“I’m joking Dad! I don’t think that of you!” Zachariah squealed, running toward Xeras and hugging him tightly.

  “Zac— Zachariah.” Xeras sighed, “Why’d you bring everyone here to see me so frail. You shouldn’t even be seen, you are a secret!”

  “That wasn’t my intent Father! Believe me, I’d never do something that I didn’t believe benefited you or was ordered of me! We live for Super Peace!”

  “Can you stop yelling.” Kanae scoffed from across the room, both his hands plugged into his ears. “You are super loud.”“I apologise Kanae Shota of the Cassettes! I don’t want to cause problems.” Zachariah backed off from Xeras, looking back at the Saints, Angels and Seraphims specifically. “Hey you, Azrael!” The Angel pointed to a man standing beside Ilya.

  “You brought everyone here Zachariah, you said you had something important to say.” Azrael spoke: a young man with fair skin,short, unkempt, black hair and gray eyes. He had a birthmark shaped as a star layered upon his right eye and he was dressed in a melon raincoat, charcoal boots and grey leggings.

  “Yeah, I don’t get it?” Merlin scratched his fur, “We Saints weren’t even sent to fight Samiel, clearly we aren’t seen good enough.”

  “Well you Saints are extremely powerful but Samiel’s power eclipses all of you— even the Angels! See look now, we only have a few left.” Zachariah pouted, the scars on each side of his lips swelling. “It’s only me, Peria, Gloxer and Nyx. Four out Ten, there isn’t even time to mourn— or burial since their corpses are…”

  “They killed our people! Yet nothing came out from you Xeras! You let our people die to a longer level than Alabendo! Heck. Amarze was right!” Peria shouted, all three of his eyes glaring yellow at the God who stood by the window. “He said that you were incompetent! He said that you’d continue to let us die! He was right!”

  “Wait. Where even is my Dad and Amarze?” Ilya’s eyes widened, “You said we’d never see them again, what did you do Lord?”

  “No.” Gloxer shook his head, “He said they went to a place that someone from the Reprisal already went.”

  “That was a lie.” Xeras sipped from the bottle, dazed and barely leaning on the window.

  “What? Then what happened.” Rosamire spoke, she leaned against the doors— keeping them open with her strength whilst the rest of the Saints stood behind the remaining Angels, who stood behind the Seraphims.

  “May I be able to walk in?” Nyx spoke to Rosamire, he was standing outside the door.

  “Of course so! Don’t worr—”

  “Miles Phillips is dead, his head was rolling around this same floor years ago. Amarze is now in Limbo…. there’s no way for him to ever leave. Ever.” Xeras stupified, he dropped to the floor— sitting on his ass and he continued to drink.

  “What?”

  “Are you fucking serious.”

  “Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse— not only is the money I spent here wasted, you did such a foolish act!”

  “Curse you.”

  “Go to hell.”

  “My father…”

  “Brother. Brother.”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you!” Pollux and Castor synchronised, “Why should we fight your battles ever again! You killed one of us!”

  “Amarze. Amarze that bastard was fucking right all along.” Merlin beared his fangs.

  “No he wasn’t!” Lianous yelled, “He had me stalk that false God for days, he even killed Alabendo!”

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  “So he was simply lying about that? Hell, no wonder these two were like a pea in the pod— they are so fucking useless! Why did my Father pick such dumbasses…” Gloxer punched his palm, “I’m done with this shit.”

  The Former Fifth Angel, The Wrathful walked past Rosamire.

  Leaving the Cathedral.

  Nyx was holding onto Ilya.

  She was sobbing.

  “Dad, is this who you really are?” Zachariah turned to look at his father.

  Xeras was just drinking the alcohol, staring at the ceiling.

  “Hey Lianous!” Peria turned around, staring at the Lusted. “You ain’t scotfree either! You’ve had five years to say this shit— why haven’t you.”

  “I casually forgot to.” Lianous raised his head up, flicking his violet hair which was flowing at the top however short at the sides.

  “You simply forget to mention that Amarze killed an Angel!” Merlin roared.

  “Well, he did manipulate Miles and send him to his—”“KEEP MY FATHERS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!”

  Lianous looked at Ilya who was trembling on the marble floor.

  Her eyes spiralling and directed at him.

  “Sorry darling, I can’t speak about this without mentioning him.”

  “You seriously think acting apathetic is cool? You have to have character behind it— you are just some dickhead!” Felix chuckled, walking up to Lianous.

  BLAM!

  Punching him in the nose with his iron gauntlets, the Lusted kneeling to the floor as he covered his nose which was leaking with blood.

  “Bastard!”

  “Hell that’s what I should call you! I honestly have no personal attachment toward any part of this but actually I do.” Felix snapped his head and pointed at Xeras.

  “I was supposed to be GOD! I was supposed to be the most beautiful inventor of all time. Born into an affluent family, born into riches and love and prize and gold and beauty! I was destined for fortune! The Nightingale Corporation, the most financially stable and affluent buisness in all of Omalga! From weapons, to infastructure to buisness to agriculture to love! TO EVERYTHING I HAD! MOST IN THIS FILTHY FILTHY WORLD! NOW WHAT DO I HAVE?

  I have nothing! I spent, I invested all of this fortune into your fucking world. What do I get? Jackshit! I am in debt! How am I, the man blessed in currencies that are even beyond your comprehension as a self proclaimed God. HOW AM I IN DEBT? You let the world end! You didn’t even send me or Paris or Rosamire or Merlin or the fucking Wilsons! YOU LET OUR WORLD BURN!”

  “Hehe. What do you want me to do? It’s all over anyway, I have no plans— I’ve lost.”

  “You haven’t even gotten off your ass and fought! Maybe if you did that, we wouldn’t have lost more than all fucking Florians!”

  “Oh well.”

  “You really fucking piss me off.” Kanae sighed, “I always knew God was a dickhead but if this is my first time meeting him. I don’t want to go to Heaven.”

  “I couldn’t care less.”

  “I’m leaving.” Peria sighed, “I don’t just mean this Cathedral, I’m leaving this whole fucking world. If you want to go to Ostra and try find a living there— whilst fighting Samiel with Medea. Come with me.”

  The Oni walked towards the door.

  Everyone except: the Rebels, Rosamire, Ilya, Nyx, One Seraphim and Zachariah left with him.

  Leaving just those people in the quiet Cathedral.

  Quiet Cathedral, no sounds from outside— there was no outside. Hell was outside but is that really the best view from a God’s domain.

  “So what makes you people stay.” The Seraphim spoke. Long silver-colored hair tied into two pigtails, green eyes and tanned skin. Diamond earings dangling off her earlobes as she was dressed in a velvet blue garb.

  “Ilya. We need to check on Richard.” Nyx ignored and whispered into the girl’s ear.

  “R—Richard. Wait, Richard’s dojo.”

  “Yes, he might’ve.”

  “No! He has decay right? He’s able to protect against.”

  “I don’t even know how the world’s destruction occurred— it was like instant.”

  “He’s faster than an instant, he can survive!”

  “He doesn’t have decay anymore.”

  “What.”

  “He doesn’t have decay anymore, he never even had enchants. He was just born with the power as if he was an Invalian, he’s…”“No! No! He’s not dead, he’s not dead! Richard isn’t dead. Roxanne wouldn’t want that, she said for him to survive! That’s all!”

  “Richard is dead.”

  “But! We haven’t even checked, or saw a body.”

  “You saw exactly what happened to the Angels when we went to fight. There was no bodies there.”

  “Stop! Stop!”

  “Nyx. It’s alright. Relax.” Zachariah was behind the vampire, hugging him. “It’s okay. You lived, she lived. We can live the dreams of those who’ve fallen and then take on the dreams of the ones who have crumbled. We live for Super Peace!” He looked back at Xeras before shaking his head.

  The God was passed out on the marble floor, alcohol leaking out his mouth.

  “I could’ve died. If I wasn’t dead already then…”

  “Be happy, use that vampirism to help. You’ve been doing it already, you helped track Samiel with your falling ability. It’s okay, we saved lives because of you. Be strong for Ilya. We live for Super Peace!”

  “D—dad.” She muttered.

  “I wasn’t wrong was I.” Anubis turned to face Lucius before staring at the unconscious Xeras, “He’s the big bad of Floria. Wearing a mask of Thidos in public to hide this humanity behind, his disgusting sins. He could never wash away that evil.”

  “You give him too much credit, he probably didn’t even notice Samiel appeared at our base until it’s too late.”

  “I don’t know why none of the Angels or Seraphims arrested us though.” Tagma sighed.

  “There’s no point, the world’s ended so what good would arresting only a handful of surviving rebels do.” Kanae patted Tagma’s shoulder.

  “Malzer is with Jeremiah right?” Abriam turned to Lucius who nodded, “So what about my girlfriend— did she survive?”

  “Don’t ask dumb questions.” Kanae huffed, “She’s dead.”

  “Oh. I don’t like that.”

  “I don’t like that one bit.”

  Thank you for reaching the end of this chapter!

  A lot went down, and from here the story begins to accelerate even faster. Every character is being tested, and every decision is reshaping the world around them.

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