Chapter 13:Supernatural Reaction

Breaking News Broadcast – Heaven's Return Shakes the World

The screen flashes with bold, golden letters: Breaking News: Divine Presence in the Vatican! Behind the text, an image of the Vatican appears, bathed in ethereal light. A massive crowd is gathered in St. Peter's Square, many kneeling in prayer, others in stunned silence as a radiant figure was floating with angel near it, in Basilica.

The anchor, a sharp-dressed man with a crisp demeanor, speaks with urgency.

Anchor: "Good evening. This is channel 7, and tonight, we bring you the most extraordinary event in recorded history. Reports are pouring in from Vatican City, where eyewitnesses claim that God Himself yes, you heard that correctly has appeared before the world. What you're seeing now is live footage from the Vatican, where an overwhelming light has enveloped the holy city.

The feed cuts to live footage. The sky above the Vatican glows with a golden radiance, and choirs of what seem to be angelic voices echo faintly in the background which was millions of angels. Pilgrims and tourists are shown weeping, praying, and prostrating themselves.

Expert Panel Discussion

The broadcast transitions to a panel of experts, including a theologian, a political analyst, and an undercover devil representative, a devil named Azrael Serkan, a high-class devil from the Astaroth Clan, tasked with infiltrating human politics as part of a long-term strategy to expand their influence in the mortal realm., and a member of the Church.

"Joining us tonight are Dr. Helena Marquez, a professor of comparative theology; Cardinal Augustus of the Catholic Church and Thomas Kane, a political analyst specializing in world affairs and last Mr. Azrael a rising star in international politics and a negotiator who seemed to know exactly how to mediate disputes between countries. said the Anchor

 "Let's begin with you, Cardinal Augustus. What does this mean for humanity and the Church?"

Cardinal Augustus began talking while being visibly emotional "This is the culmination of our prayers and faith. For centuries, we have believed in His return, and now, the Almighty stands among us. This is a call for unity, repentance, and renewal for all humankind."

the Anchor then moved to the next person "Dr. Marquez, as a scholar, how do you interpret this event?"

Dr. Marquez started to adjusting her glasses, visibly shaken "From a theological perspective, this is unprecedented, His return will force a reevaluation of both Christian teachings and the world order

Anchor: "Mr. Azrael, what's the reaction from other nations? This must send shockwaves through the government's."

Azrael Serkan calm but clearly unsettled of what could this mean for the devil race but try not to show it. "Shockwaves, indeed. The appearance of God destabilizes the delicate balance of power between the nations. But let's not forget: this event could ignite another war if handled poorly cause of different religions."

Anchor: "Mr. Kane, your thoughts on the political implications?"

"This changes everything," said Thomas Kane, Nations alike will scramble to reassess their alliances. The Vatican has instantly become the most powerful political entity in the world, and it's only a matter of time before world leaders demand clarification on how this affects global stability."

On-the-Ground Reactions

The broadcast cuts to a reporter in St. Peter's Square, standing amid the throngs of people.

Reporter: "I'm here in the Vatican, where the atmosphere is electric. Thousands have gathered, and the sheer presence of this divine figure is overwhelming. People describe feeling an aura of peace and power that brings them to their knees. I've spoken to priests, pilgrims, and even skeptics, and they all agree: this is unlike anything the world has ever seen."

A tearful young woman clutching a rosary speaks into the microphone.

 "I've never felt so much love and light in my life. This is real. He's here."

The camera pans to a devil that trying to blend in the crowd a high-class one trying to hide, he's wearing a black suit and watching from a distance making sure not to be near the holy energy.

the Devil nervously said "If this is real, we're in trouble. God's wrath doesn't leave much room for negotiation."

Global Reactions

The news anchor resumes, reading statements from around the world:

Anchor: "In response to today's events, world leaders have begun issuing statements. The President of the United States called for calm and unity,

The screen flashes with headlines:

"Angels Seen Descending in Europe – Divine Legion Mobilizing?"

Anchor: "Before we close, I want to ask the panel: is this truly God, or could this be something else

Cardinal Augustus: (firmly) "There is no doubt in my mind. This is God. His love, His mercy—it is unmistakable. The faithful know it in their hearts."

 Azrael Serkan(crossing his arms)"Let's not forget: illusions and deceptions if god and his angel exist then other supernatural beings like the devil exist too. Until there's undeniable proof we should will remain skeptical and perhaps hostile."

The anchor looks directly into the camera.

Anchor: "Whether this is truly the return of the Almighty or something else entirely, the world has changed forever. We stand at the precipice of a new era, one filled with hope, fear, and uncertainty. The question now is: how will humanity respond to the return of a being who once held dominion over all?"

The broadcast ends with a live shot of the glowing Vatican, the crowd swelling as more people gather to witness what could be the dawn of a new age.

The underworld

It began as a ripple.

The devils of the Underworld felt it—a wave of power that surged through existence, shaking the balance they had grown accustomed to since the Great War. It was faint at first, like a distant whisper, but soon the energy became holy and was felt by many.

Many low-class devils were put in comas from all this energy.it also was burning their skin off

Word spread like wildfire: God had reformed in the Vatican.

For centuries, the devils had lived in a world without the Heavenly Father, a world where they were free to shape their own

Lucifer's Court

An emergency meeting was happening with other high-class devils and nobles.

In the grand chambers of the Devil Satan's palace, the atmosphere was electric. Sirzech Lucifer sat at the head of the council table, his calm demeanor betrayed by the faint flicker of tension in his crimson eyes. Beside him, Serafall Leviathan twirled her staff nervously, the normally cheerful Devil King uncharacteristically quiet.

Ajuka Beelzebub leaned forward, his analytical mind working overtime. "This is unprecedented. The reincarnation or the reformation of God was thought to be impossible after the Great War. The question isn't just how but what caused it, is it some kinda backup plan if he ever fall?

Grayfia stood silently at Sirzechs' side, her expression a mask of professionalism, though her hands were clasped tightly behind her back.

"It's going to cause chaos among the factions," Serafall finally said, her voice unusually serious. "We've barely stabilized relations with Heaven and the Fallen Angels, and now this? Humans are already flocking to the Vatican in droves. Faith is spiking across the world."

Sirzechs nodded. "This changes everything. The balance of power, the delicate peace we've worked so hard to maintain, it's all at risk."

"Risk?" A sharp voice cut through the room. It was a representative of one of the old noble houses, his face twisted with disdain. "This isn't risk! Lucifer. This is a catastrophe. God's return could mean the end of our kind! Or a new great war!"

The devil then said," If great war happens again we are going to lose badly most of the devils of this new generation are pitiful compared to when we had a war with heaven!". He leaned into his seat and crossed his hands.

Many noble devils agree with him

"Yes, we should prep the armies!". One devil shouted 

"He probably making new Sacred gears or holy swords more powerful than Excalibur!", another devil said fearfully 

"He probably rebuilding his angel army" he continued

Ajuka's calm voice countered, "Let's not jump to conclusions. The God we're dealing with may not have the same intentions as before. If this truly is the God of Heaven, we must determine His purpose and gauge His stance on the current world order."

While that was happening the Old Satan Faction was having their own meeting on what they should do.

In the private halls of the old noble devil families those who had long opposed the reforms of Sirzechs and the other Great Satans, the reaction was far less measured.

a noble started the meeting with a demand for changes."We've become complacent. Sirzechs and his ilk have grown too close to Heaven and the Fallen. This is a sign a warning. The old ways must return if we are to survive."

"We should have wiped the humans out centuries ago," one noble spat, his claws raking deep gouges into the armrest of his throne. "Now their God has returned, and we're expected to cower like dogs?"

The murmurs grew louder, whispers of rebellion and retaliation brewing in the shadows

For stray devils and rogue factions, the news of God's return was nothing short of a nightmare.

"I'm not going back to the Underworld," one muttered, pacing in a dimly lit hideout. "And I'm not sticking around to see if this 'God' wants to start smiting sinners again, especially with that bounty hunter half-breed abomination "

One stray devil begins talking, "I heard that the Rider killed over 20 dozen already in a few days once he got you in his sight he followed you to the end of the world!". He Said with a fearful look around if he was nearby.

"If God's back, the Vatican's going to need warriors," a rogue devil sneered, brandishing a stolen demonic artifact. "Humans love a redemption story. Let's see how far I can take it.

Location: Grigori Headquarters in the Underworld.

Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels, stands before the meeting table, arms crossed as he looks out the window of the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with tension, an unspoken realization gnawing at every Fallen Angel gathered here

"So the old man returns, huh? Well, isn't that a kick in the teeth". azazel chuckles bitterly, though his usual playful demeanor has vanished. A strange fire dances in his golden eyes, like he's wrestling with emotions he hasn't allowed himself to feel for millennia. while looking at the other high-ranking members in this meeting. 

"If it's true... everything changes". "The balance of the Three Factions could collapse. What could Heaven look like now, Father is probably back in his lab making new weapons for us to kill each other with". Saided Baraqiel while frowning deeply.

Baraqiel's voice is calm but strained, the weight of his history in heaven, his betrayal and love making him conflicted.

Penemue throws in her opinion, shuffling papers on the table nervously "Rumors can spread like wildfire, but… the reports are too consistent. He's back. The God of the Bible. Not a pretender, not a trick. It's Him."

The room falls into silence. The Fallen Angels exchange looks, some wary, others excited or skeptical.

Shemhazai said grimly "This isn't just a divine return. This is a reckoning. You know how Heaven's faithful will see this, right? They'll rally every Angel and Exorcist alive. And we… we're His fallen children."

After dismissing the meeting, Azazel remains alone, seated at his desk. He fiddles with a piece of a broken holy sword fragment on his desk a relic of battles fought long ago. He speaks aloud to himself

"What do you expect us to do, old man? Fall to our knees and beg for forgiveness?"

He pauses, leaning back in his chair. His wings blackened and proud twitched restlessly, except one wing had the tip pure white.

"You abandoned us once. And we… we built something out of our fall, our mistakes. But now you're back to pick up the pieces? Why now?" He said uncertainly

He sighs deeply, running a hand through his silver hair. There's no anger in his tone only resignation and a touch of sadness..

Back in heaven

i was making FOUR Angels up to my liking and for me to personally customize them.

These ones were different from other angels even to zarathos I based them off the four horsemen's of the apocalypse.

It took me three hours to create the four Angels to my liking and for me to personally customize them.

Death was the first to be created, born from the stillness of the void. A tall, pale woman with jet-black hair and piercing crimson eyes, she embodied the beauty and inevitability of mortality. Her gothic attire torn lace, dark leather, and silver jewelry adorned with skulls reflected her somber but alluring nature.

(goth death mommy)

Unlike the grim figure mortals imagined, Death was calm, understanding, and almost melancholic. She wielded a scythe that shimmered with ethereal energy, capable of severing both soul and body. Yet she harbored a faint sadness, for she carried the burden of seeing all things come to an end.

War was forged in the heat of divine fury, her essence imbued with the fiery spirit of conflict. Taking inspiration from the unyielding will of a warrior, War appeared as a fierce, golden-haired woman clad in crimson armor laced with black veins of corrupted energy. Her design paid homage to Magik from Marvel Comics, with her iconic fiery sword, which could tear through dimensions and summon fiery portals to realms unknown.

War had a chaotic streak, her personality oscillating between cold calculation and wild fury. She enjoyed the art of combat but understood her purpose to bring destruction when peace was no longer an option. Her summoning was often accompanied by an aura of heat and the distant echoes of clashing armies.

(yes war was based off Magik I was playing a lot of Marvel rivals)

The remaining Horsemen, Pestilence and Famine, were no less significant

Pestilence: A masked figure, their body emanating an eerie green miasma. They carried vials of poison and disease, spreading plagues that targeted corruption and greed.

Famine: A gaunt, spectral being cloaked in tattered robes. They wielded a staff of blackened wood that drained vitality from the land and people, forcing reflection on the consequences of overindulgence.

(Yeah I don't know who I should choose to base there human form on if you have any ideas pls tell me)

my new Four Archangels will have the guard duty of my safety given to them. Thus relieving Seraphs to focus on more duties collectively.

Just then, a sphere stretched up slowly before taking on a designated 'Human' form that appeared to be transparent.

(like angels the horseman's don't have a gender and change their forms)

Thus their bodies have gained colors and armor. clothes and fourteen wings behind their backs signifying their status as Super-Angels.

Four of the Archangels opened their eyes, eyes which themselves hold incredible power within them. Each pupil itself possesses a cross in them, a bit similar to my own but quite different, it's a bit sideways.

Each of the Four Archangels upon noticing my presence knelt immediately.

"We greet you, Supreme Deity!" They shouted all four combined at the same moment.

"Rise my horsemen's," I said to them.

When they rose up I said" You guys go to the sixth level of heaven and find Gabriel she will train you in everything you need"

"Yes, Mother!" they shouted excited especially war

While they walk out I begin to think what should I do now I could learn how to make sacred gears or potion making but I'm leaning towards learning runes and blacksmith.

So I got up and walked toward the elevator to Heaven's Library when I got there I mumbled a small "damn"

Though appearing like a single grand hall, Heaven's Library is boundless, existing on multiple planes of dimensions. Walking its halls may lead to unexpected wings or floating chambers filled with ancient artifacts.

The Golden Shelves which were filled with books that were carved from Celestial Gold, each inscribed with glowing runes that protect the knowledge within.

To me, the most impressive thing was that Knowledge is constantly being transcribed onto new scrolls by celestial quills feathered pens that move autonomously, guided by divine will.

The scrolls were filled with every and I mean every type of magic or knowledge and even history.

They even have their own version of the weeping angels from Doctor Who the Guardian Statues Massive statues of angels line the halls, eyes closed. Should an intruder enter uninvited, the statues awaken, radiating Holy Power to smite those who desecrate the sacred ground.

"Hello!" a voice said behind me making me jump turning around I saw an absolutely beautiful female angel, i use appraisal on her.

[name: Liora]

[race gen 1 angel]

[Gender: female]

[Titles: Keeper of Wisdom, one of ten seraphs, Seraphim of knowledge]

[level: High-Seraph-Class]

Like most angels, her Appearance was a 10/10 She has a strong, athletic build, with a toned and well-defined physique that reflects her combat skills and agility. Standing at an average height, her posture is confident and poised, ready for battle.

(looks like dc heroine fire)

Her six luminous wings shimmer with golden light, trailing a faint, glowing mist as she moves. She wears flowing robes of white and gold, inscribed with glowing runes

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you I'm just happy to see you again fath.. I mean mother' she said with a gentle yet commanding voice, laced with warmth and wisdom

"Hello to you too I'm here for some books about runes and blacksmithing can you lead me to it".I said

"Sure just follow me"

While we were walking I saw a room that was called the Scribe of Heaven curious I asked my guide what it was.

"Oh that's the room of divine decrees and prophecies Metatron Its key guardian as "The Voice of God," Metatron records divine decrees and prophecies". She said happily 

Soon we got Golden Shelves with some books that looked like they were centuries years old while others looked like they were just made. and there were a lot of them like 10 rooms worth of knowledge of runes this going to take a few days

"Here we are I hope you enjoy your time here Mother call me if you need anything,"she said before walking away

Word Count-3089