Jeremiah’s body trembled.

  No longer triumphant and adamant, he fell on his knees.

  In front of everyone.

  “K—Kanae…” Jeremiah barely spoke out.

  “Demon-Child.” Kanae’s eyes focused on the boy, “What is it?”

  “Do you know how many Rebels survived Floria’s destruction…”

  Kanae touched his chin, “Nine, including you, Anubis and Abriam.”

  “You’re missing one…” Jeremiah’s eyes sharpened before darting toward someone else.

  “Saraline, when I left you to go to the Cathedral. How many of you were remaining?”

  Saraline stood up, “Three including myself. Me, Dara and Psylaiso.”

  “You guys… you’re forgetting someone.” Jeremiah’s lips quivered.

  “Conquest?” Tagma stared, “W—We don’t know if their even alive.”

  “No…” Jeremiah’s voice trembled before his gaze landed on Medea, “What the hell did you do?”

  “I don’t recall doing a single thing to your memories. Or anyone’s.” Medea gave a grin, “Maybe it was something to reality itself?”

  “Did you… erase Malzer?”

  “Who the hell is Malzer?” Lucius snickered, his wings flapped a little. “I think we should give a ceremony for the deceased Rebels— like Judas.”

  “What do you mean, you were a trio… You, Anubis and Malzer…” Jeremiah’s eyes began to water.

  “I don’t know what the hell you’re speaking about. You hit your head too hard that you came in here speaking some bullshit, you’re as bad as my dumbass brother and sister.” Lucius’s eyes quickly darted to Paris then back at Jeremiah.

  “Oh God…” Jeremiah trembled. “He’s gotten you all..”

  “I’m listening.” Medea pouted, “Moving on from Jeremiah Demetri’s outburst, I feel like we should prepare for war. Anyday now Samiel’s forces may appear from thin-air, who knows what we’d do then.”

  “Don’t we have the numbers advantage?” Felix waved his hand around, “Overwhelming them with a bunch of powerful people and soldiers should do the job.”

  “We had the numbers advantage against her in Floria.” Peria shook his head, “Yet look at the state of us, only four of us remain.”

  “But that’s due to Thidos’ negligence.” Pollux and Castor both spoke at once, “Assuming Medea is any smarter, I believe there can be a better plan up ahead.”

  “It seems you’re falling for his tricks my dear twins…” Amarze stomped his foot down, “We barely know this guy— he’s always been eyeing down being a conqueror. What good would come if we let him win!”

  “Eyeing down?” Ivory’s voice raised higher than ever before, “The Lord is pinnacle of true love.”

  “Ivory.” Ozymandias called out, “Let him explain.”

  “Are you his caretaker or something?” Amarze scoffed, “Anyway what I wanted to say is I don’t trust that man at-all. What should happen is all available leaders should join together for this war, especially the underpowered ones. Kanae, Jeremiah and Hecate. We should—”

  “I can fight for myself..” Hecate snapped.

  “It’s less of that and more that those prior two are weak against any of those four! It’d just be a casualty— matter of fact, where is Famine!”

  “Famine is at his mansion or the mural of Jonah possibly.” Alucard smiled.“Well tell him to get him to come!” Amarze roared, “If this really goes down to war, which it will, we need ev—”

  CRASH!

  “What the hell was that?” Amarze’s head snapped to the door, “Everyone leave!”

  Majority of people ran outside.

  Four silhouettes were floating in the Night-Sky. All of them let the wind gust on their clothing, their heads facing downward but away from the Cathedral. The moon behind them warped into something different.

  The full moon was rocky but shined bright onto their backs: it had a face however: a long pointed nose sported alongside glowing yellow, bulging eyes that stared onto the realm. Covered in the fog but their angry and snarling teeth brightened the night-sky.

  It also brightened the four silhouettes:

  Samiel Guildford (Eliza + Melissa Guildford) — The God of Monsters and Matter, Sole Ruler of Invalia

  Teysu Hama — Second of The Big Three

  Cerberus Patel — Third of The Big Three

  Asura Valkyrie — First of The Big Three, Formerly Sin of Wrath ~ Seven Deadly Sins

  “What the fuck.” Amarze murmured as he stared above.

  “What was the crashing sound then?” Lianous spat.

  “I don’t know!”

  “A battle of fate, huh?” Kanae smirked as he laid his palm on Tagma’s shoulders, “Man if I knew all those years ago being a revolutionary would mean I’d fight God.”

  “Would you do it?” Tagma leaned his head right.

  “We’re taking back history— who cares if it’s against God.” Kanae smiled. “Anyway, Jeremy— let’s get further away from here. Focus on support— I’ll be shooting. Let’s see how far you can throw those lollipops!”

  “Explosions from afar— good. You have your laser gun?” Jeremiah took the comb out of his hair.

  “No.”

  “I’ll make a signal for the pucks.” Medea lowered his voice, “They’ll come with ammo and wraith-guns, they should help with the support too.”

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  “How will you make the signal?” Beelzebub retorted.

  Medea pointed to the sky, a visage of his emblem was in the heart of it.

  A skull wrapped in a thorny flame.

  “That should alarm them to come! I give it a couple of minutes— they’ll be giving support for everyone’s battle!” Medea clapped his hands.

  “That’d be actually quite helpful. If only the pucks weren’t basic military against practically God.” Jeremiah raised his voice, “We’ll talk more about Malzer after this is over but for—”

  “There’s fucking more— wait a moment..” Saraline’s eyes landed on three silhouettes that stood in the fog.

  “We are completely unrelated from Samiel…” A slippery but familiar voice walked out first from the fog. “But it’d be quite interesting if we joined sides with her, eh?”

  Abriam — The Kappa, Follower of The Savior

  “You turned tail and ran? Damn Kappa.” Lucius grit his teeth.

  “Quite the opposite.” Someone else walked out from the fog.

  Anubis Canai — The Pharaoh, Spokesman of The Savior

  The fog dissipated instantly as soon as the final silhouette walked forward.

  “That fog was supposed to be permanent— until I chose it to go.” Medea’s eyes twitched, “You like ruining everything don’t you! Damn Imp.”

  “Sorry.”

  The Savior (Formerly known as: Zero, The Invalian Mutilator, Masalor and The Imp) — Sloth Incarnate.

  “Masalor?” Both Amarze and Asura spoke as they saw The Savior.

  “We get that alot. But our focus isn’t on you.” The Savior stared at Psylaiso, Saraline and Dara.

  “Amarze.” Asura then stared down at the Decimator, “Long time no see.”

  “You guys came earlier than I thought— didn’t even let us truly prepare.” Amarze punched his palm, “Are you that willing to die?”

  “I’ll make this fight memorable, be thankful I saved you over that Khan kid in Purgatory.”

  “You’ll remember this perfectly well when you’re in hell.”

  “It’s quite early alright.” Medea’s eyes narrowed, “Disperse and fight separately, we’ll address everything else later.”

  “There’s no plan?! No formation?!” Felix yelped, “We are doomed to die!”

  “Then die valiantly, Atlas!”

  “Me and Kanae will be standing here.” Jeremiah crunched his lollipop, “I’m sorry Medea but I feel like we’d be better authority.”

  “You can be quiet.” Amarze’s voice cracked, “I’m not listening to either one of you! I got my own shit I gotta deal with!”

  Amarze shot up from the ground racing toward Asura. A rematch occurring over 120 after the Invalian Genocide.

  “I regret sparing someone as idiotic as you!” Amarze yelled, “Maybe I should remind you that I am justice incarnate.”

  “Well look at how your justice has ran! Not only into Limbo but also death!” Asura flung his right arm into darkness, a crimson-black scythe dropping into his hand.

  “You shall be the one who dies.” Amarze slammed his body into Asura— sending themselves a distance away from the others.

  “How about think for once before running off!” Medea roared, “Hell! Everyone stay—”

  Saraline, Psylaiso and Dara ran toward The Savior. Both parties willing to each-other, in a battle of life or death.

  “I’ll kill you three… for Nil.” The Savior reaffirmed their stance as he stood still.

  “Nil Aries? You now care for her!?” Saraline roared, “I really do gotta smack your head straight! Grover style.”

  “Be careful though.” Psylaiso split off to the left as Dara took the right— Saraline the centre, “We don’t know if his psychosis has made him more powerful.”

  “Not no— I know he f—“ Dara fell to the ground, her body twitching as it began to rapidly transform into the hulking Kaiju: Rallio.

  Whilst, Lucius and Tagma flung toward Anubis. A confrontation between two Rebels and a backstabber.

  “This reminds me of my entrance exam for the Cassettes.” Anubis tapped his chin.

  “Your making us waste time! We should focus on Samiel— not some squabble!” Lucius flapped his wings, hasting his speed.

  “Damn it.” Medea slammed his feet down, “Silas! Alucard! Take care of these nuisances fast!”

  “Zero’s lackeys?” Alucard tilted his head.

  “Affirmative!”

  “I’ll skin him alive for you, my Lord.” Silas twitched his fingers before both Slavi paced themselves.. darting as both

  Silas and Alucard bolted at the lone Abriam.

  “We should focus on the Samiel’s forces.” Felix snapped his helmet back on, “I don’t trust Medea’s intentions but theres no other choice!”

  “I completely agree.” Peria walked up to Atlas, “Let’s go for the weakest one, Teysu.”

  “Weakest?!” Teysu’s head sprang down as he leered, “You damn brats! I’ll fucking kill all of you and make your heads my personal se—”

  “His voice is grating.” Hecate and Ozymandias both pointed at the boy, “I’ll help take care of this annoying pest.”

  “Me too.” Lianous stepped up to the two.

  “Isn’t your ability to go invisible practically useless?” Ozymandias leaned his head to the right.

  “Let’s not waste time on this! Listen, I can sneak up on this bastard and if we find a weakness. I’ll exploit it and I’ll be a true hero! A true saint!”

  “You care about that stuff now?” Peria chuckled.

  “Those girls were right, I have no backbone! So I’ll be a true snake and sneak up on that bastard! I don’t give a fuck about being a true hero— I don’t want to fucking die!” Lianous yelled before jumping onto Felix’s armor, “Go Atlas! Soar up!”

  “Sure man..” Atlas began to fly upward as..

  Felix, Lianous, Hecate, Peria and Ozymandias jumped at Teysu.

  “Alright.” Nyx spoke, leaning his body on Ilya. “Cerberus is ours.”

  “Anyone know his ability?” Paris’s eyes darted across Nyx, Ilya and Gloxer.

  “I saw on the news one time that there was some ice.” Gloxer punched his fist, “If he’s one of those bastards on the news that were doing all sorts of atrocities…”

  “Yes he was!” Paris giggled, “He went out and raped so many women and men before mercilessly murdering them.”

  “Isn’t he just a dog?” Ilya rolled her eyes, “How’d he do that?”

  “BARK BARK.”

  Cereberus barked at the group, his body was on all fours as he floated in the sky.

  “Perhaps he doesn’t know any better.” Gloxer itched his neck.

  “He does know better.” Medea sternly spoke, “He’s a fucking skinwalker— not an actual dog.”

  “So he has a conscience and he’s still on this crusade.” Gloxer’s body began to have a red firey aura circulate around it, “That’s fucked up!”

  “Gloxer— your tuxedo.” Nyx raised his hand.

  “He’s burnt a thousand of them at this point,” Ilya shook her head, “Let’s kill this bastard.”

  “I need to get closer to possess him.” Paris clapped his hands, “But I don’t even know if that’ll work.”

  “For now stay with us!” Gloxer charged up, “Until one of those bastards are defeated, you can go all—”

  “LOKI!!!” Paris flung his body out before he collapsed to the ground.

  His body vanished.

  Like a vampire, a shadow stood in it’s place— rising from the wooden floor.

  “Bark Bark!” Cereberus barked once more.

  “Don’t try trick us into going easy on you, bastard!” Gloxer yelled, “You ain’t no dog!”

  Nyx, Ilya, Gloxer and Paris lunged at Cereberus.

  “Those ones are good ones.” Medea smiled at Ivory, “They’re going after the opponents that can actually ruin this world! Every other one of these idiots are going for some personal vendetta.”

  “Lord, there’s only one remaining.” Ivory relaxed his muscles, “Will I be dead weight?”

  “You aren’t on her level but I am, you will survive this battle.” Medea’s voice croaked “I put my soul on it.”

  “Isn’t this woman the one you said was ‘Ezekiel’s Favourite?’”

  “Yeah I did, if we take care of her now— maybe reality will fix altogether.” Medea began to fly into the sky.

  “That wasn’t you?”

  “Most of it was but some of it was not, and she’s the only God left.”

  “Don’t refer to me as God.”

  Medea’s pupils dilated as he stared at Samiel.

  “Eliza?”

  “I am the fusion between both Eliza — The God of Matter and Melissa Guildford.” Samiel clenched her fist, staring at Medea. “I am here to bring about the Loraq.”

  “That holy book— you ending the world seriously?”

  “Have I not ended one already? Oh, I’ve heard about you attempting to save those Florians— they are all dead.”

  “How?” Ivory launched himself into the air.

  “Because I am all powerful. Just as you have power with all the realms— I do as well.”

  “Enough talking.” Medea threw off his coat and cape, “I just want to kill you so this is all over.”

  “Now that Thidos is dead— Infinity is now over.” Samiel softly spoke.

  Medea froze.

  “It’s…”

  “The holy-book that Ezekiel once preached was the Loraq— the True God watches over this battle.” Samiel pointed at the full moon.

  “CURSE YOU….” Medea spat before…

  “Lord!” Ivory jumped in front of Medea as…

  Medea and Ivory blocked as Samiel tackled both of them into the sky.

  Babael, Beelzebub, Azrael, Merlin, Pollux and Castor were the only ones remaining.

  “You heard the man, get everyone evacuated!” Merlin sharpened his claws, “We don’t know the true extent of her power. It’s a full moon so I’ll be boosted!”

  “She may be trying to destroy this realm aswell.” Babael nodded his head, “Merlin— only you can go to Famine.”

  “Why me?”

  “We have to deal with helping those who are injured.” Pollux and Castor both spoke simultaneously, “If one of us are gone for too long, who knows what’ll happen.”

  “Fine then! But that has no deal on the civilians!” Merlin waved his hand.

  “They’re up in the sky as Medea said right.” Babael rolled his eyes, “We’ll try and stop any fighting above space!”

  “What the fuck is above space?” Merlin’s fur stood on his itself.

  “Heaven! The civilians were already killed before we got here!”

  “WHAT?” Pollux and Castor both screeched.

  “It’s the only reasoning! I don’t see no sculptures on the clouds— there aren’t even any! When Medea said all those civilians are in the sky, he didn’t mean they were living there! They are all dead and now in Heaven! That’s what he means! Think for a moment, experiencing war wouldn’t be pleasurable! People would rather die over that!” Babael slammed his chest.

  “This is insane!” Merlin’s eyes frantically looked around.

  “GO I SAID!” Babael bellowed out.

  Merlin obliged and ran in the right direction.

  In order to get Famine.

  .

  .

  .

  “Okay..” Beelzebub gulped, “This came really fast.”

  “Too fast, they just—” Azrael slapped himself, “No complaining! The battle of fate is here and now!”

  “It is here now.” Jeremiah scoffed, “There’s no other choice other than trying to fight.”

  “I can’t believe it’s fucking Teysu that’s up there.” Kanae facepalmed, “Was I not a good brother to him or something?”

  “Don’t blame yourself…” Pollux spoke out.

  “It was his journey that led him down here, not you.” Castor finished the sentence.

  “Thank you, Saints.” Kanae held back tears, still keeping up a smile.

  “We’ll leave you two to it!” Azrael snapped his body back.

  “Don’t die!” Beelzebub formed his body into a swarm of flies. His staff morphing alongside him.

  “We should be telling you guys that.” Jeremiah’s horns glinted red as he waved goodbye to the others.

  As the remaining combatants floated into the air before splitting off.

  23rd of October, 125AD:

  Beginning of: War for Glory.