"Until one day…"
Three of his brothers Gabriel, Michael, and Samael stormed into his office.
Lucifer stood by the tall arched window, gazing out over the golden spires of Heaven, silent and poised. The doors burst open with divine fury.
Michael stepped forward, voice like thunder.
"What is this, Lucifer? You allow my troops to be halted by demons, and you do nothing! It's been decades of your rule and you've brought nothing but misery to mortals… and even to Heaven itself!"
Lucifer slowly turned, a calm smile resting on his face.
"Perhaps next time you make a meeting, brother. I don't appreciate people just barging in."
Gabriel scoffed.
"No more games. We've made appointments countless times. They're always delayed, rescheduled, or ignored. This ends today."
Samael stepped closer, voice steady, full of quiet anger.
"The power has gone to your head, Lucifer. You've twisted Yahweh's laws warped them into your image. It must stop."
Lucifer's smile grew colder.
"Changed the laws? I've changed nothing. Yahweh never changes. The rules remain. And the first rule… I'm in charge. I give the orders now."
Michael's sword sang from its sheath, its divine light casting across the room. He took a step forward.
"I don't care. This ends now."
Lucifer narrowed his eyes.
"Are you sure about that, brother? If you strike me down, the Council will strip you of your title. Do you have evidence? Proof of any crime?"
He spread his hands, mockingly benevolent.
"Are we barbarians now, attacking without trial? If you truly believe I've done wrong go to the Council. Vote me out. Let's see if the rest of the angels agree. I've given them dominion over mortals. I've given them freedom. Do you think they'll take that away?"
Samael raised a hand.
"Michael… stop."
Michael froze, his blade hovering mid-air.
Samael continued.
"He's right. We have no proof. And in many ways… he is following the rules. Twisted or not."
Michael sheathed his sword slowly, eyes locked with Lucifer's.
"We'll be back, brother. But unlike you, we will follow the rules to the very end."
Lucifer's voice was cool as ice.
"Next time… make an appointment."
As they left, Lucifer turned to a few of his most loyal angels.
"Follow them," he ordered. "Report everything. Every meeting. Every whisper. I want to know everything they do."
Days passed.
Lucifer sat in his grand office, reading reports, orchestrating Heaven like a conductor. Suddenly, the doors opened and a young angel rushed in, breathless, clutching a thick stack of parchment.
"What is this?" Lucifer asked, rising.
The angel handed him the papers, trembling.
"It's happened. Yahweh has made… something new."
Lucifer blinked.
"New?"
"Yes," the angel said. "An entirely separate Multiverse. Sealed off from all others across the Hyperverse. It has only one timeline… and according to the documents, it is meant to be perfect. Flawless."
Lucifer's gaze darkened. His hand clenched into a trembling fist.
"No… I'm his last creation. I am the greatest thing he has ever made.".
"Take me there. I want to see it for myself. Everything. Now."
They walked through the glimmering halls of the Eternal Archives, until they reached a massive, freshly hung painting larger than any mural before it.
It depicted the birth of a new Multiverse. A world untouched. Untouched by rebellion. Untouched by war.
At its heart was a planet glowing with divine purity.
Earth.
Lucifer and the young angel stood before it.
"Yes," the angel said, his voice hesitant. "An entirely separate Multiverse… sealed off from all others across the Hyperverse. It has only one timeline, and according to the documents… it's meant to be perfect. Flawless."
Lucifer and the young angel stared at the masterpiece for a long moment… then stepped through.
Within the world, they remained invisible. The air was vibrant, and the earth sang. Beasts of every kind ran through the wilds in harmony, sunlight gleaming off their coats, rivers sparkling with untouched clarity. Nature flourished in sublime order.
And then Lucifer saw them.
A man.
A woman.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Tell me about this world," he said quietly.
The young angel nodded. "According to the documents… Yahweh made it not long ago. It is sinless. Pure. These two… they are the first. The caretakers. They've been given dominion over the entire realm. Our orders are to protect it… not interfere."
He paused, hesitating. "There is only one command for them: they are forbidden from eating the fruit of a certain tree the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil."
Lucifer's lip curled. His gaze stayed fixed on the two innocents.
"No," he whispered to himself. "I am the only thing that's perfect."
He turned to the angel.
"Give me the documents," he said sharply. "We're going to change the rules."
"Yes, sir," the young angel replied, unsure but obedient.
Lucifer raised his hand and summoned an ancient powe something older than even the stars. From the divine soil, he shaped a creature: a serpent, cloaked in elegance and cunning. It slithered toward the woman, curling around the branches of the forbidden tree.
The serpent's voice was soft, winding, almost musical.
"Did the Creator really say you must not eat from any tree in the garden?"
The woman replied, unaware of the trap.
"We may eat from the trees of the garden, but not from the one in the center. We must not eat or even touch it, or we will die."
The serpent coiled tighter.
"You will not surely die."
"Your eyes will be opened. You will be like the gods… knowing good and evil."
The woman looked at the fruit. It glistened, golden-red. It seemed good for food, desirable to the eye… a tree that offered wisdom.
She reached out.
She ate.
Moments later, the man appeared. She gave him the fruit as well, her voice trembling but hopeful. He took a bite.
Lucifer, watching from afar, grinned.
"So much for perfection," he muttered. "Yahweh's perfect world? I don't think so."
He turned to the angel beside him.
"What do the documents say? What happens now?"
The angel, pale with fear, stammered,
"According to the sacred texts, by breaking this one rule eating the fruit
they must be banished. This world… has fallen."
Lucifer laughed, a deep, triumphant sound that echoed through the garden.
"I have made the perfect world fall."
With a swift, commanding gesture, his form shifted
becoming radiant, a shining figure of pure white light.
His voice took on the weight and authority of the Most High,
echoing among the trees like divine decree.
Lucifer, in disguise, pretended to be Yahweh.
"Where are you?"
The two hid among the branches, shame dawning for the first time.
The man answered, "I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid… because I was naked."
"Who told you that you were naked?"
"Did you eat from the tree I commanded you not to eat from?"
The man glanced at the woman.
"She gave me the fruit, and I ate."
The woman lowered her head.
"The serpent deceived me… and I ate."
Then came judgment, rolling like thunder:
To the serpent:
"Because you have done this, you are cursed above all living creatures. On your belly you shall crawl, and dust you shall eat all the days of your life."
"I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers. He shall crush your head, and you shall strike his heel."
To the woman:
"I will multiply your sorrow in childbirth. In pain, you shall bring forth children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you."
To the man:
"Because you listened to her and ate what I commanded you not to… cursed is the ground because of you. In sorrow you will eat from it all the days of your life. Thorns and thistles it will yield, and by sweat and toil you will survive."
Lucifer still in disguise pronounced the final decree.
"This world is now under judgment. The age of innocence is over. You must leave the garden."
The two walked away slowly, clothed in shame.
Lucifer watched, his smile wide with triumph.
"I have corrupted Yahweh's masterpiece," he said to the angel. "They are like us now. They know good and evil. They are no longer pure."
He turned once more. "But they must not eat from the other tree. The Tree of Life. That would make them eternal."
He pointed.
"You. Guard it. Place cherubim at the eastern gate of Eden. And a flaming sword one that turns in every direction. Nothing must pass."
The young angel nodded and obeyed, disappearing into the air.
Lucifer looked back once more at the world.
"Seal this painting. Lock it in my private collection. No one enters it but me."
They stepped out of the painting.
Back in his office, Lucifer had it framed in divine glass, hung beside his throne.
From a distance beyond distance, Adamus still watched.
He listened.
And Beelzebub's voice returned, continuing the tale:
"Lucifer continued his torment on that world Earth. This new Multiverse Yahweh had created… he twisted it with every breath. Jealousy consumed him. He wanted to be the final perfection the last light of Yahweh's legacy."
"He sent plagues. Stirred earthquakes. Brought chaos to the seas. He whispered into the hearts of men, and set them against one another in wars without end."
"Years passed. Then decades. Each age, he grew more reckless. More bold. Eventually… he commanded all of Heaven's hosts to descend into the mortal realm."
"Most had already fallen under his spell. He offered them rule over the mortals. And they accepted."
As Beelzebub spoke, Adamus focused deeper.
Through spirit-thread and dimensional light, he saw it Lucifer standing tall atop a radiant platform in Heaven, his wings stretched wide, his voice ringing out across the firmament.
"This is our time, brothers and sisters!" he declared, golden light flaring behind him like a false sunrise. "I have given you true freedom! Unlike Yahweh, I do not shackle you with rules. Go to the mortal realm especially Earth. Do as you wish. The old laws are dead. We are all gods now."
"And I" he said, raising his arms, "am the son who shines upon you all. I am the Lightbringer. I am the flame that will burn the chains of Heaven."
Below him, a storm of whispers flowed through the host of angels.
Some murmured with doubt.
"Isn't that… against the rules?"
"Would Yahweh truly allow this?"
But others those already marked by the Mark of the Beast cheered, eyes glowing crimson-black.
"He is the head of the Council now!"
"His freedom is true freedom better than Yahweh's law!"
And then it began.
The angels scattered. One by one, they left Heaven. Some soared into alternate mortal realms but most fell toward Earth, the flawless world Yahweh had forged. They descended like falling stars… but not to bless. To conquer.
Lucifer returned to his private chambers.
Within, a glowing orb hovered above his throne a sphere of all-seeing clarity. Through it, he watched the corruption spread. Angels his angels unleashing storms, chaos, and prideful dominion over Yahweh's final creation.
He smiled.
Until
CRASH.
The great doors burst open.
Wings swept the air as three blazing figures entered: Gabriel. Michael. Samael. Swords drawn. Righteous fury in their eyes.
Michael shouted, "This ends now, Lucifer!"
Lucifer spun around, voice venomous.
"How dare you burst through my door without an appointment! I've had enough of your insubordination your insolence! You've defied my orders for years. The Council will strip your rank. All of you."
Gabriel stepped forward, eyes burning.
"No more of your politics, brother. We have spies too. We know what you've done how you've twisted the Council, marked angels with your Beast's seal. You've turned our kin into your pawns."
Samael hovered slightly above, sword glowing with judgment.
"Surrender, brother. Your punishment may yet be merciful."
Lucifer laughed darkly.
"You don't know, do you? A third of all Heaven now answers to me. You stand no chance. You should turn and walk away."
Michael narrowed his eyes.
"You forget I command the Heavenly Army."
Lucifer snarled. "The army that listens to me now. I outrank you all. I am no longer the weakest I am the strongest. The most beloved."
Michael answered without hesitation.
"No. I have my own secret heavenly army."
Lucifer flew into the air, his hands glowing with infernal red and abyssal black.
Portals erupted across the chamber and throughout Heaven itself.
Gateways to Hell.
From the void spilled demons, monstrosities, and beasts of every nightmare. Beelzebub himself stepped through, laughing, directing the assault as infernal legions flooded the skies of paradise.
Above it all, Lucifer watched from on high,
eyes glowing as his brothers clashed in the skies.
Angels against angels. Brothers against brothers.
Flame met lightning. Steel met wing.
Michael fought at the front, his blade singing with divine fury.
He cried out through the chaos:
"You can't run forever, Lucifer!
Not from us…
and not from the evil you've done!"
But Lucifer was already moving.
Lucifer flew from the window, soaring toward Yahweh's throne in the High Castle. As he passed over the burning gardens, he declared:
"This is my time. I will rule all of Heaven. I will be the sun who shines upon the world… and Yahweh will bow to me!"
He reached the throne.
The chamber trembled.
Before him hovered Yahweh a massive orb of blinding white energy, pulsing with sacred eternity. Lucifer summoned a surge of unholy power, red and gold swirling into a sphere of annihilation.
"It's over, Yahweh," he growled. "Consider this your end."
But before he could strike
Gabriel's sword pierced his chest.
Lucifer gasped, frozen in shock.
Gabriel descended and kicked him through a marble pillar, shattering it to dust.
Lucifer rose, blood dripping, fury boiling.
"I'm not the same you used to bully," he hissed. "I am the strongest!"
Gabriel summoned his sword back, light blazing, and the two collided mid-air. Lucifer dodged and unleashed a blast of raw energy, sending Gabriel spiraling.
Then
"Stop," Lucifer commanded.
Narrative energy twisted through the air, slowing Gabriel's momentum, distorting time around him.
"You're lucky, brother," Lucifer mocked. "As an Archangel, you resist the some power of narrative. I can't erase you… but I can control you."
Gabriel couldn't move. Lucifer floated closer, blade aimed.
But
BOOM.
A blast of radiant energy struck Lucifer, hurling him backward through the castle walls.
Samael.
He hovered where Gabriel had fallen, wings extended, glowing with divine power.
Lucifer crashed onto a battlefield where Heaven and Hell clashed. Demons, corrupted angels, loyal hosts all at war.
Lucifer staggered, panting.
"Where are these soldiers from…?" he muttered.
"The secret warriors… Michael spoke of…"
Samael landed before him.
"It's over, brother."
Lucifer's voice shook with rage.
"It's not over until Yahweh is dead, and I am most beloved!"
Lucifer unleashed his power, summoning massive swords from thin air. Samael dodged, and the two clashed steel against steel, wing against wing. The battle shook all of Heaven, ripples spilling into time itself.
Samael gained the upper hand.
With one final blow, he sent Lucifer crashing into the clouds. He descended, pinning him to the ground, sword at his throat.
"It's over, brother."
Lucifer looked up, broken, weeping.
"Please… I'm sorry. Big brother… don't kill me…"
Samael hesitated just one moment.
And that was enough.
Lucifer summoned a host of massive blades within Samael's body piercing him through the chest and limbs, pinning him to the cloudfloor.
"You were always weak," Lucifer said coldly. "Kindness… was your flaw."
He charged a blast to end him.
But
WHAM.
Michael's golden shield crashed into Lucifer's side, sending him flying. The shield followed, smashing into his face.
Michael tackled him mid-air, sword drawn.
Lucifer gritted his teeth and fought back eventually overpowering Michael, slamming him to the ground.
He stood over him, victorious.
"Finally, brother. Who's the weakest now?"
"Who's jealous now?"
Michael coughed, staring into Lucifer's eyes.
"I'm not jealous of you… You've fallen from grace."
As Lucifer raised his weapon to finish him
Gabriel and Samael returned.
Together, they unleashed twin blasts of celestial force, hurling Lucifer off his feet. Michael rose, and the three brothers attacked together.
The battle raged on.
Until
Lucifer looked around, his breath ragged.
His army was in ruin.
All around him, corrupted angels were being struck down,
their once-glorious wings torn and broken as they were cast from the heights.
The skies burned with holy fire, and the walls of Heaven trembled with the final judgment.
Then he saw it
the edge of Heaven.
A jagged boundary between eternal light and unfathomable void.
One by one, his warriors were driven back,
forced to the brink, until they slipped from that sacred ledge
falling into the abyss beyond.
They screamed, wings flailing, trying desperately to fly back upward.
But as they rose, dark, clawed hands emerged from the void,
gripping ankles, tearing feathers,
dragging them downward with absolute force.
It wasn't gravity.
It was higher-dimensional pressure a divine weight pressing down on the damned,
ensuring they could never rise again.
Lucifer turned his back now to the edge of eternity,
his fists clenched in rage and disbelief
when Michael appeared behind him,
his blade glowing with the fury of Heaven.
With a single, blinding thrust, Michael drove the sword through Lucifer's heart.
Lucifer staggered, falling to his knees.
Behind him, the last of his army was swallowed by darkness.
He whispered, breath shallow:
"I am the star that shines upon this world
the star that gives it light.
I am the Lightbringer."
Michael pulled the blade free, then raised it once more,
bringing it down with righteous force,
slamming Lucifer to the ground.
"All stars," Michael said coldly,
"must eventually fall."
Lucifer screamed, clutching his chest in agony.
His pride shattered, his kingdom lost.
"It's not over!" he roared.
"This world is mine!"
And then
It began.
The skies split.
Heaven trembled.
And from the core of rebellion, Lucifer shed his angelic form.
He became the demon the Great Red Dragon.
The mark of the beast awakened within him, burning beneath his skin like a prophecy fulfilled.
His body unfurled across the sky like a living storm.
Seven terrible heads rose from his shoulders, each crowned with power.
Ten horns twisted like thrones of blasphemy.
His scales burned like sun crimson and molten.
His tail swept a third of the stars from Heaven, dragging them screaming into the void.
His wings thundered.
His roar became the scream of nations dying.
And Adamus, watching it all, did not blink.
His gaze pierced the realms of light and fire, through time and timelessness. Beelzebub's voice rang through the air once more no longer echoing, but engraved into the very soul of the moment.
"Lucifer fought for days in that monstrous form," he said. "Wielding the full strength of the Mark of the Beast. Against Michael, Gabriel, Samael... and the special angelic legions still loyal to Heaven's light."
And yet, even in the midst of chaos, he was finally slain.
Wings shattered.
Body broken.
Power drained.
Lucifer fell.
His monstrous form collapsed, crumbling under the weight of his defeat.
He reverted to his angelic form, scorched and trembling, gasping for breath.
Michael stood above him, blade in hand
and with one final, merciless strike, he drove the sword through Lucifer's back,
sealing the rebellion with divine judgment.
Lucifer screamed as the holy light surged through him,
his body hurled across the sky like a dying comet,
trailing fire and feathers as he crashed against the edge of Heaven.
There, blood dripped from his hands,
his breath ragged, his body broken
Until
A blinding beam of holy light speared through the clouds.
Michael.
Without mercy, the Archangel struck,
and Lucifer was sent flying off the sacred edge,
his scream swallowed by the storm of radiance.
He tried to rise once more.
His wings torn, trembling beat against the radiant winds.
He reached upward, clawing toward the divine light...
but it was no use.
A higher-dimensional pressure pressed down upon him,
greater than even he could endure.
He could not fly. He could not rise.
Then, from the rim of reality
where creation ends and judgment begins
hands erupted.
Some were celestial.
Some cursed.
Some neither alive nor dead
but all were unrelenting.
They gripped him,
pulled him downward,
tearing him from the heights of Heaven
and dragging him screaming into the Abyss.
And so fell the Morning Star
not in fire,
but in silence deeper than death.
Beelzebub's voice thickened.
"The Abyss is higher-dimensional. It is not a place it is a punishment. We fell through it. All of us. Lucifer. His armies. Myself. We fell endlessly, for what felt like eternity. Until finally… we landed in Hell."
Lucifer, broken but unyielding, rose from the ashes. And within eons he had conquered even Hell. Beelzebub, me was overthrown. And the Lightbringer became the King of the Damned.
Time passed.
His brothers rebuilt what he had broken. The corrupted were purged. Order restored. Michael was named the Prince of Heaven, his name sung in the stars. The tale of Lucifer how a favored son became the Shadow was told across all realms.
He became the Boogeyman of angels. A warning whispered to newborn seraphs. The Morning Star had become the devourer of light.
But it did not end there.
One day a portal opened in Hell. A tear in the fabric of all reality. From that rupture marched an alien race of pale-blue warriors, armored in advanced metal and clad in war-forged suits. With them came walking machines, weaponized constructs, and most curiously men in suits.
They called themselves the Galaktikós.
The suited men were their leaders.
Beelzebub's voice begins to fade in the background
as Adamus begins to watch the events take place
dimensionally, spiritually.
Still seated in the cave, listening to the story,
And one of them… Adamus recognized.
"No," Adamus whispered. "That can't be… that's Dylan's father. That's Boris the CEO of Pluto Industries…"
And behind Boris stood a figure even more familiar.
"That's… Superior Man. The number one hero in my country."
Boris stepped forward, his voice calm, calculating.
"We come from a world beyond this one. Your 'hyperverse' is just one layer among boundless others. We've traveled across realities. We've harvested the strongest, taken the rarest. Your realm is next. We offer a deal."
He smiled coldly.
"We give you technology. Weapons. Power beyond comprehension. In return, you help us break into Heaven. Share the hyperverse with us half . How does that sound?"
Lucifer's grin was sharp as a blade.
"I want all of it."
And with that, he ordered his demons to attack. They swarmed, teeth bared, claws raised.
Boris didn't flinch.
"Superior Man."
With a nod, Superior Man stepped forward and annihilated Lucifer's army alone. The others never had to lift a finger.
Lucifer, beaten and bloody, reconsidered.
"Fine. I'll help. We'll make a deal."
Boris nodded.
"Good. I'll leave my lieutenants here to handle your world. Superior Man and I have other hyperverses to conquer. Don't fail me."
The Galaktikós began to work alongside Hell.
With Lucifer's aid, they developed the tools to pierce the veil of Heaven. Together, with their high-tech arsenals and infernal magic, they launched a war unlike any before.
And as the war escalated, the Galaktikós grew desperate.
They unleashed one of their forbidden technologies:
a super-serum an S-ranked drug capable of making any being infinitely stronger.
They gave it to Lucifer.
He became unstoppable.
With newfound strength, he betrayed them.
He tore through Heaven's gates stormed Yahweh's throne and stood before the Source of All. And then…
He absorbed the power of Yahweh himself.
And in that moment, Lucifer's body arched
energy bursting from within, exploding outward in impossible hues:
red, black, white, and gold
each color representing a layer of reality collapsing and reforming around him.
The sky split.
Laws unraveled.
Logic ceased to function.
Lucifer became something beyond comprehension.
Michael and his brothers moved to strike,
but they were already too late.
Not even archangels could reach him now.
He raised his hand slowly,
and with a voice like thunder hidden in a whisper, he spoke:
"Narrative Rewrite."
A storm of divine energy surged from him,
reality tearing as it was rewritten in real time.
The Hyperverse of Israel trembled.
Chronology bent.
Causality warped.
But it was not without resistance.
Deep within the divine essence of Yahweh,
something had remained untouched.
A presence.
A flame.
A memory.
The Holy Spirit.
Lucifer's rewritten light crashed against it
but the Spirit's own radiant force pushed back.
Two forces.
Two authors.
One throne.
Lucifer shaped time like wet clay.
The Spirit carved back.
Back and forth they battled two divine minds locked in an eternal rewrite.
Every clash became a stroke of the pen across existence.
Entire multiverses were rewritten with a gesture.
Concepts shattered, reformed, given new names.
They sat now in a throne room that had once been Yahweh's.
The castle had changed
its golden walls darkened, its spires twisted into metaphysical geometry.
Time moved like breath.
Reality bent with thought.
And within the heart of the castle,
there stretched a dimension with no end
infinite in size,
layered with an infinite number of chessboards,
each one suspended in radiant, surreal space.
Each board represented a multiverse.
Each piece whether pawn, knight, or king was no mere object.
They were souls, virtues, laws, gods, civilizations, and concepts.
To move a piece was to rewrite fate,
to erase a timeline,
or to birth a new cosmic principle.
And seated at every board, across all directions of reality:
infinite Lucifers.
Each one a facet of the original, a reflection playing the same game,
all guided by the power absorbed from Yahweh.
And across from each Lucifer sat the Holy Spirit,
equally infinite in form,
formless yet absolute,
not bound by time or mass,
but anchored in divine memory and resistance.
It was not one game.
It was an infinite war of will.
Each game determining the laws, identities, outcomes, and stories of untold realities
across the entire Hyperverse of Israel.
Lucifer sat at the center of this eternal domain,
on Yahweh's former throne now restored to glorious gold,
gleaming, divine, and towering
a throne of legacy, stolen and rewritten.
Above him hovered fractured halos and spirals of divine code.
His demonic court, spread across the lower planes of the dimension,
watched in reverent awe
locked in a constant battle with the Holy Spirit
for control over the narrative,
the very authorship of the Hyperverse of Israel.
Heaven still stood, untouched and gleaming.
The angels moved with grace, singing hymns, obeying commands
but they did not know.
They did not see the truth.
Their minds and faith had been rewritten by Lucifer's hand.
There was no destruction.
Only corruption wearing the mask of order.
They worshipped a rewritten god.
They danced in a paradise of illusion.
And they did not even know they were no longer free.
The throne had changed.
The game had begun.
And the true war was no longer fought with swords
but with stories.
"I warned him," Beelzebub said, his voice low and weary.
"I told him this isn't balance. This is destruction."
"But I warned him more than that.
Eventually, Yahweh will fight back."
He paused, eyes darkening.
Beelzebub said,
"Lucifer, you might be equal to the Holy Spirit now.
You might have absorbed some of Yahweh's power,
but Yahweh's true strength is beyond all comprehension.
When he sees the flood of sin too great to ignore
he will rewrite everything.
Even you cannot resist his full might.
You're lucky he still allows free will."
Those words cut deep into Lucifer's pride.
Lucifer's eyes darkened.
"If that is his true power freedom
then I shall take it away from all."
In defiance, Lucifer gathered the Seven Deadly Sins
rage, envy, greed, pride, and the rest
and commanded them to hunt down every other concept in the Hyperverse.
They struck without mercy
seeking happiness, joy, love, communion, friendship
and when they found it, they stabbed it, ripped it apart,
absorbing its light into themselves to ensure it could never return.
Their relentless assault repeated endlessly,
erasing every flicker of hope or light from the Multiverse,timelines.
But there was one thing they could never find:
the Concept of Faith.
And they couldn't find me either
for I fled from Lucifer's reign.
Faith remained elusive, hidden, untouchable.
"They still search for it today," Beelzebub said quietly.
Lucifer ruled, but the Holy Spirit fought on.
Their battle was constant quiet yet cosmic
stretching across trillions of decades and still ongoing to this day.
Only a few decades ago,
our Father sent a warning through the Hyperverse.
He sent His prophets across time,
urging all to prepare,
to hold fast in faith.
"The sin has gone on too long.
The Hyperverse will collapse.
I will end it… and begin anew.
But before the end, a man named Noah will rise
guiding a great ark, a divine vessel crafted by providence.
He will gather two of every creature from across the Hyperverse,
to save them from the coming judgment.
With him will come his warriors
beings who dwell beyond existence,
born outside the known multiverses.
Alongside them will stand the chosen Israelites,
led by Moses,
the one who carries unshakable faith in his heart.
Together, they will save the faithful
those who believe, those who remain true
and lead them to a New World,
a place flowing with milk and honey,
free of sin,
bathed in divine light.
This was the message:
The End Times had begun.
But beyond destruction, there was hope.
Our Father promised to rebuild a new Hyperverse
one without sin,
one bathed in light.
He would shine a Hyper First Rainbow across the skies
a divine symbol of love for all creation,
Beelzebub looked around the cave, his voice falling to a hush.
Around him stood Adamus, Kiyohime, Hunter, Noah, and Moses
each of them pale beneath the weight of the truth just spoken.
"And that," Beelzebub said quietly, "is the story of how the Hyperverse of Israel was forged…
how Lucifer fell…
and how he took control of all things."
"He rewrites reality with every breath."
"But his throne still trembles because Lucifer knows that as long as faith remains in the world,
he cannot win."
He laughed dryly.
"Especially with warriors like you still alive."
The crew stirred, murmuring to one another, struggling to absorb the revelation.
Then, as if on silent cue, they began to move taking to the air or the ground,
racing toward Noah's Ark, toward salvation and the center of the Hyperverse.
But Adamus paused at the cave's exit.
He turned back, facing Beelzebub.
"You don't have to die here," Adamus said, eyes firm.
"You can come with us.
I know you think you have to repent to atone for helping Lucifer become what he is
but it doesn't have to end like this.
You still have a choice."
Beelzebub smiled faintly, his old eyes glinting with sorrow and resolve.
"It's fine. I'd rather die here. Let the energy of the End Times erase me."
He placed a hand over his chest.
"Remember, I'm a concept. I'll be born again… maybe next time I'll be better. Maybe I'll make the right choices."
From the Ark, Kiyohime and Hunter shouted,
"Adamus! Time to go we have to hurry! We can finally head back home!"
Beelzebub looked up at Adamus one last time.
"Go. You've already saved more than you realize.
Go save your people.
And trust me…
your mother is safe."
Adamus blinked. "How do you know about my mother?"
Beelzebub grinned gently.
"I know many things.
I have many powers, Adamus… some not so different from yours.
Take care, my friend."
Adamus nodded slowly, then leapt skyward
his golden aura trailing behind him as he soared back toward the Ark.
Together, the crew flew away from the dying world,
heading toward the center of the Hyperverse,
toward the Ark,
toward home.
But later that night
chaos erupted back at the cave.
The silence twisted into agony.
A spear of demonic metal jutted from Beelzebub's abdomen.
He stumbled forward, black blood dripping down his armor, staining the floor.
His breath rattled.
"So…" he coughed, looking up, "…you finally found me."
What stood before him was not just one monster but 4.
They emerged from the dark like nightmares carved from hellfire.
First came Belial the Prince of Hell and a dreaded Nephilim hybrid, born of angel and mortal flesh.
He towered atop a massive winged warhorse, a beast as huge as a Clydesdale, its broad muscles rippling beneath a hide mottled with rot and bone.
The horse's skull was a terrifying relic sun-bleached and cracked, with gnarled horns curling back from its temples, and great leathery wings stretched wide, casting shadows like storm clouds over the battlefield.
Belial himself was a monstrous fusion of dark divinity and fallen humanity.
His ashen gray skin cracked like cooled magma, revealing faint veins of smoldering embers beneath.
Two massive horns spiraled upward from his brow, framing a face both beautiful and terrible, where dark red hair veiled one glowing bloodshot eye.
His other eye burned with malevolent crimson fire, pulsing with ancient hunger and ruthless power.
He wore armor forged from shadows and flame black plates streaked with blood red and bruised violet, swirling like thunderclouds charged with violence.
Wherever Belial went, misfortune clung like a shadow, sowing bad luck and despair to those caught in his wake.
Together, the Prince and his colossal winged steed cut an epic figure power incarnate, heralding ruin and darkness wherever their ominous silhouettes fell.
Beside him stood the beast known as Behemoth
a towering monstrosity, as tall as a war machine and built like a god of extinction.
His muscular frame combined the like a bear, the snout of a Komodo dragon, rhinoceros legs, and a jagged alligator tail.
His jet-black skin rippled with glowing red veins, pulsing like molten lava beneath the surface.
Though they stood deep within a cavern, wherever Behemoth went, storms gathered above, as if the very sky itself recoiled at his presence.
When he roared, the sound shattered Universes and bent reality
a raw, devastating force that made the cave tremble and the air thicken with power.
His eyes burned like dying suns, cold and merciless.
With every step, the earth cracked beneath him, and the air scorched in his wake.
Behemoth was no mere beast he was the living embodiment of destruction itself.
And then came Asmodeus, striding forward on his bull-like legs, thick with muscle and wrapped in matted black fur.
Each hoofstep cracked the stone beneath him like thunder, and though he had only two legs, the beastly shape of them made him seem like he bore the weight of a kingdom.
His upper body rose unnaturally tall humanoid, yet stretched, cloaked in flowing white and gold robes that shimmered like the vestments of a high priest.
But beneath the regal exterior was a body crawling with raw madness.
On his back, wrapped in crimson-stained cloth, were two additional heads twisted faces pressed against his flesh like the marks of a cursed birth.
They bled constantly, and though their eyes were hidden, their mouths whispered vile truths through the fabric, their voices felt more than heard.
These were no ornaments they were sentient, cursed fragments of something ancient and unspeakable.
His main face was a horror of duality: half-man, half-beast, with a jaw too wide, and eyes like dying suns, burning with cruelty and hollow triumph.
He smiled as if he had already won.
Beside him stood Lilith a demon-angel, both divine and damned.
She was tall, lithe, and moved with deadly precision, every step deliberate and unnervingly calm.
Her presence alone distorted the air, as reality bent slightly around her.
Her golden eyes glowed like burning scripture hypnotic and unreadable.
Jet-black hair fell in smooth waves around her face, moving with her like living shadow.
Two obsidian horns curled from her forehead, sharp and polished like they'd pierced a thousand heavens.
From her back spread enormous black wings, each feather edged in blade-like tips.
And they dripped with blood not just any blood, but endless, eternal, infinite blood from all the beings she had personally slain.
It streamed in slow, steady lines, hissing as it touched the ground, refusing to dry.
Clutched casually in one hand was her sword
a weapon forged in silence and slaughter, its blade completely black,
as if it had devoured every ounce of light it ever touched.
It pulsed faintly, alive with the echoes of things it had destroyed.
Her demonic energy flooded the space, thick and suffocating,
enough to make even ancient beings hesitate.
She stood in sharp black heels, perfectly poised in the chaos, untouched by it.
Her smile didn't comfort.
It warned.
Beelzebub, blood still dripping, narrowed his eyes.
"…Just hurry up and get it over with."
From the shadows, Belial urged his demonic steed forward. The horse's hooves cracked stone beneath it, its skeletal face snorting plumes of red mist. The armored juggernaut rode until he loomed above the fallen Beelzebub. His voice was dry and mocking.
"My Queen, Lilith what should we do with him?" he asked without turning. "We've hunted him for eons… ever since the rest of the concepts were devoured. We helped the Sins kill and absorb them all. But this one always escaped. Him… and the one we could never catch Faith."
A figure stepped forward, regal and terrible.
Lilith.
She didn't answer immediately. Her heels clicked softly against the stone as she approached. Her silhouette shimmered in the flickering cave light, her wings dripping with eternal blood, a black sword slung across her back, pulsing faintly with demonic hunger. Her eyes flared like molten gold.
She barely glanced at Beelzebub.
"He's weak," she said coldly. "I don't need his energy. Either of you can kill him. Or absorb him. I don't care."
She turned her gaze toward the darkness above.
"Our mission lies ahead. Lucifer wants Moses and that child Vajra."
Asmodeus, ever formal, bowed his horned head.
"My Queen… why has our Lord Lucifer sent us after them? Why are these beings so important?"
Lilith's voice dropped, almost reverent.
"Because Lucifer believes he's found it... after all these ages."
She paused.
"Faith."
The air thickened at the word.
"Moses has been chosen," she continued. "Faith has bonded to him. He's become its avatar. He must be absorbed. Or destroyed."
"And that boy… Vajra…" she narrowed her eyes. "He's more than a child. He is a concept too Compassion. But not from this Hyperverse. He comes from another. His version of Compassion still breathes. Still fights."
Her wings stretched wide as blood dripped like a waterfall behind her.
"Lucifer wants him alive. He wants to consume him personally."
She turned to the others.
"Finish Beelzebub. I'm heading to the Ark."
And in a breath of black smoke, Lilith vanished.
Behemoth snarled with glee, his massive frame vibrating.
"Finally! We've found Faith. And now Compassion too."
Behemoth cracked his claws against the cave wall, stone shattering.
"I'm starving.
Let's see if he tastes as powerful as he sounds."
Asmodeus nodded, his two hidden heads twitching beneath their cloth shrouds.
"Then let's move. Our Queen awaits us… and the feast."
Belial lifted his hand once more, the red ring of demonic energy spinning faster now.
It shrieked like a storm compressed into a heartbeat.
"I love absorbing concepts," he whispered, smiling darkly.
"They're so rich… full of memory, power, and regret.
They taste like truth."
He thrust his palm forward.
Beelzebub's body jerked, his form unraveling into light and shadow.
His essence, memory, identity, and very concept were pulled from him,
devoured and sealed inside the crimson ring.
He didn't scream only closed his eyes.
"Maybe next time… I'll be better."
Outside the cave, the sky had darkened.
The three demons stepped into the open and looked up
and there it was.
A boat, no a vessel larger than the planet beneath their feet.
It hovered silently in the sky, impossibly massive, forged of obsidian, bone, and celestial gold.
Its hull was carved with faces crying, screaming, laughing all trapped in eternal motion.
The decks were crowded: demons of every kind, red-skinned and black-skinned,
horns like spirals, spears, or antlers. Some had wings. Some had tails. Some had both.
Among them stood fallen angels, and demon-angels like Lilith beings caught between two natures.
Asmodeus raised his hand to the sky.
"Our Queen awaits us," he said grimly. "And so do our prizes."
"Two concepts, ripe for the taking."
Without another word, the three villains launched into the air, black flames and thunder trailing behind them,
racing toward the Ark,
as the boat itself began to move, flying toward the center of the Hyperverse
toward Vajra, Moses, and the final clash.