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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"Yes, my lord!" Metatron hurriedly responded. "Everyone must evacuate outside the arena immediately, and even then you might not be safe! Those who remain will receive a guaranteed death! This arena may not even survive this attack!"
"What did he say?"
"We won't be safe?"
"Everyone try not to panic!"
"Don't panic? Did you not hear what he said!?"
The audiences of both man and god went into a frenzy as they quickly tried to escape the incoming threat. "STAY IN YOUR SEATS!" Metatron ordered, "WE WILL BE MOVING THE STANDS TO A SAFER DISTANCE!"
"This is bloody ridiculous! How does that daft angel expect us to remain calm when THIS is going on?" Crowley declared to nobody in particular.
"EVERYBODY!" Thoth yelled, trying to put on a brave face. "REMAIN CALM AND DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES LEAVE YOUR SEATS!"
"Boss what the fuck do we do?" Legion asked fearfully, "Maybe we should kill the bastard before he kills us!" they then declared, personality shifting once again.
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"You can certainly go down and try, Legion. Though, we don't do any resurrection services in the cells of Tartarus," Solomon smirked. He had definitely never expected such an attack, but he was capable of just sitting back and watching the show Lucifer had been performing for him.
"Hey Dionysus, this is kinda crazy isn't it?" Moros spoke, a hint of excitement in his tone. The scene of Lucifer channelling such power completely excited the god, and for the first time in what felt like eons he was entirely thrilled.
** "Indeed it is Mor-chan~ This will be the end of that human then, I suppose~" Dionysus playfully remarked, not taking the same stance as his fellow viewer. "Care for another drink? A toast to the victory of the gods in round 1~ And the many rounds that come after obviously."
"No, the sheer chaos is a better drink than you could ever make!" Moros spat back. An air of excitement and exuberance continued to bounce around him, the stones underneath their feet trembling.
"Sigh~ You're not fun when you're like this," Dionysus muttered to himself. Perhaps he would be forced to go find a new toy to play with.
Bael, sensing the danger, materialised before Arthur and spoke in a worried tone, "Arthur, that spear is incredibly dangerous. He is building energy in it. The light seeped into the crevices of the arena as the floor and have now started to glow. What is coming is by far the most powerful attack Lucifer will show. We must finish him before he sends out that blast. Even I won't be safe if that goes off."
The stands of the colosseum shifted and moved. Like an earthquake, the ancient building rumbled, and dust and stones fell as they moved for the first time in millennia, divine power lifting them to slide back to a safer distance. Merlin himself stepped forward, casting a spell to lift the stands around him and bring them further into the air, onto nearby floating islands.
