The Gods have gathered in the Council of Valhalla and have decided that it's humanity's time to face judgement day. However one man, King Solomon, has a plan to save them.
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"Ladies and gentlemen! The Epitome of the Heavens has arrived! The Light Bringer... OUR Hero and Messiah! HE whose name echoes with both adoration and fear in the realm of gods!"
A cascade of doves gracefully flew around the arena in pairs, pieces of white fabrics with a soothing scent washing by, held by their claws. The audiences settled, but it would not be for long. In the audience of the gods, a strange phenomenon occurred.
Everyone bowed.
Like air was pressure itself, a presence seemed to move, closer and closer. Slowly, the brass ensemble faded. He emerged through the marble and gold gate of the gods. The divine cheered thunderously, "Morningstar! Father of Angels! The Supreme Seraphim, the Pinnacle of the Heavens!"
"LUCIFER!"
The greatest of the Angels looked around at all of this opulence and sighed ''Excessive...But perhaps fitting, as a tomb...'', he whispered to himself, then looked towards the human side, his stance relaxed, yet an experienced warrior could easily tell, there was not a small opening, awaiting his so-called 'challenger'. Not a single cheer from his side, the other gods only silently bowing down in respect.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Legion screamed as they fell to the ground. "THAT Lucifer is in the first match." Legion looked towards Solomon. "Boss, that human stands no chance, hell no one stands a chance against that guy!"
The demon king remained silent as he only looked down at the arena.
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Before the first round had started, the representatives of the gods gathered to discuss their first representative, and there was already a disagreement among heaven's fighters.
"The one who should go first is ME!" Moros said, his armchair burning up as he stood suddenly. "I'll show those mortals divine retribution better than any of you goody-two-shoes!"
Tsukuyomi smiled calmly as he looked the god of doom in the eyes. "You lack style, Moros. I'll show everyone a good time in the first round."
'Even if I am opposed to this foolish culling, I can not go against the wishes of the Gods.' The Moon God thought, 'I simply hope I can show humanity how outclassed they are, then they may understand and enjoy their last moments instead of clinging to hope which I can not give them.'
Moros smirked. "Oh I'll show you style..." His left hand rose slowly, a daunting red starting to flicker over his fingertips in wisps.
"You both are being foolish. I should be the first to fight. It is the duty given to me since birth, to protect the secrets of death— meaning this falls under my jurisdiction." Ereshkigal announces as she calmly strides inside, bringing about a cold wind with her.
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"I am going first." A commanding voice resonated through the room, evenly, yet without room for protest. The three arguing gods paused, and turned to the owner of that voice - Lucifer himself. He held an icy resolve inside his eyes, "Without withholding anything, a swift and merciless execution is what those humans deserve, and that is what they shall receive."
