Kokabiel's POV
Time moved on with its own relentless pace, uncaring of the dread that built with each passing day.
Another month crawled by, each hour feeling simultaneously too fast and too slow. Too fast because I knew what was coming. Too slow because waiting for inevitable tragedy was its own special torture.
Then Yahweh finally returned to Heaven.
I felt his presence before the official announcement, that familiar warmth that permeated Heaven whenever he was present. It was diminished now. Weaker. The cost of sealing Trihexa evident in the very fabric of his being.
The gathering was called immediately. Every angel in Heaven assembled in the Grand Plaza. From the newest two-winged messengers to the ancient Seraphs. Thousands of us, waiting to hear from the being who'd created us all.
Yahweh appeared at the center, and even diminished as he was, his presence commanded absolute attention.
He looked tired. Actually tired, which shouldn't have been possible for the Biblical God. But sealing the Beast of Apocalypse had taken more than power, it had taken something fundamental.
"My children," his voice resonated through every angel present. Warm. Gentle. Everything a creator should be.
"I have returned from a task that required my full attention. The Beast of Apocalypse has been sealed at the end of the world. It will trouble existence no more."
The assembled Host erupted in relieved murmurs. Trihexa had been a looming threat for so long that having it contained felt like a miracle.
"You have all held strong in my absence," Yahweh continued, his gaze sweeping across the gathered angels. "You have maintained Heaven's defenses, protected our borders, and kept faith even when tested. I am proud of each of you."
The murmurs turned to quiet pride. Angels stood straighter, wings spread slightly in unconscious displays of honor.
"The war shall soon be over," Yahweh proclaimed. "Peace is within reach. Soon, you will no longer need to fear battle. Soon, you can return to the purpose I created you for—not warfare, but guardianship. Protection. Love."
They cheered loudly. The sound of thousands of angels expressing pure joy and relief echoed through Heaven like divine music.
I stood beside Michael among the Seraphs, and I couldn't bring myself to join the celebration. Because I knew what "soon be over" actually meant. What the cost of that peace would be.
Michael glanced at me, his expression troubled. He'd noticed my lack of enthusiasm. I just shook my head slightly, not here. Not now.
After the gathering dispersed, Yahweh called Michael and me to his throne room. The walk there felt like a funeral march, though Michael didn't seem to realize it yet.
The throne room was as magnificent as always, crystalline walls that reflected light in impossible patterns, the throne itself seemingly carved from solidified divinity.
But today it felt heavy. Oppressive.
Yahweh settled onto his throne and gestured for us to approach. We did, and I noticed how carefully he moved. The sealing had cost him more than he was letting on publicly.
"First," Yahweh said, his tone shifting to businesslike, "I need to share the exact location where I sealed Trihexa with you two. In case something attempts to break the seals, you must know where to reinforce them."
He described the location in meticulous detail—a dimensional pocket at the edge of reality itself, anchored by seven primary seals and countless secondary bindings. Michael listened intently, committing every detail to memory.
I already knew all this through omniscience, but I listened anyway. Showing proper attention seemed important.
"Second," Yahweh said, and his tone shifted again. Softer. Sadder. "I need you both to understand something. The sealing weakened me significantly. More than I can safely recover from in the time 5hat we have left. I will not survive the next major battle."
The words hung in the air like executioner's blades.
"What?" Michael's voice cracked slightly. "That's impossible! You... Are god! You can't die! No, Father, we'll protect you. If necessary, I'll give up my own life! And Kokabiel... He is stronger than me, he can guard you! "
"Michael," Yahweh interrupted gently. " Calm down my son. I understand your feelings. But It's already been fated. Look at Kokabiel. He knows there's no point in trying to change this."
Michael turned to me, and I saw the moment realization crashed over him. The way I stood too still. Too calm. Not shocked or horrified.
Because I'd known.
"You knew," Michael said, his voice hollow. "You knew about this."
I nodded slowly. "Yes."
"How long?" His voice was rising now, anger bleeding through his usually gentle demeanor. "How long have you known Father was going to...to ..." He couldn't say it. Even now he considered the very idea blasphemy.
"Since before he left to seal Trihexa, long before that." I admitted.
"And you said nothing to me or Gabriel?!" Michael's eyes blazed with an emotion I'd rarely seen from him, genuine fury.
"You let him go knowing he might not come back?! You've been running Heaven knowing our Father would die and you didn't—"
"I asked him not to tell you," Yahweh said firmly. "Do not be angry with your brother, Michael. He merely followed my request."
"Why?!" Michael turned that fury on Yahweh now. "Why would you do this?! Why would you choose to leave us?! This will cause nothing but grief! Heaven needs you! We need you!"
"This is for the greater good," Yahweh said, rising from his throne and approaching Michael. He placed a hand gently on Michael's shoulder.
"My death will end the war. Lucifer's entire cause has been fighting against me, against what I represent. Once both of us are gone, the primary source of conflict disappears. The war becomes pointless."
"It's not pointless!" Michael argued, tears forming in his eyes now. Actual tears from the Seraph of Creation. "You're our Father! You created us! We fight because we believe in you, not because of political ideology!"
"I know, my son," Yahweh said softly. "And that's why this will work. My death will create a power vacuum that forces negotiation instead of continued warfare. The three factions will have to find new balance. And in that balance, peace becomes possible.
Without my death, this war continues for centuries. Thousands more of my children die. I cannot allow that when I have the power to prevent it."
Michael was shaking now, caught between duty and emotion. He turned to me desperately. "You have knowledge even unknown to me, brother. You've seen how this plays out. Tell him there's another way. Tell him he doesn't have to do this."
I met his gaze steadily. "I did hope things would be different," I said honestly. "I looked for alternatives. Searched for paths where this war ends without his death.
But every alternative leads to worse outcomes. More deaths. Longer conflicts. Or catastrophes that make the war look manageable. There are other worlds brother, ones that will come for us all earlier than expected if this doesn't happen."
"So you just accepted it?" Michael's voice broke. "You just decided our Father dying was acceptable?"
"I accepted his choice," I corrected. " I didn't decide or choose anything. There's a difference."
Yahweh moved to me now, and I saw approval in his eyes. "Kokabiel understands the grand plan. I revealed it to him because he is different than you, he can adapt to the situation.
My child, the angels need to grow and learn to live without me, live with purpose, but also freedom. They should learn from the fallen and avoid sins, yet must understand the cause behind it.
This is my final decision, Michael. Mine alone. And I've made my peace. Although it saddens me, it is for the best."
He reached into his robes and pulled out something that made reality itself shimmer—a key that wasn't entirely physical. The Key to Heaven's System. The administrative control that governed everything from the Sacred Gear creation to the fundamental laws of the realm.
"I've already transferred the authority to Kokabiel," Yahweh said, though he held it up for Michael to see. "He's been holding it for the past year. Learning how it works. Preparing to maintain Heaven after I'm gone."
Michael stared at the key, then at me, with an expression of utter betrayal. "You've been preparing to replace him."
"I've been preparing to keep Heaven functional after his sacrifice," I corrected sharply. "Don't make this about ambition, Michael. I know you are hurt and emotional now. But You know me better than that."
Michael flinched at my tone but didn't argue.
Yahweh turned to me directly now. "Kokabiel. You've done well this past year. Better than I could have hoped. I'm entrusting all of Heaven to you. Look after them. Guide them. Protect them when I can no longer do so."
I sighed heavily. This was the conversation I'd been dreading. "I will ensure peace is established after the war," I said carefully. "I'll maintain Heaven through the transition. I'll make sure the system remains stable. But I can't run Heaven forever."
Yahweh raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"This last year alone has made me tired and mentally exhausted," I continued. "The administrative work, the political maneuvering, the constant weight of every decision affecting thousands of lives, it's not sustainable for me.
Once there's peace, once things are stable, I'm leaving the key to Michael and leaving Heaven for a while. He is the better choice to keep running heaven. He has the skill and wisdom for it, and patience."
Michael's head snapped up. "What?"
"I'll still contact you all," I assured him. "I'll still watch over Heaven. Still respond if there's a genuine crisis.
But I need to find a new life. A new meaning. I've existed for over three thousand years, and most of that time I've been going through motions.
Fighting because there was a war. Leading because someone had to. I want to actually live. Find purpose beyond duty."
Yahweh actually smiled with something like knowing amusement. "That's exactly why I left you in charge."
I blinked. "What?"
"If you were fine after being in charge for a year, if you'd found fulfillment in leadership, I could rest easy knowing you'd handle Heaven permanently," Yahweh explained.
"But if you found it tiresome, exhausting, incompatible with who you are... then you'd recognize that yourself and pass it to someone better suited.
You'd choose Michael because you understand what Heaven needs, even if it's not what you personally want."
I stared at him. "You set me up deliberately? A prank ?"
"I prepared for multiple outcomes," Yahweh corrected. "If you'd thrived as Heaven's leader, wonderful. If you hadn't, you'd make the right choice anyway. Either way, Heaven would be in good hands."
"You know I can still drop a giant star on underworld and let you keep working till death?" I spoke annoyed. Because it was clever. Frustratingly clever.
Yahweh's smile widened. "I wish you good fortune in finding your new meaning, Kokabiel. I pray that you find a happy life that doesn't end abruptly. You've earned the right to seek it. I hope you find what you're looking for."
"Both of you are leaving," Michael said quietly, his voice small. Broken. "Father dies. Kokabiel leaves. I'm supposed to handle everything alone."
"You won't be alone," I said immediately, moving to put my hand on his shoulder. "Gabriel will be here. Raphael. Azrael. All your siblings.
And I'm not abandoning Heaven, I'm just... stepping away from leading it. I want to live down the re among the humans, to feel what they feel, to live as one of them.
I'll still contact from time to time. Just not sitting in administrative meetings for six hours a day."
"It's not the same," Michael said, but there was resignation in his voice now. Acceptance of something he couldn't change.
Yahweh approached Michael again, pulling him into an embrace. "You can run Heaven properly, my son. I have absolute faith in you.
You have the patience I lack, the steadiness Kokabiel struggles with, the maturity Gabriel avoids, the wisdom to know when to fight and when to forgive. You were made for this, even if you don't feel ready yet."
Michael returned the embrace, and I looked away to give them privacy for the moment. This was between them, Father and son saying goodbye.
After a long moment, Yahweh released Michael and looked at both of us.
"The final battle will come soon. Within days, probably. Lucifer will sense my weakness and make his move.
Be ready. And remember, no matter what happens, you are both exactly what Heaven needs. Trust in that."
We were dismissed shortly after. Michael walked ahead of me, his shoulders hunched, processing everything he'd just learned. I followed silently, giving him space.
When I finally returned to my own chambers, I barely had time to close the door before Gabriel materialized beside me.
"Brother!" She appeared instantly, concern written across her features. "What did Father talk to you and Michael about? You were in there for so long! Did something happen? Are you alright?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her rapid-fire questions. So very Gabriel, caring to the point of being overwhelming sometimes.
Instead of answering, I pulled her into a hug. She made a small sound of surprise but quickly melted into it, wrapping her arms around me.
"It's a secret," I whispered into her ear, deliberately mysterious.
She pulled back slightly to pout at me. "That's not fair! You can't just—"
"Come here," I interrupted, gently steering her toward the window. "Look outside."
We stood at the window together, looking out at Heaven's eternal sky. The stars were particularly bright tonight, or maybe I was just more aware of them, knowing my time here was limited.
"See how the stars shine?" I said softly. "They're always watching over us all. Constant. Eternal."
Gabriel leaned against my shoulder, following my gaze. "They're beautiful, just like you, brother."
"If someday I'm not here with you," I continued carefully, "you shouldn't feel sad. Because I'll always be watching over you. Like the stars."
Gabriel went rigid against me. She pulled away to look at my face, her eyes wide with sudden fear. "Why are you talking like you're going to leave? Or worse, like you're going to die! Brother, what did Father say to you?!"
"Gabriel—"
"No!" She grabbed my arms tightly. "You can't leave! You can't die! You can't, you just can't!" Tears were forming in her eyes now, actual tears streaming down her face.
"You promised you'd always be here! You and Michael and Father and everyone! You can't leave me!"
Her grip tightened until it actually hurt slightly, her divine strength making her desperation physical.
I sighed and gently cupped her face, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. "Sooner or later, everyone leaves, Gabriel. Death, duty, destiny—something always separates people eventually. I'm no exception."
"But—"
"But," I continued over her protest, "I will always be there for you when it matters. Not physically present every day, maybe. But watching. Caring. Ready to help if you truly need me. That's not the same as abandoning you."
"It feels the same," she whispered, her voice breaking.
"I know," I said gently, pulling her back into an embrace. "I know it does. But you're stronger than you realize, Gabriel. You don't need me hovering constantly. You're going to be fine."
She cried into my shoulder for a while, and I just held her, patting her head gently like comforting a child. Eventually, her tears slowed, though she didn't let go.
"Promise me something," she finally said, her voice muffled against my robes.
"What?"
"Promise that even if you leave, you'll come back sometimes. That you won't forget about us completely."
"I promise," I said without hesitation. "I could never forget you all. You're my family."
She finally pulled back, rubbing at her eyes. "You better keep that promise."
"I will."
She stayed with me for another hour, neither of us talking much, just existing in each other's presence.
Eventually, she had duties to attend to and reluctantly left, though not before making me promise three more times that I'd be careful in the coming battle.
That night, lying in my bed and staring at the ceiling, I thought about how to end the war with minimal casualties. Yahweh's death was inevitable, changing that risked everything.
But the deaths of other angels? Those I might be able to prevent.
I had omniscience. I could see Indra's attack coming. I'd positioned reserves to counter it. I could guide the battle, make strategic decisions that saved lives even if I couldn't save the one life that mattered most.
It would have to be enough.
I was brought out of my thoughts as I felt someone tiptoeing towards my bed. Even without opening my eyes I could sense who it was. But I didn't say anything.
Penemue carefully got into my bed, lying next to me. She probably thought I was asleep. I sighed and hugged her, and she stiffened slightly. " Uh, you are awake Kokabiel sama?"
I chuckled and replied. " Yes, Penemue. Don't worry I won't chastise you tonight. I am thankful for all your help, Penemue. You have followed me loyally since the beginning, always stood by my side. I truly appreciate it."
Penemue hugged me tightly. " I heard what you said to Gabriel. Are you truly going to leave ?"
I felt a little guilty. She has never hid her feelings from me. And despite my rejection s over the years, she never stopped caring. If only I could feel the same way.
" Yes, I'll be leaving. Not immediately, but soon."
She looked up with determination." Then I will leave too. I will follow you wherever you go."
I smiled and shook my head. " This is something I have to do on my own. You stay here and help Michael and Gabriel. You are the best secretary in the world, Heaven needs you."
She tried to protest but I just held her close, muffling her voice.
She sniffled. " You are so unfair! I always admired you, knowing you don't feel what I feel for you. Even right now, You feel so distant."
She looked up with trembling lips. " Take care of yourself. And visit us when you can." She didn't try to stop me, she knew me better than most.
I sighed and held her face, then kissed her gently. Penemue's eyes widened, then she wrapped her arms around me pulling me closer.
We parted after what felt like an eternity, as she looked at me with reluctance. I caressed her cheek and spoke, " I hope this can atleast ease some of your heartache. I can't offer you love, but I can atleast return some of your affection."
She smiled and nuzzled against my chest. "That is more than enough."
****
Another week crawled by in tense preparation. Everyone could feel it, the approaching end. The final confrontation.
Then Yahweh gathered the Heavenly Host again.
We assembled in the Grand Plaza once more, and this time the atmosphere was different. Not celebration, but determination. Grim readiness for what had to be done.
"My children," Yahweh's voice rang out. "The time has come. This will be the final battle to end this war. We march to face the Devils and their allies.
We fight not for conquest, but for peace. For the right to exist without constant warfare. For the future of all our factions."
The angels roared their approval, raising weapons and spreading wings in unified display.
Only Michael and I understood what "final battle" truly meant. What it would cost.
After the speech, as angels began preparing for deployment, Yahweh approached me privately. We stood slightly apart from the others, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then Yahweh placed a hand on my shoulder. "It was wonderful to know you, Kokabiel. Or should I say Arthur?"
I looked at him sharply. He usually never addressed me by my original name .
He smiled. "I've always known you considered yourself human rather than an angel. From the moment you awakened in that angelic body with memories of another life. And I chose to let you find yourself rather than force you into a predetermined role."
"You never forced me into anything, allowed me to exist despite knowing my truth." I managed.
"You needed time. Space to decide who you wanted to be. And you made that choice well." His expression turned warm.
"Although you never called me father, I felt proud to have you as a son anyway. You are exactly what I'd hoped you'd become."
Something in my chest tightened painfully. I'd kept that distance deliberately, never calling him father, always maintaining that internal separation between Arthur Morgan and Kokabiel.
But hearing him say it didn't matter, that he'd considered me his son regardless...
"I will always be grateful to you," I said quietly. "For giving me a chance to live as I wish. For understanding. For trusting me with so much. I'll always remember you fondly. And I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Yahweh said simply. "But I go knowing Heaven is in good hands. Both yours and Michael's. That's all a father can truly ask for."
He squeezed my shoulder once more, then released me and walked away to address other angels.
I stood there for a long moment, composing myself. Then I spread my wings and flew to join the assembling army.
The Heavenly Host gathered in perfect formation, thousands of angels arranged in battle groups, weapons blessed and ready, holy power radiating from every warrior. This was Heaven's full military might mobilized for the last time.
We descended to the Underworld as one unified force.
The Devils had gathered their full army as well. I could see Lucifer at the front, his presence dark and overwhelming.
Behind him, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Leviathan commanded their own divisions. The three thousand Fallen Angels who'd joined them stood in a separate formation, and even the Seven Deadly Sin demons had been summoned. They were top ultimate-class beings capable of fighting even Archangels.
The armies faced each other across a vast plain in the Underworld's depths. The air crackled with opposing energies—holy light and demonic darkness creating visible distortions where they met.
Yahweh moved to the front of our formation. "I will face Lucifer personally. Azrael and Metatron will handle the Seven Deadly Sins. Michael and Raphael will engage Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus. Gabriel will deal with the Fallen Angels."
Standard battle assignments. Then his gaze turned to me.
"Kokabiel, you will hold the rear guard."
Confused murmurs rippled through the assembled angels. The rear guard? That's where the least action would be. Why put one of our strongest there?
"Father?" Michael questioned carefully. "Wouldn't Kokabiel be better utilized on the front lines?"
"He is needed at the rear," Yahweh said firmly. "Trust me in this."
I understood, even if the others didn't. He knew about Indra. Knew the ambush was coming. Was positioning me exactly where I needed to be to counter it.
Nobody else questioned the order, though many looked confused.
As the armies prepared to charge, I pulled up the chat interface one final time before battle.
The familiar blue screen materialized in front of me, invisible to everyone else.
A window to six other worlds, six other lives that had somehow become somewhat important to me over this past year.
I activated the streaming function first, then typed.
[Heaven's Wrath: The war is beginning. Final battle. I've activated the stream. You'll see everything from my perspective.]
The responses came in quickly, but not all at once. Time dilation meant they were experiencing different speeds.
[Shadow Monarch: I see, so that's how you look. More like a fallen angel to be honest. And there's Two massive armies with holy and demonic origins. Your world really doesn't do things small, does it?]
Jin-Woo's response was immediate,only a week had passed for him, so he'd been checking the chat regularly. His tone was analytical, already assessing the battlefield like the hunter he was.
[Flash Goddess: My my~ you are rather handsome Kokabiel san. Just my type. And That's quite the gathering. I count... several thousands on each side? The power levels are remarkable. Even from here I can sense the pressure.]
Yoruichi had logged in almost as fast. And as usual she's flirting casually.
[Girl Who Loves Reading: I see the formations. Devils on one side, angels on the other. It feels dangerous. And that's you at the back? Mmm... I agree with Youruichi san, definitely pleasing to look at.]
[The Fool: I'm watching. That white-haired figure at your front—that's god, isn't it? The one who's going to...]
Klein trailed off. He understood what he was about to witness. Being a former human from Earth made him confused how to react witnessing the death of god.
[Last Master of Humanity: This is terrifying. The amount of power I'm sensing through the stream is like a Singularity-level threat. Maybe worse. Are you sure you'll be okay Kokabiel san?]
Ritsuka's message carried genuine concern.
[Advocate of Gender Equality: HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. That's actual satan and biblical god! And those are actual angels! This is insane! Wait, where are you? Why are you at the back? Shouldn't the strongest be at the front? And why are so handsome! Die Riajuu!]
Kazuma had clearly been waiting for this, probably obsessively checking the chat. His message was pure excitement mixed with confusion about tactics he didn't understand.
[Heaven's Wrath: I'm at the rear guard. There's a reason for it.]
[Shadow Monarch: Ambush. You're expecting an ambush from behind.]
Jin-Woo caught on immediately. Of course he did—he'd lived through enough battles to recognize defensive positioning.
[Heaven's Wrath: Yes. Indra and Swarga's forces. They'll hit us from the Southeast once we're committed to the fight with Lucifer.]
[Advocate of Gender Equality: Wait, even Indra from the Hindu Pantheon is attacking? That wasn't in the original plot. Be careful, he's also in the top 5 if I remember correctly.]
I chuckled lightly.
[Heaven's Wrath: don't worry Kuzuma san, I am not in danger. I am the danger.]
[Advocate of Gender Equality: Oi! That's not how you should use your omniscience! And don't steal people's line.]
[Girl Who Loves Reading: A three-way battle. That's... strategically nightmarish. You'll be fighting on two fronts simultaneously.]
[Flash Goddess: And you positioned yourself to handle the ambush alone while your allies focus on the Devils. Bold strategy. Also somewhat suicidal.]
[Heaven's Wrath: It's necessary. If Indra breaks through the rear guard, he'll slaughter our support divisions and collapse our entire formation. I'm the only one who can hold that position.]
[The Fool: The only one who can, or the only one who knows it's coming?]
Sharp. Klein was getting better at reading between lines.
[Heaven's Wrath: Both.]
[Last Master of Humanity: Please be careful. I know you're strong, but fighting an entire pantheon's army alone sounds dangerous even for you.]
Movement across the battlefield caught my attention. Yahweh was stepping forward, and the entire angel host quieted.
[Heaven's Wrath: It's starting. Yahweh is about to give the final order.]
[The Fool: The god who's going to die. I still don't understand how you can just... watch this happen.]
[Heaven's Wrath: Because changing it might cause something worse. I've looked at the alternatives, Klein. They're all catastrophic.]
[Last Master of Humanity: That doesn't make it easier though. Does it?]
[Heaven's Wrath: No. It doesn't.]
I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and focused on the battlefield. Through the stream, they'd see everything I saw. Feel what I felt, to whatever degree the system could convey.
"Heaven's Host!" Yahweh's voice rang across the plain, carrying divine authority that made the very air vibrate. "For peace! For the future! For those we've lost and those we'll protect! CHARGE!"
"FOR PEACE!" The angels roared in response, and the sound was deafening—thousands of voices unified in purpose.
The Devil army answered with their own battle cry, darker and filled with malicious glee.
[Advocate of Gender Equality: Oh shit oh shit oh shit it's actually happening!]
[Shadow Monarch: The devils are charging too. Both armies running straight at each other. This is going to be a bloodbath.]
[Flash Goddess: The one leading the devil charge—Lucifer. His power is extraordinary. I can feel it even through the stream. How does Yahweh plan to win in his weakened state?]
[Heaven's Wrath: He doesn't plan to win. He plans to make his death meaningful.]
The words felt heavy even typing them. The chat went silent for a moment.
[Girl Who Loves Reading: I'm sorry. I know we're just watching, but... I'm sorry you have to go through this.]
[Heaven's Wrath: Don't be. This was his choice. I'm just honoring it.]
[The Fool: That's a very detached way to describe watching god die.]
[Heaven's Wrath: If I let myself feel it fully right now, I won't be able to do what needs to be done. So I'm compartmentalizing. I'll process it later.]
[Last Master of Humanity: I understand that. Sometimes you have to shut down emotions just to survive the moment. We do that in Singularities too.]
The armies collided.
The sound was indescribable—metal on metal, holy light against demonic darkness, screams of fury and pain mixing into a cacophony that assaulted the senses.
Angels and devils clashed in thousands of individual battles that somehow formed one massive conflict.
I watched Michael engage Leviathan, his flames erupting with enough force to vaporize lesser beings. Raphael moved to support him against Beelzebub and Asmodeus, healing magic and destructive light working in perfect coordination.
Gabriel led the charge against the three thousand Fallen Angels, her expression serene even as she cut through them with holy swords.
And at the center, Yahweh and Lucifer faced each other.
Yahweh and Lucifer began their fight, and it was immediately clear this wasn't like other battles I'd witnessed. This was Creation versus Rebellion. Order versus Chaos. Every clash sent shockwaves that flattened parts of the battlefield.
But I couldn't keep watching them. I had my own position to maintain.
I turned my attention to the rear, extending my senses toward the Southeast. Nothing yet. But soon. Indra would wait until both sides were fully committed, weakened by fighting each other. Then he'd strike.
[Heaven's Wrath: I need to focus on my section now. The stream will continue, but I might not respond to messages for a while.]
[Shadow Monarch: Understood. Don't die.]
[Flash Goddess: We'll be watching. Show us what Heaven's Wrath truly means.]
[Girl Who Loves Reading: Good luck. Come back safely.]
[The Fool: I'll be praying to whatever entities are listening. Though I'm not sure if that helps.]
[Last Master of Humanity: We're all cheering for you! You can do this!]
[Advocate of Gender Equality: KICK THEIR ASSES! FOR JUSTICE! AND OPPAI!]
[Heaven's Wrath: Kazuma. Read the room.]
[Advocate of Gender Equality: SORRY! BUT SERIOUSLY, GOOD LUCK!]
I closed the chat interface, leaving the stream active. They'd see everything now. The battle. Yahweh's death. The ambush. All of it.
I spread my wings and rose slightly above the rear guard, scanning the horizon.
And I waited for the inevitable .