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Floating between dimensions after following the pull that led the way, Lux found himself sensing seven distinct pockets of space, all tied together and surrounded by an incalculable number of runes, the symbols so tightly wound together that a lesser being would only see it as a solid golden wall.
But not only was Lux sure he stood at the top of this world when it came to magical understanding and potential, but he felt that the vast array protecting what could only be the Heavenly Realm was eager to welcome him into its warm embrace.
Of course, he took the time to thoroughly scan through the array that acted as an open book for him to peruse. Even though he'd expected something like this to happen before arriving, Lux wouldn't take the chance that this wasn't some elaborate scheme. After all, who knew? Maybe the presumed dead God of the Bible had something sneaky up his sleeve. Lux really did not want to end up as a vessel for the old geezer's revival or some shit like that.
Though, after thoroughly combing over every single line of the code-like scripture, it seemed that the unlikely scenario he'd described wouldn't be the case. And as he moved forward, the surrounding magic guided him to the very pinnacle of its domain: the long-since vacant Seventh Heaven, and the throne at its center—one quite fitting for a God like himself, Lux supposed, a satisfied smirk on his face as he claimed his rightful position.
"Welcome, Master. How may I assist you today?" a voice from out of nowhere asked.
"Standby for now," he ordered, only half surprised by the feminine voice speaking along as words appeared on transparent panels, the screens at eye level forming out of thin air after taking his seat.
Of course there was an AI in heaven, because why not?
Rolling his eyes as he began interfacing with the system that followed his will, his mind working the controls faster than a keyboard and mouse could ever hope to match, Lux realized that he had his work cut out for him if he wanted to get this place up to his standards.
Though, after figuring out what he was messing around with, his disappointment was immeasurable, and his day was ruined. Instead of the Ultron-level intelligence he was expecting, this thing could only be labeled as, at most, a virtual assistant.
Lux guessed it couldn't be helped. This world's version of God wasn't on par with the cheat like existence that he himself was, but after reaching the earliest records, he had a good understanding of why this whole system was such a mess.
It seemed that Big G couldn't let go of the sentiment felt towards the woman he'd loved, the core of his deceased wife the sole entity keeping the many faculties of Heaven running, and leaving her concentration so fragmented that she was reduced to this glorified Alexa.
At least it was an interesting story, Lux thought, humming as he made up his mind on how much effort he'd put into fixing this crippled goddess.
Asherah: a mother goddess associated with fertility, sacred trees, lions, and serpents. And if what he'd been reading was the truth, she'd met a tragic end at the hands of the Egyptian's chief deity, the event acting as the catalyst for the pantheon's destruction, Heaven's wrath immediately descending with no remorse.
Ancient history aside, as the former consort of Yahweh, it was unlikely she'd give him her loyalty if he simply revived her as she was. And now that the idea of a super AI servant had already been put into his mind, Lux figured it would be a better idea to rebuild the goddess from the ground up, absolute loyalty towards himself alone woven into her being.
But that could wait. He'd put acquiring robussy on the back burner for now. And in the meantime, Lux figured he should let his new minions know their lord has arrived.
About to send a command, Lux paused, taking a second to look himself over.
Normally, he liked to keep both his divinities in balance, something that reflected in his appearance.
Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot, Lux suppressed his darkness to the very limits, his hair and eyes turning completely golden, and if his wings were out, they'd too join in the same color scheme.
"Asherah, go ahead and reopen the Seventh Heaven," he ordered after getting himself situated, acknowledging his future AI waifu for the first time since putting her into sleep mode.
"As you command, Master," Asherah chirped, the golden gates leading towards Heaven's lower levels rumbling open for the first time in nearly a millennium.
At least the virtual intelligence was useful enough and had an appealing voice, Lux thought, not leaving his seat as he waited for his guests' arrival. Heh, he had a feeling Bella wouldn't be too happy with her newest competition.
But as he thought about his beautiful slave—specifically, that juicy rear of hers—a yell echoing through the entire realm had him distracted from the wonderful picture he had in mind.
"Father!" the melodic voice cried, a blonde missile crashing into his chest, Lux's only thoughts now revolving around just how soft the things in his hands felt.
"Gabriel, get away from that man!" someone else called out, and so wrapped up in fondling the squishy mounds, the concerned voice was the last thing on his mind.
But as the three femboys reached the foot of his throne with their light spears drawn, Lux couldn't stop one of his eyes from involuntarily twitching.
Fuck, why were these male angels so beautiful? He'd have to keep his guard up from now on, Lux told himself, not at all interested in accidentally crossing swords with the twinks.
~A New God's Conquest~
For hundreds of years, Michael guarded the gates leading to his father's abode, exerting what little influence he could to keep Heaven's system afloat.
So, as the doors he'd only prayed would open one day actually swung wide, he was more than a little shocked to say the least, his brothers and sister joining him in his stupor.
Because of his sister's usually lackadaisical demeanor, he'd often forget that he was only barely above her in power, something he was just now reminded of after watching the airhead dart ahead by herself into Seventh Heaven. And even after following right behind, he couldn't stop Gabriel from jumping into the lap of a complete stranger as the man he'd never seen before desecrated their father's throne.
"Gabriel, get away from that man!" he shouted, angered not by his sister, but by the man defiling her body, the only thing keeping him and his two brothers from immediately attacking being that they felt no malice from the intruder.
"Daddy's back," the man sitting in his father's seat finally broke the silence, and because he and his brothers were too busy seething over their sister's violation, it took a moment to pass before their mouths hung open at the claim.
"I-Impossible," Uriel shouted, looking like he would go on the attack at the slightest provocation. "How dare you attempt to deceive us with falsehoods. This must be a ploy of the Devils."
"Kneel," the man on the throne simply commanded, an infuriating smirk on his face.
About to deny such audacious words, Michael found himself completely shocked once again, his body falling to its knees against his will, Uriel squawking in outrage as he too followed suit.
"Such unruly children. Is that any way to greet your father after so long," the man sighed, shaking his head while still molesting the innocent Gabriel.
However, as the man finally let his sister go from his wicked clutches, he finally took the time to sense the man's presence, his face feeling numb at the absurdity of what he'd felt.
It wasn't the same as his father's, but it was so close that he didn't think any aside from the Four Great Seraphs would recognize otherwise.
Michael was conflicted. As the strongest of the Seraphs, he hadn't basked in such a powerful holy presence since… It hurt just to remember, he internally sighed, keeping the turmoil off his face. But it also felt too good at the same time; the feeling that the Throne of Heaven may no longer be his to bear alone.
However, there lay the problem. The man in front of him was not his father, and Michael couldn't help but feel as if he were betraying all that he stood for in some way.
No, maybe this was their father, simply returning to them in a way none of them could have imagined.
"I can sense your worry, my child. Be at peace knowing that I want the best for your siblings and Heaven," the man… no, his father told him, a hand on his shoulder that reminded him of better times.
But maybe now, things would change. Michael guessed the only thing he could do was put his faith in the future.
~A New God's Conquest~
A scowl on her disguised face, Bella glared daggers at the foul creatures, their beady eyes giving her disdainful looks as she passed through the open entrance of the marble building. She'd have already burned them to ashes for the disrespect if not for the fact that her master didn't want them causing an uproar just yet.
"Are you going to tell me what we're doing here now?" the annoying redhead asked, also under a simple glamor at her side.
"Children need not worry themselves over business meant for the adults," she waved off, smiling as the young girl growled under her breath. Bella was already in a terrible mood, so why not drag her reluctant companion down with her, she thought.
"Take me to my vault," she commanded, handing her key over to the nearest disgusting goblin while ignoring Rose's further complaints.
Watching the wrinkled creature roll her key between his nubby fingers while suspiciously looking her up and down had her about to blow. But, luckily for the revolting thing, her narrowed eyes seemed to get the message across, the goblin teller hopping down from his raised chair as he scurried over to another of his filthy kin.
"Come this way," the other goblin grunted, taking her key and leading them to the ridiculous contraption that somehow passed for a form of transportation.
Making sure the silly witch she'd brought along hadn't gotten herself lost, Bella took her seat with a huff, making sure to cast a few discreet cushioning charms before placing the part of her body that her master loved so much onto the hard surface. She truly didn't know how far she'd go to ruin the lives of all goblinkind if her master's property was somehow damaged by these mongrels, but she knew it wouldn't be pretty.
"Exit to your left," the little thing spoke, and after standing, Bella checked herself over, finding no reason to commit a genocide quite yet as she impatiently waited for her vault to open.
"Unless you want to die a very painful death, I'd recommend not touching anything," Bella told Rose as they stepped into the treasure filled chamber, the redhead looking like she wanted to poke her nose into everything.
"Hmph, like any of these weak curses could hurt me," the girl scoffed, but Bella took amusement in the fact that she kept her distance from the many tempting objects on display.
In truth, she had been exaggerating. With her rise in power, and now carrying her Master's seed, there weren't many things in the wizarding world that could hurt her master's young lover. But it would still be a hassle if she set off one of the Gemino Curses.
Reaching what she'd come to this shithole of a bank for, Bella disdainfully held the cup of Hufflepuff in her hand before frowning, the vault doors slamming shut and leaving them in the darkness.
"Oi, what's going on!" Rose shouted, asking the question that she too held.
"Heh, there's a bounty on your head Lestrange. I'll be rolling in Galleons by the end of today," the goblin cackled, thinking he was safe behind the impenetrable walls of Gringotts.
Bella sighed; well, she tried to play nice. Surely her master wouldn't blame her for simply defending herself, and if he did, she was sure she could receive his forgiveness between the sheets, Bella decided.
But before she could blast the exit to bits, Rose had already stepped forward, her Sacred Gear spewing black mist that had the enchanted doors crumbling to dust in seconds.
She wondered who had put a price on her head so soon. This didn't seem like a move her former master would make. The Lestrange brothers were her next best bet.
It didn't matter though. She'd get her answers straight from the rat who thought himself clever.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bella drawled, pointing her question towards the creature scampering down a side tunnel, screaming his tiny lungs out.
"Betsy! Thieves! Attack!" He shouted until breathlessly collapsing against the jagged wall, the malicious aura that she'd been radiating seeming to be giving the little shit a rough time.
But as her high heels ominously clacked as she neared the frightened little bugger, Bella found nothing getting in her way, only noticing a cowering scaled beast around the corner once within a few steps of the soon to be dead goblin.
"You didn't think this little thing was going to save you, huh?" Bella teased the creature at her feet, his ugly mug and the tears running down his face making her feel the urge to gag.
Comparing what she used to consider a dragon acting in such a way, she ignored the thing her master would refer to as nothing more than an unintelligent wyvern as she lifted the goblin by the front of his tiny tuxedo.
"Speak, who wanted me captured?" she demanded, the painful wince the thing let out as its back scrapped against the jagged walls putting a smile on her face.
"M-My Lady, I was only following orders. It was the Lestrange brothers who wanted you," it whimpered before Bella gave it a quick end for answering honestly, the small body falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes as she wiped her hands clean.
Bella had hoped to run into her ex and his brother at the ministry, but it didn't seem like fate was on her side at that moment. She couldn't wait to get the two fuckers alone. Perhaps she could turn it into a date with her beloved? She knew her master would enjoy torturing the two bastards by her side.
"Come, let's get out of here, Potter," she said, turning to find Rose messing with the chains of what she now recognized as a Hungarian Horntail.
"Girl, don't keep me waiting," Bella glowered, sick of this imbecile's childish whims.
"Yeah, Yeah, whatever, bitch. Just give me a second," the petulant brat waved her off, making her strain to hold herself back from using some of the darker curses she'd been testing on the girl. If only she weren't one of her master's favorites, Bella lamented.
"And done," she heard Rose murmur as the goblin-made chains clattered to the ground, and Bella wondered just how much death and destruction that little act would cause.
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