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3rd POV
There was no cheer or celebration.
Even when the mighty figures of the Heavenly Dragons disappeared from the sky and fell to the earth below, no one spoke of their accomplishments.
It was not because they didn't want to, it's because they never had the chance to.
The crimson pillar of flames that burst through the clouds after Ddraig's descent was sudden and its effects were immediate. It consumed with no mercy, it's heat quickly burning and causing the skin of those too close to boil and melt, which then quickly evaporated to dust.
The pillar lasted for barely a minute, yet the damage had only just begun. As the ashes of their fellow allies fell upon them, the fools paid no mind to the small embers of the aftermath. They simply sighed in relief when the heat disappeared and they could finally rest.
The embers danced their way down as their glow faded in and out. Their dance was majestic, smooth, and even enchanting if one were to look at them long enough. But they were no different to Albion's feathers.
Much like all life, these embers needed only something to feed on before they grow into an inferno. Luckily for them, the sky was filled with Angels, Fallen, and Demons.
"AAAAAAAHH—"
"IT BURR—"
Screams suddenly filled the ears of everyone. Those already close to losing their sanity didn't bother to look as they frantically dodged an imaginary foe. Those with their wits still intact scanned all around to witness their friends and used to be foes being erupted in flames.
The flames consumed them too quickly, cutting off their screams of agony. It didn't convey just how much torment the flames caused before giving them the sweet relief of death.
Wards were suddenly casted in hopes of keeping their casters safe, but they did nothing as the embers surrounded the barriers. What they thought would protect them instead trapped them in a hellfire prison.
All the others could do now was evade and maneuver their way through the gaps.
When the final embers died out, the remaining numbers was laughable compared to what they started with. More than half of the Fallen had already perished, most were the inexperienced and freshly made Angels turned Fallen. Of Lucifer's army, they had lost Leviathan, Beezlebub was no where in sight, and close to half of their numbers were gone. God's Angels were in no better condition, several Cardinal Angels had become Fallen and the rest either died or were too tired to continue combat. Even Metatron's steel like skin couldn't protect him from the embers, one of his arms was missing from the shoulder. A clean cut was present, he likely cut off his own arm after it was caught by the embers.
The smell of charred skin and bones filled the air. Everyone was sweating, the long battle of endurance was beginning to wane on everyone including the faction leaders. It was only a miracle that God had yet to make his appearance.
Sadly, miracles hardly ever occur, the sound of Heaven's Gates opening echoed across the sky.
"You have got to be shitting me."
No one knew who said that, but they could all think the same. Only the Angels seemed to relax as they took to the side opposing the rest of the others.
The Fallen and Demons braced themselves for combat, even if their hands and feet shook in fear.
A bright light shone down on the Angels, however only a select few were covered in it. Those who were included were only Michael and a select few Cardinal Angels. In an instant they disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the other Angels confused and shocked.
Suddenly a streak of light came rushing out of the Gates passing through all of them and towards the surface below. As quickly as it flew down it came straight back up but this time stopped just outside of the Gates.
God floated, showing his figure for all to see. He had his hands out, carrying what seemed to be two transparent orbs of blue and red light.
God: "I thank you for the gift."
He brought their attention to the orbs he was holding.
God: "Though while I do appreciate it, I believe it is time to end this charade of yours."
The orbs disappeared as he turned to walk back into Heaven. However, he was stopped by the shouts of his Angels.
Angel: "Wait! My Lord, what about us! We couldn't possibly handle them alone!"
God turned to face them.
God: "Who said I was expecting you to?"
His voice was chilling as it filled the area around them.
God: "Omega, you can handle them."
No one knew who this "Omega" was, but God pointed to the clouds above him. He then pointed to the Angels and others below before making a thumbs up. God then slowly turned the thumbs up down and as he did, the wings of the Angels started to darken leaving their owners scared and confused.
"WAIT MY LORD! HAVE WE DONE SOMETHING WRONG!"
"NO!NO!NO!NO!"
"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!"
Their cries and protests weren't acknowledged as God finally made a thumbs down. Their wings lost their holy glow and instead gave off a tainted feeling. The once Holy Messengers of God were now members of the Fallen. Tears filled their eyes as they gazed upon their Father and Creator who was already walking away into Heaven.
As the gates closed, only the cries and shocked silence filled the battlefield. The Demons' hatred for God only grew while they pitied their used to be enemies. The Fallen tried to comfort their new comrades but it only made them cry harder.
Right in the midst of battle they were abandoned by the one they fought for. No one had the spirit to fight them anymore.
No one but the entity that was nearing them from above.
The clouds moved and parted to reveal a shadow of a figure with light shining behind it as it descended down.
The huge figure revealed itself to be a bundle of wings wrapped around each other.
Everyone stopped for a moment to gaze at it.
The crying had stopped and only silence was present as everyone took in every detail of the wings. Their holy white feathers glistened in the light as the bundle of wings descended to a stop.
Slowly the wings started to move, one by one they slowly peeled themselves off each other and unraveled.
One wing.
Two wings.
Five wings.
Twelve wings.
Eighteen wings.
Twenty wings in total stretched out far and wide. Their presence alone seemed to make the others feel insignificant. The figure that the wings were attached to was a young man with short white hair. His eyes were closed, his features matching his age of a young man. The clothes he wore resembled white formal cleric clothing.
Everyone was frozen in awe as they gazed upon the most Holiest Angel they have ever witnessed. Only a few were confused including Azazel and Lucifer, who knew who the person was "modeled" after.
Slowly the wings glimmered with light that seemed to glow and sparkle while giving off this sense of comfort, making many relaxed and take in this presence.
However, to those that were keen to what was happening, they noticed that something seemed off about the sparkles of light.
It was only when the wings pulled back did they figure it out.
This "Omega" person wasn't here to just let them gaze at him. He was here to handle them.
"FUCKING MOVE!"
Nobody knew who shouted that, but it was already too late.
Omega's wings went back as far as they could, and then in an instant snapped forward sending barrages of holy light.
The holy streaks of light sliced through the bodies of those who couldn't ward themselves fast enough. Heads, arms, legs, bones, any part of the body that wasn't protected was flown into the air as they were sliced off and disintegrated.
The fortunate ones were killed instantly or were left without a scratch. The unfortunate were alive with missing body parts, dying a slow and painful death.
Those brave enough had already charged at him. A Demon and Fallen quickly paired together and appeared right next to Omega. They both carried weapons of their respective faction, a broad-sword and bident spear, and were already swinging them at full force.
Omega barely spared them a glance as he caught both of their swings. Giving them no time to react, he pulled with all of his might, bringing both of them inward from the sudden motion. The result spoke for itself as they suddenly smashed into each other in a mess of blood and bones.
Omega dodged his head to the left to avoid a spear of light that was thrown at him.
The thrower blinked once only to find their view to be upside down and their body a few feet in front of them.
Omega chucked the head of the Fallen Angel aside as their body went limp. The onlookers' fear grew as the man hadn't moved from his original spot. However, that all changed when one moment Omega was there, and the next it seemed that he vanished.
No one knew when, but Omega was already amidst their numbers.
He sped through their ranks, snapping necks and decapitating heads as he flew by. Those who tried to fight back were quickly left as a mess of a corpse.
Spells were being casted, only for them to miss or not fire at all. Azazel simply couldn't move as he watched the carnage unfold. He watched as Omega blocked and redirected attacks as if he could see them ahead of time.
He ripped the arms out of a Fallen's shoulder sockets before smashing someone's head with them. The crunch sound that came caused Azazel to flinch and finally move.
Azazel: 'Shit what the fuck am I doing?!'
Azazel then composed himself before flying after the man. Although Omega was fast, it wasn't to the point where he couldn't keep track of him if he concentrated hard enough. Azazel prepared a holy spear as he charged the back of the man. Omega didn't turn as he used a Demon as a shield resulting in Azazel killing him. Azazel hardened his mind and focused more on subduing the monster in front of him. He would worry about the casualties later.
He produced two more spears and duel-wielded them as he aimed at some vital points, the heart and head. Omega, however, parried both of his attacks upward with his bare hand before he quickly kicked Azazel's exposed midsection.
As Azazel was sent flying, his mind could barely process the amount of pain he was in. It felt like his entire body just shattered from that one kick.
Lucifer clicked his tongue as he witnessed Azazel's figure quickly disappear into the distance.
Lucifer: "Asmodeus! Prepare the strongest spell you have!"
Asmodeus: "Are you insane?! With the speed that monster can go, it would never hit!"
Lucifer: "I'll deal with that! Just do it!"
Lucifer spread his Devil wings before leaving a frustrated and shaking Asmodeus as he prepared his staff and calmed himself.
Casting multiple spells with his power, Lucifer surrounded the rampaging Angel with multitudes of attacks while giving chase. However, much to Lucifer's annoyance, all of them missed as Omega simply ignored him in favor of butchering more of his fellow brethren.
It was only when Lucifer teleported in front of the Angel did he finally land a few blows with his demonic energy causing an explosion to erupt.
No one was foolish to think that the Angel was dead. They prepared their spells and summoned their power before continuously attacking the center of the dust cloud.
Their onslaught continued for a few moments until hundreds of streaks of light were launched in all directions from the smoke. Many were able to dodge as their battle awareness was growing, but some were still not quick or experienced enough.
A whirlwind was summoned and the smoke was quickly dispersed to reveal Omega without a single scratch on him. Disbelief was present on everyone's faces as they tiredly readied themselves.
Omega outstretched his arm and summoned a great-sword made of holy light. The power that radiated from it sent chills down their spines.
He got into a stance with the blade of light in front of him as he aimed it at Lucifer. Lucifer responded by converting some of his power to form armor around himself and a bident spear.
Lucifer: 'I don't know what's taking you so long Asmodeus, but I need you to hurry up!'
Judging close quarter combat to be the most beneficial route, Lucifer entered a stance and charged. The others seeing him charge quickly armed themselves as well and followed his lead.
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Moments After The Battle Started
Somewhere in the battlefield sneaking past the chaos was a ragged up figure. They carefully and slowly made their towards the Gate of Heaven. Once they were close enough, they were swallowed up by a ray of light and disappeared.
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Omega hacked off a Fallen's head before turning and catching a blade aimed at his throat. The attacker wasn't surprised and merely casted a spell, only for Omega to snap the blade with his bare hand and drive the sharp fragment into the Demon's skull. Everyone created distance due to once again failing to catch the man off guard.
The fight was painfully annoying and frustrating for Lucifer and the others. All of their attacks were gracefully dodged and deflected, only for Omega to counter with a deadly blow. The long ranged casters weren't of help due to him using their own allies as meat shields.
Lucifer heaved and panted as his anger grew and continued to fester. His bident spear had long been broken and shattered.
Lucifer, having enough, applied demonic energy into his armored gauntlets as he flew right in front of Omega and sent an uppercut.
Omega was too busy killing another two Fallen to have seen him, the attack landed, however, it only shifted his head to look at the sky.
Lucifer: "Shit!"
Seeing how unfazed he was, Lucifer tried to quickly create distance but wasn't quick enough.
Omega grabbed Lucifer's outstretched arm and yanked him close before kneeing him in the stomach. Lucifer's armor chest plate shattered upon impact and several shards pierced his abdomen. He clenched his teeth to avoid screeming.
Lucifer felt his ribs almost shatter from the impact but pushed through the pain and casted a spell right in Omega's face. A black substance shot out and consumed the man's body but Omega still held a tight grip on Lucifer.
Lucifer formed a demonic blade as he swung it down on Omega's arm, sadly it shattered upon impact. Omega ripped the substance off of himself and crushed Lucifer's trapped arm.
Lucifer: "GAAAAAHHHH!"
The Fallen and Demons around him tried to help but Omega's wings kept them at bay as they launched wave after wave of holy projectiles.
Asmodeus: "Lucifer get out of there!"
Lucifer felt the build up of Asmodeus' spell and tried to use teleportation magic before immediately stopping as Omega was too close for him to use it.
With his other hand Lucifer reached out and opened Omega's eyelids to gaze into his eyes. Violet eyes met blue as they looked at each other. Lucifer seemed to have frozen stiff as he gazed at them with his ability, before suddenly turning around.
Lucifer: "ASMODEUS STOP!"
His voice barely reached the man as multiple magic circles surrounded him and Omega.
Lucifer: "SHIT!"
Reality rippled underneath where Omega and Lucifer floated. Fading into existence was a demonic crimson gate with teeth as the doors and bones as the frame.
Lucifer: "I'm still fucking here Asmodeus! Damn it!"
The doors opened slowly to reveal a pitch black void, something would occasionally slither within it. Having no choice, Lucifer manifested his magic to form a blade and in one swift motion cut his own arm off from the elbow. Once his arm was disconnected, Lucifer grabbed Omega by the throat and threw him with all his strength towards the gate below them before teleporting himself out.
Just as Lucifer had teleported, the multiple magic circles unleashed hundreds of white hands that quickly latched onto Omega. Some hands were eviscerated as Omega resisted them by tearing them apart, though once they latched onto his wings he had started to become restrained. Slowly but surely he was pushed into the pitch black void as the spell took effect and closed. Chains of flames quickly appeared and wrapped around the entire gate before securing themselves tightly.
Asmodeus breathed a sigh of relief before blocking the incoming attack from Lucifer. Though it lacked any real power letting him easily bat it away.
Lucifer: "You dumbass! You could've killed me!"
Asmodeus: "Well maybe you shouldn't have gotten caught! And you know how my magic works you buffoon! I can't just stop it once I've casted it!"
Lucifer clicked his tongue, it was true that it was partially his own fault, but he definitely didn't want to admit it. His wound had stopped bleeding as he applied some healing magic, but it didn't bring back his missing arm.
Lucifer: "Never mind that! We must move quickly!"
Asmodeus: "What do you mean?"
Lucifer: "This puppet is but a mere distraction! God is weakened and vulnerable at the moment and we must make haste to end him!"
Asmodeus couldn't believe what he was hearing, but at the same time he could. God had yet to make an appearance in this battlefield, even when Albion and Ddriag were present. He only appeared at the end and even then, he merely thanked them for something they had no idea they did.
Lucifer: "Reorganize what's left of our forces, we're heading straight to 7th Heaven. We may never have another opportunity as this one."
Lucifer turned and immediately started organizing what remained of his army. Asmodeus, not needing to be told twice, had flew to inform the Fallen of the change of plans.
Of Lucifer's 72 Demon Pillars, only 44 had survived the carnage. Beelzebub was no where to be seen, Leviathan's corpse was turned to ashes, their morale was close to shattering, and their Fallen allies had been reduced to only a few. The situation was looking grim and nobody knew if they would make it to God.
They still had the entirety of Heaven to climb after all.
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With Azazel
Azazel was still trying to stabilize himself. He didn't know how fast or how far he was going, but he did know one thing.
He was in tremendous amounts of pain.
Opening his eyes to view his surroundings resulted in getting dizzy from the blurs that passed by him.
It seemed like he would be flying forever, when suddenly his back impacted with something.
Azazel: "GAHHHHH!"
He was surprised he didn't just straight up pass out or die. His back would surely be sore after this.
His breathing was erratic and sharp as he inhaled to steady himself. That was until he felt a pair of arms lift him by his shoulders.
Y/n: "Are you okay?"
Azazel froze and slowly turned his head behind to see Y/n's blank look as he was holding him steady.
Azazel: "I must be dead or hallucinating or something! Where did you even come from?!"
Y/n: "You are most certainly alive...I've been here for 10 minutes, waiting for your arrival."
Azazel groaned in pain as Y/n moved him upright.
Azazel: "And what exactly have you been doing this whole time?! There's a war going on and I'm damn sure even you would notice!"
Y/n nodded his head slowly in acceptance before silently casting a light that slowly healed Azazel. The pain was still present, but it was manageable for the current situation.
Although surprised with the sudden appearance of Y/n, Azazel had way too many other things to worry about at the moment. He gave the emotionless man his gratitude before looking around to see where he ended up in.
Azazel: "...damn, just how far did I go?"
The area was noticeably NOT where the battle with Omega was taking place, even the air had a different feel.
Y/n: "Currently, we are near Hindu Territory."
Azazel blinked blankly at him before growing more and more panicked.
Azazel: "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! We need to go!"
Azazel grabbed Y/n's wrist and flew towards where he could feel the presence of the Biblical Faction. Despite the pain and strain on his body, he didn't want to spend another second near the Gods of Hindu who could pulverize him within seconds.
Y/n didn't resist and merely dangled as Azazel dragged him through the sky.
Seeing that it would take a while to make it back, Azazel decided to just get some answers while he could.
Azazel: "So?! How are you still alive?!"
At the speeds he was going, he had no choice but to yell in order to get his words through the sound of the wind.
He looked back and only saw Y/n tilt his head a bit, so he reluctantly slowed his speed to at least have a conversation with him.
Azazel: "So? How are you still alive?"
Y/n's blank look barely showed his confusion but the slight crease of his eyebrow let Azazel know that he didn't understand.
Azazel: "All those years ago, when we were close to escaping Heaven? You can't possible forget it, it was literally the...the day I saw you..."
Azazel's voice trailed off as the scene from that day played in his head. He didn't expect to still be haunted by it even after all these years, but suddenly meeting Y/n only made him reminisce those days.
Sometimes he wondered if he was just deluding himself into thinking he was still alive, but there was always that feeling that told him that Y/n wasn't dead.
Y/n: "Ah...yes, that was unfortunate."
Azazel stopped his flight and turned to gawk at him.
Azazel: "Unfortunate?"
Y/n nodded his head slowly and tilted his head a bit in confusion.
Y/n: "Correct, that's what I said."
Azazel: "You were beheaded and stripped of your wings! You died! And now after all these years you appear out of no where and all you can say is 'it was unfortunate'!"
He was fuming as his eyes looked tired and frustrated at the same time. Y/n's blank look didn't help either as it only gave the image of him not caring. His upcoming rant was stopped by Y/n speaking up.
Y/n: "I never died...at least I don't believe so...I have never died before."
Azazel just stared at him before rubbing his forehead.
Azazel: 'How exactly am I supposed to explain the concept of death when he already experienced it?! It's not like I could explain it when I haven't died and came back to life like he did?!'
Azazel: "J-Just...*sigh* never mind that now. We got to deal with this 'Omega' person, but withdrawing now seems to be the best choice."
He was about to continue their flight when Y/n's body didn't move when he pulled.
Azazel: "W-What the? Y/n! Let's get moving dammit!"
Y/n: "Your worries are for naught, Azzy. The best course of action would be to ignore the distraction and head for 6th Heaven."
The puzzled look on Azazel's face told Y/n that he wasn't getting the message.
Y/n: "Omega-T0L1-O1 is but a distraction. If my other selfs' observations are correct, currently God is recuperating within 6th Heaven."
Azazel: "Your other selfs?"
Y/n: "Correct, I had awoken in a vast region under 6th Heaven's Laboratory A-1. After which, I had repaired any damages on my person and connected myself with my other selfs who were in less than operable condition."
Azazel: "T-That certainly answers a bunch of Shemhazai and my questions."
He nervously chuckled and tried to get rid of the images of the haunting eyes that stared at him in the dark.
Azazel: "Moving on, are you sure that your information is correct? Father wouldn't leave himself vulnerable like that, especially during an on going war."
Y/n mentally mulled over the data he accumulated over the years. Most of it consisting on the sudden appearances and disappearances of foreign auras. They varied from pantheon to pantheon and were only present for a few minutes before they disappeared without a trace.
Taking Azazel's words to mind there was an almost guarantee that God had something prepared.
Y/n: "Correct...nonetheless my presence is required in 6th Heaven."
Azazel: "And the reason why?"
Y/n: "During the years of repairing myselfs, I had discreetly siphoned a portion of God's essence. Though due to it being a unique substance, I was forced to temporarily disconnect with Console HI."
Azazel: "Console HI?"
Y/n: "I believe it to be the System that I was originally connected to prior to our attempt in leaving Heaven."
Azazel nodded his head and seemed to be thinking over everything given to him.
Azazel: "And you need to be in 6th Heaven to what? Reconnect yourself?"
Y/n nodded his head as Azazel sighed once again. He said nothing as he started to fly towards the location of Heaven with Y/n still dangling behind him.
It was around half an hour of flight where they could see in the distance the corpses of Ddriag and Albion down below. Azazel pondered for a moment but removed his gaze from them and looked ahead. He was about use a communication spell to contact Lucifer but stopped mid-cast when a massives pillar of red and black energy suddenly shot up and pierced Heaven.
The power that came from that attack was fierce as it shook the clouds and created sounds of what sounded like thunder strikes.
In the distance, where Azazel hadn't looked before, hovered a transparent crimson cube with 2 figures within it.
One was the 20 winged Angel Omega who held a blue spear with a round ornament with 2 long gold braids that wrapped around the handle. His clothes looked battered and there were many flesh wounds on him.
The other was clad in golden armor as he held what seemed to be a cylinder type blade that was black with crimson lines etched into it. King Gilgamesh held an indifferent look as he barely had a scratch on him.
Although it was surprising, King Gilgamesh was still two thirds a God so it made sense for him to have a longer lifespan. He may not have been able to obtain immortality to avoid death, but that didn't mean he couldn't live past it.
The 2 of them stared at each as Azazel and Y/n kept their distance from the cube and stared.
The tugging on his arm brought Azazel's attention to his side. Y/n pointed upwards to the sky as Azazel followed his hand.
Up above, where that massive attack had occurred, Azazel could see many Fallen and Demons alike rushing into the hole that led into Heaven. Nothing needed to be said as Azazel and Y/n flew past the ongoing duel and followed the others into Heaven.
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Moments Before Y/n and Azazel's Arrival
The allied forces of the Grigori and Lucifer's faction were reorganized and resting, though they were still on edge.
The reason?
Asmodeus' spell that contained Omega would violently shake and cream every once in a while. Although they were pretty far from it, the possibility of the 20 winged Angel breaking free brought fear into them. The sound of the chains wrapped around the seal being stressed from the force didn't help.
That wasn't the only problem however. No matter what they did, the Gates of Heaven would not budge an inch. They had tried dispelling it with Shemhazai's equipment and prototypes that dealt with seals. Spells were of no use as any action of brute force was negated with the Gates repairing themselves.
*CREAK*
Those that heard it turned so quickly towards the noise that it was a miracle they didn't snap their own necks.
The seal, however, was still and silent which made a few breathe out a sigh of relief.
*CREAK*
The sound once again tore into their eardrums and caused more to notice the subtle changes in their fellow allies.
*CREAK*
Silent tears fell as some were readying themselves for their demise.
*SNAP*
The chains snapped and quickly unwinded themselves off the Seal as the doors made of teeth flung open.
Nobody had ever seen Pandora's Box from the Greek Gods, but they heard the tales and some of the veterans had seen the monstrosities that came out of it. Dark and evil beings that seemed to follow you like your own shadow. It seemed this would be the Biblical Faction's version of it.
Ironically, the Angel that came out of the seal that dissipated away was far from the Holy Being that it first impersonated as. To the eyes of everyone present, it was a monster wearing the skin of an Angel.
Omega slowly ascended towards them. A blue spear in his right hand and a shield of gold and silver that seemed to be made of light on his left arm.
Gone was his cleric clothing, he now adorned a full set of battle wear that matched his Angelic appearance. His arms were covered in gauntlets of pure white metal that was matched with the chest-plate and boots that were on him. Thick chainmail-like armor was underneath and covered any parts that were covered.
If they didn't know he was an Angel, he could have been mistaken for a warrior found in Odin's Valhalla. His stone-cold face was helping paint that picture as well.
"Gaaaahhhhh!"
Multiple Demons began clutching their heads and facing away from Omega. The only ones that seemed to be unaffected were the Fallen, but even they were having a hard time keeping their eyes on him.
Or more specifically the weapon he held.
It seemed to have this purifying presence that caused the Demons of Hell mental pain whenever they gazed at it. The Fallen, though less hurting, were feeling disgusted with themselves and guilty.
The distance between them was growing thin as Omega continued his ascent with no interruptions.
Slowly he was picking up speed as his wings stretched and flapped one after the other.
Just as he was about to pierce the closest person with the Holy Spear, a bright yellow projectile flew just in time to misdirect the attack.
A transparent crimson wall erected between the fainted Fallen and Omega. The mental pain that the Demons felt was removed as the wall negated the presence of the Holy Spear, allowing them to see what was happening. More golden projectiles were fired and came homing in on their target; Omega.
Omega raised his shield and smacked aside what seemed to be a golden broadsword that was launched at him. The weapon bounced and shattered against the erected wall. He had to dodge to the left as a dozen were coming straight for him from the side.
Shemhazai and Baraquiel watched and immediately knew who came to their aid, though they preferred if the King had came earlier.
A floor, ceiling, and side walls were erected just as quickly as the first, further boxing in Omega. Only the side where the projectiles were coming from was left open giving Omega no way to escape his second prison.
"Ahahahahahahahaha"
The arrogant laughter caused everyone to turn and face the figure in the distance. The light shined on his iconic Golden Battle-ware, as he crossed his arms and lazily gazed down at Omega while still shooting projectiles at him. He turned his head towards them and scoffed.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm merely here to take back what's rightfully mine."
He spoke just loud enough for them to hear before focusing his attention back on his trapped prey.
King Gilgamesh, in all of his glory, slowly floated into the box with the final wall being erecting just behind him. With the box complete, it flashed white for a second before all sound within was blocked in, allowing no one to hear the chaos that kept racking up as time went on.
They didn't know whether to be impressed or flabbergasted that a human, even if part god, would confront a being such as Omega. Nevertheless, they were impressed and relieved they didn't have to face the Angel a second time. They only hoped that he would come out victorious, even if there was a slither of a chance.
With nothing to do, the allied forces merely gazed and burned this moment into their minds as a reminder that there will always be someone stronger than them.
The transparent crimson box would occasionally swell as it tried to contain the explosions and force within it.
Several of them, mostly the mentally scarred and insane like Kokabiel, watched on with a maniacal grin that only widened when they saw the chaos grow.
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Within The Box
King Gilgamesh had barely moved from his spot as he launched wave after wave of attacks at the versatile Angel. His prey was quick to deflect and dodge any projectiles that were too close.
As time went on however, Omega would seem to be getting faster at dodging. Where it took him a few seconds to deflect one projectile, the next time it took him a few seconds to deflect two.
The Angel was learning as their battle continued and it was starting to show as he started countering Gilgamesh's attacks with his own barrage of holy light.
At first he only had time to generate five light javelins, but soon the numbers started to get doubled. Until every attack Gilgamesh sent was met with an equal counter. The clanging sound of the weapons meeting one another was all that could be heard within the box, not that their audience could know.
Their stalemate didn't last, however, as a holy streak of light blitz by Gilgamesh's head. For a moment Gilgamesh was stunned, his wide eyes drifted to the side before he brought a hand to his cheek. The tip of his golden clad index finger was dyed red as his own blood dropped down it.
The look of shock turned to rage as he turned his hate-filled eyes at Omega.
Gilgamesh: "INSOLENT MUTT! KNOW YOUR PLACE!"
Hundreds of golden circles rippled into reality as they surrounded the interior of the box. Weapons of all variety slowly traveled through their respective portals before Gilgamesh struck his hand out.
Usually he wouldn't use the more mid to high-tier of his treasures, but he would make an exception just this once.
Gilgamesh: "GROVEL BEFORE ME!"
The more powerful weapons launched themselves simultaneously at blinding speed. Omega, luckily, was able to launch counters just in time. But there was a noticeable difference this time.
His counters struck true. Although Gilgamesh's weapons were faster, Omega's holy light was only a tad bit slower. So if they struck true, and the speed wasn't an issue, then what was it?
They weren't equal in strength.
The holy javelins shattered as swords, lances, and even the occasional bow, blasted through them like nothing. With nothing powerful enough to obstruct their path, it was inevitable that some would strike true.
Dodge all he could, all it could do was end with Omega being pieced thrice. Two blades entered his abdomen from behind while a lance pierced fully into his shoulder leaving a gaping hole. His shield helped keep the more lethal and destructive attacks at bay as evident from the many weapons lodged in it.
And yet, the Angel showed no sign of distress or pain. He still held that blank look, even as he removed the blades from his stomach tossed them aside.
Gilgamesh, seeing this, only quirked an eyebrow before mentally changing how he would address him.
He was more brute than mutt now.
All this aside, Gilgamesh only resumed his attacks. He would leave nothing left by the end of this and he would make sure of it.
However, much to Gilgamesh's ire, the wounds inflicted upon the Angel did little to hinder his defense. Much like before, Omega was slowly adjusting to his predicament bit by bit over time.
A stray light for knock a weapon off course. A projectile would just barely miss Omega's head as he shifted to the side. The occasional holy javelin would blitz by Gilgamesh's head when he was just about to get bored.
At some point Omega's wounds have healed much to Gilgamesh's annoyance. He might have missed when, but he didn't miss what caused it. The blue spear that Omega carried with him had been glowing for a while now.
After a moment of another statement, Gilgamesh was growing bored. He had came here to claim what was rightfully his but the puny God had yet to show themselves. He thought that entertaining himself with this pigeon would be more exciting. Sadly his expectations were too high for these lowly cretins to even accomplish. But what did he expect from the creations of the thieving rat of a God.
Caught up in his thoughts, Gilgamesh failed to notice Omega blitzing past the hail of attacks and slipped through his defense.
The shining bright light was what caused him to wince and narrow his eyes to his left.
Right there, just a few feet away, was Omega already in the motion of thrusting the blue spear towards his head.
With barely little time to react, Gilgamesh pulled out one of the more stronger treasures and brought it up to parry the attack.
Axe met spear as the sparks flew, but the sound of cracks was heard a moment later as the axe began to lose its endurance. Seeing the inevitable, Gilgamesh summoned a portal and was about to grab another weapon before his face was bashed by the side of Omega's shield.
The force behind that attack made a shockwave as it launched Gilgamesh straight into wall of the box. The transparent wall bended as it did all it could to negate the damage and keep itself from breaking. However, due to it trying to keep itself from breaking, it snapped back in place and, unfortunately, launched Gilgamesh forward.
Gilgamesh's body was launched to the center of the box where Omega was patiently waiting. Omega had his hands above his head locked together and ready to pummel the King into the floor of the box.
Just as he was about to bring his hands down with the force of Heaven, Gilgamesh quickly turned his body. Just as the strike was down upon him, Gilgamesh grabbed him by the wrist and used his momentum to his advantage as he spun the Angel downward and launched him to the floor.
The sideways and downwards force of their bodies allowed Gilgamesh to cancel his momentum as he floated still. Not waiting another moment, Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon surfaced and launched even more powerful projectiles.
Through the smoke, Omega flapped his wings and launched past the onslaught. He twirled his spear as he cut apart the weapons Gilgamesh sent his way. The distance between them was gone in an instant as Omega swung the spear as he spun his body to add momentum.
Gilgamesh clicked his tongue and a frown appeared on his face. He pulled a spear from his treasury and swung it to match Omega's attack. Surprisingly, Gilgamesh's spear was cut clean and Omega thrust his spear mid swing.
This caused Gilgamesh to turn to the side to avoid the spear's tip. He didn't know why, but Gilgamesh felt the need to avoid being stabbed by the spear. It radiated a certain aura.
This left him unguarded, which Omega took advantage of by resuming his spears swing which slammed into Gilgamesh chest. Luckily, the blade was too far out for it to cut into him.
Gilgamesh was knocked back and ducked when Omega swung once again. He summoned portals around him and blitz of weapons launched to give him more time and space.
Another stalemate was met as they continued to switch between short and long range combat.
—
7th Heaven: Throne Room
Sitting on their throne was God. A transparent monitor floated in front of him as he watched the battle just outside of his domain. He calmly analyzed the battle and was deep in thought. So deep in thought, that he didn't notice he had a visitor until the sound of the double doors closing gained his attention.
Bringing his eyes away from the screen, God graced the individual in his throne his attention.
Slowly walking up to the steps of his throne was the ragged figure of Raphael. Someone who God had forgotten about, he wondered where he went.
Just as Raphael reached the steps to his throne, he kneeled on one knee and tried to get his breathing in check.
Raphael: "F-Father...*gasp gasp*...I apologize...*gasp gasp*...for my l-late arrival...*gasp gasp*"
God raised a hand and motioned for him to stop.
God: "Breathe my child, there is no rush."
Instead of calming him, Raphael instead was even more restless.
Raphael: "B-But Father! ...S-surely... y-you understand the threat that awaits us at our doors!"
God 'hmm'ed and simply stared at him.
God: "Of course I do. But is your faith in me so little that you believe I have not prepared already?"
Raphael: "Of course not! I-I apologize for my moment of weakness Father! I had just escaped the clutches of the Grigori, so forgive me for my lack of composure!"
Raphael bowed his head as God merely rubbed his chin in thought.
God: "All is forgiven, my child. Leave now and rest."
God made a shooing motion with his hand as he brought back the monitor to few the battle. Raphael missed the dismissive motion and lack of care as he nodded his head and turned away to leave.
However, just as he was about to leave, Raphael stopped and felt a pain in his back. He groaned in pain as the feeling got worse and was building up.
God noticed this and raised an eyebrow at the action. Not because his creation/son was writhing in pain, but because there was a foreign presence within him that intrigued him.
Raphael at his point was screeming in pain as he felt something within him move and make his lungs constrict. He tried to gasp for air but found he couldn't. Soon his body was becoming numb, his legs gave out as he couldn't move them. Only a few seconds passed and soon he couldn't feel a single thing below his collarbones.
*SPLAT*
The sound of something tearing apart was heard through the throne room. Raphael gave one last agonizing scream as something sprouted from his back, leaving his inner body open and exposed. Blood squirted all around him in a puddle of blood. His organs continued to move as they tried to keep their owner alive. His fingers twitched and spasmed as his scream died out as did the life in his eyes.
What came out of his back was a golden projectile that launched itself towards God's head. It brought the nerves and spine of Raphael with it as it sped through the throne and was just about to pierce God's head if he hadn't caught it with his hand.
God curiously gazed at the golden object and shook it to remove the blood and bones off it. Once it was mostly clean, it revealed to be a small dagger that shined with the light.
God: "Interesting..."
His attention was solely on the blade now as his mind quickly forgot about the death of his creation just a few moments ago.
God: "Just where did you come from?"
God raised a hand and casted some of his essences to determine the origin of the dagger.
The first thing to note was that it was a sacrificial dagger used for rituals for Gods. That did little to lower the number of Pantheons this could belong to. After all, there were many gods within each Pantheon and only a select few had only a single one.
The dagger was expertly made, it's quality was impressive for being human-made. The materials were of beasts. The blade was made out of a Danger Beast's teeth from the Mid-West Continents. The handle was of parched leather and stone. The dagger was also embedded with a ruby gem that seemed to glisten in the light.
All this together, he could narrow it down to several human civilizations.
He pushed his essence into the dagger and out came the answer.
Mesopotamian.
Just as he figured out the origin, a massive surge of energy came towards him from below.
He had only a single second to brace himself.
—
In the box
Gilgamesh just had enough of this charade. His clairvoyance had assured him that he would find the Chains of Heaven here and yet the vision still had yet to occur. Just as he was about ready to kill the Angel and stop stalling, the presence of one of his treasures being activated made him halt and grin.
It was as if the stars and planets had aligned in his favor. Because as he faced the direction of where his treasure was at, right in front of him was Omega. His grin turned even wider as he thought of how he could kill two birds with one stone.
Gilgamesh: "Be grateful, Mongrel!"
Gilgamesh stretched his hand to the side into a portal to his treasury.
Slowly he pulled out his most powerful weapon in his arsenal. The weapon had a golden handle and hand guard. The sword looked more like a lance as it was cylinder with no pointed tip. The "blade" was black with red engravings that glowed that trailed up and down in patterns.
Gilgamesh: "For as of this moment, I consider you worthy!"
Suddenly the blade sparked to life as red sparks flashed. The segments of the blade started to rotate in opposite directions and gained more speed. A whirlwind was kicked up as the speeds intensified and Gilgamesh's power started to build up. Omega tried to stop him by launching holy lances and charging at him. But was kept at bay by Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon. It only took a few more seconds before Gilgamesh was fully charged and he gazed at Omega.
No.
It was more like he gazed right through him.
Gilgamesh's crimson red eyes narrowed as he looked at someone who wasn't there. But if Omega and the entirety of Heaven wasn't in the way, then he would have actually been staring at God sitting in his throne. The dagger he embedded into the pigeon from long ago was acting as a beacon for him.
And it was all he needed.
Gilgamesh: "PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES AND BE REDUCED TO NOTHING!"
"ENUMA ELISH!"
A massive pillar of black and red energy surged forth from the cylinder blade. It quickly engulfed Omega's figure and soon pierced the wall of the box. The transparent walls shattered like glass as the pillar of carnage continued towards God's domain.
Much like the box's walls, the clouds of Heaven did nothing to hinder its advance as the pillar tore through it.
The first layer was pierced, then the second, then the third, and so on and so forth. Until it reached the 7th level of Heaven where a barrier was erected and stopped its approach.
It battled and tried to break through, but after a moment of two the attack dwindled out and ceased.
Fallen and Demon alike gaped at the hole that went straight through the levels of Heaven until it framed the doors that led to God's throne room.
After a few seconds, it was as if the flood gates were suddenly opened as they all charged in and headed straight in.
No one spared a single mind to Gilgamesh and his enraged look.
Because right where the blast had hit him, Omega was left with only a few burns and ragged clothing as he had the Chains of Heaven wrapped around him.
It was to be expected, the only one equal to Gilgamesh would be Enkidu.
The golden chains faded away as they both assessed each other. The barrier around them had long been gone after Gilgamesh's attack battered it.
Neither moved as they waited for their opponent to make the first move.
After a moment, it was if they had the same thought because they both started launching projectiles at other.
—
6th Heaven
Azazel followed Y/n as they both ran towards the main laboratory. They had both followed the horde as they went up level by level through the humongous hole.
They saw the carnage as they passed by, the living quarters within the first 3 floors were gone, the prison in the 4th was in chaos as the prisoners broke out. The human souls of the 5th level spilled like waterworks through the hole and showered the earth below in their essence.
Last, but not least, the level of Heaven they were currently in, the 6th Heaven. The laboratories were on fire, the prototypes that even contained a sliver of chemicals were now biohazards, and the hallways were littered with wires and debris.
They sometimes had to crawl their way through the gaps of rubble to make it past some of the hallways. Though it didn't hinder Y/n as he kept on advancing despite Azazel's protests.
Azazel: "Damnit Y/n! Is it even worth all this trouble!"
The ground shook and a small short circuit of a machine exploded right next to them causing Azazel to almost lose balance before Y/n grabbed a hold of him.
Y/n: "Yes."
He said nothing else as he practically dragged Azazel through the chaotic hallway.
Azazel didn't ask any further, truthfully, he wanted a reason to be away from the battle.
Was he a coward? Probably.
He didn't want to participate in this war, much less get into anymore business regarding his Father. He knew he wasn't made for war, that's why he was assigned as a Supervisor rather than a General. He preferred doing paperwork rather than cutting off heads.
But that didn't mean he didn't feel any less guilty and shameful when he remembers the others fighting a battle they would surely die from.
Would he be able to redeem himself?
Would he be haunted by those he lead to their deaths?
This is why he was with Y/n. Because at least at the moment he didn't have to think about the consequences of things just yet.
Y/n kicked down the door of the main laboratory and entered with Azazel just behind him.
The dim lighting made it hard to see but Azazel could tell one thing. The damn Console wasn't here.
In the center of the room where the throne used to be, there was an empty gap of its outline.
Azazel: "Of course it wouldn't be here! Why would it be here after all these years?!"
Azazel frustratingly pounded the wall next to him.
Y/n paid no mind to him and simply traversed through the room until he was right in front of a table. He fiddled with something on it, which gained the attention of Azazel.
Azazel walked up to Y/n and peeked over his shoulder and saw what he was messing with.
A crimson red gauntlet with yellow sharp thorns protruding from the sides and end. The fingers were sharp and claw like giving them the resemblance of beast or dragon. A large green gem adorned the backhand of the gauntlet where green engravings glowed.
All in all, the thing radiated power.
Azazel: "Holy Shit, what's that!"
For some unexplainable reason, Azazel felt his inner collector surface when he eyed the thing.
Y/n: "Sacred Gear."
Azazel: "Sacred Gear?! I like the sound of that!"
Just as Azazel was about to snatch it away, a voice boomed around the room.
"Do not touch me Fallen Filth!"
Not expecting a loud denial, Azazel stepped back and looked around the room to see who it was. Y/n on the other hand simply continued tinkering with the thing.
"The Gauntlet, you imbecile! Down here!"
Azazel turned back to look at the gauntlet as Y/n handed it to him and got something else to work with.
Azazel: "Woah, Woah, Woah! It's a talking hand!"
"I said do not touch me Fallen!"
The green gem glowed whenever he spoke which fascinated Azazel. Despite the protests, Azazel merely looked over the gauntlet and even tried to put it on. Sadly the size was too small.
Azazel: "So like, what the hell are you supposed to be?"
He asked after getting bored of it not doing anything but complain.
"Why, Ddraig the Dragon of Domination obviously!"
Azazel blinked as he looked at it. First there was fear laced into his face, which Ddraig took pleasure in seeing, however it was quickly turned to disbelieve and then amusement. Ddraig wasn't expecting the Fallen Leader to suddenly start laughing his head off but it pissed him off nonetheless.
Azazel: "AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!"
"Hey, stop that! Stop laughing!"
Azazel stopped then turned to look at the gauntlet before resuming his laughter while flinging the gauntlet around.
"Damn you, crow! I swear on my name that once I escape from this prison, I'll devour you and everyone dear to you!"
The sound of teeth grinding against each other echoed as Ddraig couldn't find a way to vent his frustration other than that.
"Calm yourself, Ddraig. Do not lower yourself to his level."
Another voice echoed out and tried to lower the tension. Azazel turned to see a set of white structured wings with blue transparent shapes as "feathers". It glowed as it spoke.
"And you, Fallen, I would appreciate it if you did not aggravate him any longer."
Azazel seemed to calm down as he analyzed the wings that were on the wall for display. Before shaking his head and setting down the red gauntlet on the table.
Azazel: "The name's Azazel. None of that crow or Fallen shit."
Ddraig: "Ha! I'd rather die than give you the honor of me calling your name, crow!"
Albion: "Imbecile! We are already dead! Even after death you continue your idiotic charades and grudges!"
Azazel smirked and had a smug face as he covered it up by turning away.
Albion: "Forgive my friend for his attitude, Azazel, however, I dare hope not to think that you and your kind have forgotten what you had done to us."
Ddraig: "Of course they haven't, it's been less than a day after our deathS! They are probably still harvesting our corpses as we speak!"
Azazel coughed and caught their attention.
Azazel: "In truth, we haven't done anything with your corpses, don't know what the hell we'd do with it anyways. The rest of the Biblical Faction are fighting God as we speak, at least to my knowledge they are."
Albion and Ddraig remained silent as they processed this. Y/n had barely paid them any attention as he moved back and forth within the room with equipment and items of huge variety.
The silence was broken when Albion spoke, though it wasn't to Azazel.
Albion: "Y/n, we would like to accept your deal."
Azazel became puzzled and turned to face the man.
Azazel: "Deal? What deal?"
Ddraig: "None of your business, crow! Go eat some seeds off the ground or something!"
Azazel was about to protest when someone put a hand on his shoulder. He turned and expected to see Y/n, but when he did he saw someone who he never met. How he never felt their presence was unknown.
The similarities were there, he had white hair, violet eyes, the same blank face, but his whole physical physique was different. The man was twice his own size and the shirt he wore didn't wide the muscles that stretched it out.
Azazel: "Who the hell ar—!"
Unknown Man: "Sorry, Azzy, but you need to go."
The man didn't let him say a word before he knocked him out with a swift punch to his head. Azazel went limp as the man caught him, Y/n watched the entire thing and nodded his head.
Y/n: "Aristerà, Sostà, keep him safe."
Y/n turned as two small figures walked past him and grabbed one of Azazel's arms each. These two were the clones of his, the twins. They each had smug smiles on them as they gave a salute to Y/n before dragging the unconscious Fallen out of the room and teleporting away.
Y/n: "Dèfteros, assist me."
The huge man of muscle nodded his head before coming to his side and lifting the entire table onto his shoulders. The table had both the gauntlet and set of wings, along with other things. All of which were Sacred Gears.
Y/n: "Astèri, protect us."
Out of the shadows a woman, the clone that he met in his subconscious, stepped out and walked ahead of the two.
They all turned to the hole in the center of the room and jumped in without hesitation.
—
At 7th Heaven
The allied forces were waiting just outside the double doors. They were wary, rightfully so, since there had not been a single sign of an Angel. They expected at least a guard or two to be here, especially since the doors were the last obstacle before they would face God himself.
And yet, they hadn't seen a single living thing here. The Fallen that were being contained in 4th Heaven were the only ones that they had seen, but they were now part of their fighting force. They had gone unhindered in their journey up, and THAT was what they were finding hard to believe.
Currently Asmodeus, Shemhazai, Penemue, Kokabiel, and many others were holding a quick meeting regarding their predicament. Lucifer himself wasn't present at the meeting due to the fact that he had already made up his mind.
This was an opportunity that would never show itself ever again. To leave now would mean that all those sacrifices and losses would be in vain. There was only one thing that Lucifer knew was guaranteed.
He would not be leaving Heaven.
Either he dies here giving his all, or he wins the throne and rules over the skies. He had failed once, his pride won't allow another failure.
It was a few minutes before the meeting was concluded with several of them having traces of anger in their faces.
Shemhazai was the one who calmly came up to Lucifer to bring the results.
Shemhazai: "Lucifer."
Lucifer: "Shemhazai. So, have they made up their minds?"
Shemhazai gave a sympathetic smile and nodded before it turned flat and business-like.
Shemhazai: "The Grigori has come to an agreement, we are pulling out of this war as of now. Azazel is still currently missing, our forces are exhausted and far too few, and morale is low."
Lucifer tried his very best to keep the anger from spilling out. Siblings they may be, but sometimes it was hard for him to find the similarities. Did they not see the opportunity that was in front of them? Were they too cowardly to take the risk and yearn for greatness?
As if sensing his thoughts, Shemhazai gave him a stern glare.
Shemhazai: "The Grigori never wanted to participate in this war to begin with. The whole purpose of the Grigori was to watch over our misguided brothers and sisters and present them a haven to live in."
Lucifer kept a neutral expression as he stared into the distance. They were both silent for a while before Lucifer turned his back on him and faced the double doors to the throne room.
Lucifer: "Then leave. If you cannot stand beside me to accomplish our goals then you can simply watch as the rest of us make them a reality."
Shemhazai did just that and turned, but not before voicing out the last of his thoughts.
Shemhazai: "Do not delude yourself brother. Our goals? I believe that none of those who follow you wish to have you sitting in that throne, let alone any of us, by the end of this war."
With that, he left along with the other Fallen. Some were more reluctant to leave, but with the threat of treason they quickly followed after them.
Only after the remaining Fallen of the Grigori had left did Asmodeus go to Lucifer's side.
Asmodeus: "Well that went to shit didn't it?"
Lucifer: "It is to be expected. Those who lack the resolve to achieve their goals no matter the cost have neither the right to stand beside me nor challenge God."
Asmodeus didn't respond and just leaned against the pillar that was near the side of the doors.
Lucifer's gaze still bore into the doors as he had a mental struggle over his next actions. He would fight to his last breathe in this next battle. The question was, would those behind do so as well?
He looked behind his shoulders at the Demons under his command. Of the 72 Demon Pillars that he had personally recruited and trained, only 44 remained. Of the regular foot soldiers and regular Demons that filled his army, there was a humongous difference from his original numbers to the ones he now had.
His numbers were low, his men exhausted and frightened as the adrenaline wore off. They were considered dark beings who strive on negativity, but that negativity was only good when it was from others. To have it be from their own self was causing some side effects, and besides, even for them there was only so much they could handle. They weren't Gods, and neither was he.
Lucifer, with the Sin of Pride held within him, could only look on in disgust as the once proud army had been reduced to a fidgeting mess. He knew that it was the Sin of Pride within him that caused those thoughts to emerge, making him see his own people as nothing but dirt beneath his feet, but his old Angel side made him give them this one act of mercy.
Lucifer: "All of you."
Everyone turned their attention to him.
Lucifer: "Get out of my sight."
No one expected him to say that, not even Asmodeus as his crimson eyes widened in shock.
There was a moment of silence as the atmosphere turned awkward and chilly.
Lucifer: "Did you just not hear what I just said? LEAVE YOU PATHETIC WORMS!"
His voice held a sharpness that sent chills down their spines. They didn't move, however, out of fear that this was a test that he was putting them through before their final battle.
Lucifer's face scrunched up in anger as nobody moved.
Lucifer: "It seems that I'm dealing with disobedient little cretins!"
He dashed at the nearest Demon and grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air.
Lucifer: "Powerless! All of you! Your eyes and faces say it all! Begone from my sight before I butcher you like the cattle you are!"
He then slammed the Demon within his grasps onto the floor of Heaven causing cracks to appear. He made sure to use just enough force to knock him out but wasn't too harmful. He then tossed the unconscious Demon to another as they barely caught him.
Lucifer turned his back and made a shooing motion towards them. Yet, still none had moved, that quickly changed when he flared his power for a little while. Soon, the sound of rapid footsteps were heard and the hallway was almost empty.
Sensing the remaining people, Lucifer turned to see that Asmodeus remained leaning with a small grin on his face and the 44 surviving Demon Pillars armed and ready. They all had grins and determination in their eyes.
Lucifer scoffed, annoyed that they didn't listen, but didn't bother telling them to leave as he grabbed the handles of the doors and opened them. Asmodeus and the others followed right behind him as he entered.
They all knew this would be the final battle.
—
7th Heaven: God's Throne Room
Lucifer and company entered into the large throne room. The ceiling was made of pure light as it lightened every corner of the room. Pillars of white marble were lined up on both sides and lead straight to the end of the , a stairway led up to a moderate height to which the elevated platform was a throne of grandiose design. Sitting on the throne was God himself as he rested his head on his knuckle as if he was tired of waiting.
Lucifer walked in and stopped right in the middle of the room, a moderate distance away from his Father and the entrance.
Lucifer: "Father...Hand over the throne."
God merely chuckled in amusement.
God: "Gladly."
He snapped his fingers and something was teleported in just in from of Lucifer. It came crashing down onto the floor caused the floor to crack. The dust cleared and it revealed to be a chair that was familiar to Lucifer. Of course, it was the old throne that God used to have.
God: "I was wondering what I was going to do with it. As you can see, I've hardly a need for two thrones, so you may take that with you and be in your way."
Lucifer grinded his teeth before blasting the chair into oblivion and marched right past it. He continued to walk until he was almost near the footsteps to the throne.
Lucifer: "You are unworthy of the throne!"
God: "And who are you to say who is worthy of something or not? If anyone is to be deemed unworthy of something then it should be you. Hand over those eyes, boy."
Lucifer glared at him as the others started to get closer and encircle the throne. Asmodeus secretly started casting some buffing spells and an emergency teleport.
Lucifer: "I am at least more qualified for both of them then you! Luckily, as your successor I believe that it rightfully belongs to me. I just have to get rid of you to have it."
God leaned back on his throne and set his arms on the arm rests.
God: "I would like to see you tr—"
Asmodeus buffed the attacks that the others prepared and they all quickly attacked him mid-sentence.
The dust clouds blocked their vision as they waited patiently for it to reveal their results.
The smoke was swiped aside by God as he remained in his seat in the same position. The others all quickly set some distance and readied once again. Lucifer himself adorned on his Devil armor for the upcoming battle with his iconic Bident spear in his hands.
God: "*Sigh* Impatient, all of you. It seems that I have some disciplining to do."
God slowly used the armrests to rise from his throne.
Everyone slowly stepped back.
He cracked his neck, the popping sound echoing in the room.
Sweat slowly dropped from their foreheads as they intensely glared at him.
*Step* *Step* *Step* *Step*
God slowly made his way down the stairs, each step causing them to flinch and tighten their grips on their weapons.
*Step* *Step* *Step* *Step*
Their hearts pounded in their chest as the adrenaline was already building up. They could die at any moment from God's holy light, all it took was one mistep, making them even more nervous and restless.
*SHING* *SHING*
Crosses of light formed just behind him, ready to purify the unholy and corrupt.
*Step*
Just as his foot touched the floor at the bottom of the steps, everyone simultaneously jumped in attack.
Asmodeus and the other long ranged Demon Pillars quickly casted spells of all variety as they created some distance.
The others who were more warrior than caster engaged in a fierce battle with God along with Lucifer.
God jumped over as one of them tried to stab him in the back. He grabbed Marax's head as he landed right on top of him, bringing down the holy cross and stabbing it into his heart. His body quickly turned to dust.
43 remained.
God mentally commanded the floating crosses to block several spells that came from above. He didn't wait for the smoke to clear as he summoned a light javelina and extended it as far as he could and then quickly sliced through the smoke.
The smoke cleared to reveal some ash falling from above.
41 remained.
Lucifer enchanted his bident spear as he tossed it at blinding speed. God once again dodged as the spear blitzed right past his head, but quickly noticed a shadow overhead. He turned to look up and was face to face with a hammer twice the size of head.
Bathin swung with full force and God was sent straight into one of the supporting pillars. He impacted with it and was disoriented at first before quickly blasting the falling debris that almost crushed him.
Asmodeus summoned multiple magic circles and blasted the area God was in with multiple elemental attacks.
One of God's crosses flew out of the smoke and decapitated Eligos, one of the casters, mid-spell which resulted in it exploded and injuring the others.
40 remained.
God dashed with a blade of light in his hand as he thrusted it at the nearest victim. A defensive barrier stopped him from killing Gusion, which left him exposed which Lucifer took advantage of when he blasted him in the back with demonic energy.
God staggered, before summoning multiple holy javelins and shooting them all around the room. The barrier that protected Gusion broke and he was pierced twice before dying.
Bifrons jumped from above and swung his duel swords. God stepped back and ducked as Bifrons continued to slash at him. Alocer came and backed Bifrons up with his lance as they correlated with one another pushing God back.
They landed several successful blows, the most harmful one being a stab into God's shoulder. But he was healing too quickly for them to keep up.
It was only when Alocer swung his lance too wide did they perish.
God dashed forward into Alocer's guard before grabbing his head and igniting it with light. Bifrons came right behind him, but God grabbed Alocer's lance and pierced his head.
38 remained.
The casters had recovered and resumed buffing and stalling God with their hit and run tactics while the others worked together to make up for their weaknesses.
Seere twirled the dagger in her hand as she and Crocell maneuvered around the pillars and kept the flying crosses at bay. They seemingly followed them like homing missiles, they could only keep it busy while the others dealt with God.
God was at a stalemate with 4 other demon pillars, Ronovè, Bunè, Ipos, and Buer. They kept God on his toes as they relentlessly chased after him across the throne. One would swung low, another would thrust high while the other two covered the sides.
Their teamwork was impeccable and even God was impressed they had lasted so long.
So he decided to take them more seriously.
The light surrounding God seemed to brighten and intensify, causing everyone else to wince and step back in pain.
The ones who had it worse were Ronovè, Bunè, Ipos, and Beur who were the closest to God and took the full blunt of it.
Their skin sizzled as it melted off their skin, their eyes were long blinded as they didn't have time to close them. Their screams turned to gurgles as they melted into a pile of goop before evaporating all together.
34 remained.
Seeing them wince in pain, and turning away, it remind God of something.
God: "Ah! I almost forgot."
He disappeared in a flash and reappeared right in front of Lucifer who had just adjusted to the light.
God: "I believe you have something of mine."
Lucifer slashed with his spear but God slipped past him before his hands moved in incredible speeds. His fingers dug into Lucifer's eye sockets and yanked out the Eyes Of Truth.
Lucifer's hadn't even processed it as it seemed as if he blinked and he couldn't open his eyes again. That was until the pain was suddenly registered in his body.
Lucifer: "GAAAAHHHH!"
He dropped his spear and kneeled as he clutched his missing eye sockets as they bled and sizzled from the contact with God.
"Lucifer!"
They all shouted in worry, but they didn't have the time to aid him as God resumed his onslaught. His presence was causing them to stagger and slip.
In less than a second 5 heads rolled on the ground as their bodies turned to dust.
29 remained.
Lucifer slowly stood up as the pain was becoming unbearable. He couldn't see, but he could still sense God's general presence. He slowly summoned his spear back into his hands and listened.
The sound of battle could be heard all around him. The sound of flesh being torn apart and the sizzling of blood and skin was heard. The ground shook as explosions and debris around him flew in the air and made him fall.
His head was pounding as the effects of being in contact with light of that intensity was showing. He knew now what was happening to him, the light had poisoned him. And the fact that the infected area was near his head meant that he was surely going to die if nothing was done about it.
But his pride wouldn't let him! He would fight till his last breathe!
It was only when the presence of God was just a few feet in front of him did Lucifer get up and dash forward in a frontal assault.
He didn't need his sight to kill. He only needed power.
His bident spear glowed an ominous red as he got closer and closer to the source.
Right when the spear was within reach, he thrusted with all his might. His spear vibrated before blasting out a stream of demonic energy in that direction. The blast lasted for several seconds and had left cracks beneath Lucifer's feet.
Lucifer's breathing was the only thing he heard as he listened for any movement.
Lucifer: "Asmodeus! Status now!"
When no one answered, he gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the headache he had from the light poison.
Lucifer: "Asmodeus! Status NOW!"
The sound of footsteps coming from behind him caused him to quickly turn and aim his spear at them.
Lucifer: "Asmodeus, I swear on my name if you don't answer me!"
The footsteps stopped just in front of him.
Asmodeus: "...It's just us now."
Lucifer: "W-What?! Enough of your lies Asmodeus!"
Asmodeus: "Lucifer! It is over! They have all perished along with that God!"
0 remained.
Confusion was all Lucifer could feel.
Lucifer: "Explain now!"
Asmodeus: "Lucifer, they had all fight bravely in battle! They fought for as long as they could as each died a noble death!"
Lucifer: "Fought for as long as they could? It was but for a few mere seconds!"
Asmodeus: "Seconds?! They fought for hours Lucifer!"
Lucifer: "W-What exactly do you mean?"
Asmodeus: "Exactly what I've said, we fought for hours long after you collapsed! It was only just recently that you had woken up to finish the job!"
Lucifer: "LIES! Lie to me again Asmodeus and I'll kill you right here and now. It was only a few seconds when Father took my eyes from me!"
Asmodeus: "Kill me? You can barely stand let alone crawl. Or have you not noticed that you had long lost your ability to move?"
It was only just then that Lucifer realized that he was on the ground with his spear long gone. His head continued to pound and his mind was twirling even though he didn't know. At some point he had collapsed, even now he couldn't get up as he couldn't feel his arms or legs.
Asmodeus: "We must go and treat your wounds. Unless you think you can walk yourself to the nearest healer."
Lucifer grit his as he tried to glare at him, but his lack of eyes made it impossible. He reluctantly nodded his head.
Asmodeus quickly grabbed him and lifted him up, ignoring his groans of pain. Just as they were about to leave via teleport circle. A voice stopped them.
"And just where do you think you are going?"
Asmodeus stiffened as Lucifer's anger increased.
God: "Did you really think that, that wo—"
He was interrupted mid sentence when a bright blue blur impacted with him and sent him flying.
Gusts of wind blew past them as Asmodeus tried to keep him and Lucifer steady. He turned his body to look at where God had went and saw him pinned to his throne with a blue spear stabbed right into his chest.
Lucifer: "What was that?!"
Asmodeus didn't reply but instead shifted his head to look at the direction of where the spear came from, which was the entrance to the throne room.
There walking in was Y/n with several of his clones walking right behind them. Each had a different ornament or weapon that they held or wore. They all felt different in origin, some felt draconic while others felt holy in nature.
Y/n walked right past them without even acknowledging them. Only when last member walked did they get some recognition.
"Leave."
The woman spoke in a cold and dismissive manner. Lucifer was about to retaliate until Asmodeus nodded his head and casted a teleportation spell.
With them gone, the woman, Astèri, turned away and walked up the steps along with the others.
They surrounded the throne with God pinned to the throne.
God: "It seems I have made a blunder. I should've simply scrapped you all while I could."
Deftèros: "Yes, you should have."
God chuckled in amusement as he tilted his head curiously.
God: "Tell me, how did you accomplish this? I made sure that these dolls were inoperable when I casted them down the chute."
Y/n didn't answer and simply stared at him before turning and nodding his head at the surrounding clones.
A cable shot out and pierced into God's abdomen and soon glowed cyan.
God grunted in pain before turning his head to the owner of the wire. It was a clone who had a purple lizard gauntlet with golden outlines on his left hand. The cable was the "tongue" of the lizard and it had a draconic essence to it.
God: "Ahahaha! Vritra the Prison Dragon! To think that you would find some use for it, fascinating!"
The cable glowed brighter as it continued to drain God of his power. In his already weakened state, he could barely stand if he wanted to.
God: "And just what will you do with my power? Even when powerless, I can not be killed for I am light itself!"
No one answered as Astèri walked up and twisting the spear causing God to grit his teeth.
God: "Ah, and how could I forget! The True Longinus! I'm certain I left it in Omega's possession. Did you kill it?"
Silence was once again his answer as the others simply started messing with the Console.
Y/n: "Transfer."
Y/n spoke to the wielder of Vritra and they nodded. They walked up to the throne and their other arm flashed green before a red gauntlet appeared as they touched the Throne with it.
"Transfer!"
The gauntlet spoke out as God's energy was place within the machine.
God: "Ohhhh, if it isn't Ddraig. I forgot about you. Tell me, how are feeling? Are you comfortable? If I am to be honest, I haven't finished tinkering with you just yet."
Ddraig: "Silence puny God! By the end of this I'll be free of my prison and be known as a God-Slayer."
God chuckled much to his ire. His presence was diminishing as Vrirta continued to suck out his essence while Ddraig transfered it to the throne.
Y/n: "Heaven has no need for you. Death may not claim you, but that is just all the more why you must go."
God's figure flickered like a dying lightbulb.
God: "Kekeke, well then let me give you all a parting gift."
With all the strength he could muster, God slammed down on the panel before he lifelessly went limp and faded to bits of light. True Longinus fell to the ground as the lights twinkled before phasing through the Console.
Sparks suddenly went off and steam rose from the Throne as the Y/n's eyes narrowed.
"Unauthorized altercations being made to the System."
A clone announced.
Y/n: "Fix it."
"Attempting...results: Failed."
The Console starting beeping and flashing red until it suddenly stopped.
Ddraig: "Well that was anticli—"
Suddenly all the Sacred Gears within their possessions shattered and disappeared.
Y/n: "What happened?"
"They seemed to have been transferred into human hosts."
Y/n nodded before grabbing True Longinus from the ground. For some reason it remained behind, not that he was going to question it.
The Throne hummed to life as the clones rebooted it back up. There weren't any exterior damages, but the same couldn't be said for the interior as sparks continued to zap from within in long intervals.
Y/n: "Let us get to work."
The others nodded as some left to fetch materials and the others skimmed through the Console.
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Uruk
Gilgamesh stood atop of his Ziggurat as the sun started to set. In his hand, held in front of him was the Chains of Heaven in necklace form. The sun's light shined off of it and gave it a Divine look.
Gilgamesh held a neutral look as he gazed at it. The look changed when he felt the sky seemed to have rippled. The Holy presence of God flickered in and out of existence before it stabilized. Gilgamesh allowed a small grin as he put on the necklace.
Gilgamesh: "It seems you spoke true, I will honor my end of the deal, Y/n."
He spoke to no one as he turned to head into his Ziggurat as the sun completely set, allowing the darkness of the night to rise.
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