“Kia Ragel signing in for some breaking news.”

  The news reporter was standing right outside Floria’s Golden Cathedral, however around the area was a blue aura.

  “I don’t know how much time I have! The remaining Florians are evacuated to Ostra of course and the realm’s time has come! I don’t know what Samiel did but maybe she prolonged it a little longer?”

  He pointed upward, causing the camera to follow.

  There was no sky, stars, sun or moon.

  “Come back!”

  He yelped causing the camera to pan back to him.

  “She’s destroyed this entire realm completely! If there were any other civilisations on different planets… they’ve felt her wrath too! Certainly an unnemurable amount of casualties! A zeocide!

  She’s taken them all—”

  STATIC.

  Bzz.

  Bzz.

  Bubble sounds.

  A new silhoutte stood in Kia’s place, no longer in Floria but instead…

  Invalia.

  The figure had jet-black long hair, dressed in a black trench-coat in front of a field of grass.

  “I hate interrupting people but this announcement doesn’t need a screen. What it needs is your brain, for every mortal or immortal in existence will hear this decree.

  Floria deserved to die as did Invalia. The sins of God now have been reaped upon it’s citzens, deserved.

  For the last remaning realm with dignity, Ostra.

  I’ll personally destroy it— not for the Lord Samiel’s sake but for my own…”

  The screen shut off.

  “Silas.” Psylaiso played with her hair, “You born here?”

  “Of course.” the Fourth Slavi spoke with a non-chalant attitude, “The Lord Medea has allowed me to indulge in my banquets therefore of course I should help him out.”

  “That explained a little more than where you were born.”

  “You see, although this realm is very large. Compared to Floria, there isn’t no regions or states or whatever. You are just a Medean— makes us all feel connected in some type of way.”

  “Creates a sense of unity.” Dara nodded her head, “You said you ‘indulged in banquets’. What does that mean?”

  Silas gave a slight smile before staring away from Dara. He then covered his mouth with his right hand. He then walked away with Alucard.

  Toward Ivory’s dispute with Peria.

  “It’s a simple question.” Saraline snapped her fingers, “Don’t leave a woman on her own.”

  “Ugh.” Dara rolled her eyes, “Don’t try talk to me like that.”

  “Talk to you? How was I talking to you?”

  “Can we get back on track?” Psylaiso mummured.

  “Shut it.” Dara snapped.

  “Sepers… we can’t waste time on t—”

  “Who asked for you to be the damn mediator— you’re just some old skank for her.”

  “She didn’t even do anything.” Saraline snapped back, “If you got a problem with me over something so fucking little, fine. But don’t go get on her as—”

  “Of course here comes the girlfriend, you riding her ass now?”

  “Riding her what? Why are you acting like this!” Psylaiso groaned.

  CREAAAAK.

  Everyone within the Cathedral snapped out of their individual conversations to look at who opened the doors.

  It was three silhouettes standing there.

  “Who the hell are these guys? More prey or something?” Ivory dropped Peria to the ground as he stared at the Rebels.

  Kanae Shota — The Founder of The Cassettes.

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  Tagma (Elliao) Yamaga — The Co-Founder of The Cassettes.

  Lucius Guildford — The Prophesised.

  “Uh.” Kanae itched his neck, glancing around the room before looking back at Ivory. “We came to the Realm with the others but then we just got transported straight outside so…”

  “Leader.” Lucius leaned into Kanae’s ear, “He just disrespected us, do you want no sort of bloodshed?”

  “At ease.” Kanae waved Lucius off, “I’ve heard about this guy on the telly— speaking off.

  Have any of you seen what’s happened on the television?”

  The whole room mummured.

  “Of course not.” Kanae shook his head, “This Cathedral seems to have no outlets for the media. Of course such a corrupt God would so such a thing.”

  “You could believe that’d dent the Lord’s heart.” Hecate sipped her tea, “But unlike that insecure Thidos, he is all knowing and therefore knows the truth.”

  “That is?”

  “He is fit to be ruler of all realms.”

  “Ruler of all what?” Paris seriously spoke, swaying away from Hecate as she finished her sentence.

  “What? I say something wrong?”

  “You just said he wants to become a dictator.” Lianous shouted from across the room, “I don’t think any of us want that.”

  “Speak for yourself!” Alucard grit his teeth, shaking a fist at The Lusted. “He’s the most fit to rule! Compared to Samiel or that bastard Thidos! What do we have?”

  “You’ll all hear from the Lord himself, once everyone arrives.” Hecate pointed with her other hand at the shadow standing on the pedestal. “As for you Kanae Shota of the Cassettes, I’d wish to know what you saw on ‘television’.”

  Kanae lifted his head up arrogantly, “What I saw was Kia Ragel’s normal report— but then it got interrupted by an unexpected Invalian.”

  “Invalian?” Felix Nightingale was dressed in his Atlas armor. His helmet bleeted, “What did they do next?”

  “A silhoutte of a man with long black hair, he was in a trench-coat of some kind and spoke about Floria needing to die and Ostra on the chopping block.”

  “This is a serious situation.” Peria got up from the ground, dusting himself. “What can we do about this?”

  Kanae walked forward alongside the other Rebels, before Lucius began to speak.

  “Everyone here is divine correct? We have powers— we should be able to take down atleast the Big Three.”

  “There’s a new big three already?”

  A voice from above spoke.

  Amarze Judae — The Decimator, Former First Angel of Floria.

  The myth himself was standing on the ceiling with his hands in his pockets. His feet on the evil eye above specifically.

  “The First Angel, wasn’t he dead…” Ivory’s eyes twitched.

  “How long has he been there! Not just in the room but also alive!” Hecate dropped her teacup onto the ground.

  It shattered.

  “Adolla didn’t finish the job.” Amarze groaned, “Or he did and they recovered fast.”

  “Adolla?” Lianous trembled, “Wait, forget that! Amarze! It’s you!”

  Amarze didn’t glance at Lianous.

  “You! You’ve made me into some hated creature— you killed Alabendo!”

  “And so what?” Amarze’s head tilted toward Peria, “Will you kill me over it?”

  Peria stepped back, clutching onto his katannas before he gave up.

  “You understand the power-gap, atleast even Oni have brains.”

  “D—Don’t ignore me!” Lianous stood up, shouting.

  “Lianous Cragis, you are expendable.” Amarze finally turned his head toward the Lusted, “Be quiet.”

  Lianous’ jaw dropped as he fell to his seat.

  Being patted on the back by both Felix and Ozymandias.

  “Two more to go.”

  The shadow at the pedestal grinned, as it closed the book in it’s hands. Throwing it onto the ground.

  CREAKK.

  A burly Medean woman ran through the door, clutching a container of bloody cubes.

  Rosamire Dianste, The Diamond — Former Fourth Saint of Floria.

  “R—Rosamire!” Merlin’s eyes lit up.

  “Hello!” She tried to sound enthuastic but the voice wouldn’t come out.

  Merlin sighed, a tear dripping from his eye.

  “What the hell is that in your container!” Nyx screeched, leaning into Ilya’s arms.

  “It’s… one of the Seraphim!” Rosamire’s eyes glanced toward the Seraphim who all unanimously recoiled.

  “No way…” Beelzebub held his vomit.

  “Who the fuck did that to Ishtar?” Azrael covered his eyes.

  “I swear her power should’ve countered any misfortune. Any!” Babael slammed the seat.

  “It was Zero.” Rosamire bowed her head.

  “The Invalian Mutilator?” Felix itched his helmet, “Uhm, he was the lowest ranking Slavi right? How’d he kill a Seraphim— don’t they gap him?”

  “He’s beyond anything now.” Kanae screw his face, “I didn’t wanna mention the Imp in the room but, someone may need to take him down before we focus on Samiel.”

  “Take him down?” Saraline’s eyes narrowed, “I saw that he’s worse now but to what extent?”

  “To the extent he’s taken both Anubis and Abriam underneath his tutilage.”

  “W—What?” Saraline didn’t sound worried but instead dumbfounded, “Anubis and the Kappa?”

  “I wish I could help with the Rebel shtick but I’m no Florian.” Ozymandias piped up, “But I did tell all of you that the Imp killed Gabriel and Mog right?”

  “He did what?” Both Gloxer and Ilya spoke simultaneously when they heard the end of the sentence.

  “How the fuck did he do that?” Gloxer’s eyes spiralled as a red aura began to form around him, “He killed Mog? How? Wait, how long have you hid this from me?”

  “Hid this from you! Dude, I don’t even know you!” Ozymandias waved his hands out, “You weren’t even apart of the first group to come so I couldn’t even tell you then!”

  “Oh.” Gloxer spoke softly, “I apologise to you but… he killed Mog?”

  “Don’t forget that he killed Gabriel Khan too.” Saraline spoke out, “He killed Gabe— wasn’t he apart of your ranks, Ozymandias? How’d you let it happen!”

  “I honestly did not, it just happened out of nowhere.”

  “That bastard is on some real timing recently.” Amarze spoke from the ceiling causing everyone to become silent. “I can deal with the Mutilator as I did before but Kanae Shota, you said something earlier regarding the description of that man.”

  “The guy on television?” Kanae furrowed his brow, “Yeah! Long black hair and a trench-coat.”

  “If I returned to the same spot I was during purgatory then…” Amarze then went silent.

  “A—Amarze?” Rosamire’s eyes glinted, “What’s the matter?”

  The Decimator’s gnarly teeth then scraped together.

  “It’s fucking Asura Valkyrie.”

  “Asura? As in Asura of the Seven Deadly Sins— the same group that Samiel had as her personal enforcers?” Alucard chuckled, “He wasn’t killed during your genocide? You let him live?!”

  Amarze’s rage grew further and further, as he began to break Medea’s cathedral.

  The doors to the Cathedral then slammed open, causing Amarze to float away from the ceiling. As everyone stared at the silhoutte standing alone.

  He walked forward with a great big smile.

  Zachariah Timpleson — The Triune One, Former First Angel of Floria (Angel of Variation).

  “B—BROTHER!” Ivory roared as he lunged toward Zachariah.

  “You backstabber of Super-Peace!” Zachariah blocked as he was sent flying toward the walls of the Cathedral.

  “Zachariah.. are you the last one?” Amarze tilted his head.

  “Yeah.” Zachariah shot a thumbs up from the cater, unscathed.

  “What about Thidos? Xeras?” Rosamire clutched her chest, “Don’t tell me!”

  Zachariah’s grin grew further, “A captain goes down with his ship, am I right?”

  “You let Thidos die?” Kanae’s eyes grew wider, “But he didn’t pay for his consequences…”

  “Who cares about stuff like that— he was a bastard, he didn’t even uphold the first treaty of Super Peace. A true leader would’ve sent all his forces but instead he blew it and now I’m God.”

  “God?” Ivory yelled as he began to walk closer to Zachariah, “You’re a bastard!”

  “Ironic, a Medean child with the blood of Floria’s God is the ultimate abomination. I don’t even acknowledge you as my brother.” Zachariah stood up, adjusting his stance.

  “I don’t need something like you— all you are is simply just a play thing!”

  “You idiotic membrane of Ostra, I shall smite you down wi—”

  “THEN EVERYONE IS PRESENT.”

  Medea shouted louder than anything in existence, causing everyone to freeze and turn their gaze to him. Standing on the pedestal all the way at the end as a divine aura circulated not only around him but the entire room itself.

  “The Sermon shall begin…”

  Once, I was the Shepherd of Souls. Now, I am forced to rule them.

  I was the Silent Hunter. A Reaper who guided the lost to the other side. I had no name. No emotions. No mercy. I was a necessity. Void of self. A tool of the Cycle. Until the Emperor pulled me from the void and stuffed me into the body of his son.

  Now, I am Voss Truechild. A Prince of the Empire. A Manaborn noble expected to wield the light of civilization. I have a name, a title, and a fragile mortal shell. But my soul is still that of a Reaper.

  And the Empire is rotting. The Damned are rising, twisting the laws of life and death for their own ambition. They think they are predators. They think the Empire is their hunting ground.

  They are wrong. The Reaper has returned. And I will set the balance right.