so powerful and necessary that without it, it would mean nothing: a family. A family in the image of his own. A father, to rule the household and bestow honor, leadership and masculinity over his loved ones. A mother, the hope and guarantee that the linage of men shall pass on, a delicate and strong character that will be the precious blessed caretaker of the household. And finally, the child, which will ensure that values of the past shall be the foundation of the future, the very guarantee that there is a future. They will form the communities that tomorrow shall rule the lands in the name of all the gods.

At the moment's urge, Alcadeas set forward the grand plan, but for this, he needed nobody else than the Lord of Creation himself, his father. Alcadeas set forward to meet his father. Bowing down as he faces Alnaeus, before stating bluntly in the cold and stern nature of the Archangel's words. [b]"Father, I've came to you with a personal request. Imbue me with the gift of creation, so that I may use my power in creating a race mirroring my image. They shall be my legacy and blessing to this uninhabited world. They shall rule the lands in our family's names. They shall pray, they shall sing of us. They shall respect us, and they shall live for us."[/b]

[color=00aeef]Alcadeas attempts to consolidate his claim on the dominion of time.[/color]