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(POV: The Four Satans)
[VRUUMMM...]
In the Underworld, the Palace of the Four Great Satans trembled slightly after yet another exhausting meeting with the Diabolic Council. The wrinkled old devils, more stubborn than a mule in the mud, insisted on their outdated and prejudiced speeches—but today, their words fell into a void. After all, the four rulers had more important things to worry about.
Sirzechs Lucifer let out a deep sigh, loosening the tie that already felt like it was trying to strangle him.
— Those old geezers really don't know when to quit, huh? — grumbled Serafall Leviathan, stomping her foot like an annoyed child while her dark hair swayed.
— Yeah. They live in the past, think peace is a threat just because it weakens their grip on power — muttered Falbium Asmodeus in his usual sleepy tone.
Ajuka Beelzebub didn't say anything right away. He just stared at the data flickering across a holographic screen, frowning with worry.
— This isn't a joke. Something really changed up there. Heaven is different. The entire Celestial System has been rebooted.
Sirzechs raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
— Rebooted? Like an old computer that crashes and you have to yank the plug?
Ajuka nodded slowly.
— Exactly like that. Whoever's sitting on that throne now has power that makes the old God look like an intern.
A heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the steady hum of magical energy vibrating through the air.
— But who the hell is this so-called Presence? — Serafall asked, biting her lower lip as she tried to imagine the impossible.
Falbium yawned, resting his head on his hand.
— Whoever it is, they stirred up a hornet's nest. If even angels can marry and love now, imagine what that means for our political headaches.
Sirzechs took a deep breath, his gaze drifting into distant thoughts.
— It means those old Council members are gonna whine even more. But you know what? That's their problem. It's time the new world moved forward.
(POV: Grigori)
[BLAM!]
A distant bang echoed, like a warning from the heavens that everything was about to change.
Elsewhere, in a shadowy room within Grigori, Azazel and his Cadres debated animatedly around a table cluttered with papers and half-empty bottles.
— HAHAHA! I always said those Heaven prudes needed to loosen up a bit! — Azazel laughed, slamming the table.
Baraqiel just sighed, clearly exhausted.
— You laugh, Azazel, but think about the chaos this could cause. Angels now have free rein—they're gonna try new things, make new mistakes...
— So what? — Azazel shot back with a sly grin. — Mistakes are part of learning. Isn't that what we've always said here?
Shemhazai, serious as ever, watched with a piercing gaze.
— The real issue is this: someone took the sacred throne, and no archangel or seraph even tried to stop it. That worries me.
Azazel shrugged, leaning back in his chair with exaggerated indifference.
— Who knows, Shemhazai. Whoever this "Presence" is, they're doing exactly what God should've done from the start. Letting angels actually live.
The leader of the Fallen stood up suddenly, walking to the window to look at the night sky. He smiled, enigmatic.
— What really intrigues me is... why now? And who's hiding behind that divine mask?
(POV: Olympus)
[CRACKLE!]
Lightning flashed in the distance, lighting up the sky like a camera capturing a revealing photo.
On Olympus, Zeus paced back and forth, eyebrows furrowed in a perplexed scowl. Athena watched him calmly but with concern.
— I don't like this, Athena — Zeus muttered, irritated. — The natural order is being messed with by someone who has no idea what kind of mess they're causing!
Athena took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully.
— Maybe chaos is exactly what we needed, father. A shake-up to the status quo. Humans evolve through change—gods should try that too.
Zeus snorted, frustrated, sparks of lightning dancing between his fingers.
— And who is this "Presence"? The name means nothing to me. Sounds like an arrogant title.
— Or maybe it's the exact opposite — Athena whispered, thoughtful. — Maybe this being is so humble that they prefer to be known simply by their presence, rather than some pompous name.
Zeus rolled his eyes, annoyed by his daughter's subtlety.
— You and your philosophies, Athena... This is just gonna give me a headache.
(POV: Odin)
In the frozen lands of Asgard, Odin stared at the horizon, with Huginn and Muninn perched on his shoulders. The old god stroked his white beard, deep in thought.
— Strange, isn't it, my friends? — Odin murmured to the ravens. — Someone powerful enough to rewrite Heaven's rules... and no one has a clue who they are.
Huginn croaked quietly, while Muninn seemed to whisper in his ear.
— Yes, you're right — Odin continued, smiling faintly. — Maybe it's time we reexamined our own old traditions. This new world demands change... but are we ready for it?
(POV: Hindu Gods)
Far away, in the celestial realms of the East, Shiva meditated atop a mountain, his third eye glowing softly, intrigued by recent events.
— Fascinating... Truly fascinating — he murmured, a playful smile touching his lips. — A being who steps from the shadows and reshapes ancient concepts like changing clothes. Ah, delicious irony.
Beside him, Vishnu nodded slowly.
— This will bring massive consequences, Shiva. Perhaps beyond anything we can imagine.
Shiva merely chuckled softly, eyes closed, enjoying the gentle breeze.
— Then let the consequences come. After all, change is the only way the universe moves forward.
And so, across every realm, powerful beings wondered about the meaning behind this mysterious event. Gods, demons, fallen angels, and holy ones all shared the same gnawing doubt:
Who, truly, was this entity known only as the Presence?
Perhaps it was a promise of hope.
Perhaps a subtle threat.
No one knew for sure.
All they could do was wait and watch.
[VRUUUMMM...]
And so the world turned, driven by curiosity and fear of the unknown.
Because deep down, everyone shared the same inevitable question, hanging in the air like a silent shadow:
"What kind of future awaits a world where the greatest force of change remains so deeply anonymous?"