The following Years were hectic after Heavens Attack, with the Legions of Hell being mustered and led into battle with the Heavenly Host at the gates of the First Heaven. Lucifer was devoting his all to the attacks, seeing it as the time to bring down the Kingdom of God. He originally had six other demons leading under him, each corresponding with one of the Seven Deadly Sins, but the Demon Satan, Lord of Wrath (Lucy what the fuck is up with your naming sense!?) died in the initial attack, leading the remaining Six to take his name as a Title of Power, similar to what the Romans did with Caesar. From what our surveillance picked up it was being used as propaganda to bolster the Legions moral as they were being slaughtered at the Pearly Gates.
Heaven itself was doing fine as The Big Man just shat out new doves to take the place of his dead kids in mass, leading to a siege on heaven lasting several years. The Fallen were staying out of the main conflict for the time being, simply being to small to actually get involved. Of the original 200 Watchers that fell, only 57 of us remained, and of those only 9 were of the first 20 leaders. While were had been adding to our ranks the past few millennia, with God alive and active few angels have actually fallen and stayed alive long enough to reach us and join, the rest either dying to angels, devils, or some beast that overpowered them. The Grigori had in total maybe 2000 actual fallen, with maybe only 1500 of those being actual combatants and not simply researchers or children. When compared to the literal never-ending swarms of devils and angels we were up against, it became less a war of killing God, and more a war of survival.
My position was a strenuous one, as my only backers were my old helpers and their followers with any favor and influence I had with the other leaders had long since expired. To them I was not Azazel the Governor General as my counterpart was, but rather Azazel The Wanderer, a Fallen who left them time and time again. I was not trusted by my brothers and sisters, a majority not even knowing who I was despite being one of the Founders. The only reason I was taken seriously at all was my overwhelming strength compared to them. The other Leaders still active were Shemhazia who led the Grigori, Kokabiel who was the marshal of our troops, Penemue who was in charge of our Intelligence division, Baraqiel who was in Charge of Defense, and Tamiel who controlled our Finances. I was tentatively activated as Head of Research and Development. The other three were content to relinquish command, with my position having been Satanael's before he stepped down.
The Six of us met often, discussing what exactly we planned to do in the war. It should be noted that none of us (outside of me) actually wanted God dead, or even Lucifer for that matter. Most of them simply wanted to return to Paradise, and hoped that they could force Him to take us back by force if needed. I ended up working closely with Penemue and Kokabiel, developing new was to spy on our opponents and train the troops respectively. Gadreel, Shamsiel, and Zadkiel also joined under me like they used to, with Gadreel learning under me how to better kill things, Shamsiel learning how to use magic to defend, and Zadkiel mastering different healing arts under my command.
Our main concern was that of limiting the spread of Christianity, attempting to do so though influencing figures such as King Herod, Emperor Claudius, and and Nero as well as killing any of his prophets and saints that we could. For a time it was working, as we managed to limit the spread but as always He finds a way, and by 313 despite our best efforts Rome no longer persecuted them and we were put on the back foot.
By this point my allies in the Roman Pantheon had wizened up to the threat that Christianity posed to them and their rule, but it was too late to actually enact any change. A battle in the shadows was being waged as God and his angels protected the faith against our combined efforts while also holding off Lucifers invasion simultaneously. Our attempts to create conflict and instigate violence were often countered by his guardian angels and any attacks directly made against his followers was met with divine intervention in the form of his Archangels and Seraphim taking the field to protect them. Unwilling to see the complete destruction of my friends faith, I in the form of Prometheus tried to convince the Olympians to focus on saving their believers, getting them to go to ground and survive the purges that I knew would come so that their way wouldn't be lost. While many didn't bother, I was lucky that some listened to my wisdom and by 380 when Christianity officially became the state religion.
I had to watch in real time as the Greco-Roman Pantheon was beaten back, as Angels descended upon Mt. Olympus and laid siege to the gods of the Mountain. I fought with them as Prometheus, burning the hordes of angelic beings that attack and leading the defense alongside Ares/Mars but eventually our defenses broke, Zeus/Jupiter lay beaten and forced to give up many of the Olympian Treasures and Authority in order to spare the lives of him and his subjects. Uriel and Gabriel, the ones who led the Assault left the proud king a broken mess, his palace in ruins and his people scattered.
And I knew that this was not the end. More Pantheons would fall in this way, whether they be the Celts, the Norse, the Egyptian, or any other I knew that He would wage war against their peoples and convert them to his own. And I would be their to Bleed him the entire way, making sure that every victory he has will be pyrrhic, that he will watch as his many sons and daughters die by the thousand if that is what it'll take.
He will die, as he foresaw. I'll make damned sure of it even if I have to rip his heart out myself.
AN: More images updated. Will also make some kind of power level list so you all can understand how strong some people are.