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Chapter 30 - Chapter 29: ExE God

Hello there

So I got one of the scariest things for Gen Z...A JOB! I know scary XD

This is my first job, so I didn't want to mess it up, so I was focused on the work. The job, btw, is a teacher assistant for work, it's mostly math 😣, so I didn't have time to write anything, though I did finish 2 chapters for the Doctor Who fanfic that will be posted after this 

BTW I FINALLY GOT A AC IT FEELS SOOO GOOOD

And now that I've got some experience in writing, I'm going to rewrite the chapters I feel like I could do better now.

Ngl kinda hard to write emotional drama for this, cause you know it's a god with control of souls and an afterlife, and I don't feel like nefin her

I've been so sleepy lately, I dont know why I'm so sleepy. I think I've got a sleep problemĀ 

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Japan, Kuoh City.

11:59 PM

Celestia, her past self, had marched beside them, leading her own battalion of high seraphim, her armor shining with divine light, but blood-soaked from countless battles.

They fought demons.

They fought traitor angels.

They fought other supernatural beings when necessary. But never without reason.

Celestia saw herself—her other self not as a passive god but as a commander on the battlefield, clad in radiant armor that made even the strongest demon kings tremble. Her throne was not in a temple; it was carried at the center of war camps, surrounded by banners made from light, inscribed with scripture that bled fire into the sky.

And she remembered something else:

The Great War Demon Kings and what the old god was doing because he should have beaten them easily.

That was the lie.

They were great. They were feared. They were, to mortals and lesser gods, nightmares given form.

But against the Old God? Against Him?

They were nothing.

Lucifer's pride. Beelzebub's intellect. Asmodeus's temptation. Leviathan's might. None of it mattered.

The memory hit her with the clarity of a blade. She could see Him—her old self, her predecessor, her mirror moving through the battlefield with a terrible grace. No hesitation. No wasted effort.

Each blow they struck was parried with contemptuous ease. Each spell shattered like glass. Each strategy was undone before it began.

It wasn't a battle. It was a slaughter.

"Damn, he's kicking their ass hard…pause".

God was like Optimus Prime against five Decepticons, only worse, because He didn't strain. He didn't bleed. He didn't even try; he even had a bored face the whole time.

His enemies were manhandled. With one hand, He disarmed. With the other, He destroyed.Ā 

Beelzebub opened a swarm, filling the sky with a billion devouring insects.

A single word, spoken in the First Language, erased them. Silence where once was plague.

Asmodeus came dancing, blades dripping with desire.

God caught both weapons in one hand, snapped them like reeds, and drove His knee into the King's chest until bone gave way.

Leviathan coiled from the oceans, titanic and endless.

God stepped onto the sea, raised His hand, and with nothing more than will, pinned the beast back into the depths like a master telling a dog to heel.

Ā The truth was far worse.

When the armies of Heaven, Grigori, and Devils ground each other into ruin, after god sealed something came. Something from outside the structure of existence itself.

A being that Celestia's never seen before. An ExeGod.

It was a paradox, a rejection of divine law, something that existed only to erase divinity itself. A predator of gods. Where the Old God created, the ExeGod devoured.Ā 

It appeared in the height of the war, when all factions were weakened, and its hunger fell upon the battlefield like a second death.

The Old God faced it directly. Not out of choice, but necessity before it ate everything. Angels pray as they were unmade. Devils screamed as they turned to dust.

And so, to protect what remained, the Old God let His/Her essence fracture. A final act of warcraft, the body was lost, yes. But the shards? They scattered, embedded into creation itself. Seeds for the future, so that one day… perhaps… the God of the Bible could return.

Then the shard pulsed harder. The battlefield vanished.

She remembered what came after.

Deep in the collapsing dimension, something else had awoken. Not a demon. Not a god. Something worse.

An EXE God.

A being beyond system, beyond balance. A god who had corrupted itself into raw executable law—a virus of creation. Its body was made of endless code and paradox, an ouroboros of logic loops and failed universes. Where it walked, angels turned to broken data, demons froze into corrupted still frames.

The Old God did not fight it outright. No. He studied it. Analyzed it. He let a shard of his being record its presence, storing everything the way it consumed anything it could get its hands on, the way it overwrote existence like faulty software.

He could not defeat it then. Not with his army. Not with those tools.

But he could plan.

And so, he carved weapons for the future. Prototypes of Sacred Gears. Seeds of Excalibur. Divine blueprints of new angels and holy beasts that would echo across millennia. Contingency plans for when this EXE God returned.

Plans he left to himself.

To her.

Celestia gasped and clutched her chest, stumbling as the memory ended. The Kyoto night came rushing with the neon glow, the temple ruins, the silence.

Her hands trembled. Not from fear. From knowledge.

"Mother, are you ok!" Morrana shouts out aloud, which surprised me; she is normally so calm

Celestia looks up at her and sees the other behind her looking worried too.

Maeriva spoke up first before I could reply, "Mother did that dumb dragon hurt you? I will gut him and rip his limbs off!"

Zarathos nodded energetically, which I'm sure he just wanted to hurt the dragon.

'Shees, I have some bloodthirsty kids and I'm only 18.'

Celestia spoke up to her kids, "I'm fine, my soul just rejusting. I just need some time to sleep.Ā 

And now that shard pulsed again, whispering its temptation.

"Pick up where we left off. Build the weapons. Finish the war."

For the first time since the silence in her soul, Celestia felt something stir. Not joy. Not sorrow.

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