Inside Yahweh's Infinite Castle
Adamus, Kiyohime, Hunter, Gabriel, Samael, Michael, and Jesus soared through the endless halls of divine architecture an infinite castle of cosmic proportions. The Archangels and Jesus moved at immeasurable speeds, light bending around them like silk.
Adamus, linked through his golden Life Strings, extended his divine connection to Kiyohime and Hunter, allowing them to move just as fast. They darted through titanic pillars and celestial corridors, turning left and right through shifting cosmic structures that spiraled with starlight.
As they flew, Jesus turned to Adamus, his voice calm but heavy.
Jesus: "When we finally reach Yahweh… you must give me the other half of faith. So I can make the sacrifice."
Adamus frowned, golden eyes flaring with concern.
Adamus: "Why does it have to be a sacrifice? Why can't you just extract the energy of faith from yourself and offer it to Yahweh?"
Jesus smiled softly, flying beside him.
Jesus: "Because, 'Greater love has no one than this that someone lay down his life for his friends... and family.' Isn't that what we all do? Sacrifice for those we love? And I love this world."
He looked ahead, wind brushing through his divine robes.
Jesus: "Since I became flesh, I've felt what it means to be mortal. I've felt the pain and the hope across this Hyperverse what Lucifer has done. I must cleanse it. With my blood. With my sacrifice.
'Without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness of sins.'
'For this is my blood of the covenant, poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.'"
Adamus, voice softening: "I understand… but there has to be another way."
Jesus shook his head.
Jesus: "There isn't. Remember your friend Moses. He held the other half of faith. He was ready to make the sacrifice alongside me to end all sin. He was willing to lay down his life, not just for those he loved, but for those he had never even met."
A single tear rolled down Adamus's cheek.
Adamus: "I miss him already. Moses was… like a father I never had. He died in my hands. I promised him I'd fix this world… I will bring faith back to Yahweh."
His voice strengthened with resolve.
Adamus: "You're right. Love is sacrifice. I watched Moses give everything to protect his people. I understand, Jesus… I understand."
They pressed onward, flying through impossibly vast sanctums and colossal divine halls. Then, as they entered a wide-open celestial plaza beneath a massive silver moon, the scene became serene: golden clouds drifted above rivers of light, and monumental statues of angels towered over them in solemn reverence.
But suddenly
Boom!
A wave of pink energy exploded behind them.
They twisted and swerved midair, dodging as dozens of cosmic fan-blasts shot through the sky. Statues cracked and shattered. Craters ruptured the golden clouds. The very walls of Yahweh's castle quaked under the barrage.
The group found shelter behind a massive celestial statue.
Adamus threw up a life-string barrier as pink explosions rocked the sky around them.
Kiyohime peeked out from behind the statue, her serpentine eyes narrowing.
There she was.
INT. YAHWEH'S INFINITE CASTLE CELESTIAL PLAZA NIGHT UNDER A SILVER MOON
Golden clouds drift above rivers of light. The team stands beneath colossal angelic statues. Suddenly, laughter echoes through the sacred sky.
RAGUEL (hovering midair, her pink wings shimmering)
Spinning her cosmic fan with both elegance and menace, she grins.
RAGUEL
"Found you. You can't hide forever... Eventually, that thing you're clinging to is going to break."
With every wave of her fan, hundreds of pink energy blasts rain across the castle like divine meteor showers. The team ducks behind the titanic statues, which begin to crack under the pressure.
MICHAEL (tense)
"We can't stay here forever. Neither should we fight her not now. We need to move. Who knows how long until the others arrive, soldiers... or worse the other generals."
SAMAEL
"I agree. If we fight her, it needs to be fast. We don't have time. And who knows what Lucifer has planned next."
Kiyohime and Hunter exchange a silent look. Then Kiyohime speaks.
KIYOHIME (calm but resolute)
"I'll stay behind. I'll fight her. You get Jesus to Yahweh."
HUNTER (nodding)
"I'll stay with her. Just in case."
ADAMUS (stepping forward)
"No. We fight together. We leave together."
KIYOHIME (looking him in the eye)
"This is the best strategy. You have to go. Gabriel, Samael, Michael they know the way. We don't."
Gabriel places a reassuring hand on Adamus's shoulder.
GABRIEL
"She's right. It's a good plan. Your friends are strong. I believe they'll win and catch up."
Adamus pauses, then smiles at them.
ADAMUS
"You're right... I do have confidence in you two."
HUNTER
"Good. Then it's settled. We'll distract her. You all run."
Adamus steps forward and pulls out a glowing life string a thread of pure radiant energy. He ties it gently around their wrists.
ADAMUS
"This will connect you to me. When you win and you will follow the thread. It'll guide you to us."
Above them, Raguel's attacks intensify. Her pink energy blasts crash down, destroying the massive statues protecting the crew. One blast hits Adamus's shield shattering it.
KIYOHIME (shouting)
"Go already! We got this!"
Kiyohime claps her hands together, gathering venomous energy.
KIYOHIME
"Mutation Realm: Venom Wrath Dokudo!"
A beam of green poison erupts from her mouth, intercepting the incoming blasts. Hunter reacts swiftly, bending the golden water surrounding them. It forms into massive water dragons, launching toward Raguel.
Raguel flies in the air, weaving and dodging through the attacks. The distraction works Gabriel, Samael, Michael, Jesus, and Adamus bolt forward, flying and running deeper into the celestial corridors of Yahweh's castle.
Raguel spots them escaping from the corner of her eye. Her expression hardens.
RAGUEL (furious)
"You think you can distract me!?"
She surges forward at immeasurable speed, but unknowingly enters Kiyohime's toroidal field a higher-dimensional gravitational technique. Time and space warp as her movement slows.
Kiyohime blitzes forward at immeasurable speed, propelled by her Toroidal Energy Field and as well as her allies. Her blade grazes Raguel's cheek just enough to cut a single strand of her pink hair.
Before Raguel can react, Hunter's golden water dragon crashes into her, launching her into the side of a towering cosmic statue. It crumbles from the impact.
Raguel slowly rises from the rubble, smiling with wild delight. She dusts off her wings, still glowing with fury.
RAGUEL (grinning)
"Nice sneak attack. But really just the two of you? Step aside. Lucifer doesn't care about you. I want the kid... Vajra. And Jesus."
Kiyohime and Hunter step forward, side by side, unwavering.
KIYOHIME & HUNTER
"Then you'll have to go through us."
EXT. DIVINE PLAZA INSIDE YAHWEH'S CASTLE SHATTERED HEAVENLY BATTLEFIELD
Kiyohime stands at full power her toroidal energy field warping the air around her. Even the golden water and floating clouds ripple under the dimensional pressure. Her sword, Shi no Tanjo The Birth of Death, hums with killing intent. Her eyes, glowing violet with Toki no Me the Eyes of Time, begin to bleed. Two white horns spiral out from her forehead, demonic power crackling around her.
Beside her floats Hunter, his body cloaked in golden higher-dimensional angelic water, glowing white with the power of faith. Dozens of water dragons orbit him, their scales rippling with sacred energy. Blue and white halos pulse around his back. His wings, radiant and vast, stretch wide behind him.
RAGUEL (hovering with her fan, smiling with disdain)
"So… this is supposed to scare me? I have my father. My Lord Lucifer. His love protects me from all."
KIYOHIME (eyes narrowing)
"He doesn't love you. He's using you like he uses everyone."
RAGUEL (offended rage surging)
"How dare you! My father loves me. He made me the Angel of Love. What do you know of love, demon?"
(Points her fan at Hunter.)
"And you… You're just a weakling. I'll rip those wings off your back."
HUNTER (quiet but firm)
"You don't know what love is. You're obsessed. That's not love. If it came down to it, he'd sacrifice you in a heartbeat."
RAGUEL (screaming)
"You're wrong! He loves me! He said he'd risk his life for me!"
Her massive cosmic fan expands, and dozens of smaller pink fans appear around her floating, spinning like blades. With a motion, she launches them like a storm of divine razors.
Hunter reacts raising a shield of golden water from the golden River nearby and white energy. The Shield of Faith holds, even as the fans explode against it in blinding flashes of pink and gold.
Kiyohime soars into the air, weaving between fan blades, eyes locked onto Raguel. When close enough, her Toki no Me activates, freezing Raguel mid-motion.
KIYOHIME (raising her blade)
"This ends now!"
But a sudden, invisible force a higher-dimensional wind blasts her away, tearing through time-space. She flips and catches herself midair.
KIYOHIME (gasping)
"What was that?!"
Raguel breaks the time-freeze and floats down, smirking.
RAGUEL
"The world loves me too much to let me suffer. That's my Lord Lucifer's gift The World."
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Raguel possesses a divine power known as The World. As long as her body remains completely still, any incoming attack no matter how powerful is nullified. The World responds by surrounding her with higher-dimensional wind forces, a defense so absolute that it deflects all physical, magical, and spiritual harm. These winds are not merely barriers they are manifestations of reality itself protecting her.
Only the most advanced higher-dimensional time-based abilities, capable of rewriting causality or forcing involuntary movement across timelines, have any chance of bypassing it. Otherwise, as long as she remains still, The World will not let her suffer.
End of narration.
RAGUEL (calmly fanning herself)
"The World won't allow me to be harmed. It sends the divine wind to strike my enemies. I don't even have to move."
Suddenly, Hunter charges from behind, sword glowing. Raguel dodges, summoning her fan. She swings it sending a tornado of love-forged wind slamming into both him and Kiyohime. They crash into opposite cloudbanks, scattering the golden terrain.
They recover, breathless but not broken.
KIYOHIME
"That wind… it's similar to my Toroidal Field, but a better defense."
HUNTER
"Then how do we defeat someone the world itself is shielding?"
KIYOHIME (analyzing)
"She's only used it while still. She can't move and maintain it at the same time. That's her weakness."
She places her palm on the cloud-ground. A pulse of black-green venomous energy spirals outward.
KIYOHIME (chanting)
"Mutation Realm: Kūhaku Uwabami Void Serpent!"
The battlefield trembled beneath her voice. The golden clouds that formed the very ground split apart like torn silk, unraveling reality itself was being peeled open. From the depths below, a monstrous form began to rise a serpent so vast and dark it made the a world feel small. Its scales were blacker than oblivion, its body thicker than mountains, coiling endlessly through the sky, through time, through existence itself.
Its eyes blazed like dying red suns, ancient and wrathful, and its head was crowned with jagged void-spikes that twisted like curses cast by forgotten gods. When it opened its mouth, there was no flesh, no tongue only the yawning maw of the abyss, a hunger that even eternity dared not measure.
And upon its massive skull, standing unshaken amid the chaos, were Kiyohime and Hunter poised like sovereigns of death, ready to turn the tide of fate.
RAGUEL (hovering opposite, fan spinning)
"You still don't get it… this won't be enough."
She fans herself again, the world's wind rising in her favor.
RAGUEL (cold and smiling)
"The world loves me too much to let me feel pain. You two will die today."
RAGUEL (hovering, glowing with pink light, her fan gently waving)
"And you dare question Lord Lucifer's love for me? Why would he grant me this gift that I shall never suffer?"
With a divine shriek, she bursts forward at immeasurable speeds.
Below her, the Void Serpent, with Kiyohime and Hunter still standing atop its massive head, lunges. Its fangs, large enough to consume mountains, snap toward her.
Raguel dodges with divine precision, spinning through the air as she drives multiple punches into the serpent's face, each one rippling with cosmic shockwaves. The serpent reels back, smashing into several colossal angel statues, reducing them to rubble.
It retaliates with a full-body swing, but Raguel blocks it mid-air with ease, countering by uppercutting the beast into the sky.
ABOVE – IN THE SKY
Raguel chases the airborne Void Serpent. Suddenly
TAT-TAT-TAT!
Golden and white water bullets, charged with the Power of Faith, rain down on her from above. She halts and waves her fan.
A higher-dimensional divine wind erupts, dissolving the blasts before they reach her.
KIYOHIME (appearing high above, shouting)
"Mutation Style: Dark Thunder Dragon Yamirairyū!"
A black lightning dragon thunders downward huge, violent, seething with demonic energy but Raguel's divine wind blocks it effortlessly.
RAGUEL (laughs in triumph)
"Is that all?!"
She dashes through the smoke, grabs both Kiyohime and Hunter, and slams them into the golden cloud-ground. The Void Serpent crashes nearby, groaning, battered.
Bloodied and winded, Kiyohime watches her wounded serpent fall. Her mind races.
KIYOHIME (thinking)
"Even my most powerful techniques only make her stronger… I can't hit her if the world itself protects her."
RAGUEL (raising a fan, glowing with cosmic markings)
"You cannot win. Now suffer the wind of heaven!"
She waves her Higher-Dimensional Fan, unleashing wind so powerful it bends space-time, shredding clouds, slashing skin, drawing blood. Reality warps.
Kiyohime activates her toroidal energy field, protecting her and Hunter. The winds twist and distort around them, unable to touch their core.
The two warriors charge once more, striking in harmony. Their blades flash, cutting through fragments of space. Raguel stands still, her wind blocking every blow. Again. Again. Again.
They fall back, bruised and kneeling.
RAGUEL (bored, fanning herself)
"This is too dull. Did you even land a hit yet?"
Kiyohime's eyes flick to her massive serpent writhing, bleeding, fading. She breathes deeply.
KIYOHIME (to Hunter)
"I have an idea… My Immortal Poison, Fushidoku. It can poison even souls immortals, spirits…"
HUNTER
"But her wind will protect her."
KIYOHIME (smirking)
"Only if it knows she's the target."
Kiyohime touches the cloud-ground, amplifying her toroidal field to wrap around her and Hunter. She screams skyward:
KIYOHIME
"Mutation Style: Immortal Poison Fushidoku!"
The Void Serpent's eyes glow violet. It opens its mouth, charging the void-poison. Raguel scoffs.
RAGUEL
"Your poison won't touch me. The world will protect me!"
KIYOHIME (yelling)
"Aim at me! All of it! Make me the sole target!"
The serpent redirects the beam an endless stream of void-poison directly at Kiyohime.
The entire battlefield is swallowed in a purple-black fog of spiritual decay. The poisonous smoke rolls outward like an apocalyptic tide.
Raguel remains still, surrounded by her divine wind. A glowing bubble shields her.
RAGUEL (laughs inside the storm)
"You thought that would work? The world still protects me intent doesn't matter!"
But as she gloats, she suddenly notices
Hunter, floating above, forming a massive golden dragon of water.
The Void Serpent's tail, swinging like a black star, crashes down.
Kiyohime, summoning Yamirairyū again lightning strikes her from above.
Each strike nullified. She's still. Protected. Untouchable.
HUNTER (growling in frustration)
"She's untouchable as long as she stands still! There's no way to break through."
KIYOHIME (eyes bleeding, smiling grimly)
"There's one way left…"
KIYOHIME
"Throughout this fight… my eye has been scanning her. Capturing every movement like a reel of film."
HUNTER
"Film? What do you mean?"
KIYOHIME
"Every action she's taken every motion, every step my eye recorded it. Stored it. I can now attach her present body to a moment in the past, forcing her to repeat it. If I rewind her to a time she was flying… she'll move again, even now."
HUNTER
"And once she moves… the wind can't protect her."
KIYOHIME (activating her power)
"Toki no Me: Time film."
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KIYOHIME (activating her power)
"Toki no Me: Time Film."
One of the forbidden techniques granted by her Purple Eyes, Time Film allows Kiyohime to weaponize memory itself. Through her ocular power, every action every step, every breath, every motion taken by her target is recorded like frames of a living reel. And with a single command, she can rewind a body to relive a specific moment from the past, forcing it to repeat that exact movement in the present.
Whether it was one second ago or an hour before, it doesn't matter. If she channels enough energy, she can make someone relive that same action endlessly for minutes, hours… even days.
A fighter can be made to throw the same punch over and over. A sleeper can be trapped in slumber, never waking. A warrior can be forced to battle themselves in a loop for eternity. Time becomes a prison, and Kiyohime is the warden.
And of narration.
Her bleeding purple eyes glow bright. In one pupil: Raguel flying. In the other: Raguel standing still.
The two images merge
SNAP.
She finds herself flying through the poison fog, and before she can stop
RAGUEL (mid-air, confused)
"What?! I was just standing what is this?!"
Her body jerks uncontrollably, reliving the exact movements she made earlier. Her arms stretch, her wings beat she finds herself flying directly into the poison fog.
COUGH. COUGH.
Her eyes go wide. She gasps. Her body convulses.
RAGUEL (choking)
"No… The poison… It's inside me… She made me move… The wind didn't didn't protect me…"
Something someone feels like they're pulling her. Her body loses altitude as she begins to fall, spiraling helplessly.
Below, Hunter's hand pulses with glowing power. He reaches out with his gift spiritual blood manipulation. With a flick of his wrist, he commands Raguel's soul itself.
Her body drops, crashing through the golden clouds, shattering the glowing battlefield below. But before she can become still
Hunter jerks his hand upward.
Raguel's body lifts violently. She twitches, spasms, convulses forced to move. Every time her body slows, he pulls again, keeping her in motion. She cannot rest. She cannot stop. And because she cannot be still… The World cannot protect her.
KIYOHIME (raising her hand, voice cold)
"Mutation Style: Serpent's Curse Jajū!"
From beneath the golden clouds, multiple shadow serpents explode forth, coiling and snapping through the air. They strike her from every side biting, tearing, injecting their immortal venom as her body flails and twitches.
She screams as the poison surges deeper into her already damaged soul. Her body shakes violently. Still forced to move. Still unable to be protected.
KIYOHIME (walking forward, sword in hand)
"Shi no Tanjo – Birth of Death."
*She drives the ethereal blade through Raguel's chest not flesh, but spirit. The blade, forged to slay immortals and souls, hums with finality.
RAGUEL (whispers)
"…Lucifer… you said… you loved me…"
Her fan drops. Her wings dissolve into pink dust. Her body begins to unravel.
She falls silently into the golden clouds below.
The air still trembles from the death of Raguel. Her pink light is gone. Silence settles.
THE VOID SERPENT lifts its head one final time, eyes glowing violet. With a thunderous inhale, it sucks back all the immortal poison cleansing the battlefield. The golden clouds return, the warped realm mending itself.
Kiyohime's toroidal energy field flickers… then fades. She and Hunter collapse, drained beyond mortal exhaustion.
KIYOHIME (panting)
"That… was tougher… than I thought…"
The Void Serpent coils into itself and vanishes like black mist into the ether.
Hunter is the first to rise, shaky but focused.
HUNTER (offering his hand to her)
"Come on. The others still need us."
Kiyohime accepts his help, slowly rising. They glance down at their wrists, where an invisible thread of light faintly shimmers.
KIYOHIME
"How are we supposed to activate this?"
FLASHBACK TO ADAMUS'S VOICE
"Follow it. It'll guide you."
As if responding to memory, the golden life string suddenly glows becoming visible, radiant with divine intent. The thread pulses once, and then their bodies begin to lift.
They are pulled forward at immeasurable speeds, light streaming behind them as they fly.
HUNTER & KIYOHIME (in unison)
"We're on our way!"
INT. YAHWEH'S INFINITE CASTLE SHATTERED HALL OF TIME
Meanwhile, in another section of the castle, Adamus, Gabriel, Samael, Michael, and Jesus soar through corridors of cosmic geometry and sacred architecture, carved from the bones of creation itself.
They arrive in a ruined sanctum once glorious, now forgotten.
The walls are cracked. Massive angel statues lie broken. Pillars have collapsed. The bodies of fallen soldiers and angels are scattered dust-covered and still glowing faintly with what's left of their grace.
ADAMUS (flying slowly)
"What is this place? What happened here?"
GABRIEL (grim)
"I remember this. This is where we fought Lucifer… when he first came to seize Yahweh's throne."
He looks around, bitter.
GABRIEL
"He never cleaned it. Just left them here. Unburied. Forgotten."
ADAMUS (softly)
"Where do their souls go? When an immortal or spirit is actually killed… what happens to them?"
JESUS (solemn, eyes forward)
"They vanish. Forever. Unless someone with the Strength calls them back."
He closes his eyes.
JESUS
"I'll bring them back. All of them. All who fell because of Lucifer's sins."
Suddenly, a sound like glass screaming echoes across the chamber. The team halts midair as a colossal HOURGLASS crashes down in front of them, shattering nearby ruins.
Then another falls. And another. And more some the size of towers, others tiny and floating in place like debris frozen in time.
One smashes through the corpse of a fallen angel. Another cracks a celestial pillar in half. The area trembles under the weight of something… unnatural.
MICHAEL (tensely scanning the skies)
"…Something's wrong."
All of them turn their gaze upward and see him.
Zerachiel – The Angel of Time's Edge
Floating high above them, seated upon a throne carved from the shell of a massive, ancient hourglass, hovered a figure who seemed less like a being and more like the final echo of time itself. Zerachiel did not radiate life; he emanated finality a phantasm pulled from the very brink of existence.
He was impossibly tall, his form emaciated, hollow, and hauntingly endless. His skin was stretched thin across skeletal limbs, ghost-pale and dry like ancient parchment. Long black hair draped over his face like a mourning veil, partially concealing eyes that burned with a deep, crimson glow eyes that saw the death of moments, the extinction of eras.
From his back extended a ruined pair of skeletal wings, vast and tattered. Each exposed bone was carved with faded prophecies, extinct calendars, and runes long forgotten by even the stars. They stretched not to fly, but to loom monuments to the decay of time itself.
Most harrowing of all was the hourglass that floated near his feet a relic etched with divine inscriptions that glowed faintly in the shadows. At first, it was no larger than a human head, but as he stepped onto it, the hourglass expanded, growing into a vast, hovering platform beneath him. Inside, golden sand flowed both upward and downward, each grain defying the laws of chronology. As it moved, it did not tick it screamed in silence, an agonizing pressure that pierced the soul. Time wasn't passing. It was bleeding.
Zerachiel muttered under his breath, his crimson eyes distant as he floated on his throne-shaped hourglass high above the golden clouds.
"Death is the only way."
With a gentle fan of his skeletal wings, a rain of hourglasses began to fall from the sky like silent comets. Some crashed into the battlefield, rupturing higher-dimensional pressure fields and freezing splintered fragments of reality mid-air.
Adamus watched the spectacle, unease crawling up his spine. "This guy gives me the creeps," he muttered. "Michael, the last thing we need is distractions. We're almost there. But it looks like we've got no choice. We deal with him first."
The team Adamus, Jesus, Michael, Gabriel, and Samael rushed toward Zerachiel, weapons drawn and wings wide. The fallen angel hovered above them, unmoving on his floating hourglass throne. As the group ascended, Zerachiel slowly raised one skeletal hand.
"Hourglass Prison."
In a blink, a colossal hourglass materialized in front of him and surged downward like a missile. The crew scattered in an instant, but Michael was just a second too slow. The mouth of the hourglass swallowed him whole. The top sealed shut, and the massive container plunged into the golden clouds below like a divine execution chamber.
The team broke off their assault, rushing toward the hourglass now standing upright in the battlefield, trapping Michael within. Inside, Michael screamed, punching, kicking, stabbing with both blades but the surface didn't even crack. Beneath his feet, golden spiritual sand churned slowly. He paused. His hands trembled.
He was turning into sand.
Adamus and the others smashed their fists, swords, and divine energies against the prison, to no avail. From above, Zerachiel looked down calmly and spoke in a cold, echoing voice:
"It's too late for him. He is trapped within my hourglass, condemned to become spiritual cosmic dust time itself. Every grain of sand you see is the soul of a god, an angel, a devil, or a demon I have slain. I reduce their timelines, their existences, their identities... into golden dust. Your friend will become one of them."
Michael was still inside, screaming, punching his body now halfway transformed into shimmering sand.
"I have an idea," Adamus said, turning to Jesus. "The holy water... we still have some left. Combine it with my Life Strings. Maybe together... we can break it."
Jesus nodded. Together, they fused their power faith and holy water wrapped around Adamus's golden Life Strings. They formed a divine fist, one woven from both temporal authority and sacred purity.
Then they struck.
The hourglass cracked, then shattered, its glass fragments flying in every direction. Michael spilled out, his body half sand, half flesh but slowly, he began to reform. The crew pulled him to his feet.
Zerachiel's thin lips twisted into a smile.
"Finally," he whispered, "ones who can resist death... at least, for a little while. But death always finds us."
Dark energy began to glow from his palm. Above them, all the hourglasses floating in the sky suddenly opened. From each one poured a plague of spiders small, massive, grotesque. Black and red, each bore an hourglass mark on its back. Some were hundreds of feet tall.
They rained down like an infestation from beyond space.
The crew stood back-to-back as the spiders charged. Out of their mouths came webs webs of higher-dimensional energy, sticky and explosive. The crew dodged and scattered.
Adamus landed hard, slamming his fist into a spider and sending it flying. His Life Strings elongated into a sword, slicing through swarms of attackers. Webs caught him briefly, but he roared and broke free, punching another spider straight into the void.
Michael, blazing with divine fury, fell from the heavens like a flaming comet. His sword, wreathed in holy fire, cleaved through twisted spider limbs with every swing. Without hesitation, he seized a massive arachnid by its legs and spun, hurling the beast into a crowd of its kin sending them tumbling like shattered stars.
But the spiders adapted. Higher-dimensional webs laced the air, shimmering with cursed geometry, ensnaring Michael mid-strike. They wrapped around him like sentient chains, tightening with each heartbeat.
Snarling, Michael unleashed a defiant roar
A burst of holy fire erupted from his mouth, a blazing lion's breath of judgment. The sacred flames devoured the webs in a flash of golden radiance, reducing them to ash and light.
Free once more, wings flaring, he launched himself back into the fray surrounded, but unshaken. The Lord of War descended deeper into the chaos, slashing, burning, and roaring as the swarm closed in from every direction.
Samael landed with silent, predatory grace.
His black blade sang through the air carving limbs, slitting eyes, and leaving monstrous spiders twitching in stillness. Shadows clung to his feet like loyal hounds, spiraling with each step.
With a flick of his wrist, he opened slashing void-portals mid-combat dimensional tears that cleaved enemies in half, dismembering entire clusters as he blinked from one battlefield point to another.
But the spiders were relentless.
Higher-dimensional webs woven with cursed physics lashed toward him from angles beyond comprehension. They tried to pin him, box him in, suffocate him between planes.
Samael slipped between dimensions, vanishing into the folds of shadow… but even there, the webs followed. They pierced his portals, slithering through layered space and dragging him out with violent force, his body skidding across the golden battlefield.
For a moment, the swarm loomed over him, ready to strike.
Then
He rose.
In a single breath, he spun his blade in a black arc of death, slicing through the webbing and the horde around him. Shadows burst outward like a shockwave as he stood at the center of the chaos, surrounded but utterly composed.
His eyes glowed with silent wrath.
Gabriel struck like a thunderstorm unleashed.
Bolts of lightning-born faith erupted from his invisible sword, each swing a crack of divine fury. With a battle cry that shook the air, he expanded his blade to titanic proportions, bringing it down in a single sweeping arc splitting a 100-foot spider clean in two.
Webs lashed around his arm, but he roared and flexed with divine might, shattering the bindings like brittle glass. His blade surged forward again, a beacon of radiant power cutting through the chaos.
But the swarm was clever.
A group of massive spiders converged, their webs snagging and tangling his weapon, yanking it from his grasp. Gabriel braced to retrieve it, but more webs rained down, pinning him, wrapping him in layers of spiritual silk.
He gritted his teeth and then summoned it.
The power of faith ignited within him like a holy storm.
Lightning surged from his chest, cracking the sky above, tearing through the webs with blinding light. His entire body pulsed with raw belief.
With a mighty roar, he raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning-forged faith shot forth blasting the spiders away. His sword reappeared in his grip, re-kindled by the same divine surge, now glowing like the wrath of Heaven itself.
He launched back into the fray, swinging wide arcs, cutting down enemies as he stood surrounded by hundreds of spiders but unwavering.
Gabriel, the Thunder of Faith, would not fall.
Together, the brothers regrouped, breathing hard, back-to-back again.
"We can't stay here forever," Michael grunted. "We can beat him, but not quickly. And time's something we don't have."
Gabriel frowned. "What are you suggesting?"
"I trust the kid," Michael said, nodding to Adamus. "You and Jesus... you go. Get to Yahweh. Finish this."
Adamus blinked. "You want us to split up again?"
"It's the only way," Michael said. "We've got an army chasing us. Lucifer's still out there. This delay might cost us everything."
Jesus nodded solemnly. "The plan rests on me and Vajra. We carry the power of faith."
Adamus clenched his fists. "Alright. But how do we escape? We're surrounded. And that psycho's watching."
Samael smirked. "Leave that to me."
He plunged his dark blade into the sky. "Darkness Reign."
A wave of black light exploded outward, swallowing the battlefield. No one could see. Not even Zerachiel.
"What... what is this?" the angel of time muttered. "Why can't I see? Even with my spiritual eyes..."
He raised his hand and absorbed the darkness into himself. Light returned.
But Adamus and Jesus were gone.
High above, they were already flying at immeasurable speeds.
"Where do you think you're going?" Zerachiel roared, firing a beam of black and red energy at them until Gabriel appeared behind him, stabbing him in the chest with his invisible blade. Michael stabbed his head. Samael pierced his spine.
Zerachiel chuckled.
"You're strong. Strong enough to kill me. But next time... don't stand on my platform."
The three looked down. They were standing on the very hourglass throne Zerachiel had always occupied.
He raised one hand. "Reverse."
The hourglass glowed. Everything touching it reversed. The wounds vanished. Time rewound. Zerachiel was whole again, staring at the stunned Archangels from the other edge of the hourglass.
"How?" Michael whispered. "He... reversed time."
Samael shook his head. "Impossible. There's no time in Heaven. Only artificial rhythm. Time shouldn't work here..."
Zerachiel laughed.
"I create higher-dimensional time," he said. "Even where time does not exist, I bring it into being. My hourglasses contain isolated timelines pocket dimensions built on extinction and decay. You stepped on my hourglass... you entered my domain."
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Some beings possess the power to create higher-dimensional time a force so profound that even those who transcend normal time itself can still be ensnared.
Unlike ordinary time, which flows in a straight line, higher-dimensional time spirals, folds, and stretches across layers of reality. It isn't just movement it's law, structure, and dominion.
And it comes in levels.
A being operating in 4-dimensional time can only manipulate or contain those within the 4th dimension.
A 5-dimensional timefield governs 5th-dimensional entities.
And this continues infinitely scaling all the way up through infinite dimensionality, and even beyond, into realms that transcend dimensionality itself.
Basically, the higher the dimensional time, the more it transcends the person or space it's imposed upon.
Even if someone has escaped time, this time is above them.
Even if time does not exist within a realm, higher-dimensional time will insert itself, overwrite the void, and establish sovereignty.
It overrides all lesser forms of temporality even beings who transcend time cannot transcend this superior time, because it stands above their level of reality.
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He hovered silently, a god of annihilation perched on a throne made of falling eternities.
He hovered in silence, a god of annihilation perched atop a throne forged from falling eternities. Zerachiel looming in the heavens watched without blinking, his eyes like dim hourglasses reflecting the deaths of stars.
"Attack," he uttered, and the skies obeyed.
From the edges of the battlefield, massive spiders began to crawl. They rose from the golden clouds and climbed atop the immense, ever-growing platform the top of the divine hourglass that now served as a battlefield. The platform expanded beneath their feet, stretching wider and longer with every breath, a horizon without end.
The Archangel brothers charged forward, blades glowing with holy fire and storming faith. With every swing, spiders were cleaved in half. With every blast, arachnids were disintegrated into ash. Yet no matter how many fell hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands they kept coming.
"Something's wrong," Michael growled, his blade tearing through the thorax of a spider the size of a cathedral. "This isn't natural. We've killed thousands while running toward him… but the distance keeps increasing This battlefield it's not ending. We've killed at least a hundred thousand, but he still looks Thousands miles away."
Gabriel paused, breath sharp. "You're right, brother. He's done something. We're trapped in a spatial loop... a time-warped corridor. He's warped the hourglass itself, stretching it infinitely. We're stuck inside his domain."
"Then let's fly," Samuel said with resolve.
They took to the skies, wings ablaze and blades primed, soaring toward Zerachiel while spiders swarmed from all sides. Still, the distance refused to shrink. It was as if Zerachiel remained eternally at the edge of time, unreachable.
Zerachiel stood at the farthest edge of the ever-expanding platform, his eyes fixed on the chaos below. A whisper escaped his lips, meant only for himself.
"Death is the only way… Soon I will trap them in this looping eternity slaves to an endless war. Then I'll leave them behind… and chase the true prize: Vajra and Jesus."
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Zerachiel's domain the Realm of Hourglasses grants him total control over time and space.
Within it, he can bend reality into temporal loops, trapping enemies in endless cycles of war and death, unable to escape.
But his true power is far more terrifying.
He can reduce a being into space sand a cursed form of existence where their entire timeline, identity, and history is collapsed into fine dust.
Their past, present, and future all ground to nothing are sealed within one of his hourglasses.
There, they remain suspended in timeless agony frozen, forgotten, and forever bound to his dominion.
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Samuel's eyes narrowed.
"I have an idea."
A shimmer of portal-light ignited in his palm.
"My portals can only open to what I can see... and I can still see him."
With a flash, Samuel vanished.
He reappeared behind Zerachiel, his blade drawn back to sever the god's head but froze in place before the blow could fall.
Higher-dimensional time wrapped around him like chains of fate.
Samuel gasped. "Impossible. I transcend time!"
Zerachiel turned slowly, smiling with quiet malice. "But this is my time. My higher-dimensional time. I transcend you. You're still within my hourglass still inside my dominion."
Below them, the golden sands swirled in slow motion. Even while hovering, Samuel was still too close to the source of Zerachiel's power.
A second portal ripped open. Michael and Gabriel surged through it, blades raised. Michael roared like a lion, unleashing holy flames from his mouth, while Gabriel summoned his invisible sword, charging it with lightning. Together, they struck.
Zerachiel raised a hand.
A loop an infinite corridor of unreachable distance opened between him and the attacks. The strikes never reached him, trapped in a paradox of space.
But Zerachiel had made one mistake.
Samuel, still paralyzed, did not need to move.
He only had to think.
A new portal opened directly beneath Zerachiel's feet.
The angelic god fell.
He plummeted from his expanding hourglass and landed below on the golden clouds of the battlefield.
Panic twisted his expression.
"No… I need to get back! I need my domain!"
Then it came.
A voice like thunder whispered from above:
"Darkness Rain."
The skies went black.
Zerachiel screamed. "Not again!"
He tried to absorb the darkness. Tried to regain control. But by the time the shadows receded, it was too late.
Michael's blade holy and burning with divine light sliced clean through his neck.
Zerachiel's head hit the golden cloud with a thud. Behind him stood Gabriel and Samuel, weapons glowing.
Gabriel exhaled. "Without his domain... without his hourglass... he's powerless. His higher-dimensional time means nothing now."
Above them, the hourglasses cracked and fell from the sky. One by one, they shattered. Spiders burst into ash and disappeared into the void.
The battlefield fell silent.
The brothers collapsed, panting, their armor scorched and splattered with ichor. For a moment, all was still.
Then Samuel's eyes snapped open. "Wait... do you hear that?"
A distant hum, like the ringing of celestial bells.
They looked skyward.
A golden trail of light blazed across the sky. At the end of it, flying at immeasurable speeds, were two familiar figures KIYOHIME and Hunter soaring through the air like comet streaks.
They landed hard.
"You made it," Michael said, rising to his feet. "Looks like you won your battle."
"We did," Kiyohime replied. "Where are Adamus and Jesus?"
Samuel pointed to the broken corpse of Zerachiel. "They went on ahead. We made a deal... so we could stop that monster."
Michael nodded grimly. "Then we don't have time to waste. Let's move."
Together, the warriors took flight wings wide, hearts burning, souls bound by purpose.
And while they raced forward...
Elsewhere beyond the battlefield and the broken hourglass...
Adamus sprinted at immeasurable speeds, tethered to Jesus by their intertwined life strings.
Jesus flew beside him, cloaked in light and unshakable resolve.
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They soared through infinite cosmic structures, racing toward the throne of Yahweh.
The final confrontation was near.
As they flew and sprinted together through swirling chaos, Jesus suddenly called out, his voice filled with awe and urgency:
"There! In the sky!"
They looked up.
A massive golden castle floated above all, its spires piercing through the void like spears of divine light. Below it stretched a sea of golden clouds, broken ruins, and collapsed temples the remnants of the old Heaven, shattered during Lucifer's rise.
With renewed purpose, they surged forward until yellow lightning slammed into the clouds before them, halting their advance.
A low laugh echoed in the storm.
They turned and saw Remiel, floating on a golden cloud, blocking their path. His presence pulsed like divine thunder.
Remiel – The Herald of Judgment