-Hidden between fogs and unforgiving landscapes is an island that is only reachable by plane, yet what's odd about it, is the infrastructure, it even has a huge airport, yet no one knows about it, the public doesn't, government officials don't too, federals, not a clue, only the true world leaders know of it, the Masons, the ones pulling the puppet strings behind the curtain.
-The island, in contrast to its well developed infrastructure, clearly built for leisure and comfort.. has a very bewildering landscape, it has beauty, too much of it it feels surreal, if Gaia knew of it, none of its casual visitors would've found it, unless, it was artificially built.
"It's a pleasure to see everyone alive and well again, we, the hammers of Christ have a lot to discuss and fix within this world."
-Says the man in the seat that's acrowned the table.
"What do you mean? Fix it? None of these peasants are worthy of salvation anymore!"
-Screams a plump old man prolly in his 80s.
He continues; "Christ wouldn't receive such scum!"
-The entire room falls into whispers and passive discord.
"And what are you trying to say, Sir. Eisenhower?"
-Asks the chairperson with a scary glare, he contiunues; "Aren't we the ones who've led these sheep astray for a millennia? We thought by imprinting to history the words of John's Revelations the Lord would come soon, what a pointless sacrifice, I - -"
-Eisenhower interrupts him.
"Don't you dare say those words! Don't you dare Grimley!" Eisenhower shouts to his voice's ceiling!
"What should I not say? That we fabricated every chaotic event in existence after the departure of our Lord?
Why shouldn't I? Aren't we the twelve apostles? Of course it was righteous of us to cleanse the world of fallic deities and unlawful economic structures! God said to never enforce your will upon another being! Don't you think that's what we did? Don't you think the fall of Poultry Tower two decades ago was a sign?"
-Grimley says with a snarl in his face.
"Hey! Hold up, a sign? A sign for what?"
-mutters the men assembled at the table.
-Grimley calls the company to order by slamming his fist on the table; "Hades, it means Hades has returned, and the world order we've worked so hard to maintain might be gone in a blink of an eye."
-The council mutters amongst itself; " we've never killed nor restrained pantheons, would God lend us the strength?"
-They all asked in unison.
"Don't you dare mock the divine race!" Grimley loses his composure and shows the true symptoms of a fanatic that can never be redeemed, he proceeds; "That wrech is not a Pantheon, he was excommunicated! He is the first to sin in the eyes of God!"
"But the prophecies of John claim that he hails the end, so his arrival must mean our doom!"
-mutters Craguar, another member of the council, a black man chiseled in gold for status with an eccentric ethnic accent.
"Or our salvation!" Grimley states with a smile! He then proceeds to lay the plan he had in mind.
『SOMEWHERE ACROSS THE PLANET』
"Y-you, you killed him! Adam! What are you?"
-The customers begin to panick and cause a stir within the bookshop.
"I'm the alpha! Not omega but alpha! Call me daddy!"
-Fat Adam gloats with a flimsy smile, as he massacres the customers in a blink of an eye.
"Uhh what a waste of time, 『Reset』."
-After Adam uttered the strange chant, time flew, but backwards to the point at which he lost his composure and killed on of the customers, and instead of a slaughter, he apologises and asks them to leave, and states that the auction is cancelled.
-The part time workers witness this and sense about a different aura surrounding him, and after the customers left, Adam gave a cold stare to his coworkers; "What did you do to them? Did they have painless deaths?" Asks Adam.
"Boss? What are you tal- - [Arrkh!!]"
-Adam interrupts the speaker by jabbing and pulling out their guts.
"B-boss? What are you doing?"
-Asks the other coworker.
"Oh cut the crap, Mythrill you know I know it's you! Now why'd you kill my surbodinates and tried to replace them with bags of sand?"
-Queries Adam in a fowl manner.
"How long have you know it wasn't them?"
-Asks a duo of voices hidden from actuality.
"As soon as Zen had the balls to talk smack about me, that's when you lost the ball, see, that boy.." [Lunges and scouts around] •Gotcha• (intrapersonal thought) "… that boy was as timid as a Caucasian's pubic hair!"
"Fowl example and terrible manners, as always, you savage! Why didn't you kill those bastards earlier? I clearly showed you the satisfaction you'd have gotten from erasing the disappointment you created with that female mutt!"
-Yells out two voices.
"Mythrill, you talk too much, I only let you grow near because I know you're holding back a message from Morpheus."
-Adam blitzes and seems to kick something off the air, and a *THUD* is heard, he then proceeds; "Why are you trying to betray the resistance against extinction? You think God is right for taking his wrath out on us? You think we've been at his mercy for eons? No, he's been trying to eliminate my kind since the Dragon era, he made Noah anew, gave him a new skin, and thought by flooding a world he doesn't own, he would get rid of me and my entire descendants? Just because we reminded him of HIM? Do you find any of this just and mature to an extent?"
-Asks Adam whilst he seems to be absorbing an illuminous shield protecting what he had kicked off the air.
"Well, I can't say you're not persuasive Adam, I know that you'll use a human's moral to judge God's choices, but.. to him, you're just an error, a bug in the system, you and your resistance will soon perish!"
-Mutters Mythrill as he cries for mercy,
Adam peels off his celestial armour that's embedded on the skin with 『ETHER』.