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While all of this was happening, in the Cardinal World of Tensura, on top of a high mountain surrounded by clouds and endless sky, Samael lived peacefully with his family.
His wife, Lucia, sat beside him, her calm aura matching his.
His sister, Gabrielle, was there too—full of energy and always talking.
Then there were his other sisters, Valvard and Valgrind.
Valgrind now lived far in the Eastern Lands, ever since she married Rudra.
And Valvard?
She stayed with Guy Morningstar, in the frozen lands. Guy had built a huge icy castle there—just so he could visit often and avoid trouble.
Especially with Samael.
Because Guy knew one thing…
He had to stay on Samael's good side.
Why?
Well, because Samael had embarrassing photos of him. Yeah. Those kinds of photos.
And if Gabrielle ever saw them? Oh boy.
She'd never let him live it down.
Guy could already imagine it… Gabrielle walking around and laughing non-stop, showing everyone and saying, "So this is the great Guy Morningstar? The demon lord? More like Cute Morningstar!"
Even Samael laughed when he remembered how Gabrielle once revealed all his secret talks just because he teased her for one second.
"She's too much sometimes," Samael muttered, shaking his head.
But deep down… he was smiling.
Because even though they were strong enough to destroy worlds… they were still a family.
A crazy one—but a loving one.
"hmm…" Samael sighed, leaning back a little.
He knew what tomorrow was.
His daughter, Milim's, birthday.
She was fast asleep right now, smiling in her dreams.
But tomorrow?
Tomorrow was going to be a storm of energy, cake, and chaos—because he was the one hosting her birthday party.
[Time Skip - Next Day]
The sun was shining, birds were singing, and Milim was literally bouncing around the place with excitement.
"Yay! It's my birthday!!"
"Milim! Don't jump on the table!" Lucia scolded, holding her head.
But before she could say more, Milim already ran and hid behind Samael, hugging his leg.
Like always.
Lucia sighed. "Honestly, you both are the same…"
"Let it go, Lucia," Samael said with a soft chuckle. "It's her big day."
"Hmph." Lucia rolled her eyes. "You spoil her too much."
"Only a little," Samael smirked.
Meanwhile, inside the house…
"Okay, okay! Everyone come in! We're all ready!" Gabrielle called out, clapping her hands. "The decorations are set, the cake is glowing, and the gift table is full. Let's get started!"
"Yay!! Let's gooo!!" Miriam shouted, her eyes sparkling.
But—nope. She wasn't allowed in just yet.
"It's a surprise!" Gabrielle grinned, holding her back. "Wait for my signal, birthday girl!"
Outside, Lucia and Samael stayed behind for a moment.
"So," Lucia asked, nudging her husband, "what are we giving her this year?"
Samael smiled.
"This," he said.
A warm golden light sparkled in his hand, and suddenly, a baby dragon appeared, floating in the air with shining brown scales and glowing yellow eyes.
Lucia gasped. "Is that—?"
"Yes," Samael nodded. "A true dragon. I created him based on the true dragon race. His element is Earth... and he's got a chaos core."
Lucia's eyes widened. "That's a pretty big gift, even for you."
"She deserves it," Samael said with a soft smile. "Let her name him. But for now, I call him Chaos."
Lucia's face softened as she saw the joy in her husband's eyes. He really thought of everything.
"Alright," she smiled. "Now let's go inside. Your parents and your siblings are already there."
"Yeah," Samael nodded. "Let's celebrate."
And with that, both of them walked back inside—
To enjoy the birthday party of their beloved daughter, Milim:
[Time Skip – Seventh Heaven]
Far above the stars, in the peaceful silence of Seventh Heaven, God sat alone on His shining throne. His eyes looked down at the universe, watching everything—every planet, every soul. His face was calm, but His eyes held sadness.
The universe was changing again.
"Everything's going down the wrong path," He said softly to Himself.
Because of the growing chaos in the universe, people had started turning away from the right path. They were forgetting the truth. Forgetting who created them. And this… this was even worse than what the people of Zahar did long ago.
Back then, the people of Zahar still believed in their creator. They were stubborn and sinful, yes, but they didn't forget Him. But now? These people… they've truly forgotten.
It all started because of Dajjal—the great deceiver.
At first, Dajjal didn't attack them directly. No. He worked slowly. He made the people build statues of the righteous elders and heroes from their own tribes—especially in Mesopotamia. At first, those statues were only for respect. No one worshipped them.
But with each new generation, things changed.
Slowly, people started to bow before those idols… pray to them… and then worship them. Their minds became foggy, filled with greed, hatred, jealousy, and chaos. They didn't even realize they were walking away from the light. From the truth.
From their Creator.
Watching all of this, God stayed quiet for a moment. Then, He stood up.
A warm, yet powerful energy filled the whole Heaven.
"It's time," He said in a deep voice. "It's time to send another one of My messengers."
His voice echoed across the divine halls of Heaven.
"My prophet shall rise again. This time, it will be Noah."
As He spoke that name, a bright golden light flashed in the skies—marking the beginning of a new chapter.
Just then, the giant doors opened, and a young man walked in. His white robe flowed behind him, and his black and golden-blonde hair gently moved with the breeze. He had a calm face, but something was bothering him.
It wasAzazel , one of God's sons.
He stood in front of the throne and spoke, "Father, you did announce that a new prophet is coming… right?"
God looked at him and nodded. "Yes, . I did."
Then suddenly, from behind one of the tall pillars, Azazel walked out with a smirk. "Then, Father," he said, "instead of Jibrael guiding him this time… I want to do it."
God raised an eyebrow but smiled softly. Of course, He knew why Azazel wanted this. The truth was… Azazel was bored. Even though he ruled over many multiverses and still led the fallen angels, he was feeling empty. His power was vast, and thanks to his parallel existences, he could exist in many timelines at once. But doing the same thing again and again? It wasn't fun anymore.
Gabriel, after all, had something he didn't—a chance to guide the prophets. And now, Azazel wanted that too.
"Oh, my son," God chuckled. "You'll have to wait a little. Noah has already been born, but I will give him his prophethood when he turns 500 years old."
"Wait, 500?" Azazel blinked. "But… why, Father? I mean… Enoch didn't have to wait that long, right?"
God looked at all His sons standing before Him. Then, He changed into a gentle human form—a being made of pure light. His face looked kind, like a father who truly loved His children.
He spoke with a warm voice, "Son, the time of Enoch was different. Back then, even if people didn't follow My path, they still knew Me. They knew I was their Creator. I gave them guidance, I told them how to live in a way that would keep their body, heart, and soul pure."
God paused, then continued, "But now... this age is much worse. Even the people of Zahar, who were bad, at least remembered Me. But these people… they've forgotten everything."
He stood up and pointed to a glowing sphere showing Earth. "Look at Mesopotamia. Dajjal's interference changed everything. People no longer just respect their wise leaders—they worship them. They pray to idols made by their own hands. Statues of their old chiefs and heroes are now their gods."
Azazel clenched his jaw. "All because of Dajjal…"
"Yes," God nodded. "At first, the statues were just for memories. But generations passed. And now, they've replaced Me with stones. The discrimination has returned. The weak are treated like insects again. Evil grows faster than ever."
He waved His hand, and the image showed Noah—a young boy helping a group of poor villagers. The boy stood in front of them, protecting them from an armed group of thugs. His eyes burned with fire. His heart burned with purpose.
"This boy," God said proudly, "He's already 100. The people respect him—not just because he's strong, but because he's good. He stands up for the weak. Even those who worship idols… respect his spirit. And that… that's part of My test for him."
Azazel watched the boy and smiled a little. "So, he's already made a name for himself, huh?"
"Yes," said God. "But this is just the beginning. He must live among them for centuries. He must see, feel, and understand their pain. Only then… will he be ready to speak for Me. To carry My words."
God looked back at Azazel.
"If you still have doubts, my son… you may ask Enoch yourself. He will explain everything to you."
Azazel quickly waved his hands, "No, no! I believe you, Father! I was just a bit confused, that's all. Hehe…"
God laughed kindly. "Good. And remember—you can always come to me, whenever you feel unsure. You're my son. I'm always here."
Azazel smiled and bowed. "Yes, Father. Thank you."
As he walked away, his heart was full of excitement. This time… he was going to be the guide. He was going to help a prophet walk the path of light.
He couldn't wait to meet Noah.