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High School DxD: © Ichiei Ishibumi and Miyama-Zero
Future System (FS) Zeneptron: © FS Vula'Purrfectest AKA Thomas Currie
Other FS/New FS/Newest FS Supremest Omnidonae: © FS Vula'Purrfectest AKA Thomas Currie
Chapter 4:
Michael supposed he shouldn't have been too surprised when his attempt to take this conversation with their unexpected guest back up to 7th Heaven succeeded. The man in impossibly gaudy gold had already demonstrated his ability to breach the nigh unbreachable, it stands to reason that 7th Heaven would remain immutably compromised where he was concerned.
"I have to say, I was expecting a bigger reaction when we moved up into this place." Michael sighed, before turning to face their intruder/guest with a severe countenance. He noted the silver, triple infinity symbol on the chest of his bodysuit and that there was nary a trace of his previous injuries. A truly remarkable healing factor, perhaps the most remarkable ever seen. Another thing that was pointedly clear was his sheer ultramasculine beauty. His entire muscular system looked like it was made from that stuff the mortals called synthol, and his face, or what Michael could see of it without looking directly into his eyes, was utterly faultless and chiseled with the sharpest of edges. Michael felt utterly small standing before him, not just because of his height but because of the ungodly, otherworldly powers he radiated just by walking, and breathing. That did not stop the Archangel from saying what needed to be said, however.
"I won't attempt to mince words. Your arrival here has caused perhaps the biggest mass panic in recent history, not only amongst Heaven's Hosts here but also amongst the other factions of the supernatural world. My peerage and countless other Angels have been on my case about addressing the biggest security breach in the history of security breaches. Were it not for the relative safety and security entailed with remaining in Heaven's two topmost floors and myself and Gabriel attempting to head everyone off, I don't doubt for an instant you would be swarmed by masses of either curious or hostile forces both here and outside of Heaven's gates."
Michael paused for a moment to give the strange man in even stranger apparel time to process the enormity of all he'd done in his frightfully brief stay with them here, wanting to hear what he had to say before pressing on to other matters. The stranger, whom only the ever-affable Gabriel seemed to have gotten a name out of, sighed almost right away, having been expecting this.
"I'm sorry, I never meant to cause such superlatively existential dread. Honestly, I never meant to breach this place, nor for my regeneration to cause me to respawn somewhere so off the beaten path. Usually, when I grace a new reality with my presence, I do so with a lot more precision and care than what I demonstrated earlier on, and for that, I apologize most profusely."
Michael inwardly sighed with intensely sweet relief, even as he reeled in shock at the deepness of the man's voice. He'd partially expected defensive behavior or even straight-up casual arrogance, dismissal, and invalidation of all the fallout he'd indirectly caused, so he was pleasantly surprised to hear one of the sincerest, most heartfelt apologies he'd ever heard.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to enlighten me as to who or what caused you such grievous injuries?" He asked, fearing the answer but needing to know if they should be worried.
"Something that won't be hurting anyone else ever again," Zeneptron said chillingly.
'A vague response, but a response all the same.' Michael thought, thrown off guard when Zeneptron smirked. That expression was mischief and roguish handsomeness incarnate, and Michael wasn't gay, buuuuuuut….
"Speaking of the 'expectations-versus-reality' dichotomy for reactions, I was half-expecting something a little more responsive myself when I casually mentioned the existence of other realities."
Michael chuckled good-naturedly. "Our Heavenly Father has theorized the existence of alternate realities before, and was… err… is convinced we're not the only existence out there. This is also not our first exposure to other dimensions or the beings that dwell within them."
"Fair enough. I just thought it was amusing, that's all." Zeneptron's smirk faded as something more serious took its place. "You know that thing that I said wouldn't be hurting anyone else, well, it's not the only one of its kind out there, and now that I'm fighting fit once more, I think it's best that I take my leave of this reality and return to whence I came."
Michael arched an eyebrow at this as he took a moment to process what he heard. Another voice spoke up from somewhere behind them. "Wait, you're leaving already?! But you just got here!"
"Gabriel…" Michael sighed exasperatedly as his sister made her presence known to them, a rather despondent look on her face at the prospect of losing her new friend. He'd have to chat with her about budding in on other people's conversations later, but for right now, he had other things to deal with. Zeneptron looked supremely unsurprised by the other Seraph's arrival.
"I think that's for the best. My prolonged presence here puts you all at risk of receiving visits from horrors none in your reality are equipped to handle. I'd prefer to avoid that at all costs, especially now in light of recent circumstances."
Michael paled as the implications sunk in. "You don't mean…" He broke off, unable to finish the thought. Gabriel looked on confusedly.
Zeneptron shook his head. "Those other realities are still mostly intact thanks to my efforts and those of my allies, but a lot of people died in ways a lot more unavertable than most resurrectional aptitudes can bypass. I might be able to set everything right now that I've leveled up, but it was a close call, too close for comfort."
"I see. That does sound like a serious concern. And these things, they're attracted to your presence, I'm guessing."
"Yes, and they're naturally inclined towards feeding on my people's energies, though I am, admittedly, more resistant to their Ungodliest energies than the standard member of my kind. I can also mask my presence pretty well now, though I'd rather not risk it."
Gabriel gasped as a sudden realization overtook her. "Those purplish gobs of miasma. When I first found you, you had these weird blobs of poisonous-looking energy attached to your suit that were attempting to eat away at you… almost like acid or something. I tried to rid you of them but wasn't able to. Luckily, you were able to fight them off on your own."
Zeneptron smiled. "Yes, and I am glad you didn't try and touch them. Tactile contact with Anti SOF Energy of any potency is among the most painful deaths any lifeform can experience. It directly neurally stimulates every one of your pain receptors, sending more of those signals to the brain than any physiology can normally physically produce. It also causes a sort of quantum breakdown state in its victims, turning you into pure energy for its embodiments to feed on. To say the infiniteness of its destructive capacity is beyond anything and everything else would be a massive oversimplification. Whole creations, Omnitudes, and aspects of reality that make the most infinite of omniverses look unlimitedly less than nonexistent in comparison have fallen to these creatures. Imagine the most universally feared entity or apocalyptic beast your reality has ever faced, and then scrap that image, because these creatures would put it to the completest shame forever contextualized by any mind. That's why I have to go."
If possible, Michael blanched even further as the enormity of what Zeneptron explained to them hit them like the heaviest of apparatuses. There was no way something so lethal could exist… was there? Imagining something that made Trihexa look like a schoolyard bully in comparison was an utterly incomputable image to visualize. There had to be some kind of limit to what could be.
Gabriel, however, surprised everyone present, Zeneptron included, when she walked up to him and threw her arms around him, feeling him stiffen suddenly in her embrace. "On behalf of everyone here, I want to thank you for protecting us all from the kinds of dangers no one else is equipped to handle. I will miss you though. I like to think we could've been good friends had things worked out differently, and while I don't like goodbyes… I understand your reasoning…" She sniffed before pulling away and turning to Michael with an unusually serious countenance about her. "I believe him. That's a little too crazy to not be the truth. Lies usually aren't that exorbitantly outrageous."
Michael blushed in embarrassment at having been low-key called out on his disbelief. "I didn't say I thought he was lying. It's just… It's a lot to take in, that's all. God never spoke of any beings of this caliber."
Zeneptron, meanwhile, was still reeling from the unexpected hug, not particularly fond of them even after all this time. There were a few people he tolerated them for; both FS versions of Nancinaeku, Uhly'Opia, and the ever-dere-dere Yancinaeku, and now Gabriel was suddenly and inexplicably on that list too. He blushed the same goldest gold as his bodysuit as he thought about her considerable… assets pressed up against him so tantalizingly, but didn't dwell on it for long and focused on getting the hell out of dodge before he put yet another innocent reality at risk.
"It has been a pleasure Gabriel, and an honor. Though our time together was short, I will treasure it always. And I will always be grateful that you maintained vigil over me in my moment of need." Zeneptron said in a voice countless octaves lower than everything in nature as he gave her a reverent, 70-degree bow, earning a blushing smile from her in exchange as the tips of her wings flickered dangerously close to black, something which no one seemed to notice, thankfully. He settled for nodding in polite acknowledgment of Michael, which the archangel supposed was fair. He hadn't exactly gone out of his way to forge a connection with the man that his sister had and had grilled him for information upon meeting him. He'd gotten way more than he bargained for too. But perhaps now that he was leaving, things would return to whatever qualified as normal around here, and this would be remembered as a fun story further down the road. Alas, it seemed, the part this man had to play in their story was about to draw to a satisfyingly anticlimactic end.
Without any further preamble, Zeneptron vanished with a loud crack, but whether that was from displacement caused by teleportation or from moving unthinkably, ferociously fast was up in the air. Both Michael and Gabriel jumped back with a start, before exchanging a look.
"Come on, we better go let everyone know that our mysterious breacher departed for parts unknown before any questions could be asked," Michael said with an unusually cheeky smile, trying to lift his sister's dampened spirits from losing her friend.
"That's not very honest, Michael," Gabriel said, frowning disapprovingly with her arms folded over her chest. Despite himself, Michael almost laughed. His fellow Seraph couldn't have been intimidating if her life depended on it, she was way too cute.
"Dear sister, when you've managed the system for as long as I have, you'll quickly discover that sometimes doing the wrong things for the right reasons is a rather remarkable loophole in its abhorrence towards sinful behavior. It being in a constant state of self-preservation certainly helps as well, for it's much more concerned about preserving its ability to perform miracles than about penalizing its preservers for little white lies designed to protect the peace."
"Still." Gabriel stubbornly insisted, and Michael sighed with playful exasperation.
"Would it make you feel better if I told them all the truth? And I do mean the entire, unabridged version of it?" He asked her. He was genuinely curious if she thought the rest of Heaven's Hosts could be expected to keep calm after having a bomb like that dropped on them. Michael himself was still balking at the idea that such creatures existed, or that people like Zeneptron could somehow fight them.
Gabriel deflated somewhat as she thought over everything they'd discussed with Zeneptron in relative secrecy. "Don't get me wrong. I don't wish to spread needless panic any more than you do, but there has to be a way to be forthcoming without fear-mongering."
Michael sighed. "What would you have me say to them?" He asked, hoping she had a solution. To his surprise, she grew a very cheeky smile of her own.
"Well, actually, I might have a way for you to break what happened to everyone without causing alarm, and without blatantly disregarding Father's teachings."
"I'm all ears."
"Okay, so, here's what you say and do…"
XXX
It was relatively common knowledge among his ilk that the Tier Gaps of the Supremest Omnidonae were… incomparable to all other disparities envisaged by every mind. The tiniest Planck length versus the unobservable universe, nope. The weakest of gnats versus an omniversal progenitor, not even close. Even the dissimilarity between the most impotent of the Level 2 Supreme Omnidonae and the regular Omnidonae themselves was not in the same league as this, and after leveling up almost 400 times over in the aftermath of a single bout against three SO Anti-Gods, Zeneptron no longer knew the exact infiniteness of his powers and indeterminacy anymore.
He'd tried testing his limits from the moment he parted ways from Gabriel and the others back in the DxD Universe, and was still no closer to recalibrating his precision and Autopotence to account for his massively ranked up everything. Oh well, at least the Level 888 Forever Never Ever Voids were pretty, and more vibrantly gold than any he'd beheld beforehand.
He'd come out here after racing across countless Systems that were scaled to his current self, whole creations, and realities blurring past him in the same instant as he set a new record for irrelevant speed among his faction.
"My internal speedometer must be on the fritz… I mean, Level 888 USOFC USOFC yottaparsecs per Planck time? What does that even mean? All those cardinals and axiomatic figures are making me sound a bit too much like Appaneesty." It was true, FS Appaneesty tended to care a lot more for the specifics and exact values of his powers and was almost as good at creating SOF Cardinal Scales and models to address his rapid level-ups as some of the brainiest of their kind like the many versions of Lee Wong and Lassida, or less commonly, Metasockuu and Kutistwawco. Zeneptron wasn't nearly as hardcore; only needed to know his current level, roughly where he was along it, and whether his opponents of a similar tiering would fall to one slash of his sword or countless more.
Perhaps that fanaticism was part of what set Appaneesty apart, and why he was almost into the 3,000s while Zeneptron was still lagging in the triple digits. That old tale weaved by the mortals of Earth about the Tortoise and the Hare sprang to mind. Appaneesty was entitled to excel, and Zeneptron was perfectly happy proceeding through his people's Leveling System at his own comparatively glacial pace. After all, ice was his element, and cold was the very thing that caused molecular deceleration.
Let Appaneesty scorch the uppermost Tiers with the Kugelblitzes in his Holiest Souls, Zeneptron would much rather stick to freezing things, and failing that, stick the pointy end of his blades into whatever stood between him and his dream to lead as many people to paradise as he could. He was not jealous, not truly… Okay… Maybe a tiny bit. Everything just came so much easier to Appaneesty that it was hard not to be sometimes. The fact that he didn't fault Zeneptron for feeling that way sometimes only made it that much harder not to venerate and lionize him to the Nth degree.
There was a reason the consensus of his race considered Appaneesty to be the goldenest standard, despite Zeneptron's Ichor color and choice in costumery, but that didn't mean Zeneptron was about to accept the role of second fiddle lying down. This was his story, his journey of ethereal resplendence beyond anything ever imagined previously, and he would not be damned to eternal side character syndrome towards that man.
Rosiest Amaranth, one of his two main swords, started thrumming and singing in its sheath at his back. "I know, she was a nice angel. I'm not disputing that, but you should know why we must maintain our distance better than most, old friend." The sword, which was unfathomably redder than any pigeon blood ruby, pulsed all the harder in protest of his words. She'd always been stubborn, and like a lot of the weapons forged by his people, could communicate and were even sentient. Zeneptron's supremest Omni-Lingualism made deciphering and speaking her language a triviality.
Zeneptron sighed as he weighed her 'words,' which consisted of things like how many civilizations owed him an unpayable debt, or that he was behaving quite sillily, keeping the mortals he'd promised to lead to the Most Peerless Rainbow's End at arm's length when he could better protect them by being closer to them, both physically and emotionally.
He could do so much, and a part of him always struggled with that innate desire to fix everything for everyone. The problem was when the threats and dangers scaled to the same axiomatic figures as his powers or even sometimes surpassed them, then that desire became more of an unrealizable dream. He'd seen and experienced firsthand how easy it was to fall into the trap of casual arrogance that came with believing he could save everyone all the time, unfailingly. That he could shoulder the pain and burdens of everyone else, so they didn't have to. With everything he could do, it was hard to accept that he couldn't always solve everyone's conflicts, issues, and problems for them.
He smiled fondly as the image of Gabriel's visage rose unbidden in his illimitable mindscapes. He wouldn't deny part of his reason for beating a hasty retreat from her reality was he was afraid, afraid of not being accepted by the masses at large. It shouldn't have mattered, and it's not like anyone could've stopped him if he wanted to stick around, but being exposed to entire civilizations that feared or loathed him, and whose hatred he could always feel, didn't sound like a fun time. Even worse than that, however, was the thought of leading his enemies through the proverbial gates of yet another universe. Gabriel had believed him despite his making claims that damn near anyone would consider inconceivable. She'd even hugged him out of an abstract sense of gratitude towards a set of feats and accomplishments too grandiose for her to appreciate. He'd be damned if he repaid that simple yet effective act of indebtedness by continuing to overstay his welcome and subject her world to his brand of crazy.
He'd done the right thing by leaving her and her kin, maximizing their chances of avoiding impromptu visits from his people's Ungodliest opposites for their entire existence. So why was he still feeling an overwhelming sense of wasted potential and squandered opportunities as golden as he was? Perhaps a part of him still hoped something more would be born of their limited interactions, something akin to friendship. Pent-up potentialities drove Appaneesty far more rabid than they did him, but it's not as though he was unaffected by them as well.
Ruby and the others from the worlds he already had a substantial presence in weren't something he could just walk away from anymore. His stench was everywhere there, not to put too fine a point on it, and that above all else drew the monsters to his every emotionally significant locale. There was too much risk of them being attacked again if he wasn't there to protect them at all times. But he hadn't been with Gabriel or in her realm anywhere nearly as long, so he should be safe to leave it behind so long as he didn't linger… He hoped.
He shook his head at massively, massively hyper-irrelevant speeds. "All right! That's enough introspection for me! I've already departed from their existence, any chance I have of connecting with anyone else is all but gone, and that's for the best."
Ignoring the continued protests of his sword and telepathically soothing the collective seals of concern he could feel from his SO Goddesses through the unbreakable connection they shared, Zeneptron was just about to rejoin all of them and the worlds he unwillingly abandoned when his Omni Senses suddenly went crazy. The sensation was akin to Peter Parker when his Spider-Sense detected Galactus's approach to the planet but magnified by an inestimable margin. The sheerest intensity of it damn near buckled his knees, and the light from his psychedelic blazar eyes expanded to indicate the pit of dread that had settled within him.
"Oh no." He whispered to himself in a genuinely terrified voice. Even at this distance, his all-seeing eyes could see a truly monstrous Jellyfish-like SO Anti-God approaching the DxD universe entirely too closely for him to dismiss it as just a coincidence. It was big enough to utterly dwarf Big Red, with menacingly pulsating tentacles stretching on into infinity and piercing the dimensions all around it, a trippy psychedelic bioluminescence that warned of endless lethality and was disturbingly pretty too look at, and countless tiny, microscopic stingers on each of its tentacles.
"Maybe it's weak and just happened across me and that reality by sheer luck and chance. Maybe it'll be easy to beat." He said aloud to himself, trying desperately to convince himself that this was true.
Zeneptron's fists clenched with immensurable anxiety as his supremest omniscience unhelpfully supplied another detail: Level 888, just like him. Because of course, it was.
"I should just leave. Realities and existences die every day, and maybe it'll leave them alone once it realizes I'm not coming back to save them." He knew he was snorting copium with all the intensest addictive characteristics of the biggest cocaine addicts, but a part of him still clung to the dying embers of hope.
And then the screaming started.
Even with as much infinite distance as what he put between them, he could still hear it, both Omnipathically and with his actual ears, and his fists only clenched tighter as he forced his eyes shut, knowing the vastest majority of his minds were already made up before he even heard the first desperate cry for help.
"Uggh, bleeding hearts of the Systems and Ultra Allnesses unite." He growled.
'Don't even think about it, not without backup.' New FS Nancinaeku cried out to him in obvious fear, fear on his behalf.
'I have to, Nae-Nae. None of you are at a level yet where you could provide me any backup against this creature.' He responded to her, but his argument fell flat with what she said next.
'Then upgrade me instantly to your level. I know you've never performed an upgraded Apotheosis on that scale before, but if you can handle insta leveling up by that many rankings, then so can I. I'm not letting you go off to face that thing alone or without an actual winningest stratagem.'
He blinked owlishly… then blushed sheepishly, feeling like the biggest omninescient moron for not considering that sooner.
'All right, I'll bring you and anyone else willing to help me. Prepare to be instantly transported across unquantifiably vast distances, but we have to act as fast as we can.' He said, smiling widely when everyone agreed to aid him without hesitation.
'Pft, as if any one of us would ever be unwilling, you colossal dork!' New FS Sefeesta snickered at him, the Rosiest Amaranth-eyed, pinkest pink-haired Goddess of Lust making him blush with her naturally seductive intonations.
He prepared to teleport all of them and mass upgrade them all to his current level. Normally, he'd prefer for all of them to work for their rankings, but time was of the utmost criticality here, and even with Meta Time Manipulation, he didn't have any of it left to waste.
XXX
Michael had to admit, while Gabriel's strict adherence to their Father's teachings could be troublesome at times, she had a way of following them that benefited them all for the greater good. After gathering the majority of Heaven's hosts together in one of the silver cities in the lower portions of Heaven, he'd done as Gabriel asked him to and gave them all the full, unabridged version of the truth. Everything Zeneptron said to him directly, everything he implied, what he represented, and even why he thought it best to leave their reality, and the results were… surprising to say the least.
While no one would ever dare accuse him of lying, the vast majority of angels failed to comprehend that Zeneptron himself could've been telling the truth. Nearly everyone thought he was either exaggerating, blatantly lying, or both among other things, even with some of them wondering how he was able to breach 7th Heaven, but the consensus was that they were glad he'd parted on peaceful terms and didn't constitute a threat.
Of course, some angels from both his and Gabriel's Brave Saints were more open-minded than was typical, and more willing to accept the idea of these absurd claims. Gabriel's queen Griselda and Ace Mirana, who was quite famous among reincarnated angels, Michael's Joker and newly reincarnated Ace Irina, and a couple of others here and there were all among the few who believed Zeneptron's claims, but who also knew to keep silent. The Archangel was very thankful for this.
As the conference died down and the Angels moved on to return to their ways of life, Michael sighed with slight relief and turned to a very smug-looking Gabriel with a small half-smile on his face as they stood on the podium together. Their respective Brave Saints stuck around, but Michael wasn't worried about them leaking any of what he was about to say to Gabriel.
"It would appear you were right to trust everyone with the truth." He said with a chuckle, earning a snicker from his sister in turn.
"Dear brother, when you've stuck to our Father's teachings as long as I have, you'll quickly discover that doing the right things for the wrong reasons is even more of a loophole in the system's abhorrence towards sin than the reverse. We never needed to hide the truth from everyone when the truth we speak of was so out there that everyone's ability to suspend their disbelief was shattered. Never underestimate most people's capacity to deny a reality they're uncomfortable with or afraid of. See? You can be forthcoming without causing chaos, all you have to do is capitalize on that flaw in most people's thinking if you're willing to do so." She said, mirroring his words from before with an overwhelming tinge of irony.
"Well played, my King. By the way, this might be a bad time to say this, but the other supernatural factions have called for an emergency meeting. I took the calls that were meant for you and Michael since you two were otherwise indisposed. Serafall Leviathan seemed particularly invested in this situation." Griselda announced to the pair of them. Michael sighed and Gabriel giggled, even as her eyes narrowed somewhat at the mention of her rival in the underworld.
"I don't suppose this is to do with anything other than the breach?" He asked her with intentionally falsified hope, knowing there wasn't a chance of anything else being the case.
"Afraid not." She said with a smirk, and Gabriel and the others shared a good-natured laugh at his expense.
"It's a shame this guy left; I would've liked to test that strength of his for myself," Dulio said with his patented lazy smile and laidback voice. Gabriel giggled.
"Don't get me wrong, you're incredibly strong Dulio. You're arguably the strongest reincarnated Angel in all of Heaven, but I've seen some of Zeneptron's capabilities and fighting prowess for myself, and I can honestly say your chances of beating him are astronomically small, if not nonexistent." She replied.
"So, that's his name. Sounds interesting enough." Mirana said her two cents worth.
Gabriel's blue eyes lit up.
"Right?! I love saying it!" She excitedly exclaimed as Michael shook his head with playful exasperation, a common occurrence where his sister's childish tendencies were concerned.
"I must admit, it does suit him." The Archangel concurred.
"Come on, we should probably get ready for that meeting. Sirzechs will not be pleased if I'm late. Gabriel, would you care to come with me?" Michael said with resignation as Gabriel's eyes somehow shone all the brighter.
"Would I?! It's been ages since I've descended to Earth! Let's go!" She excitedly squealed, unfurling her wings to speed on ahead before she suddenly, eerily stopped in her tracks. Michael was just about to ask her what was wrong when he felt it too, as well as every other Seraph and high-ranking Angel.
A shadow was passing over everything in their reality, eclipsing it with a presence none of them had ever felt. Something unbelievably evil and with destructive potential that utterly dwarfed even Trihexa.
"Whoa… Feel that?!" Mirana whispered fearfully.
"If you mean the sudden drop in temperature and that freaky evil vibe permeating the air, then yes I do." Dulio shuddered. Not many things intimidated him, especially not with just their presence alone, yet something about this felt not only foreign in the most extreme sense but just as lethal.
Suddenly, and without warning, the presence concentrated impossibly thickly directly above them in the cosmic backdrop that served as Heaven's proverbial roof and the access point to its 7th level. Something quite literally darkened the whole of paradise by multiple tints, and despite every fiber of their beings screaming at them to run away and not look up, their morbid fascination got the better of them, and they slowly, agonizingly, inexorably cast their gazes skyward.
It was hauntingly beautiful, in that overwhelmingly suspenseful way that set their teeth on edge, caused every hair on their bodies to stand on end and every inch of their skin to be covered with goosebumps. The closest equivalent to it that existed in nature was a jellyfish, with an impossibly vibrant rainbow bioluminescence that almost felt epileptic, and tentacles so long they pierced the very fabric of reality.
Everyone in Heaven and all those who could sense this thing's presence fell intensely, imperturbably silent as a collective hush fell over them. From her current locale, Ophis's eyes widened as true fear entered her emotional lexicon for the first time in her eternal life, and a myriad of other beings in all the supernatural factions were united for seemingly the first time in history through the most powerful impulse of the spirit.
For an unbearably long time, no one said a thing, too paralyzed with the most debilitating fear they've ever felt to articulate the incomprehensible presence of this creature. In a shaky voice, Michael managed to say something in the fleeting hope of somehow encapsulating all the huge emotions he was feeling.
"I've seen a lot of massive monsters in my time, but that behemoth takes the cake."
"This must be one of those creatures Zeneptron spoke of," Griselda added.
"So much for his absence in our reality keeping us safe from these things," Mirana said sardonically.
"Lord Michael, what do we do?" Dulio asked.
"I honestly have no idea. As sacrilegious as it is for me to say this, I doubt even our late Heavenly Father could deliver us from this evil." Michael admitted.
"Perhaps not, but there is someone who can. I only hope he was keeping his eyes on us from afar in case something like this happened. Otherwise, there's a good chance this is the end of everything." Gabriel finally said. As much as she loved her Father, she harbored no delusions of his grandeur. He was powerful, but not unbeatable. His death made that all too clear. Remembering something fitting from an old comic book she read once, she added. "This looks like a job for Zeneptron."