Messiah (A Right Wing of the Gods Fanfiction)

That year, the Right Hand of God betrayed us, and the Left Hand of God fell in battle. Michael became the new vice-ruler of Heaven, while I sat across from him, bearing the name God had bestowed upon me: Messiah. If you took out a coin, the front would show a sword and scales, representing the Archangel Michael. The back would show a cross and six golden wings, representing Messiah, the Angel of Redemption, the embodiment of virtue and mercy, God's messenger walking among mortals. Whatever the truth, whether I was a substitute or merely the object of God's passing affection, upon the throne there would always be the three-in-one, unchanged for all eternity. This is the version before the revisions. Impatient little angels can go here to read what happens next: God of the Right Hand fanfic: Messiah. I read the ending of the Eternal edition of God of the Right Hand, and it broke my heart. I couldn't help diving back into this pit. This story is melodramatic, extremely melodramatic, an impossibly tangled mess of melodrama, but it has a happy ending, so read without worry. You can skip Chapter One. The real story begins in Chapter Two. I have a disease that makes me die if I don't write a prologue. Little angels who want to discuss the plot of God of the Right Hand with a boatman who gets more hooked the more tragic things get, join group 261254851. The group is called "I solemnly swear I will never ask for updates." Little angels are welcome to join however they like o(*////▽////*)o