Three figures appeared before him, kneeling in perfect formation each radiating a distinct, unsettling aura.
Remiel – The Herald of Judgment
He knelt tall, clad in armor forged from solidified golden clouds, softly shifting and rippling with each breath divine vapor frozen in the shape of war. His puffy brown hair floated gently, like a halo of mist. His honey-gold eyes glowed like morning sun breaking through stormbanks.
Draped over his divine armor was a flowing orange and white cloth, representing both dawn and clarity. Slung across his back was a sword made of clouds, its form barely stable surging with orange lightning that arced and snarled through the mist like caged storms. Every inhale he took stirred the winds.
He looked calm but when he blinked, thunder echoed.
Zerachiel – The Angel of Time's Edge
Towering, tall and emaciated, his presence felt like a shadow stretched across eternity. His long black hair draped over his face, veiling his glowing crimson eyes, which flickered with awareness too deep to be mortal. His body was skeletal yet strong, wrapped in a skin of grayish pallor.
From his back extended enormous skeletal wings, tattered but vast, each bone inscribed with lost calendars and faded runes of extinction.
Most haunting of all: an hourglass the size of a human head floated around him, never still, its glass etched with heavenly symbols. Inside, golden sand trickled in slow motion sometimes upward, sometimes downward always against logic. Each grain seemed to scream silently as it fell.Top of Form
Bottom of Form
Raguel – The Arbiter of Harmony and Wrath
She knelt with elegance, her body wrapped in sleek, celestial armor of pink, gold, and white lightweight, yet unbreakable. Her long pink hair shimmered like silk in the light, flowing down her back like a divine ribbon. Her silver eyes glinted with both compassion and judgment.
Perched behind her was a weapon as unorthodox as it was powerful a massive war fan, adorned in white feathers edged with pink fire, folded for now but humming with restrained might.
Her wings, a radiant pink, flared slightly as if responding to the tension in the air. She wore polished white and pink nails and sleek gold-trimmed heels, unshaken by the ground beneath her. Even her posture radiated grace sharpened into a blade.
She was beauty weaponized.
And then Lucifer pointed.
Just a gesture heavy with command, and the air thickened with divine consequence.
"Bring me the one called Faith bring Vajra alive. Beat him within an inch of death if you must, but do not kill him.
As for the others slaughter them all.
Do not let a single one near Yahweh's castle."
They bowed. "Yes, Master Lucifer."
In a blink, they appeared above the battlefield.
Floating above Adamus, Kiyohime, Michael, Hunter, Samael, and Gabriel, Jesus watching them.
The crew regrouped, their circle now larger as freed angels stood behind and in front them.
Gabriel exhaled. "It seems we're finally turning the tide."
Michael looked ahead, but shook his head. "Even with their help, we still won't make it. Not through the edge. Not through the storm of Heaven. There are too many."
Suddenly, he looked up. Eyes wide.
"…Oh no."
Floating in the sky Remiel, Zerachiel, and Raguel.
Their presence warped the clouds around them, golden energy bleeding into black.
Samael snarled.
"Yeah… we need to go. Now. Those three? High-level generals. We're not ready for a full fight not while still defending others and purifying the mark of the beast."
Then the air screamed.
Before the crew could react, the trio charged.
Remiel, Zerachiel, and Raguel unleashed power divine judgment fused with corrupted hellfire, each attack carrying the Mark of the Beast.
They fired.
Three cataclysmic beams tore through the skies blinding, roaring, annihilating.
Adamus. Hunter. Gabriel. Jesus.
Each raised a barrier flames, water, light, will a dome of resistance against the impossible.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The shield held
but the force was overwhelming.
The ground cracked.
Heaven's architecture shuddered.
The shockwave echoed through Heaven all the way to the mortal realm.
Cracks formed.
Then shatter.
Their shield collapsed.
But they were still alive.
Michael looked around, breath ragged.
"These monsters…"
The golden clouds beneath them was scorched.
The angels they had freed moments ago… now gone, lying still in silence.
The crew looked up.
Remiel hovered on a golden cloud, eyes burning.
Zerachiel whispered madly to himself:
"Death is the only way… death is the only way…"
Raguel giggled, elegantly fanning herself as her radiant pink wings shimmered.
"How about you just give up already?" she teased.
"Lucifer can't be beaten. And you definitely can't beat us."
Remiel's voice thundered across the battlefield:
"You dare challenge our Father, Lucifer?
You dare defy his law?
He is the God of this world of this Hyperverse!
You will fall, and we shall deliver your bodies to him."
Together, the trio extended their hands, charging again holy and unholy energy, swirling together with the Mark of the Beast pulsing in their palms.
The crew braced themselves.
Then
A distant roar.
More corrupted armies appeared on the horizon, drawn by the blast.
The trio fired again, beams tearing through the sky.
The team scattered, dodging in all directions.
Each blast that struck Heaven's golden clouds hit with multiversal force, shattering reality itself ripping through the sacred skies as explosions tore the very fabric of existence.
Adamus slapped blasts away with raw strength and energy manipulation, redirecting their path like swatting meteors.
Kiyohime bent reality around her, slowing time in her personal space elegantly sidestepping the destruction.
Hunter summoned his water dragon, its flow wrapping around him as he dashed through the storm with speed empowered by faith.
Michael sliced beams in half mid-air, his sword humming as he moved through light and fire.
Samael opened higher-dimensional black holes, swallowing the blasts whole.
Jesus projected a divine shield of radiant gold as he moved, weaving through explosions.
Gabriel danced through chaos
Until he tripped over a fallen soldier.
He fell.
He looked up.
A blast came screaming toward him.
Impact.
The explosion rocked the battlefield.
Gabriel's body was hurled back, his armor shattering like glass.
He skidded across the golden cloud floor, smoke trailing behind him groaning, barely conscious.
The crew rushed to his side, dodging blasts as smoke and fire still poured from the heavens above.
Adamus, Samael, and Jesus reached him first.
Then the others joined, forming a tight circle.
Jesus extended his holy shield, a dome of light and breath calm in the storm.
Inside, the world grew quiet
if only for a moment.
Michael dropped to his knees, cradling Gabriel in his arms.
"Brother… don't fall now," he whispered.
Gabriel coughed, but smirked faintly. His armor was in pieces, his body scorched, but his spirit unbroken.
"I'm fine… I just need time. Go without me. I'll catch up. Don't let me slow you down. Head to the middle."
Michael shook his head. "We're not leaving you."
Samael, watching the cracks ripple through Jesus's shield, turned to the crew. "This barrier won't hold much longer… Their energy blasts they're strong enough to destroy entire multiverses. Every impact is cracking our last line of defense."
Cracks spread again webs of light tearing across the dome.
Then Adamus stepped forward
golden flames coiling around him like serpents of will, wrapping his body in divine heat and intention.
He looked to his side.
Jesus stood at the center of the shield, hands outstretched, the radiant barrier flickering and cracking under pressure.
Adamus narrowed his eyes.
"How much longer can you hold it?"
Jesus gritted his teeth.
"I don't know… it's breaking."
Adamus turned his gaze across the crew.
They were exhausted.
Wounded. Drained.
Even their divine forms were trembling under the onslaught.
He closed his eyes, golden light blooming within them his gaze turning inward and outward at once.
Tapping into his Tenshi no Me, he reached through layers of existence, scanning for life strings connected to sanctuary.
"I have an idea."
He opened his eyes blazing with purpose.
"I found a place. A church not far. I'm connected to it.
I can see its life string… it's still intact.
I can pull us there."
The team tensed.
Suddenly
CRAAAAAACK!!!
Jesus's shield shattered.
The sky screamed as a massive barrage of energy blasts hurtled toward them, tearing through clouds like meteor storms.
The crew raised their weapons. Their powers. Their will.
Ready to defend themselves.
But Adamus didn't flinch.
He stepped forward and roared to the heavens
"DIMENSION ASCENSION!"
In an instant, the battlefield warped.
A dimensional wave exploded outward, shifting the very fabric of existence. The skies bled radiant fractals. Geometry beyond comprehension spiraled around them higher-dimensional shapes spinning like living thought.
The space grew thick, unbreathable. The ground shifted. The sky warped.
But Adamus's golden flames wrapped around his allies protecting them from the pressure. Keeping them upright. Whole.
Above them, Remiel, Zerachiel, and Raguel fired again devastating beams of corrupted holiness raining down like judgment.
But as the blasts entered the dimensional field
They vanished.
Snuffed out like candlelight.
Floating high above, the generals recoiled.
"What is this?" growled Remiel.
Zerachiel's eyes narrowed. "That kid's shield it's not just blocking the attacks. It's rewriting the rules of reality. Our blasts don't even exist inside it."
Raguel clenched his blade tighter. "That domain… it's beyond comprehension."
Back below, within the glowing storm of Ascension
Adamus turned to his crew.
"Grab each other's hands. Now!"
They formed a tight circle as golden life strings pulsed between them connecting soul to soul, binding their energy as one.
Adamus closed his eyes, focusing.
He reached across space, locking onto the life strings of the church a sacred place he had marked earlier.
And then he triggered the switch.
A flash of golden fire erupted around them.
In an instant, the entire crew vanished from the battlefield.
Where they had stood, now rested a simple stone statue
an ancient angel, arms open in silent prayer, bathed in the fading remnants of the dimensional storm.
Far away, inside the church
That same statue stood near the altar.
For a moment, all was still.
Then
the statue vanished in a burst of golden light.
And where it had stood, the crew appeared gasping, alive, whole.
They were no longer on the battlefield.
They were safe. Inside holy ground.
Adamus looked up, his golden eyes dimming.
"We're here."
High above, the generals stared as the domain shattered into light and the crew vanished.
"They're gone," Remiel growled, eyes burning like dawn fire.
Lucifer's voice crashed into their minds, not heard but felt an omnipresent command.
"Find them. My omnipresence cannot reach Vajra. Especially him. Bring the boy and the girl to me alive. I will absorb them. Kill the rest. Keep them from Yahweh's throne. Go. Now."
Remiel stood tall on his golden cloud, lightning crackling in the mist-blade across his back. Wind coiled around him like a lion's breath.
"You heard our Lord. Hunt them down. I was chosen to lead this task and I will not fail."
He rocketed forward, cloud turning into a sonic storm, ripping through Heaven's infinite cities and skies.
Far behind, Zerachiel hovered in silence, skeletal wings twitching, black hair dripping dust.
"Death... is the only truth," he rasped, coughing shadows. The colossal hourglass fused to his spine bled black sand that defied gravity. He vanished, teleporting through folds of time itself, searching.
Above, Raguel spread her radiant pink wings, grinning with wild delight.
"Oooh, that girl's a demon? Finally. Let's see if she can survive a dance with me."
She darted into the clouds like a comet of burning petals, her war fan glowing with wrath and joy.
Three angels.
Judgment, Time, and Wrath in flight.
Heaven itself braced for what would come.
Inside the hidden church, cloaked in silence and gold, the crew waited.
Hunter peeked through the tall stained-glass window, watching streaks of pink lightning blaze across the sky.
"I just saw her," he muttered. "Raguel. She's already searching. We don't have long."
He turned to the others. "We need to move fast. The center's still a few jumps away."
The crew nodded. Gabriel winced, clutching his side burns still raw from the last blast. Jesus approached, eyes full of sorrow and strength.
"Let me heal you, my son."
"I'm sorry for slowing us down," Gabriel whispered. "I'm a burden."
"You're not," Jesus said, laying glowing hands upon him. "We all fall. But we rise together."
As Gabriel's wounds sealed with light, Kiyohime turned to Michael. "What now? You know the path. And who were those generals that attacked?"
Michael began to speak, but Samael stepped forward instead, his voice like thunder behind a veil.
"They are Lucifer's highest creations. When he rewrote the laws of the Hyperverse, he forged them from his own being his essence, his children. We've fought them before. And they nearly destroyed us."
Michael nodded grimly. "They're powerful, but we'll make it. We're close."
He looked at Adamus. "Can you teleport us again? Even just two buildings forward?"
Adamus closed his eyes. "Maybe. But it's not true teleportation. I switch places me and something else. A statue. A person. Even a concept. I need to feel the life string. I can't sense the throne's center yet. It's too far. Too distant."
The crew waited as Jesus moved quietly from one to the next, healing wounds, restoring strength. When he finished, Michael whispered a sacred incantation.
A shimmer passed over the group faces blurred, armor shifted, wings re-colored. New forms. New identities.
"We look like low-ranking soldiers now," Michael said. "Lucifer's forces won't recognize us. But keep quiet. If they catch on, we won't get another chance."
Suddenly the great golden doors groaned open.
Dominions. Virtues. Angels in white and gold stepped through, heads bowed in solemn prayer.
The crew held still, blending in, sitting across pews like loyal angels. Before them, towering in the sanctuary, loomed a statue of Lucifer seated upon a throne.
Adamus whispered, "I think it's working. They haven't noticed us."
The Dominions and Virtues sat nearby. A few began to murmur among themselves.
One Dominion leaned toward his brother. "Why has Lord Lucifer halted creation? We're meant to expand the Hyperverse. New dimensions. New realms."
His companion replied, confused, "He's forbidden us from even leaving Heaven. No new stars. No contact with mortals. Just… silence."
Jesus whispered to the crew, "He knows. If the angels leave and see the End Times unraveling the light overtaking the Hyperverse they'll start asking questions. Questions about me."
A Virtue turned to another. "We've stopped giving visions. Prophecies. No angel has entered the mortal realm in months."
"Lucifer's hiding something," his friend said. "Something big."
Michael leaned toward the group. "This is it. If we purify them now, we gain powerful allies. The holy water will break the Mark of the Beast on them."
Kiyohime hesitated. "But if they resist, the noise will draw every soldier in Heaven."
Gabriel looked at Adamus. "Your Dimension Ascension. It creates a sealed domain, right?"
"Yes," Adamus said. "A higher plane. I can cloak us. Seal us off from perception."
"Perfect," Gabriel said. "Trap the church in it. Let's fight without the enemy ever knowing."
Adamus closed his eyes
And with a deep breath, his aura erupted.
A brilliant surge of golden light, laced with shifting rainbow hues, exploded outward from his body like a nova. The walls of the church shimmered. The floor rippled like water touched by eternity.
And then everything vanished.
The entire church blinked out of view, not just from the eyes of mortals but from the angels themselves.
Even in Heaven, a realm already beyond space and time, the church had transcended. It now floated in a higher dimensional stratum, unreachable, imperceptible.
To the outside world, it was as if the building had never existed.
Angels walked by, unaware, their wings brushing against empty air.
They passed over the exact ground the church once occupied, never feeling a shift, never sensing the divine warstorm brewing only inches away.
"Where did the church go?" a Virtue asked, puzzled.
No answer came.
But inside the invisible sanctuary
War erupted.
The Dominions and Virtues flared with divine magic, firing blasts of holy light, conjuring constructs of radiant stone and hallowed fire. Reality bent as they unleashed their fury.
But the crew fought back.
Michael's blade hummed with command. Gabriel soared through falling beams of light. Kiyohime danced through fire and spell with her serpent techniques. Jesus turned wounds into miracles. And Adamus remained in the center, floating in meditation, sustaining the Dimension Ascension with sheer will.
Every strike from the crew delivered not only pain but truth. Their weapons dripped with holy water, their fists soaked in divine essence. The Dominions and Virtues fell one by one, not broken but awakened.
"I remember now…" one whispered, trembling.
Another dropped his sword. "What have we done…?"
They looked around at the crew, at the church, at themselves shaken, but free.
The battle was won. The light had returned to their eyes.
The church was still. Then one by one the Dominions and Virtues began to rise.
Their eyes glowed, no longer with obedience but awakening. The holy water had shattered the Mark of the Beast. Their memories returned like waves.
They looked at Jesus.
"…Yahweh," one whispered, trembling. "You… You've returned."
Then, as one, they fell to their knees.
"Forgive us, my Lord! We didn't know the evil we served!"
Jesus stepped forward, his voice both balm and flame gentle, yet unshakable.
"I forgive you," he said. "For you were led astray, as it is written: 'For false christs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect.' You were not lost only misled. But now you see clearly."
His gaze lifted toward the heavens.
"Now rise. The throne of Yahweh still waits. And Heaven has need of your courage."
One Dominion nodded. "We know secret tunnels beneath this church. They won't lead all the way but they'll take you closer."
Adamus closed his eyes. The golden light of Dimension Ascension faded. The church snapped back into view, returned to its true plane.
The rest of the newly awakened angels rushed to the doors, sealing them, standing guard outside to protect their Lord.
Inside, a Virtue stepped forward. With a word of command, the statue of Lucifer slid aside. Beneath it: a spiral staircase vanishing into shadow.
"These tunnels are ancient," he said. "Come."
Before they descended, Jesus handed them flasks of holy water.
"Free as many as you can. Quietly. We'll need every soldier in the days to come."
The angels bowed. "Yes, my Lord. We will redeem what we've broken."
A young Dominion stepped forward short, robed in white and gold, with dark brown hair and bright purple eyes.
"My name is Uzziel," he said softly. "I'll lead you through."
As they followed him into the tunnel, Uzziel whispered a spell and the passage lit up with soft light. The walls shimmered, covered with strange windows not glass, not real.
Each one displayed a false story: Lucifer saving the cosmos, slaying Yahweh, being worshiped by the hyperverse.
"These," Uzziel said, voice heavy, "are the lies we were taught. Lucifer made these tunnels long ago to rewrite Heaven's truth with his own story."
Hunter clenched his fists. "What did he tell you?"
As they entered the tunnel, Uzziel whispered a spell.
Soft light spread across the dark walls revealing murals and portraits etched into the stone. Not glass. Not paint. But divine illusions alive with false glory.
As they ran and flew through the corridor, Adamus slowed. His golden eyes scanned the glowing walls.
Each mural displayed a lie:
Lucifer seated on a throne of stars.
Lucifer slaying a great white light.
Lucifer creating the cosmos.
Angels kneeling at his feet.
Mortals praying to him as savior.
Adamus narrowed his eyes. "What… are these?"
Uzziel's voice trembled. "They're lies. Stories Lucifer carved into Heaven itself. He built these tunnels long ago to rewrite divine truth with his story."
Hunter clenched his fists. "What exactly did he teach you?"
Uzziel looked away in shame. "That Yahweh was the source of chaos. That He created the Hyperverse, but corrupted it with suffering. That He made us angels to torture mortals, to carry out His cruel will."
He took a breath. "Lucifer told us he rose up. That he confronted Yahweh, defeated Him… and saved all existence. But Yahweh couldn't be destroyed so Lucifer imprisoned Him. That white energy sealed in the center of Heaven? He told us it was evil. He warned us to never go near it."
He stared at the glowing murals as they passed. "We worshiped him. We believed him. And now I see... we were glorifying a tyrant. Not a savior."
Uzziel lowered his head.
"To know I helped spread that lie... is shameful."
Adamus didn't speak.
But the fire in his eyes burned brighter.
Michael's voice was low and wrathful. "I'm going to rip him apart."
As they moved, Adamus quietly activated his golden Life Strings, connecting Hunter and Kiyohime to Uzziel's path. He synced their velocity, bringing them all to immeasurable speed, dashing across layers of Heaven within the tunnel.
At last they reached the tunnel's end.
Uzziel halted. "This is where I leave you. May the Light guide you."
The crew climbed from the hidden tunnel and stepped into the next church, emerging into the one of the hearts of Heaven a radiant holy city.
Angels walked the streets, laughing, praying, shopping in radiant markets of light. Robes of every color fluttered in the divine breeze gold, white, purple, green, crimson each hue reflecting their rank, their purpose, their essence. Wings shimmered in every shade of heaven, from pearl-white to fiery rose.
The ground beneath them was made of golden clouds, dense enough to walk upon, yet soft enough to ripple under each footstep. No dirt. No dust. Just sanctified mist glowing underfoot.
Towering above them were massive prudence-shaped spires, structured like heavenly tools of harvest and justice, sculpted from white-gold and inlaid with sacred patterns. Plow-like towers stretched beside them symbols of divine labor and providence, crafted into elegant sanctuaries and homes.
Golden bridges arched across shining rivers and tranquil lakes oceans of liquid light stretching between floating cities and sanctified islands in the sky.
Angels with sandals wandered freely, joyful and unburdened. There was no poverty. No sorrow. Only peace. Children of light danced in the streets while musicians played celestial harps, flutes, and drums that pulsed with harmonic waves of energy.
Some angels sat in circles, singing praises under flowering trees of fire and crystal. Others floated midair in quiet meditation. Some danced in celebration, spinning with ribbons of rainbow wind.
It was peaceful.
It was a lie.
Above them, Zerachiel teleported across the sky, flickering like a shadow. Remiel soared on his storm-wrapped golden cloud, scanning the city with burning eyes. Raguel flew lower, wings gleaming with wrath.
Michael whispered, "Don't panic. They can't sense us. Our energy is hidden. We're in disguise."
So the crew walked. Quiet. Blending.
But the city stretched on forever.
"This'll take forever," Hunter groaned.
"If we run or fly too fast, we'll blow our cover," Gabriel added. "The guards will stop us."
"The distance to Yahweh's throne is infinite," Kiyohime muttered. "We'll never reach it walking."
Michael frowned. "Got a better idea?"
"I do," she said. "Create a distraction. Draw the generals away."
Adamus nodded. "I can summon my own warriors not Heaven's army. It'll cost me energy, but it'll work."
They agreed.
Adamus raised his hand. Ten shimmering Higher Dimensional Cards appeared. With a flick of his wrist, the cards scattered and summoned beasts, warriors, and creatures into the city.
"Cause destruction but do not harm the innocent," Adamus commanded. "Lead the guards away."
His summons bowed and then shot off in every direction. Buildings trembled. Statues shattered. Sirens wailed. Guards took flight.
The city exploded in chaos.
Then came the generals.
Raguel roared across the skies.
Remiel's cloud sparked with lightning.
Zerachiel moved like a blink of death.
But Adamus had chosen well his summoned warriors could clone, regenerate, and flee forever.
The crew turned.
And walked the opposite way.
When the path cleared
They flew.
They ran.
And Adamus reached out, golden flames flickering from his fingertips
He connected Hunter and Kiyohime to the divine velocity of the Archangels, threading their bodies with Life Strings laced in pure will and spiritual synchronization.
In an instant, they surged forward, moving at immeasurable speeds faster than thought, beyond time's grasp.
Golden trails tore through the clouds behind them, ripping across reality as the fabric of Heaven blurred in their wake.
They had begun in the First Level of Heaven a realm of divine light and radiant order. But to reach Yahweh's throne, they would have to ascend through all seven levels, each one a higher state of dimensionality, pressure, and truth.
As they flew, the spiritual pressure grew heavier, folding the air around them into layered halos. Clouds of divine density passed through their bodies like soft lightning beautiful and crushing at once.
They passed statues of Lucifer, massive and cruel, carved in reverence, surrounded by kneeling angels locked in eternal worship.
Towers of white fire stretched into the heavens temples suspended over nothing, orbiting voids of light and meaning.
They raced through cosmic structures:
Floating cities shaped like halos,
Temples made of scripture and stardust,
Endless staircases spiraling around black-hole suns.
Each layer they pierced became more surreal, more incomprehensible time folded, space bent, logic unraveled.
The First. Then the Second. The Third. The Fourth…
Each level opened into a new infinity heavier, purer, brighter, pressing into the soul like the voice of creation itself.
Still, they kept moving
immeasurable, unstoppable
toward the Seventh Level,
toward the center,
toward the throne of Yahweh Himself.
And finally, they reached the summit of a radiant, unseen building, shrouded in golden cloud and sacred light hovering just beneath the final gate.
Before them hovered a floating castle of blinding light.
A sky fortress of gold, suspended above a lake of sunlight, held aloft by divine wind.
Angels stood guard in ranks Powers, armored in glory. And near them, angels robed in white and gold, holding golden pens and scrolls.
Adamus froze. "We're here. That's Yahweh's castle…"
"But those other guards," Kiyohime whispered, "what are they?"
Jesus stepped forward, eyes fixed on the radiant army ahead.
"Principalities," he said. "The scribes of Heaven. Their pens do more than write. They rewrite reality itself. A single word from them can alter fate. If their will is strong enough… even a thought becomes existence."
Adamus narrowed his eyes, staring beyond the golden fog to the figures hovering above the ranks of Powers.
There they were Principalities floating in perfect stillness, as if untouched by gravity or time.
They wore flowing white and gold cloth, draped over layered armor etched with scripture. Across their ranks, flashes of purple, crimson, and emerald shimmered in ceremonial trim, like divine seals of authority.
Above their heads, golden parchment floated in perfect orbit, each scroll glowing with unread truths.
In their hands they held pens forged from celestial light, poised in silence.
But these were no ordinary pens.
With them, they could command existence.
With a stroke, they could erase armies.
With a whisper, they could bend destiny.
And now, they stood like statues before Yahweh's church, guarding the final gate between the crew and the divine truth sealed within.
Michael grinned.
"I don't care what they write," he said, eyes glowing with wrathful confidence.
"They're fighting Archangels. The power to manipulate narrative are bodies it doesn't work on us. And it sure as Heaven doesn't work on you, Vajra. Or anyone cloaked in your flames."
He turned to Adamus.
"We've made it. Summon my army."
Kiyohime added, "Now's the time. Your energy's still strong, and the way is open."
Adamus reached into the air.
A card appeared radiant with sacred light, etched with divine circuitry.
The Card of the Archangel Army.
He raised it high, voice ringing through the upper heavens:
"I SUMMON THE ARCHANGEL ARMY!"
Across the city, golden squares materialized.
On rooftops.
On streets.
On walls.
In midair.
Everywhere.
From the golden clouds beneath Heaven's surface to the floating walkways of angelic cities, luminescent seals emerged, spinning with celestial runes.
Angels across Heaven stopped and stared, pointing to the glowing glyphs unfolding beneath their feet and above their heads.
And then they appeared.
Soldiers of Heaven.
Warriors of the Archangels.
Millions of them.
Fully armed. Eyes burning with divine purpose. Their armor bore the marks of eternity, their weapons pulsed with cosmic flame.
Before the crew, three Archangel Generals descended in radiant flashes of color and sound.
Michael turned to the team and said, "These are my finest. They will strike the corrupted forces and draw fire. The six of us" he looked at the crew, "will enter the throne. Open the gates. Find Yahweh. Give Him the energy of faith. So He can restore the Hyperverse... and finally defeat Lucifer."
The crew nodded.
The first Archangel General stepped forward.
Shirael.
Her white-silver hair flowed behind her like starlight,
Golden eyes sharp and fearless,
Her wings a blend of sky-blue and pearl-white, vast as curtains of glory.
She wore silver armor woven with drifting cloth, floating as if gravity itself bowed to her presence.
In her hands:
A hybrid weapon half sword, half divine guitar, its strings humming with harmonic warfare.
She raised it high. "We've got this."
Her army screamed in unison, then charged toward Yahweh's castle like a divine tidal wave.
Next came Phanuel.
A titan of a warrior wrapped in purple, white, and gold armor,
Golden wings flared behind his massive frame.
His eyes shone silver, and black hair curled behind his shoulders.
In his hands: a colossal hammer, coated in lightning crackling with the raw essence of faith.
"You can count on me, Yahweh Michael!" he roared.
And with that, he and his troops surged forward, tearing through the sky like thunder itself.
Then descended Selaphiel.
Only 5'2", young in appearance, but divine beyond comprehension.
Red and gold armor, glimmering.
White wings, flared.
Red eyes, burning with righteous fury.
Curly blond hair, haloed in radiant light.
His feet never touched the ground. He hovered on an orb of concentrated divine energy.
Two crossed swords on his back sparked with restrained fury.
"I will not fail you, my Lord!" he cried out.
And his legion followed blazing with purpose.
Across the skies, both armies clashed.
On one side: the corrupted angels, controlled by Lucifer's mark, led by the Powers and Principalities.
On the other: Michael's generals and their unyielding divine host.
Blades clashed.
Explosions tore through golden air.
Wings collided in fury.
A Principalities angel, writing furiously into golden scrolls, declared aloud:
"This army will disappear."
His paper lit with divine energy.
But nothing happened.
Another Principalities called out:
"Reality warping doesn't work on Archangels. Focus on constructs environmental attacks. Manipulate what's around them!"
So they did.
Structures twisted. Spears of holy stone appeared from thin air. Spells rained like comets.
Yet the Archangel Army held strong.
From the rooftop above, Adamus, Kiyohime, Hunter, Gabriel, Samael, Michael, and Jesus watched the battle unfold.
Michael turned to Jesus.
"Stay close to us. We'll protect you."
Jesus nodded. "I'm ready...
Ready to reunite with myself.
To repair the damage.
To end sin.
To recreate everything."
Michael looked to the others.
"Let's move."
And the crew jumped diving into war.
They soared through holy fire, shields of light, and armies colliding in midair.
Jesus flew at the center, cloaked in golden light, protected by the others on all sides.
Their final mission had begun.
The battlefield blazed.
Multiple fronts of holy war erupted across the skies and golden plains of Heaven all to carve a path for one mission: to get the chosen crew to Yahweh's throne.
Shirael led the charge, her hybrid guitar-sword blazing with divine resonance.
She tore through corrupted angels the Powers striking with explosive chords of higher-dimensional holy music, each note slicing the air like a storm of judgment.
But she took hits in return stabbed, struck, and battered, her silver armor dented.
Still, she rose facing even the Principalities, who twisted the battlefield itself: conjuring swords, fists, trees of flame, even warping gravity.
Yet Shirael pressed forward, defying it all cleaving a path with music, fury, and faith.
Beside her, the titan Phanuel became the wrath of thunder.
He swung his colossal hammer, casting waves of lightning forged from pure faith. Every strike shattered formations of corrupted angels, breaking their ranks.
Principalities conjured walls of steel and judgment in his path he crushed them with roaring blows.
Heavenly meteors fell from the sky he caught them with his hammer, breaking them into rain.
Wounded, scorched but undeterred Phanuel smashed a corridor through chaos, roaring with every blow.
Selaphiel moved like light incarnate.
Skimming across the battlefield on floating constructs of divine energy, he darted between enemies kicking, slicing, and striking with holy speed.
Each of his kicks fired explosive bursts of sanctified energy, while his twin swords imbued with holy water cut down any corrupted Power in his path.
The Principalities tried to trap him summoning massive monsters of ink and fear, but he danced between them, carving space for the crew to pass.
Above and behind them, the crew fought hard, protecting each other as they sprinted through the chaos:
Adamus unleashed blasts of sacred power
Om Mani Padme Hum a divine mantra forged into energy, each shot glowing with golden, radiant flame. The blasts shimmered with the same purifying force as holy water, powerful enough to disrupt the Mark of the Beast and sever the grip of demonic influence.
Every strike ignited fallen angels with light, burning away their corruption without destroying their essence.
Adamus moved like divine judgment grabbing enemies with his life strings, flinging them through the air, slamming them into the clouds, then punching through their darkness, tearing the evil out with force and compassion.
Kiyohime summoned serpents of spectral darkness, radiant and sinuous, weaving around her like divine sentinels. With every lash and bite, they struck corrupted angels, freezing them in place not with ice, but with higher-dimensional time, their motion locked and rewound within fractures of existence.
Her purple eyes burned with power Toki no Me, the Eyes of Time.
With a single gaze, she cast enemies into temporal stasis, suspending them mid-motion as her blade flowed like a whisper through the frozen air.
Then, her toroidal energy field activated a glowing halo of dimensional force swirling around her body. Within this field, she moved at immeasurable speeds, slicing through opponents while the world crawled around her.
Punches missed. Energy blasts curved unnaturally warped by the field, bent away as if time itself refused to let them touch her.
Hunter surged forward atop his roaring water dragon, riding streams of divine current that coiled through the battlefield like a living river. With each pass, his blade sliced through corrupted angels, water spraying in luminous arcs.
He conjured spiritual water, freezing enemies not in flesh but in soul, locking their essence in liquid stasis before shattering their resistance with ruthless precision.
He took hits struck by blades and blasts but his resilience surged back, powered by faith. He absorbed the impact, then retaliated tenfold.
Now wielding faith-infused power, Hunter reached deeper not into flesh, but into spirit.
He began to manipulate the spiritual blood flowing through the corrupted angels a sacred essence that only one attuned to the soul could touch. With that mastery, he forced them to drop their weapons, pulled them aside, slammed them to the ground, and even repositioned their bodies to open pathways through the warzone.
Movements bent to his will not through mind or muscle but through spirit control.
Gabriel wielded his invisible sword, its length expanding to the size of a towering building. Though unseen, its strikes tore through enemies with precise, sweeping arcs.
Holy water coated the blade, burning away the Mark of the Beast with every cut, purifying corrupted angels without ending them.
Bolts of holy lightning surged from his hands, exploding through enemy lines.
His shield absorbed attacks, though he still took hits gritting through them. When flanked, he hurled the shield like a divine discus, striking foes before it returned to him.
Where it struck, lightning shot from the clouds below, blasting open paths as he advanced.
Gabriel moved like judgment
Samael summoned black holes across the battlefield, rifts of void tearing open behind and before his enemies. They devoured the corrupted, purified their souls, and cast them out free of the Mark.
With a sweep of his dark blade, he cloaked entire areas in shadow, blinding his foes before striking from the void gone before they realized what had happened.
He commanded the battlefield's shadows, pulling them from the ground like living warriors shapes of smoke and will.
These specters grasped corrupted angels, dragging them into their own silhouettes, holding them down as Samael cut a path
Michael roared like a divine lion, his flaming sword blazing with holy fire, soaked in sacred water that burned through corruption and purified the Mark of the Beast.
With raw strength, he punched through enemy lines, his blade slicing the air with shockwaves and searing flames, tearing through armor and cleansing souls.
His fiery breath shattered formations, clearing the path ahead.
Every swing sanctified.
Every flame burned clean.
At the center of it all Jesus walked protected, surrounded by divine shields, eyes glowing, calm amid the storm.
The crew fought as one, pushing through wave after wave.
And at last they reached it.
The massive golden doors of Yahweh's castle, towering over the clouds, pulsing with divine light.
Together Adamus, Kiyohime, Hunter, Gabriel, Samael, Michael, and Jesus raised their strength…
And struck.
The doors trembled.
Then, slowly they opened.
Behind them, the Archangel generals turned.
Shirael, Phanuel, and Selaphiel stood firm, bloodied but burning with light.
"You go," Shirael called out. "We'll hold the line."
Behind her, their armies continued to clash with the forces of Lucifer Powers, Principalities, corrupted angels screaming, energy crackling in the heavens.
The crew turned, nodded once
Then stepped through.
The gates of Yahweh's throne opened.
Adamus stepped forward, eyes widening as he looked inside the massive celestial castle.
Before him stretched an endless corridor of white pillars, rising into infinity. The floor was woven from clouds etched in living artwork moving, glowing, divine.
Hallways branched endlessly. Countless chambers shimmered in the distance.
Adamus turned to the others. "Brothers… this place is massive. I hope you all know how to find Him."
Jesus nodded. "We do."
Gabriel added, "Yahweh's Castle is not bound by dimension. It's said it can hold entire universes within its halls. We'll need to move fast."
"But we can," Michael said. "Immeasurable speed is second nature to us."
Adamus extended his hand, summoning his golden life strings, connecting Hunter and Kiyohime to the Archangels and to Jesus.
In unity, they surged forward flying and running together at impossible speed through the divine palace.
The search for God Himself had begun.
While the crew entered Yahweh's castle one step closer to divine reunion and cosmic restoration Lucifer's three generals raged across another corner of Heaven.
Remiel, Zerachiel, and Raguel battled Adamus's summoned distractions, their patience thinning as the sky rippled with golden madness.
Remiel stood atop his storm-forged lightning cloud, golden bolts cracking beneath his feet as he slashed through another of Adamus's beasts a furry, chaotic creature that howled with laughter as it split into two identical copies.
He growled, frustrated. "What are these things? Every time I cut one they multiply."
His blade arced again one became two. Then four.
Zerachiel, face pale and skeletal, seized one in his bony grip and bit into it. It dissolved only to reappear twice over, crawling up his shoulder.
Zerachiel snarled. "They multiply... even when consumed."
Raguel, meanwhile, cradled one of the summons in her arms like a pet. "I think they're cute," she giggled, wings fluttering. "They're not really hurting anyone just knocking over a few buildings."
Around them, chaos continued. The city cracked and tilted. Pillars collapsed. Shops crumbled. But the summons didn't stop they distracted, multiplied, danced, and taunted with wild unpredictability.
Then
A sound.
Distant, growing.
Golden cards began to flicker around them on the clouds, in midair, on rooftops and walls. Glowing seals formed with humming resonance.
From those golden constructs, figures emerged.
Archangels.
Armies of them thousands upon thousands pouring through the gates of existence, flooding Heaven like divine fire unleashed.
Remiel's eyes narrowed. "What is this…? Where did they come from?"
He turned, eyes scanning the golden skyline. "Wait. These are… Archangels. These are his soldiers."
Before they could react further, Lucifer's voice thundered across reality imposed into their minds through pure omnipresence.
"They're almost there. Jesus. Adamus. They're close. To Yahweh.
You were supposed to stop them. What are you doing?
GO. NOW."
The three generals straightened, feeling Lucifer's rage pulse through their bones.
"Yes, my Lord," they answered in unison.
In a flash, their auras erupted lightning, death, pink flame and the three vanished, tearing through the upper layers of Heaven with immeasurable speed.
They streaked toward Yahweh's castle, golden winds roaring past them as the battlefront neared.
And thenthey arrived.
The golden doors of Yahweh's throne stood open.
Archangels clashed with corrupted angels outside. Explosions of holiness and wrath split the sky.
A divine war raged in full.
Remiel hovered midair, eyes locked on the battlefield.
"They're inside."
He turned to his companions. "Split up. Find them. Stop them."
Without a word, Zerachiel and Raguel broke formation one vanishing into the golden halls like a shadow, the other darting low along the edges of the castle with blades and laughter.
Remiel clenched his fists, the lightning cloud swirling around him.
He dove in after them.
The hunt had begun.
Inside Yahweh's castle, light and shadow were about to collide.
Meanwhile…
Lucifer sat alone.
In his private chamber deep within the heart of Heaven's golden citadel he watched the chaos unfold.
Before him stood a massive chessboard, but unlike any earthly game.
This board represented a hyperverse, with each chess piece symbolizing people, timelines, and living concepts all being controlled.
By Lucifer… and the Holy Spirit.
But now, there was only one board left.
Lucifer stared in silence as another piece vanished from the board.
Across from him, a cloned version of himself played out the final moments mirroring the tension, the collapse.
And then, the only figure remaining was the Holy Spirit.
A white entity.
Radiant and pure.
Shaped like a human, but composed entirely of light.
The Holy Spirit turned its head slowly, gazing into Lucifer's eyes.
"It's finally over," it said.
"The End Times have consumed every single multiverse in the Hyperverse of Israel."
"All that remains is the center of the Hyperverse… Heaven… and Hell."
"You've lost, Lucifer."
"The world you tried to manipulate is gone."
"And Jesus… is in Heaven."
"Faith… has returned to Heaven."
"Soon, they will reunite with Yahweh and recreate all existence in His image once more."
The Holy Spirit moved its piece into place.
"Checkmate."
Lucifer didn't blink.
"It's not over," he said coldly.
"The pawns have been fighting. But when the King shows up…"
He rose to his feet, power radiating from his form.
"…That's when everything changes."
His omnipresence activated his mind stretching across realities. He felt everything unfolding in real time, save for a few hidden places where even his gaze could not reach.
He looked over the battlefield one final time.
"Just in case my children fail me…"
"I'll do it myself."
And with that
Lucifer vanished from his castle.