Chapter 120 :
The grand halls of Heaven shimmered with an ethereal brilliance, the golden floors stretching endlessly beneath the gathered celestial legions. The vast, radiant legions of Heaven's armies stood in perfect formation, their gleaming armor reflecting the endless light of the divine realm. Thousands upon thousands of warriors, their wings outstretched, their weapons primed for war, knelt before the one who had summoned them.
At the head of the formation, kneeling closest to the golden throne, were the Seven Heavenly Kings—the pinnacle of divine might, Heaven's supreme commanders. Uriel, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Camael, Azrael, and Jophiel—each one radiating absolute power, each one bound by the divine law that none could ever surpass their Father.
And upon the Celestial Throne, towering over them all, was Yahweh, the Supreme One, the Golden Being, God, the Architect of Creation. His golden radiance pulsed with overwhelming authority, his very presence suffocating, inescapable.
The trumpets of war had sounded, and now they listened.
Yahweh rose from his throne, spreading his arms, his voice thundering across the Heavens.
"My children. My chosen. My warriors. My enforcers"
The armies bowed deeper, their voices silent but their devotion unwavering as his words echoed through their very souls.
"I have summoned you today not for a mere battle, not for a simple skirmish—but for the greatest cleansing in the history of creation. A war to restore divine order."
A ripple of divine fervor surged through the ranks, and whispers of agreement stirred among the celestial host. Some nodded in solemn understanding, while others tightened their grips on their weapons, eager for the coming purge. They hoped they can kill more demons get rid of those disgusting trash.
His golden eyes burned, his divine aura stretching out over the countless angels before him.
"You have been called forth because we face a corruption—a stain upon existence itself."
A murmur rippled through the legion, voices muttering in disgust. Some angels hissed under their breath, others whispered prayers, denouncing the unholy presence that had tainted creation.
"A great sin has been committed, a sin so vile that it shakes the very foundation of all that is holy. I, your Creator, your God, your Father, was once deceived."
Gasps of shock and outrage echoed through the assembled warriors. Some angels exchanged horrified glances, while others clenched their fists. How could such a thing have happened? Their God—deceived? It should have been impossible their father God was perfection incarnated many strived to be close to him. Not like to him their father taught them they too impure to be like him. The very thought sent waves of fury through them.
A ripple of energy cracked through the air as Yahweh's face contorted with disgust.
"You know of whom I speak. You know of the Whore of the Underworld, the filth that crawled from the abyss and wrapped herself around me in an attempt to corrupt divinity."
A collective shudder coursed through the celestial ranks. Several warriors spat in revulsion, others muttered curses beneath their breath.
"Lucy Morningstar! The wretched, faithless serpent, the deceitful creature who poisoned the will of Heaven itself!"
Cries of contempt erupted throughout the ranks.
"A demon dares to taint the name of our Father?!" one angel growled.
"A liar! A corrupter!" another spat.
"She should have been erased long ago!"
"How dare she corrupt father."
"How dare she exist."
"She created those aberrations."
"She is everything wrong with existence."
The hatred was palpable, the resentment for Lucy's existence surging like a fire in the hearts of the warriors.
Yahweh let the fury simmer before continuing, his golden glow pulsing, the very sky trembling beneath his wrath.
"I was merciful. I allowed her to exist. I let her slither in the filth of the abyss, thinking her influence would fade. I believed that by casting her out, she would wither in the shadows."
Some angels sneered, others scoffed at the very notion.
"Mercy?" a warrior whispered with disdain. "She should have been destroyed Father!"
"That's right now she tricked father throwing our merciful fathers mercy in his face."
"How dare she."
"But no. I was mistaken. I was deceived. That whore did more than crawl in the dark—she did the unthinkable. She committed the gravest of all sins. She defiled the very essence of divinity."
More gasps of horror, expressions of disgust, even angels too righteous to feel rage clenched their teeth in silent fury.
"She bore a creature. A mockery of creation itself. An abomination that was never meant to be. A mistake. A grotesque blend of light and dark, of Heaven and Hell. Something unnatural. Something… beyond my control."
A stillness fell over the army.
Then, a voice—low but filled with contempt—spoke:
"A child? Born of our Father and that… thing?"
"An abomination. A blasphemy!"
"How dare such a creature exist? It mocks everything we stand for!"
"It must be purged."
"Tell us father where is it."
"We storm the underworld and bring it before."
"Burn it with fire."
The murmurs turned to growls, and the growls turned to roars.
"That mistake has been found. It has revealed itself, foolishly exposing its presence within the shadows, thinking it can challenge me, thinking it can escape its fate."
"It dares to challenge the Almighty?!"
"A thing with no place in creation should not exist!"
"Destroy it! Burn it! Cast it from existence!"
His golden energy surged, his voice booming with divine finality.
"I will not allow it to persist. I will not let this aberration grow stronger. I will not permit its existence to corrupt the perfection of my realm."
His eyes flared, his celestial form expanding, his power unrivaled.
"We will march upon the Shadow Realm and eradicate this filth from creation! We will purge the unclean, we will cleanse the disgrace, and we will bring an end to this sickness before it festers!"
The legions of Heaven roared in unison, their voices a deafening crescendo of loyalty and divine fury.
"WE SERVE THE ALL FATHER! WE WILL PURGE THE UNHOLY!"
Yahweh's golden aura surged, crackling across the Heavens like a storm of righteous wrath.
"March, my warriors. Deliver my judgment. Let the abomination know that no matter where it hides, it cannot escape the will of GOD!"
The gates of Heaven shattered open, and the celestial armies of Heaven descended.
Trumpets blared. The skies split apart.
And the Shadow Realm waited.