Chapter 119
Then they felt it.
All of them—Yahweh, the Golden Being, God, the Supreme One, and his Seven Heavenly Kings Uriel, Micheal, Gabriel, Rapheal, Cameal and Azreal, Jophiel —felt the pulse of unholy power rippling through the celestial layers. It was raw, untamed, and impossibly vast.
The power of their target.
The abomination's location was found.
Yahweh's face twisted. His golden glow flickered for the first time in centuries, his fists clenching as an unforgivable truth settled into his bones.
The abomination. The disgrace. The mistake. He had been located.
That thing was no longer hiding. His presence had surged like a beacon, one that Yahweh could not ignore. He had to eradicated it. The Heavens trembled as the very fabric of reality groaned in response to the clash of divine and abyssal forces.
"It is time," Yahweh declared, rising from his golden throne. His eyes, once shining like stars, were now cold, filled with unwavering resolve. "Prepare the armies. We end this disgrace now. Today it will rue the day it dared to exist. Today the whore will regret revealing she made that thing. Today I end the problem. Today heaven gets rid of it's biggest threat."
His Archangels exchanged cautious glances, but none dared to question him. None except one.
Uriel, the first Daughter of Heaven, stepped forward, her golden armor shining with a brilliance only surpassed by her father's radiance. Her spear, the weapon that had smote countless demons, was clenched tightly in her hand. Yet, unlike the others, her expression was hesitant.
"My Lord father" she said carefully, her voice unwavering despite her concern. "This is the Shadow Realm. A place where no light enters, where nothing holy holds power. If we march our forces in blindly, we will be walking into a trap." She said concerned she and her sister Jophiel have always been compassionate and hated loss.
The air grew heavy. Yahweh's golden eyes burned with indignation.
"A trap?" His voice was a booming force, shaking the golden halls. "Do you fear the dark, my daughter? Are you a child? You the strongest who had destroyed many demon slaves of that whore fear the dark?"
Uriel straightened, but did not step back. "I do fear what I do not understand. Like you thought me be cautious so we do not fall into a trap father. This realm was crafted by his consorts, those witches Yami of the Void, Ayumi The first Neko and his wife Ayame Akatsuki. It is not the Void—it is something else, something unnatural. The balance of creation does not apply there. We need to be careful"
"The balance of creation?" Yahweh spat, his lip curling in disgust. "We are beyond balance, Uriel. This is our moment. This is our chance to erase him before it is too late!"
She did not flinch. "And what if he is stronger than we anticipate?"
The audacity. Many of her brothers showed their outrage at her expressing her concerns but she ignored they were followers like her but they never thought for themselves.
Yahweh stepped down from his throne, the air around him distorting, golden energy crackling with the weight of his rage. He towered over her, his power pressing against her like an avalanche.
"You doubt me my daughter?" he whispered, his voice dangerously soft.
Uriel bowed her head slightly, but her stance did not falter. "I do not doubt you, Father. I doubt the certainty of our victory. We should assess the enemy, devise a strategy that is what you taught me, learn why he revealed himself why do you oppose you own teaching father? If he has exposed his presence, there is a reason."
A low growl escaped Yahweh's throat.
"Reason?" he echoed. His eyes flickered, scanning the expanse of Heaven, feeling the anxious, waiting energies of his celestial legions. The angels, the warriors, the divine forces eager to march at his command. They were ready. He was ready.
"This is no trap," he declared, turning away from Uriel. "It is fear. That boy is not yet strong enough to face me. He is testing his limits, foolishly revealing his location. He knows he cannot defeat me. That is why he hides in the dark, cowering bit he thinks with that little advantage i can't beat him. I mocks me that is why we must respond teach his place and kill him."
Uriel's grip on her spear tightened, but she said nothing.
"The terror of our holy might will bring victory," Yahweh continued, stepping onto the celestial platform that overlooked the divine legions. "We will march upon the Shadow Realm and retrieve the abomination before he grows into something that cannot be controlled."
His golden aura flared, stretching across the heavens like a beacon of divine wrath.
"Summon the legions. The time for words has ended."
Uriel hesitated, her instincts screaming at her. Something was wrong.
Yahweh's obsession, his rage, had never been so unhinged before. He was acting out of fear, despite his words. His certainty was cracked beneath his paranoia.
But she could not defy him.
She turned to her fellow Heavenly Kings—Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Camael, and Azrael. Each of them watched her carefully, waiting. She could see the same doubts reflected in Michael's hardened gaze, in Raphael's clenched jaw, in Azrael's thoughtful frown. Jophiel looked like wants to support her but she fears father and being the youngest she can understand.
But none of them would oppose Yahweh.
Not yet. Maybe Not ever. His power was absolute in heaven. He was the greatest
Uriel closed her eyes, exhaled, and bowed her head.
"As you command, Father."
Yahweh smiled, but it was not one of warmth. It was one of finality.
"Good my daughter i would have hate to make a example of you."
The gates of Heaven rumbled, the celestial legions mobilizing. Thousands of angels, adorned in armor forged from light and faith, readied their weapons. Trumpets of war echoed across the divine realm, signaling the coming storm.
The Shadow Realm would be invaded.
And yet, Yahweh did not know.
He did not know that in the depths of that dark place, hidden within the twisting blackness, Lucy Morningstar and her forces were waiting.
Waiting for him to walk blindly into his own destruction.