Lots of grumbles

"I'm telling you that is absurd!" Cumsalot slammed his hand on the table.

Good thing the table was made from the wood of the world tree, or it would have crumbled to pieces ten times over.

"Calm down. How many times do we have to go through this?" Fucksalot shrugged.

They'd been at it for days now- just arguing, yelling, and stuff-

"So, this is what the supreme gods have been reduced to-"

A voice.

Sublime.

Divine-

Deathly.

"Who goes there!" Skullmandathor shot up, his trusty skull blade at the ready-

A second later, one boy, an angel warped just before the table of the supreme gods.

And behind that boy, was a high angel.

"You teleported inside the chapel?" She asked. "How the hell…" She mumbled before realizing she was before the supreme gods and dropped down on her knees. "My lords."

"Explain yourselves-" Excalathor said, finding this a bit too amusing.

"I remember you-" The boy said, giving the bladed god a glance. "You were a little toddler back then."

"What is this baby even saying?" Skullmandathor shrugged.

Meanwhile, the other two gods didn't bother glancing this way.

"A prank at a time like this…" Cumsalot sighed.

"Not very funny," Fucksalot agreed.

And the fact that the two agreed with each other, disgusted them, visibly.

"If I remember correctly, your name was Hababael, son of Galagael-"

Even more intrigued- "Wait boy, who did you learn that from?" Excalathor walked for him. "My father's name is no longer in the records; which god do you serve?"

"Really? Well, he is very dead of course; I suppose no one would remember that pig of a god."

"That's not funny kid. Respecting gods is your duty." Excalathor's face clouded.

Now granted his father did have a pig's face but even so!

"Really? Even though you're all beneath me?"

"Beneath you?" Excalathor sighed. "I thought you were an interesting brat but you're just another god candidate wishing to take our place, thinking you're better than us." A snort. "Get out of here before our mercy runs dry."

The baby's veins on his forehead bulged a bit, he didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

With a hand pointed at the man- he cocked his head a bit. "Etherrin bullet-" Formed a small bullet of darkness-

Crack!

Impaling it in the man- sending him flying across the chambers.

His bladed armor now had a hole in it.

"What are you doing?" Skullmandathor rolled his red balls- "This is no time to-" a little concerned. "Hey!"

But the fallen god didn't wake up.

The oddly calm space, and the quietness only added to the eeriness.

Meanwhile, a particular high angel was freaking out on her own, covered in a pool of her own sweat.

"Don't worry. he's not dead… yet."

Grumbling Skullmandathor summoned his strongest weapon- the death bringer. "I Skullmandathor Shall personally end you for attempting to hurt my comrade!" Skull blade in one hand, beath bringer in another-

"I am Gerar Ayne Argustine. I go by Mihael now, so feel free to call me so." A shrug. "And who the hell came up with your names?" Mihael though- didn't even bother to get defensive.

He just stood there, before the fully enraged god- without flinching, without batting an eye-

Casual.

"The founder supreme?" Fucksalot mumbled. "Wait- they're not messing around?" He also noticed that the fallen god had indeed passed out.

And that aura the boy let out-

Unlike any he'd seen.

"it would seem so." Cumsalot said, coming forward. "What do you want." He stopped Skullmandathor for now.

"Just some information."

"On what?"

"Everything." A smile. "What happened after the great war. What happened to the gods, why was my name among the founders and why are angels no longer interfering with mortals."

"Great war? Which war? And you were one of founders? If so, shouldn't you know that? The lower worlds are peaceful, thus there's no need for us to interfere!" Cumsalot roared.

A snort. "Really? Me- the demon lord." Mihael decaled. "One of your founders? Don't make me laugh."

"Demon lord…" Sarveisa mumbled…

"What, disappointed?" Mihael asked, looking back, a faint smile.

"Not really. A little relieved actually. After all, it all works out in my favor."

"Huh…" Shrugging. "Now. Answer-" Mihael said, forming more black bullets.

"Do you mind if I answer?" A woman descended from above.

Black clothes.

Black hair-

One of the oldest goddesses- Endroma.

"My lady-" Sarveisa bowed anew.

"Oh, you lived," Mihael shrugged.

"Yes. Yes, I did." She stood before all three gods- almost protecting them?

"And you were the one who tarnished my good name?" Mihael let out a mild growl- almost ready to impale the woman his companion had failed to end the last time.

"If you mean replacing your tyranny and destruction with prosperity and good governance, then no. I was not the one."

"Then-"

"Armelia did."

"Ar-" A bit funny-

Mihael still couldn't recall.

His head throbbed- but at the same time he got glimpses of a little girl-

A little girl always following him around-

And in time- she was little no more but-

"My sister…" He managed.

His childhood friend who-

He-

Thought to be his little sister.

But apparently had feelings for him and… yeah- things got a whole lot complicated when he rejected her proposal and she went rogue.

"Yes."

"What happened to her?"

"She has lived a fulfilling life as one of our founders; Zerael Al Zari."

"I see…" Mihael breathed a sigh of relief. "She's not reincarnated, right?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Good…" he cleared his throat. "Now- what happened to the war and-"

"The war ended with you. And peace came about. However, with peace, came stagnation and greed. In time, new wars broke loose, of course, much tamer in nature, but war regardless. We decided it was time to stop our needless interference and abandon that duty. Which is why angels work in fields and do jobs despite there being no particular need."

Food in heaven was abundant.

There was no conflict- on the surface-

And everything was peaceful.

No need to work or do anything for that matter.

Yet-

"Makes sense but- Why did she do this?"

"You'll have to ask her."

"She's dead."

"Then there's your answer."

Mihael clenched his teeth but- "That is all. You may return to your duties."

"That's it?" Skullmandathor roared. "You came here just for that!? You got in our way and-!"

"Stand down Skull boy," Miahel yawned. "I didn't come here to wipe you like I did with your parents."

"You killed-"

"Pretty much all of your head gods, yes." Mihael put a finger in his ear, spinning. "Too annoying."

All three of the supreme gods glared- flared and-

Mihael shrugged- shooting three bullets of etherrin.

But- the gods of course blocked them-

They didn't let their guard down like Excalathor.

"Don't think the same trick would work always."

"That was just a warning-" A hand raised- a much, much bigger black ball formed.

Pure black, sucking in the light-

Shiny in a sense-

Big enough to give the gods goosebumps…

"Or would you like to continue?" Mihael said.

"I wouldn't recommend it," Endroma said, staring back at the gods. "Besides, Mihael means no harm to the angels-"

"But he's a demon! A demon lord who killed-"

"No, he's an angel-" Endroma emphasized. "A god candidate; and someone who we should not antagonize." A bit of her face warped, revealing scars- decaying meat and lots of- "Trust me… we can't make an enemy out of him…"

"Him?" Skullmandathor glared. "You're serious, mother!"

She rolled her eyes. "I am. Or would you like to get wiped out like he said-?"

Lots of grumbles but- that was it.