The battlefield was silent. The war had ended, the supernatural world reshaped, its former rulers gone—either defeated, broken, or lost in the ruins of their own arrogance. Julian Kaiser Mercury had won.
But victory was not the end. It was the beginning.
From the shattered remains of the devils, angels, fallen angels, mythical creatures, and humanity, something new was born. A faction unlike anything the world had ever seen—unified, not divided.
And at its center stood Julian, no longer a mere conqueror, but a god.
The angels who once followed Michael turned to Julian, seeking guidance rather than blind obedience. The fallen angels, weary of Azazel's failures, embraced Julian's control. The devils, now leaderless, found strength in something beyond bloodline and politics. The mythical creatures who once remained neutral chose Julian as their champion. And even humans—those who had long been caught between supernatural wars—recognized Julian's rule as the only true path forward.
A faction forged not by tradition, but by choice.
Not ruled by kings or gods of old, but by Mercury—the only force to ever break Heaven and Hell.
No throne was needed. No rituals or divine declarations.
The world simply knew.
The power of reflection had transcended mortality, Julian's presence becoming something beyond the limits of devils and angels. He had surpassed them all.
And so, without war, without resistance, he was recognized as the god of this new era—his name echoed across every realm, his influence absolute.
As Julian stood at the center of his new faction, his peerage remained by his side, their loyalty unwavering.
Kalawarner smiled slightly. "You never wanted a throne, but you've built something greater than any king ever could."
Tiamat chuckled, her golden eyes gleaming. "And now you're a god. Funny how fate works."
Yasaka watched the supernatural world shift, the old order finally erased. "What will you do now, Julian?"
Julian's silver eyes reflected the future, limitless, without boundaries.
"We build a world where no one has to suffer as I did."
And so, the Underworld, the Heavens, and everything in between entered a new era.
One where Julian Kaiser Mercury reigned—not as a dictator, but as the god of those who had chosen him.
The only god that had ever earned his place.