The Seventh Heaven
The Throne of Heaven
The Biblical God
"So… you lost your omniscience?" asked the Faceless One. He lounged in one of those human foldable chairs in my throne room, surrounded by all my angels, who had risen back to their true heights of power upon my resurrection.
Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Azrael were all now at the so-called "Super Devil" level, especially Michael, who had cast off the burden of leadership to once more take up his true mantle: the General of the Heavenly Host, sent not to negotiate, but to decimate.
"Hmmm, I still have very accurate future sight, but unlike before, I can see multiple futures, not just the one true, immutable one," I answered the being to whom I owed a great deal.
The faith gathered by the Heavenly System had never been higher. Billions of humans prayed, and vast swaths of faith accumulated constantly since the universe had learned of my resurrection.
The first thing I did was recall all Sacred Gears from both humanity and other factions for maintenance and re-evaluation. Some had grown too much, gaining independence or autonomy they were never meant to have.
Regulus Nemea, an independent avatar? Working with a devil? A Sacred Gear was incarnated as a devil!
My work had been tainted by that child, Ajuka Beelzebub! Unforgivable!
I implemented a hard code into the system first: only pure humans could use Sacred Gears. Sure, there were now variations of humanity, like the High Humans and the Shard-Humans, but they were all fundamentally human, not mixed with any facet of the supernatural.
Even the half-angels or half-devils did not need the Gears; they already had advantages humanity never received by product of their blood. So I took them all back—even the one belonging to Rizevim Lucifer's bastard grandson, Vali Lucifer.
I saw his rage upon losing his partner, Albion. Albion, too, raged at losing a host it considered worthy, but it was not alone. The Red Dragon, Ddraig, was also recalled, leaving his host, the young pervert Issei, without his greatest strength.
He would not rise as high as he could have in the original timeline; the Boosted Gear was 98% of his power. Yet, I believed that even though he had forsaken his humanity, he might still reach decent heights, especially since the Gremory girl did not cast him out now that he had lost the very thing for which she had reincarnated him.
Truly, she was a confusing devil. She was genuinely kind, but only to those she considered hers. Some might mistake her for a kind, ditzy girl who didn't understand the world, but that was her sin: Greed. She loved to gather things—broken things that would devote themselves entirely to her. She didn't even do it intentionally, and that was the worst part. She was so ruled by her sins that it had become instinct. The fact that her brother ruled the Underworld and had been protecting her from the consequences of her conquests, without her even knowing…
If not for Sirzechs, Baraqiel would have swooped in early, killed her, and retrieved Akeno whether she liked it or not. The same for Yuuto, or his new name, Kiba. The Church knew about him, but he wasn't worth antagonizing Sirzechs for, even if he was a successful experiment.
Gaspar Vladi was the worst. The vampires despised that a scion of Tepes, no matter how "weak," was subservient to devils and would have attempted to kill her if not for Sirzechs sending Grayfia to pacify them personally.
Even with all her flaws, she was undoubtedly one of the best of devil-kind—which, in truth, disgusted me even more. That a wanton slaver was the best their race could produce… it showed I should have wiped them all out when I had the chance.
Now they had integrated themselves well with other supernaturals through inventions like the Devil Net, with some even working as mercenaries for other pantheons. With two Super Devils to contend with, it was no longer easy to simply wave a hand and wipe them out. Once a being reached that stage, its existence would not allow it; they became stronger, mattering more to the world in a way that was difficult to explain. As they began to embody their concept, the concept embodied them back, and no concept simply wanted to stop existing.
"Are you done with whatever monologue is going on in your head?" asked the Faceless One in a slightly sarcastic tone, his only true feature—a mouth—smiling in a weird way.
Some of my more naive or war-hungry children had questioned why we were humoring him and his request for aid in attacking a universe he called "Earth-616." Apparently, he could do it alone, but he wanted the humans of our universe to work with other races to prevent them from becoming xenophobic.
"Anyway… tell me more of this 'Earth-616,'" I said, both for my own curiosity and so my children might hear and understand. When we last spoke, we were alone, playing pool as we discussed multiversal conquests.
"Hmmm… so the true name of this universe is the Marvel Universe. Earth-616 is one of millions of dimensions within it and is frankly on the weaker to moderate scale."
"There are beings in this universe that can wipe out all of ours by themselves. Luckily, this universe isn't important enough for all the cosmic beings to be watching closely. After all, universes die all the time in their multiverse. What's one more?"
He said this with a bloodthirst so potent that some of my children passed out from fright. I sighed inwardly at how weak-willed many of them seemed to be. All they had known was peace and grief; some had been two-winged angels for centuries without ever trying to advance. Alas, their laziness had come to an end. Those Machine Gods wouldn't wait for us to be ready.
They would go, survive, and thrive, or die and become motivation for the next generation.
"It doesn't matter. This universe has some very powerful tools that I need. You can keep anything you find, but the Infinity Stones are mine. Let me make that clear," the whelp said, staring at me in a challenging manner.
He was lucky I needed him to travel to universes outside our own and that I liked him enough to consider him a friend, even if he didn't know it yet.
"Crystal clear. But, boy… the next time you threaten me in my home will be the last time you breathe," I threatened back, which made him smile in a very creepy way.
"There he is. I was wondering who this hippie was and where the Old Testament Yahweh had gone."
"Get on my level, scrub, and I would be glad to show you."
After our little pissing match, I brought Michael and Gabriel into the fold, sending the rest of my children away as we planned the assault on Earth-616 and my official debut against Great Red's Avatar.