Kokabiel POV
I didn't know what was happening. I had unlocked this form about 500 years ago. I still couldn't fully control it.
I called it my "Origin Star" form, as in this form I became one with the concept of stars. Not just this world, I could vaguely sense the other worlds as well. But it was too complex.
It was like drowning in an infinite whirlpool of light and knowledge. It could erase all emotions and turn me something like a perfect robot , just acting on the most rational path. But for now, this will do. I have lizards to kill.
With a single gesture of mine, stars began to fall.
Ddraig saw them coming and roared with excitement rather than fear. His massive body twisted through the air as Dragon Fire erupted from his maw. flames that burned hotter than the anything else, that had reduced gods to ash and burned through the fabric of dimensions themselves.
The fire met the first wave of falling stars. For a moment they seemed evenly matched, flames and starlight creating a hellish aurora that lit up the entire Underworld.
Then the stars pushed through.
Not slowly. They just went through the Dragon Fire like it was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
Ddraig's eyes widened fractionally before the first star hit him square in the chest.
Boom!
The impact sent him crashing down through the air. Broke Through the sound barrier multiple times over.
He hit the earth miles below with enough force to swallow mountains in the crater. The shockwave flattened everything for leagues in every direction.
More stars followed. A dozen of them slamming into the crater one after another like divine artillery. Each impact deeper than the last.
Albion didn't waste time watching his rival fall. He moved faster than mortal eyes could track, his white scales blurring as he activated his signature ability.
DIVIDE.
The power that had brought gods to their knees. That had halved the strength of Satan-class beings. That had never, in his entire existence, failed to work.
Nothing happened.
He felt the power activate. Felt it reach out toward me. Then just... stop. Like trying to divide infinity itself.
He tried again, pouring more power into it. DIVIDE. DIVIDE. DIVIDE.
Still nothing. Not even a flicker of success.
"Impossible," he muttered, and for the first time in millennia there was genuine confusion in his voice. "What are you?"
I appeared in front of him.
He didn't even see me move. One moment I was distant, the next I was right at his face.
My hand closed around his throat and lifted his massive dragon form like he weighed nothing at all. His body had to be hundreds of tons. I held it with one hand.
He clawed at my arm immediately. Strikes that could shatter even peak ultimate class beings. His talons that had carved through gods' armor if I remember correctly.
They barely scratched me.
"You killed them," I said. My voice was completely emotionless. Multiple tones layered over each other, speaking in perfect unison. It felt like I wasn't the one speaking. "My siblings. You killed them."
"I don't know what—" He choked on the words as I squeezed tighter.
"You probably didn't even care about it. They were nothing to you. Just insects under your feet while you and that red idiot played your stupid eternal game."
I slammed him into the ground.
The impact created a crater so deep it hit the Underworld's bedrock. The entire realm shook.
I lifted him and slammed him again.
And again.
And again.
Each impact deeper than the last. His legendary scales—white as snow, harder than any divine metal—began to crack.
Golden blood leaked from the fractures.
"They died." Slam.
"For nothing." Slam.
"Because you were having FUN." SLAM.
I should be angry. But I felt nothing. Just going through the motions as if carrying out a pre written play. And I knew how it ends.
On the final impact I raised my other hand. A blade of pure compressed starlight materialized. It was longer than his entire body, glowing with power that made reality itself bend and warp around it.
"You don't deserve these wings."
"Wait—" His pride cracked for just a moment. Just long enough to show actual fear.
Too late for that.
The blade came down in one clean arc. Through scales that had weathered eons. Through bone that had never broken. Through divine flesh that had endured everything the universe threw at it.
Albion's wings—those magnificent white appendages that had carried him across dimensions, that had been symbols of his power and freedom for countless millennia—separated from his body.
Clean cuts. Surgical precision. Both wings falling simultaneously.
They hit the ground and tried to regenerate back to his body like dragon parts usually did.
But the starlight had burned the wounds at a level beyond physical. Nothing grew back. Just bleeding stumps where his pride used to be.
The White Dragon Emperor's scream shook the entire Underworld. The sound of something fundamental breaking.
"ALBION!"
The ground exploded as Ddraig burst from the crater. His scales were cracked and bleeding. One eye was swelling shut from repeated impacts. His chest had a massive dent in it.
But he was very much alive. And absolutely furious.
BOOST.
His aura flared. Power doubling.
BOOST.
Doubled again.
BOOST. BOOST. BOOST. BOOST. BOOST.
The signature ability of the Red Dragon Emperor. Exponential growth. No upper limit. No ceiling. Just pure, endless multiplication of power.
He'd boosted thirty times while buried in that crater. Thirty doublings of his already godlike strength.
His power had reached truly apocalyptic levels now. The kind of power that could crack planets in half. Reality itself bent around him. Space cracked. Time stuttered and skipped.
He charged at me with fury. I just felt...bored?
The distance between us—several miles—was crossed in less than a heartbeat.
His fist came at me. Behind it was enough concentrated force to unmake worlds. To punch through the underworld itself.
I caught it with my palm casually.
The shockwave from our collision was catastrophic. Everything for a hundred miles simply ceased to exist. Vaporized instantly.
The air ignited. The ground turned to plasma. Space itself shattered like broken glass.
We stood at the epicenter. Me holding his fist. Him pushing with literally everything he had.
Ddraig's remaining eye widened in pure shock. "How... how are you THIS strong?!"
I didn't answer. Just pulled him forward and headbutted him.
His skull that was harder than any substance in existence,cracked. Actual fissures spiderwebbed across the legendary armor.
I punched him with nearly the speed of light.
My fist went through his scales like they were paper. Through the legendary defense that had withstood millenias of battles.
There was a large hole in the Red Dragon Emperor's chest. I could see straight through it. See Albion struggling to stand in the background.
Ddraig staggered back. Looked down at the hole. At his own golden blood pouring out like a river.
"This... this isn't possible..." He touched the wound. His hand came away drenched. "I'm the Red Dragon Emperor. My defense is invincible. You just... put your fist through me like I'm made of glass. What are you!"
But despite the shock. Despite the pain. He started laughing.
Actually laughing.
"Incredible!" His voice was filled with genuine excitement. "I haven't felt pain like this in millennia! Haven't faced something that could actually hurt me since I fought that old bastard Great Red! This is AMAZING!"
Dragons. Absolutely insane creatures who got excited about things that could kill them.
I raised my sword. Aimed at his remaining good eye.
"Let's see how excited you are when you're blind."
I swung.
Ddraig moved on pure combat instinct honed over eons. Desperation and experience giving him speed he didn't know he had.
The blade missed his pupil by inches. Instead it carved a path along the side of his head.
Half his horn peeled away along with the corner of the eye, cutting through.
His left eye socket was now just a bleeding hole.
The Red Dragon Emperor, now blind in one eye with a hole in his chest and half his horn missing, laughed even harder.
"YES! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSING!"
It seems he is absolutely insane.
"ALBION!" Ddraig's voice changed. Still excited but now focused. Sharp. "I know we've been trying to kill each other for literally our entire existence!"
"I'm aware!" Albion was pulling himself up despite his missing wings and countless wounds.
"But right now, at this exact moment, I think we should consider putting that on hold!"
"I hate that you are right Ddraig, but I agree!"
They looked at each other. These eternal enemies who'd destroyed civilizations as collateral damage of their endless war. Who'd fought through every era of history without pause.
"Juggernaut Drive!" They shouted in unison.
A terrifying aura spread out from them. This was them going all out. Using their lifeforce as fuel to push past their limits. Even Yahweh would probably have to go all out to match them.
And for the first time in their existence, they fought on the same side.
The change was immediate and I actually felt it.
Ddraig positioned himself as the vanguard, using his constantly boosting power for direct assault. Albion supported from behind—his divide didn't work on me but it worked perfectly on Ddraig to transfer his energy.
The strategy was brilliant in its simplicity.
When Ddraig boosted too high and risked his power burning him out from within, Albion would divide him back to manageable levels.
Then Ddraig would boost again immediately, finding the perfect balance point between maximum power and sustainable output.
They'd fought each other for so long they knew every trick, every weakness, every pattern, every tell.
Now they used that hard-earned knowledge to coordinate with perfect synchronization.
Ddraig came at me low and fast. His attacks were different now—not the wild, powerful strikes from before but precise combinations designed to create openings.
A claw strike from the left. I blocked. His tail came from the right immediately. I had to dodge.
In that moment of dodge, Albion's claws raked across my back from behind. Tore feathers from my wings.
I spun to kick Albion away but Ddraig was already there. His jaws closed on my arm and bit down with crushing force. Drew actual blood.
If you could call the black sludge like thing blood.
I stabbed my sword toward his remaining eye but he'd already moved. Blind fighting. Using his other senses instead.
"Left, three meters!" Albion's voice rang out clear.
Ddraig's claw came from exactly where Albion said. I blocked but he'd put boosted power behind it and it pushed me back several feet.
"Above, dive!"
Ddraig's tail came down like a meteor. I caught it but the impact drove me into the ground up to my knees.
But shouting out attacks? That never works well.
And I countered each one.
But they were learning. Adapting in real time. Working as a single entity despite being two separate beings who hated each other.
BOOST!
Ddraig's fist caught my jaw. Actually moved my head to the side.
DIVIDE!
Albion cut Ddraig's power before it could spiral out of control and burn him out
BOOST! BOOST!
Another combination. Ddraig's tail whipped around with freshly doubled power and caught my ribs. Something cracked I think.
I guess I should feel pain?
Ouch?
This meant this was still a fight. Meant they weren't completely outmatched.
Made it more satisfying.
I grabbed Ddraig's tail with both hands and spun him like an Olympic hammer throw. Slammed him into Albion with enough force to create a shockwave.
They crashed together in a tangle of red and white scales. But they recovered almost instantly, separating and coming at me from completely different angles.
Ddraig breathed fire from the left—a torrent of flames that could melt continents. I moved right to avoid it.
Albion was waiting. Had predicted exactly where I'd dodge. His claws raked across my chest this time. Drew more blood.
I kicked him through a mountain. The entire structure collapsed, burying him.
But Ddraig was already attacking from behind. His fangs found my shoulder. Bit down hard enough to pierce my armor made of the cosmos.
I reached back and pointed towards his remaining eye with my bare finger. A ray of light shot through.
He released me instantly but not before I'd done damage. His eye was gone now.
"Ddraig, are you still alive old bastard?!" Albion emerged from the rubble and shouted .
"blind in my good eye now. The bastard shot through it. But I can smell his blood. Give me thirty seconds and I'll boost to compensate."
"We don't have thirty seconds."
"Then we just attack!"
This was actually getting interesting.
I could feel something changing inside me. The infinitely spinning pathway at my core was spinning faster with each passing second.
Unlocking things, Revealing abilities I didn't know existed.New powers surfacing through pure instinct.
I reached up with my will and grabbed space itself. Tore holes in the fabric of reality.
Stars appeared. ripped from their places across the cosmos. Hundreds at first. Then thousands. Each one burning with the fury of a sun.
They began orbiting around me. A solar system with me at the center. My personal constellation that spans the omniverse.
Ddraig saw them and charged anyway with a roar.
BOOST! BOOST! BOOST!
Willpower blazing from his aura like a battle cry. The stars slammed into him from all angles but he pushed through on sheer determination and legendary endurance.
Each star that hit him exploded. The impacts would have obliterated anything else. He just kept coming.
He reached me and his fist connected with my chest. Enough force to shatter planets.
Sadly, I didn't even budge.
Just grabbed his outstretched arm with both hands and twisted.
The bone shattered. Multiple compound fractures. Jagged edges of broken bone pierced through scale and flesh and emerged bloody on the other side.
Ddraig's roared in pain. But he didn't back down. Dragons like him didn't know how to back down.
Even with a ruined arm he tried to bite me. I kicked him away and he tumbled through rubble and rock.
Albion caught him before he could hit the ground. Steadied him.
"We can't win like this," Albion said. His voice was calm despite everything. Not afraid. Just stating facts.
Analyzing the situation like a being who'd seen countless battles.
"No, we can't." Ddraig's response was equally calm despite his horrific injuries. "But we can't let this thing leave here either. Not with this power and this rage."
They both misunderstood. They thought, If this thing left this battlefield, If it flew back to the surface with this transformation active and this fury burning.
It would destroy everything in it's path. Heaven. Hell. Earth. Every pantheon. Every faction. Everything until nothing remained but ash and stars.
But they didn't know that that thing was merely attacking them to avenge his siblings. Nothing more, nothing less.
"The Red Dragon Emperor and the White Dragon Emperor," Albion said slowly. "Dying together. Fighting on the same side for once."
"Our eternal rivalry ending not because one of us won," Ddraig continued. "But because something came along that we both couldn't beat alone."
"Poetic in its own way."
"Tragic, more like."
"Same thing really."
They looked at each other despite Ddraig's damaged eyes. A final understanding between eternal enemies.
"One final attack then," Albion said. "Everything we have. Every reserve. Every trick. Every bit of power we've been hoarding."
"We definitely won't survive this," Ddraig pointed out matter-of-factly.
"Probably not." There was something like dark humor in Albion's voice.
"But what a way to go out. Fighting together against something that literally shouldn't exist. The Dragon Emperors' last battle being their only cooperative one."
"First and last time working together," Ddraig agreed. "Kind of romantic when you think about it."
"Please don't make this weird."
"Too late for that don't you think?"
Even at the end. Even facing certain death. They couldn't help but banter.
I watched them calmly, moving to opposite positions. They are Preparing for something big.
I could stop them.
But part of me—the part that used to be Arthur, that used to appreciate courage—wanted to see what they'd do.
Let them have their moment.
Ddraig planted himself in the ruined earth and began to boost.
BOOST.
His aura flared red.
BOOST.
Brighter.
BOOST. BOOST. BOOST. BOOST. BOOST.
Faster now. Not waiting the usual ten seconds between each boost. Forcing them. Pushing past safety limits.
His body began to crack. Not metaphorically. Actual physical cracks spreading across his scales as the power built up beyond what his form could contain.
But he kept going.
BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST!
Blood leaked from the cracks. Golden ichor running down his battered form.
He'd boosted over a hundred times now. Each doubling building on the last. Exponential growth pushed to its absolute limit.
His power had reached levels that reality itself struggled to contain. The space around him was breaking down. Fragmenting. Unable to process that much concentrated energy in one location.
Albion was doing something different.
He wasn't attacking. Wasn't moving. Just standing perfectly still.
But I could sense it. Feel it. He was drawing power from reserves he'd been building for millennia. Secret caches of energy hidden across dimensions. Emergency stockpiles for the truly desperate moment that he never thought would actually come.
He pulled them all in simultaneously.
His aura swelled. White light so intense it hurt to look at directly.
Their auras began to combine. Red and white. Two eternal opposites forced together by necessity.
The combination was unstable. Reality couldn't handle it. Space was literally cracking like broken glass around them. But they held it together through sheer willpower.
Two ancient beings who'd fought longer than civilizations had existed, pooling everything for one final strike.
Underworld is half gone by now. Lucifer must be enraged. I shook my head and focused.
I felt my own power respond. The spiral within me spinning so fast now it had become a constant hum. A vibration at the fundamental level of my being.
New abilities continued to unlock. Deeper powers rising to the surface.
I reached into the cosmos and found what I needed.
A neutron star.
The collapsed core of a dead sun. Density beyond mortal comprehension. A teaspoon of its material would weigh billions of tons. Its gravity could bend light itself into knots.
I reached across dimensional barriers and grabbed it. Pulled it into this reality.
Then I did something that should have been impossible.
I compressed it further.
Took something already compressed to the absolute limit and crushed it down even more. Folded space around it. Made it smaller. Denser. Heavier.
Then I released the pressure just slightly. The gravity well formed instantly.
A sphere of impossible gravitational force with them at the center. Everything within a certain radius was pulled inexorably toward the middle.
Ddraig and Albion felt it immediately. Felt themselves being pulled at the center despite pushing their power in the opposite direction.
Their boosted and hoarded power meant nothing against physics this fundamental.
"Clever," Ddraig said with genuine admiration in his voice. "Using one of the cosmos's most fundamental forces against us. Can't boost my way past gravity itself."
"A fitting grave for dragons," Albion agreed. His tone was almost peaceful. Accepting. "Crushed by a star's death. There's symbolry in that."
"Symbolism."
"Whatever. We're about to die, I'm allowed to misuse words."
They weren't panicking. Weren't screaming or raging against fate. Just accepting what was coming with the dignity of ancient beings who'd lived full lives.
But they weren't giving up either.
Their attack continued to charge. Growing larger. More powerful. More unstable.
If they were going to die, they'd die making the biggest explosion possible.
I raised both hands. The hundreds of stars orbiting me began to glow brighter. Hotter.
I pushed them. Not physically. I pushed their lifecycles forward. Accelerated time around each star individually.
They aged rapidly. Billions of years of stellar evolution compressed into seconds.
They swelled. Turned red. Expanded beyond their normal size.
Then began to collapse.
Going supernova.
All of them At once..
Thousands of supernovas. Each one capable of destroying solar systems. All compressed into one small area by the neutron star's gravity to stop the attack from erasing the world itself.
The light grew unbearable. The heat exceeded anything that had ever existed anywhere. The pressure would crush planets to atoms.
"Here it comes," Ddraig said quietly.
"Yes," Albion agreed.
They looked at each other one last time.
"Not the worst way to go," Ddraig offered.
"Not the best either," Albion countered.
"Fair."
They released their attack simultaneously.
I released mine.
Crack! Shatter!
The collision was beyond description.
Two Dragon Emperors' final attack—everything they had ever been, every bit of power accumulated over eons, every secret technique, all of it combined and released at once.
Meeting thousands of exploding supernovas while compressed by a neutron star's gravity.
For one impossible moment, they were evenly matched.
The light was so intense it burned through dimensions. The explosion so large it could be seen from other realms.
Then the stars won.
Not quickly. The dragons' attack pushed back for a moment. Delayed the inevitable.
But the sheer physics involved couldn't be overcome.
The supernovas consumed everything. The dragons' attack. The dragons themselves.
Ddraig and Albion's roars cut off simultaneously as their bodies—legendary, divine, supposedly indestructible—were simply gone.
Not just shattered. Broken down into nothingness except their very essence.
When the light finally faded after what felt like eternity, Nothing remained of the battlefield. Just a perfectly spherical void where matter used to be.
And at the center, floating in that void, two small gems. Green and Blue. One surrounded by reddish energy while the other white.
Still glowing faintly.
Their essence. Their souls. The absolute core of their beings compressed down to the smallest possible form.
Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing. Though they didn't have those names yet.
I reached out across the void and summoned them to my palm.
They floated across the emptiness and settled in my palms. Still warm. Still holding the faintest traces of consciousness.
"Why..." A whisper from the red gem. Ddraig's voice, barely audible even to my enhanced senses. "Why such anger... what drove you to this..."
"Because they didn't deserve to die," I said. My voice was cracking. Breaking. Becoming normal again.
"My siblings. They died and you didn't even notice them. Didn't care. They were just collateral damage in your stupid eternal game."
"I... apologize..." The white gem now. Albion's voice fading like an echo. "For what we destroyed... "
"Too late for that," I said. But there was no anger in it anymore. Just exhaustion.
"Perhaps... this was always... our fate..." Ddraig's voice grew fainter. "To be undone... by the consequences... of our actions..."
"At least... we went out... fighting..." Albion's voice was nearly gone. "First... and last... cooperation..."
"Not... the worst... ending..." Ddraig's final words.
Then silence.
I stood there in the void, holding the crystallized souls of two Dragon Emperors.
My hands were shaking.
Something wet ran down my face.
Blood tears. Crimson drops falling from my eyes.
When did I start crying? How long had I been crying? Or was I crying? I didn't feel sad, just tired and numb.
What have I become?
My form began to shift back. The black silhouette faded like dissipating smoke. The endless stars within dimmed one by one. Features returned—face, eyes, individual feathers on wings.
My wings turned from that empty void-black back to their normal starlit darkness. Twelve wings. No longer the cosmic horror. Just an angel again.
Just Kokabiel.
No. Just Arthur.
No. Something caught between both. Neither one fully but unable to ever be separated now.
My legs gave out and I fell to my knees in the void. The gems clutched tight in my trembling hands.
Aniel's face. Smiling. "I've always loved you, Brother."
Kamael's laugh. "Just one more set! You can do it!"
Kabiel's passion. "Justice must be served!"
Raziel's awkwardness. "I found this mystery and I thought you'd find it interesting..."
Uriel's terrible puns. Everyone groaning but smiling anyway.
Tsadkiel's quiet presence. Just sitting together in comfortable silence.
Six siblings. Six people who'd somehow made me care despite my best efforts to stay distant.
Gone forever.
And countless other angels who I probably never known.
I'd avenged them. Destroyed the creatures responsible for their deaths. Ended two of the strongest beings in existence.
But they were still gone.
Revenge didn't bring anyone back. Just added two more deaths to the endless pile.
Just made me a killer. Made me a monster. Made me something that terrified even myself.
I stabbed my sword into the ground beside me because I was too tired to hold it anymore.
And sat there on a chunk of rock that somehow remained intact, with bloody tears that wouldn't stop falling.
Could have been seconds. Could have been minutes.
Then I felt them. Sensed them approaching. Hundreds of wings beating in synchronized rhythm.
The Heavenly Host had arrived.
Michael led them, his face showing shock and something beyond horror as he took in what remained. The landscape wasn't just destroyed—it was gone. Replaced by a perfect sphere of nothingness. The entire geography rewritten at a fundamental level.
And at the center of that void, I sat silently.
Sitting on a broken stone that floated in the emptiness. Twelve black wings spread behind me. The Two gems still clutched in my hands.
The angels stared in absolute silence. None of them could comprehend what they were seeing.
They came after hearing the emergency request, that the heavenly dragon emperors were fighting and killing them. But now, there was only one being , who shouldn't even be here.
Then one angel—younger, with only four wings—recognized what the gems were. His voice came out as a choked whisper.
"The Dragon Emperors... those are... Their essence! Lord Kokabiel...he killed the Heavenly Dragons..."
The whisper spread through the ranks like wildfire. Angel to angel, row to row, spreading to the back.
Ddraig and Albion. The Red Dragon Emperor and the White Dragon Emperor.
The Dragons whose casual battles had destroyed civilizations throughout history. Two of the strongest creatures in existence. Beings who'd fought gods and won.
Dead.
Slain by one angel.
One by one they began falling to their knees. Started with those closest. Then spread backward like a wave. Hundreds of angels kneeling simultaneously.
Not from command. From instinct. From pure, absolute awe mixed with primal fear.
"Heaven's Wrath," someone whispered. I couldn't see who.
"The Archangel of Stars, who slayed the heavenly dragons" another voice.
"The mightiest of the angels."
" Heaven's Wrath has punished the dragon emperors for their sins!"
Titles. They were already creating names for what I'd done. For what I'd become. Titles that would stick. That would follow me forever.
Michael approached slowly, already guessing what had transpired.
"Brother Kokabiel," he said softly. His voice controlled but I could hear the shock underneath. "What... what happened here?"
I looked up at him. Knew my eyes were empty.
"I killed them," I said. My voice was flat. Dead. All emotion drained away. "The dragons. They killed our siblings while fighting each other. Didn't even notice. So I killed them bot."
Michael's voice shook slightly despite his control. "Six Archangels. All of Heaven felt it when they died. The entire realm shook from the loss. I was held back by Lucifer, so I arrived just now."
"Ddraig and Albion were stronger than I expected," I said, still in that emotionless monotone. "Had to go all out."
Michael sighed and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. " Are you alright, brother?"
I shook my head. " No, Michael. I don't think I am."
I looked down at the gems in my hands. They pulsed faintly with residual warmth.
"These will become Sacred Gears. Legendary ones. Give them to Yahweh. He'll know what to do. He always knows what to do."
I stood up slowly. Every movement felt like moving through mud. My body protesting.
Walked over to Michael. Placed the gems carefully in his outstretched hands.
He took them reverently. Cradled them like they might break.
Then I looked past him at the kneeling Host. At hundreds of angels bowing to me. At their fear. Their awe. Their worship.
I hated it. But I didn't say anything. They needed something to overcome the grief. Hope.
I spread my twelve wings. Prepared to fly away.
"Where are you going?" Michael asked.
"Away. Somewhere else. Anywhere but here. I can't..." I gestured vaguely at everything. The void. The angels. The gems. "I can't be here right now. Can't deal with this."
"The war just became harder. Father has located the beast of apocalypse. We will need your strength."
"The war can wait. Hold back and recuperate for now. I don't want to fight again right now. Just..." I sighed. "Take care of our siblings' bodies. They deserve proper rites. They deserve to be remembered. Wait till he returns."
"Of course," Michael said quietly. "We'll do it immediately. But where..."
But I was already flying. Away from the battlefield. Away from the angels. Away from everything.
Behind me, I heard them begin to sing. A hymn for the fallen. For the victorious. For the legend that had just been born.
For Heaven's Wrath.
I didn't look back.
If I looked back, I'd see what I'd become.
And I wasn't ready for that.
I suddenly staggered and almost fell down. My vision blacked out for a moment.
In that moment, I saw something breathtaking.
An infinite number of stars , spiralling in sync , going deeper into an endless pathway that felt like pulling me closer to it. It could enchant you to look at till your body and mind perished.
I shook my head to clear my mind.
What the hell was that? It looks like that power is affecting me . Changing me.
I don't know what I'm becoming anymore. I now felt like my original self is being merged with Kokabiel. That's why I felt more conflicted. I still retained my personality somewhat, but it was different somehow.
Something is truly wrong ever since I returned to normal. My emotions were slowly returning, but I felt detached from everything.
Like I just didn't care, and pretending to care so that I can lie to myself that everything is fine.
But I will figure out. Whether as Arthur or Kokabiel, only time would tell.
Suddenly , a blue light flashed inside my head.
[Ding! Sir, I have brought another invitation from a dimensional chat group. The purpose of this chat group is to save the world wills that have been influenced by people with blessings from Outer gods.
Would you kindly like to join?]
I paused. Outer god's, like the one who brought me here? The being that basically has given me his essence ?
I asked curiously for the first time. "Outer god's blessings? Are we hunting people like me?]
[ No sir. You are not like them at all. They are just a toy to bring the influence of Outer god's. Where you possess the essence of one, making you essentially his child.]
Just perfect! I am a baby eldritch horror now. "So why are you asking me of all people to join? Isn't that inviting the enemy to your home?"
[ You possess the essence of someone who doesn't interfere in worldly affairs. He just sometimes grant wishes to people who seek knowledge, or someone he finds interest in. There is no conflict with him and dimensional group chat system.]
"How much do you know about them ? I don't think I can fight those things. They can snap me out of existence."
[The worlds are protected by a barrier . The outer gods can't breach through them unless the barrier is tampered from the inside.
So they choose pawns to bless or send there to slowly corrupt the life force and weaken the barrier, then appear with their original form.
In such cases, ongoing missions would be cancelled and participants would be returned to their own world. There is minimal risk.]
I shook my head. Hunting people who are being used by Outer gods. I should probably be ignoring that. Sounds messy and tedious. I don't want to fight Cthulhu of all things.
But the day had taken a toll on me. Maybe I was curious. Maybe I was just tired of repeating the same routine.
Maybe I just hoped to find people to relate to, to see if it would be interesting.
I smiled weakly. "You know what, I accept."
[Sob! Sob! Thank you kind sir! I can finally fulfill my mission! You are the first person who have waited 3500 years to choose to participate!]
Huh, systems had emotions? Good to know.
[Ding! Host has successfully been added to the "World Voyager" chat group. Have fun! System will now unbind and move on to next person to guide. Host can use the chat group features for viewing status and other things.]
[Farewell host. You have been the most difficult host I have ever seen! Still, I wish you good luck.]
I smiled slightly. "Thanks, I guess."
Let's see what this one has in store for me.