Determined to keep pace, Adamus urged his horse forward, cutting through the raging storm until he rode alongside Moses. Wind howled around them, rain striking like needles, but his curiosity burned brighter than the tempest. He turned his head slightly, his voice steady yet edged with intrigue.
"What's the story between you and the Pharaoh,Thutmose III ? Why does he despise your people the Israelites?"
Moses' jaw tightened. For a long moment, he said nothing, his gaze locked on the horizon as if staring into a past too painful to relive. Then, finally, his voice emerged low, weighted with something ancient and unresolved.
"Because he is pure evil," Moses said at last. "And... I was once best friends with his father. The last Pharaoh Amenhotep II. I called him my brother."
Adamus' brow lifted. "His friend?"
Moses exhaled sharply, as if shedding the dust of forgotten years. "If you truly wish to know, I'll tell you. It may make the journey feel shorter."
Adamus nodded. Slowly, he raised his hand, forming the Gyan Mudra with his fingers. He closed his eyes, centering himself, then opened them once more. A golden radiance surged through his irises, illuminating the storm like a celestial beacon.
"Tenshi no Me," he whispered.
At that utterance, reality itself trembled.
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Narrator: Tenshi no Me Angel Eyes is a divine ocular power that grants its wielder dominion over the life strings radiant threads that bind together existence, nonexistence, and all infinite variations in between, stretching across the universes, multiverses, omniverses, and leaking into dimensions beyond comprehension.
Each life string is bound to a single person. But within every life string are infinite threads, and each individual thread represents a parallel timeline a full verse unto itself. When woven together, these threads form a singular, complex construct: the life string, a hyperversal strand of one's total existence. It carries not only the essence of who someone is, but who they were, and who they could ever become, across the entire omniverse and beyond.
With Tenshi no Me, the user can see, touch, and manipulate these life strings, unraveling the secrets of any being's past, present, and infinite potential futures. They become more than a passive observer they become a sovereign of causality itself. A single touch or even a glance is enough to forge an unbreakable bond that transcends space, time, reality, and identity. As long as the wielder can see their opponent, their souls remain connected, allowing the user to anticipate every move with supernatural precision.
But this power does not end at perception. The user can extend their own life strings outward, weaving them into ethereal filaments that enhance their speed, reflexes, and control over the space around them bending the battlefield to their will.
At the heart of Tenshi no Me lies a higher function:
Parallel Existential Simulation.
By interacting with another's life string whether through contact or sheer sight the user is cast into an infinite network of parallel worlds. Each thread within a person's life string becomes a window into a different path they could have walked, have walked, or might still walk in other realities. These are not illusions. These are not hallucinations. These worlds truly exist but only the user may walk them. No one else knows they're even real.
In the span of approximately two minutes, the wielder experiences countless lifetimes of another soul: every decision, every consequence, every triumph and trauma layered atop one another like endless waves in a cosmic ocean. The same occurs with the user's own life across the omniverse, they walk through all their alternate selves and histories, unbound by time, unchained by space. Within this moment, they become all versions of themselves at once.
Each simulation is fully immersive. The user does not drift through these realities they live them. They fight, learn, and feel within these realms. Every ability mastered, every technique experienced, every lesson learned is retained, carved permanently into the user's soul. Though the worlds vanish upon exit, the knowledge remains, engraved in perfect memory.
To the wielder of Tenshi no Me, no one is a mystery. Every life string reveals not only what someone is but what they could become. This grants an advantage in battle unlike any other: the ability to understand and counter an opponent before they even move, and to mirror any technique as though they'd trained in it for eons.
Additionally, Tenshi no Me allows for dimensional transposition the user can switch places with any being they are connected to through a life string, regardless of distance, dimension, or even metaphysical boundaries. Whether across universes, multiverses, omniverses, or in realms of pure thought and void if the user can see you, they can reach you. No force, no power, no boundary can sever this thread once it's formed.
But such power carries a price.
To process the weight of infinite realities is to invite spiritual collapse. Prolonged or reckless use taxes both body and soul, potentially leaving the wielder vulnerable, broken, or even unconscious. Mastery of Tenshi no Me requires not just power, but precision, discipline, and an unshakable mind.
To wield Tenshi no Me is to become a god not of one path but all paths, to exist in every story at once, and to see the full weave of fate from the loom of the omniverse.
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As Moses began to speak, the golden glow in Adamus' eyes blazed like twin suns.
And then he was there.
Still astride his horse, still in the present, yet simultaneously beyond it. Spiritually, dimensionally, he became a traveler in time, no longer merely listening but experiencing. The storm, the road, even the weight of his own body blurred at the edges as he descended into the echoes of history, into the untold story of Moses and the Pharaoh Thutmose III father.
"Long ago, before I was born, my people the Israelites did not always dwell on the planet we stand upon now, Goshen, the Red Planet," Moses began, his voice carrying . There was a time when we lived on a world called Canaan, a planet promised to our forefathers by our Father, God. But then came the famine a catastrophe not only of hunger but of destruction. Our planet was ravaged by tornadoes, earthquakes, and storms so severe they threatened to wipe us out. The oceans dried, the land crumbled, and we could no longer survive there. Yet, even then, God had already set into motion a way to save us."
As Moses spoke, Adamus was there not just listening, but seeing. Riding behind him on his horse in the desert, his Tenshi no Me burned with golden brilliance, piercing beyond the veil of time. Spiritually, dimensionally, he stood amidst the suffering Israelites, witnessing their struggle beneath the unrelenting sun. He saw their once-thriving world now a wasteland cracked earth, vanishing seas, violent storms tearing apart the sky. The Israelites, their tiger-like features and long tails marking them as a proud yet alien people, cried out for mercy.
Moses' voice pressed on. "God had sent ahead a man named Joseph, the son of Jacob, along with his ten brothers Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Dan, Naphtali, Gad, Asher, Issachar, and Zebulun. With faith as their guide, they took to the skies, flying from planet to planet, searching for a new home for our people. But Joseph did not know the fate that awaited him."
Adamus' vision shifted. He saw Joseph and his brothers arriving on the Red Planet Goshen. But instead of unity, betrayal awaited him. The brothers, weary of following Joseph's leadership and blaming him for their planet's condition, turned against him. The eldest, Judah, was the first to strike.
Adamus watched the battle unfold an epic struggle for power. Blows exchanged with precision, fists colliding with such force that the ground trembled. The brothers moved at speeds beyond sight, shattering mountains, launching into the skies, their fight spilling into the stars themselves. Planets crumbled in their wake. Yet, in the end, Joseph lay defeated, Judah's foot pressed against his neck.
"I am the leader of the Israelites now," Judah declared. Moments later, the brothers sold Joseph into slavery, handing him over to the natives of this planet the Goshenites.
Moses continued, his voice steady but heavy with the weight of history. "Joseph was dragged from one plantation to another, passed between masters like a mere commodity, his spirit tested but never broken. His journey led him across the desolate fields of suffering, through the iron grip of oppression, until at last, he stood in chains before the ruler of this world Pharaoh Ahmose, King of Goshen, Lord of the Capital, Pi-Ramesses."
Adamus' vision followed Joseph, battered but unyielding, a mere slave among thousands. Yet destiny stirred.
Pharaoh Ahmose, a conqueror who had crushed kingdoms, was now haunted by something even he could not control dreams of fire and shadow, visions of devastation that left him sleepless in his golden halls. His priests, his sorcerers, his most trusted advisors had all failed to decipher the nightmares. In desperation, he commanded that anyone slave or noble, beggar or prince be brought forth if they could unravel the mystery.
Then, from the depths of captivity, Joseph stepped forward. His rags barely clung to his body, yet his eyes burned with the fire of something greater than fear. A storm of fate raged behind his gaze. He raised his voice, strong despite the years of torment.
"Mighty Pharaoh, the dreams that torment you are no mere illusions. They are a warning. A great famine is coming one that will sweep across this land like a plague of locusts. It will drain the rivers, choke the fields, and bring even kings to their knees. I have seen such a fate before I watched as it consumed my homeworld. My people are still suffering… if they are not dead already. But listen well, for there is hope."
He took a step forward, his chains clanking against the marble floor.
"I know how to stop this from happening. My father… my Lord… my God has shown me the way."
The Pharaoh's ministers and High Priest murmured in protest. One of them, a man draped in golden robes, stepped forward, his face twisted in suspicion.
"Pharaoh, he is deceiving us! He claims his God is real yet where was his God when his own world burned? Where is his God now?"
Pharaoh Ahmose leaned back, his fingers drumming against his throne. Then, with a sharp breath, he asked, "We have prayed to our gods… and what have they done?" His voice grew harsher. "Nothing. Let us give his God a try."
The High Priest eyes narrowed. He spoke in a hushed whisper, half to himself. "This man is a liar. His people still suffer. His planet is already lost."
Joseph turned to him, his voice unwavering. "You are right. My people still suffer. My homeworld was infected by something a disease that does not merely strike flesh but entire planets. Before I came here, my brothers and I were sent to find a new home, a sanctuary for the last remnants of our people."
Silence gripped the hall as Joseph's words echoed. The Pharaoh watched him closely.
Joseph continued, "In our search, we uncovered something. A force a virus, if you will, that corrupts planets, making them unstable until they collapse upon themselves. My brothers and I were chosen to destroy it. But they… they betrayed me."
His hands clenched into fists.
"They believed this virus was not a curse, but a gift. A weapon to wield. A bargaining tool to gain power over the last surviving Israelites."
Pharaoh Ahmose sat forward, his eyes gleaming with interest. "And can you take us to this beast? This force that devours entire worlds?"
Joseph met his gaze without hesitation. "Yes. But in return… my people the Israelites must be allowed to live here. We need a home."
Pharaoh Ahmose did not blink. Then, after a long silence, he nodded. "I will grant you more than that. If your God is truly this powerful… if He can destroy this thing and save our land, then we shall worship Him instead."
A murmur of shock rippled through the priests. One of them fell to his knees, shaking his head. "Pharaoh! You cannot betray the gods we have prayed to for generations!"
Ahmose turned to them, his voice like stone. "If his God can do what ours cannot… then He is the greater god."
His decision made, Pharaoh rose to his feet, his voice thundering across the chamber. "Ready the chariots! Prepare the fleet! If this abomination exists, then we will face it and end its reign!"
Weeks of preparation followed. Joseph, now head of the Pharaoh's armies, led the charge. Their fleet soared into the black abyss of space, past the moons of Goshen and the dying stars beyond.
And then, at the edge of known existence, they saw it.
A massive creature, shifting and writhing, a colossus of smoke and dust, its form twisting like a living nightmare. It pulsed with a hunger that had devoured worlds before, and it would do so again.
The final battle had begun.
The chariots and golden-armored warriors soared through the abyss of space, their celestial steeds galloping across the void the cosmos itself were their battlefield. The vast army, numbering in the quattuordecillions, stretched beyond sight, a force powerful enough to shatter worlds. Yet, as they drew closer to the horror before them, even Pharaoh Ahmose, ruler of countless worlds, felt fear gnaw at his heart.
For there, lurking in the darkness, was the beast.
It was a colossus of living death, a shifting mass of black, purple, red, and yellow smoke, dust, and putrid goo, constantly twisting, reshaping, and devouring. Its tendrils stretched across the void, lashing at planets like a great, cosmic parasite. Wherever its reach extended, earthquakes shattered worlds, plagues consumed civilizations, and entire suns withered into nothingness.
At the heart of the monstrosity pulsed a searing core of yellow fire, writhing as if the very concept of chaos had been made flesh.
Pharaoh Ahmose turned to Joseph, standing beside him in his own chariot, and spoke with the weight of his entire empire.
"Behold my warriors! They are without number, drawn from the countless planets I rule. They have conquered galaxies,Universes and multiverses. And yet…" His voice wavered. "I fear that we will lose."
Joseph, standing tall against the howling void, did not flinch. His voice was steady, unbreakable.
"With faith in my Lord, we can never lose. Again, I ask you give me the power to slay this beast my Lord."
Pharaoh Ahmose's eyes burned with desperation. "Tell me… what is this creature? What force could be so great that it feasts upon entire planets?"
Joseph's gaze did not waver. "He is Astaroth. He is one of the rulers of Hell, the right hand of Satan."
Pharaoh's expression twisted in confusion. "Who is Satan?"
Joseph turned to him, his eyes filled with something beyond mere knowledge a certainty that shook even the stars.
"You have much to learn. But my God will teach you. And I will show you what true faith is."
With that, Joseph leapt from the chariot, soaring through the void like a comet. He did not need wings. He did not need armor. He had something greater.
He had faith.
And with that faith, he met Astaroth in battle.
The war in the space lasted for days. Stars trembled in their orbits as the two forces clashed. Asmodeus roared with the voices of a thousand doomed worlds, Universes and multiverses, his form constantly shifting one moment a storm of black fire, the next a twisting maelstrom of talons and fangs. He consumed entire planets with a mere breath, growing larger with each passing second.
Yet Joseph did not falter. With every strike, his faith burned brighter, carving through the darkness like the first light of creation.
Until, at last, Joseph called upon the full might of his Lord.
With one final blow, he unleashed an energy unlike any seen before a radiant force, woven from pure, unshakable faith.
The multiverses shook. Astaroth screamed.
The beast tore apart, his body unraveling into nothingness, his essence reduced to mere whispers in the void.
The war was over.
Pharaoh Ahmose and his soldiers watched in stunned silence as Joseph returned, his body glowing with the light of victory. No longer was he a mere slave.
He was the right hand of Pharaoh.
They returned to their world Goshen, the great kingdom of Pi-Ramesses where the Pharaoh and his people rejoiced. The sky was filled with golden banners, songs of triumph, and the ringing of victory chimes. Joseph was honored, not as a servant, but as a hero.
Yet his mission was not complete.
Pharaoh Ahmose commanded his armies to search the stars for Joseph's people, the remnants of the Israelites, scattered after the destruction of their homeworld, Canaan.
At last, they found them.
They had settled on a barren world they called New Canaan a planet without breath, without hope, where starvation gripped them like chains.
Joseph descended upon this broken land and saw his brothers, the very ones who had betrayed him. He did not seek vengeance. He did not hold onto the past.
He forgave them.
And under Pharaoh's command, he led his people to a new home.
In Pi-Ramesses, the Israelites and the Goshenites lived side by side.
For hundreds of years, they prospered, and Pharaoh Ahmose, once a ruler of many godsand worship of many gods, decreed that only one God would be worshipped in his kingdom the Lord of Joseph, the God who had saved them all.
No other gods were to be spoken of. No other names were to be praised.
As time marched forward, the great Pharaoh Ahmose, the liberator, the one who embraced the Israelites, grew old. And when his final breath left him, his kingdom mourned. But grief soon turned to fear. For Ahmose had no heir, and Joseph, though honored, was not of royal blood. Power passed instead to the Pharaoh's cousin Senusret. And with him, a new era of darkness began.
Senusret was not like Ahmose. Where Ahmose had seen the Israelites as equals, Senusret saw only filth. Where his predecessor had welcomed them as brothers, he saw them as beasts, abominations unworthy of the land they had been given. His hatred festered, burning hotter than the desert sun. He despised their tiger-like forms, their striped tails, their reverence for Joseph's God. In his eyes, they were intruders, vermin tainting the purity of his kingdom.
And so, with fire in his heart and cruelty in his soul, Senusret spoke his first decree as Pharaoh:
"All who worship the God of Israel shall perish."
Statues of their Lord were torn down, smashed into dust beneath the feet of the Goshenite soldiers. In their place, new idols were erected grotesque effigies of Senusret's chosen god. "Satan is our master!" he declared from his throne. "This land is his, and his alone! And these Israelites, these so-called chosen ones of a dead god, We shall break them, humiliate them, and spit upon their corpses!"
Adamus' vision blurred, flickering through time and space. The scent of blood filled his senses. He stood amidst a world drowned in agony. He saw Senusret, seated upon his throne, his red skin gleaming under the eternal blaze of the sun. His horns cast long shadows over the enslaved masses. Below, the Israelites toiled, their backs split open beneath the merciless whips of their captors. Goshenite warriors hulking, monstrous figures clad in jagged black armor drove them onward, forcing them to haul colossal stones to erect temples of darkness. Their cries were swallowed by the jeers of their masters.
And upon the raised platform, Senusret stood tall, his grip tight around a thick iron chain. At the other end of it, bound and beaten, knelt Joseph.
His once-proud form was now broken, his robes tattered, his body trembling from days of torment. But in his eyes, even through the pain, there was no surrender.
Senusret sneered, yanking the chain and forcing Joseph to his feet.
"My predecessor was weak," he spat. "Weak enough to allow this plague into our lands. Weak enough to let you and your filth spread your lies, your false god, your pathetic faith." He turned his gaze to the suffering Israelites, his lips curling in revulsion. "You are not men. You are animals. And I will break you like the beasts you are."
Joseph struggled against the chains, gasping for air, but Senusret showed no mercy. Raising his free hand, red energy crackled to life, swirling with dark, unholy power. His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight.
"All the power that Satan has granted me," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice, "and all I must do… is make you suffer."
With a sickening hum, the energy in his palm twisted, shaping itself into a searing crimson blade. A weapon forged from pure corruption. The Israelites watched in horror, their bodies frozen in terror, their voices silenced by despair.
Senusret did not hesitate. With a single, merciless stroke, the blade flashed
And Joseph's head fell.
A fountain of crimson sprayed across the platform. The chains clattered to the stone. The body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
Silence fell over the kingdom. A silence that swallowed even the wind.
And then, Senusret lifted Joseph's severed head high, his voice thundering across the valley.
"DOWN WITH THE ISRAELITES! DOWN WITH THEIR GOD!"
A deafening roar rose from the Goshenites, their cheers drowning out the anguished cries of the Israelites. The skies darkened. The land trembled. And with that one act, faith was shattered, hope was crushed
And the era of slavery began.
Then, Moses' voice rang out deep, unyielding, like the storm before the flood.
"Pharaoh Senusret, in his darkest decree, sought to erase us forever." His words carried the weight of ages, the agony of his people etched in every syllable. "He feared us. Feared our future. And so, he decreed that every Israelite male child be drowned in the Nile before they could take their first breath."
Adamus, trapped in the vision, watched helplessly as the horror unfolded before him. Mothers clutched their newborns, their screams piercing the heavens as soldiers tore the infants from their arms. Tiny fingers grasped at the air, reaching for mothers who would never hold them again. The Nile, once the river of life, became a graveyard. The current carried away bodies too small to fight, their blood swirling in the water like ink spilled across the sky.
A woman, wild with grief, lunged at a soldier, her nails raking down his face. But he drove a dagger through her gut and tossed her aside like waste. Another woman, clutching her child to her chest, begged, "Not my baby, please, I'll do anything!" The soldier grinned and slit the infant's throat before her eyes.
Adamus gasped. The vision twisted until he was no longer watching from above but standing within it. He turned, and before him lay a woman in the throes of childbirth. Her dark hair clung to her sweat-drenched skin, her brown eyes filled with exhaustion and resolve. Stripes like those of a great tiger ran along her arms, and behind her, a tiger's tail flicked weakly.
Her voice trembled as she gazed down at the newborn in her arms her son. Blood pooled beneath her, yet she smiled.
"He's beautiful," she whispered.
A man knelt beside her her husband, Amram. He swallowed hard, looking at the infant's tiny tail.
"No stripes," he murmured. "Only his tail…"
But before they could rejoice, the screams from outside drew nearer.
"Find every last one!" a soldier bellowed.
Panic seized Amram. He turned to Jochebed, his voice tight. "We must hide him. Now."
The heavy thud of boots echoed through the streets. Amram clenched his fists.
"I'll distract them," he whispered.
Jochebed's eyes widened. "No "
But he was already gone, sprinting toward the soldiers, bellowing a war cry.
"HEY! OVER HERE!"
The guards turned, their eyes gleaming with malice. They gave chase, and Amram ran with all his might, knowing he was running to his death.
Jochebed bit back a sob. With shaking hands, she wrapped her child in her cloth, cradling him as she reached the river's edge.
"This is why I lived," she whispered. "To bring you into this world."
She placed the baby inside a small basket, its woven frame sturdy but fragile against the mighty Nile. The infant whimpered.
She pushed it into the river.
Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a final prayer:
"God, protect my son."
The basket drifted away, swallowed by the reeds.
Further down the river, a group of Egyptian women bathed in the shallows. Among them was the Pharaoh's daughter, her golden jewelry reflecting the sun. As she waded in, something among the reeds caught her eye.
A basket.
Curious, she gestured to her attendants. One of them waded forward and retrieved it, placing it before her.
The princess untied the cloth and gasped.
Inside lay an infant an Israelite, unmistakably, yet… different.
The baby blinked up at her with wide, dark eyes. His lips trembled, his tiger tail twitching slightly.
Her assistant hesitated. "My lady… he is one of them. Your father has commanded that they all be killed "
The princess silenced her with a raised hand.
"My father would do anything for me." She traced a gentle finger across the baby's cheek, her smile soft but carrying a dark edge. "He doesn't have to know the truth. The Israelites have no scribes, no records. No one would ever question it… except for his tail."
Her eyes narrowed, studying the child with a calculating gaze. "You see, he doesn't have tiger marks on his arms. All we need to do is cut off his tail, and no one will ever know. My father will never figure it out. He'll love him as he loves any other child."
Her grip on the baby tightened, her voice steady but filled with a chilling resolve. "We'll cut it off."
With the words hanging in the air, she held the baby close, as though shielding him from the world, her plan already set in motion. "Without it, he'll be just like any other. No one will ever know he's an Israelite." The princess stood there, her hands gently cradling the child, her eyes hard with determination.
She called out to one of her slaves. "Miriam, come here."
The slave, an Israelite herself, rushed forward, her feet light but filled with caution. As she approached, the princess spoke with cold command. "Find me an Israelite who can nurse this baby. And," she added, her eyes flicking toward her assistance, "find me a soldier who can cut off this child's tail."
Miriam looked at the baby, then at the tail that curled beneath him. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the faint marks of Israelite heritage. She studied the cloth wrapped around him, her pulse quickening. That cloth... she thought to herself. That's my mother's cloth.
Confusion and dread swirled in her mind. Could it be...? Is that him? Is that my brother? The thought made her stomach twist, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
"Yes, Your Highness," Miriam said, her voice steady despite the rising storm within her. "I will find an Israelite to nurse the child." She turned and hurried out of the palace.
Miriam raced through the streets, her thoughts a whirlwind. Reaching her home, she burst through the door. "Mother!" she cried, her breath heavy with urgency.
Her mother, Jochebed, was sitting near the window, her face pale and streaked with tears. Miriam's heart clenched at the sight of her mother's grief.
"Where's my brother? Did the soldiers get him?" Miriam asked, voice trembling.
Jochebed's eyes filled with fresh tears, but she shook her head. "No... they didn't. I released him to the Nile River. I'd rather he die drifting, than be killed by the soldiers." Her voice cracked as she spoke, the weight of her decision heavy in her words.
Miriam knelt beside her, grasping her mother's trembling hands. She looked down at the cloth in her hands and then back up at her mother. "Did you wrap him in this cloth?" she asked, her voice quiet but intense.
Jochebed nodded. "Yes, I did. I wrapped him in it."
Miriam sprang to her feet, her heart pounding with disbelief. "He's alive! He's alive, Mother! The Pharaoh's daughter she found him. She has him. He's alive!"
Jochebed stared at her, frozen in shock. Slowly, the tears on her face began to dry as a spark of hope flared in her eyes. My son… Moses is alive.
Miriam's smile widened as she whispered in awe, "So that's my brother's name… Moses." Then, looking at her mother, she added, "Yes, Mother, he's alive. And it seems the princess wants to take care of him."
Jochebed clasped her hands together, her voice trembling with emotion. "God has answered my prayers. My son… a prince? He's going to be raised by royalty?"
They embraced, the warmth of their shared joy mingling with the relief of knowing that Moses, their son, their brother, their hope, had survived. The two women quickly made their way back to the palace, their hearts filled with both fear and excitement for what was to come.
As they arrived at the temple, Jochebed held her baby boy in her arms, gazing at him with tearful eyes. "That's him for sure," she whispered. "The lack of tiger stripes on his arms... but I can see they cut off his tail."
Miriam, standing beside her mother, hesitated before asking, "Mother, should we tell him when he's older that he is an Israelite?"
Jochebed shook her head. "No. I want him to have a life we never could. I want him to be happy to be a king forever. Even if it means he looks down on us."
A voice rang out "Moses!" and Adamus listened intently.
Moses' voice echoed through time: "Years passed with my mother and sister raising me, yet I treated them like filth. They washed my clothes, fed me, and I was nothing but ungrateful. I was raised beside Pharaoh's son, Amenhotep II. We became best friends, brothers. No one questioned my lineage. They assumed I was just an alien from another world, adopted by the princess. Together, we had fun."
Adamus watched as his golden eyes illuminated, absorbing the events unfolding before him. Hovering in the sky, he observed the past Moses and Amenhotep II as children.
The two young boys raced through the kingdom on flying chariots, weaving through buildings and zipping past laboring slaves. Moses grinned over his shoulder. "I'm going to win again!" he shouted. They jetted through the city, chaos trailing behind them, until Moses reached the finish line first.
Panting, Amenhotep II arrived moments later and sighed. "Once again, you win, my friend. Why are you better than me at everything? Honestly... even though I'm next in line to be Pharaoh, I think you should be Pharaoh."
Dressed in gold robes and sandals, the two stood talking when an Israelite boy, his tail twitching nervously, rushed toward them. "Sons of Pharaoh! Please help us!" He pointed toward the destruction left in their wake homes crumbling, Israelites trapped in the wreckage, their battered clothes and frail bodies revealing the toll of slavery. Some clung to the remains of their homes, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Moses merely scoffed. "That is none of my concern."
Amenhotep II pulled out a whip, striking the Israelite to the ground. "You bow before you speak, slave. That is law."
Moses laughed.
From the shadows, Jochebed and Miriam watched in horror.
Miriam turned to her mother. "Look at what he has become, Mother! Raised by these people, he despises his own kind and doesn't even realize it. We have to tell him the truth!"
Jochebed, frail from years of suffering, barely managed to speak. "We can't. I want my son to live as a king. Even if it means he looks down on us. The Pharaoh has been less cruel since he ordered the deaths of the firstborn sons. New sons have been born... we don't need more trouble. We will remain as we are slaves."
Moses' voice echoed softly through the vision, steeped in memory and time.
"Years passed... Pharaoh Senusret lay on his deathbed, slowly succumbing to a wasting sickness that no priest or healer could cure. His once-commanding presence had faded to frailty, but his heart, even in its final beats, held warmth for his sons Amenhotep II... and me."
Moses' gaze lowered as he spoke.
"He never knew the truth about my origins. Never questioned the path I walked. With his last breath, he told us he loved us. Both of us. As equals. As family."
Adamus, watching this unfold through Tenshi no Me, felt the weight of that unspoken bond a father's love given freely to a son not truly his.
"Before he died," Moses continued, "he passed on his final decree: that Amenhotep II would inherit the throne. And with that decree… he gave him the ancient staff."
Through the divine lens of Tenshi no Me, Adamus saw it clearly Satan Matteh Choshekh, the Staff of Darkness etched into the life strings of time itself.
The staff was forged of black, red, and deep gold, pulsing with a cold, ancient power. Three interlocking rings hovered at its peak, constantly phasing through one another in a hypnotic, orbiting rhythm symbolizing entropy, eternity, and authority all at once.
It radiated not just magic, but intent, the staff itself remembered every sin, every command, and every soul it had ever touched. A relic of divine rebellion, now resting in the hands of a mortal king.
After gazing upon the staff, Adamus turned. His golden eyes fixed upon the new Pharaoh clad in robes of white, black, and gold. Upon his head sat the royal crown of the Pharaohs, and in his hand, the terrible staff itself. From his skull curved four horns twelve jutting forward like blades of judgment, and two sweeping back, twisted like the memory of fallen gods.
One day, as I stood in my chamber within the palace, I faced my reflection in the mirror. Slowly, I rolled up my sleeves, and there they were stripes. Each day, they became more pronounced, a mystery I could no longer ignore. Turning slightly, I caught sight of something else a small tail, growing behind me.
Adamus watched as Moses, in the vision, stared at his reflection.
"Why do I have these marks?" Moses wondered. "Why does this tail keep growing? What is happening to me?"
A knock at the door. He quickly hid his tail before opening it.
Amenhotep II stood there. "Are you coming to the party, brother? And why are you always wearing long sleeves? You've been doing this for a years now."
Moses forced a smile. "I'm fine. I think I'll stay in tonight."
Amenhotep II frowned but didn't press further. "Suit yourself. I'll see you tomorrow."
As soon as he left, another knock came. Moses sighed and opened the door again. This time, it was Miriam.
Moses narrowed his eyes. "What do you want? I didn't call for you." He tried to shut the door, but she stopped it with her foot, tears streaming down her face.
"She's dead," Miriam choked out.
Moses scowled. "Who?"
"Our mother, Jochebed," she whispered. "She died this morning."
Moses scoffed. "mother?" "Leave my sight, peasant. Do you expect me to care?"
Miriam's grief turned to rage. "You are a monster! She raised you! How can you not care?"
"She was just a slave doing her job," Moses replied coldly.
Miriam's voice broke. "She was more than just a slave... she was our mother!"
Moses froze. His eyes widened as he looked at his arms, at the stripes. His gaze flicked to Miriam her matching stripes, her tail. He turned back to the mirror, where his own tail was fully visible.
"No... It can't be..."
Miriam stepped forward. "Our mother sacrificed everything for you so you could live like a king. But I can't watch you become such a horrible person anymore." She took a deep breath. "You are an Israelite, Moses."
His heart pounded. "That's impossible! How could I one of the most powerful people in Pi-Ramesses be an Israelite? This land hates them!"
"You don't believe me?" Miriam said softly. "Then let me show you."
Weak from years of slavery, she summoned the last of her strength. Her hands glowed white with the power of faith. As she touched Moses, visions flooded his mind his mother placing him in the river, his journey, every truth hidden from him.
Moses staggered back, tears streaming down his face. He turned to Miriam and embraced her. "I didn't know... If I had known, I wouldn't have been so cruel. I'm sorry."
Draped in gold, Moses walked to the outskirts of the kingdom where the Israelites toiled. They froze in shock.
"What is the Pharaoh's brother doing here? And why is he holding hands with an Israelite?"
Moses and Miriam approached Jochebed's grave. He fell to his knees, grief overtaking him. "You sacrificed everything for me... and I treated you like trash. I treated our people like trash."
He rose, turning to the Israelites, who still stared in disbelief.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Later that evening, Moses boarded a carriage that departed from the edge of the kingdom, where the Israelites lived, and made his way to visit his brother, Amenhotep II, at the lavish gathering he had been invited to earlier.
Upon entering the grand hall, Moses found himself surrounded by Goshenite, humanoids figures with red skin and horns, draped in opulent garments that shimmered under the golden light. He scanned the crowd, his eyes searching for his brother.
"Have you seen Amenhotep II?" he asked, keeping his body concealed, hiding his tail.
As he searched the crowd, Moses caught sight of a soldier, a Goshenite with a whip, striking an Israelite who had fallen to the ground. The soldier sneered, "Slaves are not allowed to speak here."
Moses felt his anger build. He rushed toward the soldier, pinning him to the ground and delivering blows that shattered the earth beneath them. The crowd fell silent as Moses's rage shook the very foundation of the palace.
The moment he stopped, Amenhotep II appeared, his voice calm but filled with confusion. "Moses, what are you doing?"
Moses froze. His heart raced as the crowd whispered among themselves, eyes widening as they saw Moses's tail.
"Isn't that Moses?" one of them asked. "The brother of the Pharaoh?"
"Why does he have features of an Israelite? Why does he have a tail?"
The whispers grew louder. Amenhotep II stepped forward, his hand resting on Moses's shoulder. "Brother, it's okay. It's okay," he said, trying to calm him.
But Moses, panicked and overwhelmed, fled. He ran to his room and locked the door behind him. A knock soon echoed through the room.
Moses opened it, and to his shock, it was Pharaoh Amenhotep II. The Pharaoh stepped inside and looked at Moses.
"It's okay, Moses," Amenhotep II said softly. "My mother knew. My father never knew, or else he would have had you killed. But I always knew you were an Israelite."
Moses stared in disbelief. "You always knew?"
"I did. And I'm glad we can still be brothers." Amenhotep II embraced Moses in a warm hug. "Don't worry, Moses. I am Pharaoh now. You killed that soldier his death will be swept under the rug. We're kings, and everyone else is nothing but peasants."
Moses smiled weakly but couldn't shake the unease in his heart. As he turned to face the mirror once more, he noticed his tail, still wagging behind him. He turned back to his brother.
"Could you" Moses hesitated, "Could you, as my brother, free my people? Let the Israelites go free from slavery?"
Amenhotep II laughed, a deep chuckle escaping him. "Let them go free? You're joking, right? You being free is enough."
Moses grabbed him by the shoulders, his face pleading. "I'm serious, brother. It's been years. They've been tortured, oppressed, and I can't stand it any longer."
Amenhotep II paused. After a long silence, he nodded. "Follow me."
Moses followed him down a narrow passage and into a tomb. The Pharaoh raised his hand, igniting a flame in the palm of his hand as they walked through the darkness. They reached the edge of a massive pit, flames swirling within it, lighting the cavern.
Moses stared into the flames, his eyes wide with confusion. "Where are we? What is this pit of flames?"
Amenhotep II's voice turned somber as he spoke. "I know you've never truly believed in our gods or the God of Israel. But let me tell you the truth."
He began speaking of an ancient war.
"Long ago, a great battle took place in heaven. Lucifer, in his pride, rose against the Father, but Michael, the Archangel, stood against him and cast him down. Defeated, Lucifer was banished to hell, where he languished in torment for eons, trapped in his own despair. But then, they arrived beings from beyond our reality.
"The Galaktikós blue-skinned entities from a world unlike any other. Their home, Omniterra, was a massive planet encompassing every thing every hyperverse, every possibility. They came to our hyperverse,the Hyperverse of Israel bringing with them knowledge, technology, and magic beyond imagination. And with their power, they freed Lucifer.
"But they did not foresee what would come next. The moment Satan was unchained, the Galaktikós granted him strength beyond comprehension power that could rival even the Father Himself. Yet, before he turned his wrath against God, he betrayed those who had freed him. He slaughtered the Galaktikós and took their power for himself.
"With his newfound might, he unleashed the Seven Deadly Sins upon the world, commanding them to annihilate all concepts of virtue happiness, joy, love. But no matter what he did, he could not destroy faith. So he turned his sights toward heaven once more.
"In his second war against the divine, he overpowered Michael. He shattered the gates of heaven. But when he faced the Father, he found himself powerless. The Father did not resist, did not raise a hand, did not intervene yet Lucifer could not harm Him. Enraged, Lucifer used his stolen power to rewrite history itself, ensuring his victory, shaping reality to his will. And thus, he became the ruler of the Hyperverse of Israel."
Moses, shaken, murmured, "The hyperverse? What is that?"
The Pharaoh's gaze hardened. "A hyperverse is more than a universe, more than a multiverse. It is existence layered upon itself dimensions, timelines, infinite possibilities. And Lucifer controls it all. This is why I cannot free your people, Moses. Lucifer granted me powers beyond mortal comprehension. In return, all he asks is that we keep the Israelites oppressed the chosen people of the Father."
Moses whispered, "The chosen people of God the Father..."
"Yes," the Pharaoh continued, his voice dark with conviction. "And soon, a new project will begin. Satan's flames have been entrusted to me, and with them, I will erase the Israelites. We will cast them into the pits, where these flames will consume not just their bodies, but their very existence. They will not go to heaven or hell. They will simply cease to be wiped from time, forgotten by all."
A cruel smile crossed his lips. "But not you, Moses. You are safe."
Moses recoiled, horror twisting in his gut. The Pharaoh's laughter echoed through the tomb, and with it came a chilling realization he had just learned a truth more terrifying than he could have ever imagined.
The two of them left the tomb, and as they walked back to their rooms, Moses's mind raced. He knew what he had to do. The Pharaoh's cruel words burned in his mind, and the weight of the knowledge that his people would be erased from history weighed heavily on him.
Adamus listened intently as Moses's voice filled the air. The words seemed to vibrate with emotion as Moses recounted his tale.
Moses spoke softly, almost to himself, but Adamus could feel the weight of each word. "After I found out the truth about my people that we were the chosen ones of the Father, and that we were destined for annihilation from history itself I knew I had to leave. I packed my things, fled to the edge of the kingdom, and found my sister, Miriam. I told her everything. She begged me to take the other slaves with us, but I told her it was impossible. There were too many, and we couldn't save them all. Maybe one day we could return. But for now, it was just me and Miriam. We fled Pi-Ramesses on horseback."
He paused for a moment, as though reliving the journey. "Miriam told me there was a place a city where many of our people had escaped to. It was called Midian. We traveled for weeks, crossing the desert, until we finally arrived."
Adamus's eyes glowed a faint gold as his spiritual senses reached beyond time, witnessing Moses's journey unfold. In the dim light of that memory, Moses and Miriam stood before a shop. The shopkeeper, noticing their arrival, offered them food. But Miriam, with a subtle hand gesture and a quiet code, signaled that they were Israelites fleeting. The shopkeeper nodded knowingly, gesturing for them to return after dark when it would be safe.
That night, they returned, and the shopkeeper led them through the town to a hidden place where many Israelites had gathered in secret. The scene that awaited Moses was startling Israelites, all with tails like his, living freely. Children played, and food was shared. The air was thick with hope and happiness, a sharp contrast to the life they had left behind in Pi-Ramesses.
But as Moses and Miriam walked through the camp, a massive figure stepped into their path a towering Israelite, nearly nine feet tall. His eyes fixed on Moses, and a dangerous sneer curled on his lips.
"Aren't you one of the Pharaoh's sons?" the giant Israelite boomed. "You think I'm stupid? You can't just put on a fake tail or use some kind of magic to fool us!"
Panic rippled through the gathered Israelites. "The Pharaoh's son is here! It's a trap!"
Miriam stepped forward, her voice steady, despite the tension in the air. "Brother, this is Moses," she said firmly. The crowd fell silent as they stared in disbelief.
Moses stumbled to his feet, his eyes meeting those of the giant. "I have an older brother too," he murmured, looking up at the massive Israelite. "Aaron?"
The giant Israelite, his name now revealed as Aaron, swept Moses into a massive hug, nearly crushing him. "Little brother!" Aaron exclaimed. "I've been dying to meet you. So many rumors, so many questions. They say you're the chosen one the one who will free our people."
Moses looked around, his heart heavy with doubt. Whispers spread like wildfire. "How many Israelites has he killed? Why should we trust him? He's the Pharaoh's son. He's a traitor."
But Aaron stood tall, his voice cutting through the murmurs. "Listen to me!" he boomed. "Moses didn't know who he was. He didn't know he was an Israelite. Now he does. And now he knows what's right."
A voice cried out from the crowd, "He's still not the chosen one!"
Aaron silenced them with a wave of his hand. "Did our Father, the God of Israel, not say that a prophet would come a prince from wealth and status, hidden in the shadows, who would save us and lead us to the land of milk and honey? Did not our Father say that the one to free us would come from the high places?"
The crowd began to murmur in agreement as Aaron's words took root. "Is Moses not from wealth and high status? The prophecy is already halfway fulfilled. He is the one we have been waiting for. Trust him."
Moses stood there, stunned, as the eyes of the Israelites turned toward him. "I'm not the chosen one," he said, his voice breaking. Panic gripped him as he realized the enormity of the task that lay before him. "I don't know if I can do it."
Aaron placed a hand on his shoulder, his expression firm. "You are, Moses. I know you can. You just have to have faith."
That night, as the Israelites slept, Moses sneaked out of the camp and made his way toward the wilderness. His heart was conflicted, his mind full of doubt, but something within him pushed him forward. He climbed Mount Horeb, the quiet desert night stretching out before him. As he climbed, he gazed up at the stars, seeking guidance, but the answer was not in the stars.
Without warning, lightning struck the ground in a brilliant flash, illuminating the desert. Moses spun around, his heart pounding in his chest. A bush stood before him, engulfed in flames, but it was not consumed.
A voice deep and powerful called out from the flames. "Moses! Moses!"
Fear gripped Moses's heart as he responded, his voice trembling, "Here I am."
The voice echoed again, "Do not come any closer. Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground."
Then the voice continued, "I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob." At these words, Moses hid his face, afraid to look upon the divine presence.
The Lord spoke again, His voice echoing with divine authority.
"I have seen the misery of My people in Pi-Ramesses. I have heard their cries under the torment of their oppressors, and I am moved by their suffering. Now, I have come down to rescue them from the hands of the Goshenite and lead them to a land both vast and abundant a land flowing with milk and honey.
"I have sent Noah and three warriors to guide your people across the hyperverse to safety. For trillions of eons, I have refrained from interference, allowing free will to shape existence. But in that time, Satan has ravaged the hyperverse destroying, corrupting, rewriting history itself. His influence has drowned this world in sin.
"Satan has unleashed the Seven Deadly Sins upon creation, erasing all that brings joy happiness, love, peace. Yet, despite his efforts, he could not erase faith. Nor could he erase Me, the Father.
"But time is running out, Moses. The end draws near. I will cleanse this hyperverse, erase all that has been tainted, and rebuild it anew. When Noah arrives, you must gather My people and take them to the boat. That is the only path to salvation.
"Satan has twisted this world, enslaving its rulers, bending the Pharaohs to his will. The Pharaoh you now face is lost to him, beyond redemption. The grip of darkness has warped time itself. But I do not interfere with time I only fulfill My promises.
"The time of deliverance is now. Hurry, Moses. The end is coming. And I shall fulfill My word."
Moses stood in stunned silence, his mind racing with questions. "Why me, Father?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The voice answered softly but powerfully, "Why not you? Your faith is stronger than most, though you do not yet see it. You will see."
The flames of the bush surged upward, and Moses felt an overwhelming rush of energy flood through him. His body hummed with power raw, divine power, as though the very essence of the universe was awakening within him. The flames flickered one last time before they vanished, leaving Moses standing alone in the night, his heart still racing but filled now with a sense of purpose.
He understood now. The path ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but his faith, ignited by this moment, would carry him through the trials to come.
Adamus begins to hear only Moses' voice as Moses recounts his past,"Since then, I went down to the rest of the Israelites and told them what had happened. I was ready to take my faith, to become the warrior of Israel, the one destined to free the slaves. We trained for years, strengthening our bodies and our resolve. My brother Aaron and I trained relentlessly his control over sand made him an opponent no one wanted to face in the desert. After years of preparation, we, the Israelites who lived in Midian, had become stronger.
At last, we mounted our horses and rode toward the kingdom of Pharaoh, Pi-Ramesses.
Adamus' eyes glow even brighter as he spiritually and dimensionally watches Moses in the past. Moses stands at the edge of Pi-Ramesses, staring at the towering walls before him. He turns to the Israelites and commands them, 'Stay here. I will go speak with Pharaoh.'
Summoning the power of his faith, his body glows white, and in an instant, he vanishes teleporting directly into Pharaoh's chambers.
Inside, Amenhotep II reclined on his lavish bed, surrounded by women. At the sudden appearance of Moses, the women shrieked and scrambled to cover themselves, but the Pharaoh remained unshaken. With a calm smile, he rose from his bed, draped a robe over his shoulders, and let out a hearty laugh.
"Moses," he said, stepping forward to embrace him
Before he could, the doors swung open, and two young boys rushed inside.
"Dad, I want to play!" one of them whined.
Amenhotep sighed, placing a hand on their heads. "Not now. Please, leave me and my brother
to talk."
Moses glanced at the children and smiled. "I see you have sons now."
The Pharaoh nodded proudly. "Yes. The youngest is Thutmose, and the eldest my firstborn is Kamose."
Then, with a smirk, he turned his attention back to Moses. "But enough about that long time no see, brother. Where have you been? I told you not to worry about that soldier. Next thing I know, you vanish without a trace. I feared you had been slain." He narrowed his eyes. "And when did you gain the power to teleport?"
Moses responds, 'I can only teleport to places I have been before. I have stood in this room many times. But I am not here to discuss my abilities, which have grown beyond your understanding. I am here to warn you let my people go, or I will bring chaos upon your land. The Almighty has sent me to free the Israelites.'
Pharaoh laughs. 'You must be joking. Your God is a failure. He was the strongest once, until Lucifer won. Now, Lucifer rules. Your people will not leave. You are lucky I even allow you to live.'
Moses' expression darkens. 'I warned you. My Lord has granted me the power to curse this land. I will unleash ten plagues upon you, each more devastating than the last. And if you still refuse to free my people, we will take our freedom by force.'
Pharaoh smirks, reaching for his staff. The moment he grips it, his eyes glow crimson. 'You think you can threaten me, Moses? Ever since I became Pharaoh, I have wielded the Staff of Satan Matteh Choshekh, the Staff of Darkness. With it, I possess infinite power.'
Moses whispers before vanishing, 'I warned you.'
Reappearing outside the city, he mounts his horse. The Israelites gaze at him, awaiting his words. Aaron steps forward.
'Did you warn him?'
'I did.'
Aaron clenches his fists. 'He's not going to listen. I can't wait to use my powers to destroy these people.'
Moses shakes his head. 'We cannot be like them. We must first try to do this peacefully.'
His voice echoes in Adamus' mind as he listens to the story unfold.
Moses continues, 'When Pharaoh refused, I cursed the land of Pi-Ramesses for ten days…'
Pharaoh refused, so I unleashed my Lord's wrath upon Pi-Ramesses.
The rivers turned to blood. The Nile darkened, its waters undrinkable, and fish rotted along the shores, filling the land with the stench of death. Serpents slithered through the city, invading homes and striking down the fearful even the palace was not spared.
The sun scorched the earth. Crops withered, skin blistered, and no shade could ease the torment. Locusts swarmed the fields, devouring the last of Pi-Ramesses food, leaving the people starving. Darkness swallowed the land. For a full day, no light shone only a crushing, endless void.
Then came the boils. Flesh burned, fevers raged, and not even Pharaoh's healers could stop the plague. The earth trembled. Walls crumbled, temples shattered, and the kingdom itself cried out in anguish. A storm of blades tore through the land winds sharp as knives cut through everything in their path.
The dead walked. Spirits rose from their graves, their hollow eyes filled with judgment. And then, the final blow Egypt's firstborn fell. Every household mourned. Even Pharaoh himself.
His firstborn, Kamose, lay lifeless.
Moses' voice froze in time. Adamus' eyes glowed gold as he found himself there, witnessing the moment in spirit and dimensionally. He saw Pharaoh kneeling by his son's body, his wife sobbing, their youngest, Thutmose, clutching his father's robe.
Tears streamed down the boy's face as he cried, "I hate the Israelites! They killed my brother! They're monsters! And I hate their God! Look what He has done to our kingdom, Father!"
Pharaoh, shaking with fury, rose to his feet. Stretching out his arms, he summoned Satan's staff into his grasp. His voice was cold, filled with vengeance.
"We will let them go…" he said, his tone dark with malice. "And then we will hunt them down and kill them all."
Turning to his guards, he commanded, "Prepare the army. Let the Israelites leave."
Adamus snapped out of his vision, Moses' voice returning as if nothing had changed.
"Only then did Pharaoh let us go," Moses continued, "but his pride would not let him rest. He came after us, and so we fought. My brother, Aaron, wielding the power of sand, crushed their armies. In the final battle, he faced Pharaoh himself. They clashed in the sky, power against power until both fell.
With no ruler left to command, Pi-Ramesses was broken. And we walked free."
Moses continued,
"With most of us unable to fly, and others cursed with magic that made it impossible to leave the planet without being destroyed, escape was not an option. So we wandered city to city, town to town trapped on this red world, Goshen, for years.
For a time, Pharaoh's kingdom left us alone. But peace never lasts. After my brother Aaron struck Amenhotep II down, a new ruler took the throne his son, Thutmose. Young then, but time passed, and when he was old enough to rule, he became Pharaoh Thutmose III. His first command was clear: the Israelites who had escaped would be hunted down and brought back into slavery.
Half of our people had already been captured. The rest of us kept running. But Pharaoh's armies never relented.
In our flight, we reached the town of Ashkara. And that is where we met you, Adamus and Noah, with the boat. The moment I saw you, I knew my Lord had spoken true.
The land of milk and honey was near."
Moses turned back, the desert winds still whipping at them as they walked. until they reached a great church. The structure was massive, gleaming white, adorned with statues of winged figures, angels, and crosses. The desert winds howled against its walls, yet inside, it was calm. Adamus dismounted his horse and stepped into the church, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. The inside was far larger than the outside, an entire lake stretching out before them beneath an artificial sun that shone overhead. He turned to Moses in awe. "What is this?"
Moses gazed upon the lake and said, "This place is a portal. Now come with me so we can heal our wounds." Lust followed behind them, her eyes filled with wonder. "This place is beautiful," she whispered.
As they reached the lake, Moses and Adamus began to remove their shirts, preparing to enter the water. Lust let out a startled cry, but Moses remained calm. "All we have to do is bathe in this river of holy water. It will heal us mentally, physically, and spiritually. But you must have faith, faith in our Lord, for it to truly work." With a wave of his hand, Moses summoned a book that appeared in a flash of divine light. "Let me read words from my God that will strengthen your faith. As I speak, dunk your head beneath the water and calm your spirit, Vajra."
Adamus nodded. "Okay." He took a deep breath and submerged himself in the water as Moses began to read. The book glowed with a brilliant white light, and each word shimmered like pure energy. The words of the book echoed through the sacred chamber, powerful and unwavering.
"Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, declares the Lord. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth gives way. For I am the Lord, your healer."
Adamus drifted within the sacred waters, his consciousness floating between realms. The words of Moses reverberated through his soul, each syllable charged with divine power. As the last echo faded, a brilliant white aura erupted from within, wrapping both of them in a celestial embrace. The water itself shimmered, no longer mere liquid but a conduit of something far greater a force beyond mortal comprehension.
Then, everything disappeared.
Adamus found himself suspended in a void of endless light. Before him, a colossal sphere of radiance pulsed with the rhythm of creation itself, a presence so vast that his very being trembled in its wake. His golden eyes ignited on their own, reacting to the entity's unfathomable energy. His breath caught as a luminous hand emerged from the orb, reaching toward him.
His mind raced. Is this Him? The One they spoke of?
The hand pressed gently against his chest, and in that instant, the weight of all existence seemed to bear down upon him. A voice, both thunderous and serene, echoed through the expanse.
"You must save Noah. Gather all who dwell within the Hyperverse and lead them to the vessel. The storm approaches."
Adamus' thoughts were a whirlwind of uncertainty, but clarity struck like a lightning bolt. He clenched his fists, resolve hardening within him. I will find Noah. I will save them. But first… the Seven must fall.
The voice of the Father resounded once more.
"Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall harm you."
The orb faded into nothingness, and the infinite light collapsed into a single point his heart. Power unlike anything he had ever felt surged through him, rewriting the very fabric of his existence.
Then, reality snapped back.
Adamus and Moses burst forth from the sacred waters, their bodies renewed, their spirits ablaze. Adamus inhaled sharply, his every fiber infused with vitality. The wounds, the pain gone. Strength coursed through him, muscles brimming with divine energy. Beside him, Moses stood tall, unwavering, his eyes gleaming with purpose.
Adamus clenched his fists, golden sparks crackling around them. The battle was far from over. The Seven awaited, but so did his destiny.
Moses gestured toward a nearby chest, retrieving a set of garments. He tossed them to Adamus, who caught them effortlessly.
What emerged was no ordinary uniform it was a battle ensemble of pristine white and gold, radiating an almost tangible aura of divine protection. The fitted shirt was no longer simple cloth but a layered armor-shirt, its surface reinforced with sleek plates that shimmered with light. Shoulder guards and plates curved over his frame, angular yet refined, built for both strength and mobility.
Golden boots gleamed at his feet, etched with thunderbolt and lightning motifs that pulsed faintly as though alive. Across the armor's surface, storm-markings traced jagged paths of light, arcs of gold and white that seemed to move like living lightning, branding the armor not just as battle gear, but as a sign of destiny.
Adamus admired Moses' own attire, resplendent in golden armor. "Nice armor, Moses."
Moses smirked. "One of Archangel Michael's sacred armors. It possesses divine properties that shield me from malevolent forces, especially those tied to the Seven Deadly Sins. It even resists dimensional ascension attempts by higher entities."
As he spoke, his form became radiant, the armor of heaven revealing itself piece by piece. A full suit of gold encased him resplendent and terrible in its majesty. Every plate was engraved with scripture and celestial runes, glowing faintly as though written by fire itself. His chest bore the seal of Michael, while his gauntlets shimmered like molten sunlight. The greaves and pauldrons bore layered etchings of wings, as if the very essence of angels had been hammered into the metal.
Finally, he lowered a helm over his head. Forged entirely of divine gold, it covered his face completely, save for the slits where his eyes burned through. Upon the brow of the helm shone a cross etched deep, blazing as if the heavens themselves watched through it.
A flaming sword materialized in Moses' grip, its holy fire reflecting across the armor. He sheathed it across his back with deliberate calm, his expression hidden but his intent clear. Turning to Adamus, his voice carried with the weight of eternity.
"Before we leave," he said, resolute, "I want to teach you something a technique of my people. The Fist of Faith. A strike that doesn't merely damage the body, but obliterates the target's very essence from within, using faith itself as the weapon."
Adamus scratched his arm absentmindedly. "We don't have time for that. We need to move. We need to defeat the Seven Deadly Sins, then head to the Pharaoh,Thutmose III domain to rescue my friends Noah, his family, and the countless people we've gathered across this hyperverse."
Moses narrowed his eyes. "You may be a quick learner, but this technique could be the key to victory. And here, in this sacred space, time and causality are slowed. We can train without delay."
Before Adamus could respond, a sultry voice cut in. Lust. She leaned against the altar, her presence both alluring and menacing. "I think you should listen to him, Adamus. The Seven Deadly Sins we're vulnerable to faith-based energy. It's the one power we've never been able to eradicate. If you want to win, you'll need the Fist of Faith."
Adamus exhaled, eyes flickering with golden radiance. "Trust me, we don't need to waste time." He raised his hands. A surge of energy ignited green flames licked his form, but his fists glowed with an even more profound force: white-hot, unwavering faith. He threw a punch, the force splitting the air itself.
Moses took a step back, eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible… How? You only saw me use it once when I fought Wrath."
Adamus smirked, the golden glow of his irises pulsing like twin stars. "These eyes…"
He pointed to them, and reality seemed to ripple faintly around him.
"Tenshi no Me," he said. "They don't just see they experience. When I look at someone, I don't just observe who they are. I become a part of them. I see the radiant life strings that bind their entire existence past, present, Parallel futures, Simulations future… even the versions that never came to be."
Moses tilted his head. "What do you mean, become a part of them?"
Adamus' voice grew more serious. "I mean I step into their lives. Fully. I call it Parallel Existential Simulation. Inside my irises, infinite parallel worlds open each one a different reflection of someone's life. When I stare into their life strings, I don't just witness what happened I live it. I feel it all. Every choice, every emotion, every scar. I can train with them, fight beside them… even suffer with them. And every time, I walk away with that experience burned into me like I was really there."
He looked Moses directly in the eye, golden threads faintly weaving in the air between them.
"Moses… earlier, when you told me your story about your life… I saw it. I didn't just hear it I lived it. I walked in your sandals. I stood next to you. I felt what you felt. That's why, I knew the Fist of Faith. I didn't just learn the move… I trained in it beside you. I saw your dream for the technique I was there when it was born."
Moses blinked, completely stunned. "That's… amazing. I've never heard of a power like that before. I wish I had it. To see someone's truth like that to fight with them through time… that's something else."
Adamus nodded slowly. "It's powerful, yes. But it's a burden too. It can tear you apart if you stay in those lives too long. Every soul I connect to, every story I live it leaves a mark. The pain, the joy… it becomes mine."
He took a breath, his eyes still glowing faintly. "But if it means understanding the people I fight with and the ones I fight against it's worth it."
Adamus turned to Lust. "Can you track the other sins and teleport us to them?"
Lust nodded, her expression grim. "They're scattered across different multiversal coordinates. Some lurk in alternate timelines, searching for you even as we speak. But that means we have an advantage if we strike first, we can eliminate them one by one."
Adamus clenched his fists, his eyes burning with resolve. "Then that's the plan. We hunt them down. One by one. Until none remain." His gaze hardened as he turned to Lust. "Which of your fellow sins is the weakest? Who do we go after first?"
Lust smirked. "Probably Sloth. Knowing her, she's not even looking for us."
"Then let's move," Adamus said.
Shadows coiled around Lust, the air thickening with an ominous presence. Her body dissolved into swirling black mist. "Then let's begin."
Darkness erupted, swallowing them whole. Reality fractured. Space twisted. Time unraveled. In a single instant, they were gone hurtling through the vast hyperverse toward their next battle.