"Could it be that something happened to God?"
Satan looked at the human world through the boundless hell, filled with doubt and unease. In that instant, his heart was not secretly delighted, but filled with terror and fear.
God died, but how did he die? Why was he completely unaware?
It couldn't have been suicide, could it?
No, impossible.
That short-tempered old man, though his personality was extremely vile and even overly paranoid, should not have died at this moment—it was meaningless and unnecessary.
So, who murdered God?
Would this stranger who killed God also be able to kill him?
He didn't think anyone in this world had such an ability. He was confident that, apart from God, no one from this world would possess such power.
Wait, perhaps there was one more.
Could it be the Angel of Death?
Did another Angel betray Heaven?
Satan couldn't sit still, he vaguely heard that the Angel of Death seemed dissatisfied with her job and wanted to find a successor and resign.
Did God refuse to allow her to leave, and the Angel of Death, not getting her way, decided to murder God? How did she do it?
Thinking of this, Satan couldn't help but go to find the Angel of Death to demand an explanation.
Similarly, the Angels in Heaven, also vaguely guessed the possibility that God had died.
For a time, all the Angels were so terrified by this speculation that they were beside themselves. They didn't understand why "minor matters" like Genesis escaping and God disappearing suddenly escalated to the major event of God's death.
To confirm this speculation, the Angels could only find God himself, or the Angel of Death, who was responsible for Death, to understand the situation.
Among them, the Angels Fiore and DeBlanc, who were guarding Genesis, secretly snuck into Hell, hiding from the other Angels, to find the Angel of Death.
At the same time, somewhere in Hell.
The Angel of Death, who had just transformed her wings and sword of death into the Guns of Death and given it to the Saint of Killers, looked up in confusion, filled with both fear and bewilderment.
The Saint of Killers was a little puzzled. "Something's happening?"
"God is dead. His soul has perished from this universe."
The Angel of Death said, then murmured to herself, "But this doesn't follow the procedure, shouldn't I be the one to guide the deceased?"
Although the Angel of Death was an Angel, subject to God's supervision in terms of identity, she wielded the power of Death, and with the Sword of Death in his hand, she was supposed to preside over the death of all living beings.
She not only guided human deceased, but also Angels, Demons, and even Satan and God.
She was born in this universe, yet transcended it.
Or rather, she was the embodiment of the Multiverse Angel of Death. To some extent, she was considered the most terrifying existence in this universe.
But now, this Angel of Death was lost in confusion.
Soon, the Angel of Death thought of something and looked at the Saint of Killers. "Go to the human world immediately. Find Genesis and investigate the truth of God's death. I have a premonition that if we don't figure this out, perhaps our own death is imminent."
The Saint of Killers was stunned. "Even Death will die?"
"Death will certainly die, and the one who grants Death to Death is a greater Death." The Angel of Death said, word by word.
But soon, she reacted.
She had resigned and retired. Now the Saint of Killers was performing the duties of Death.
So... she was safe, she was free.
Thus, the Angel of Death gave the order and immediately ran off.
The Saint of Killers held his two guns, somewhat bewildered.
On my first day as Death, I have to investigate the death of God?
Maybe I even have to go kill the one who murdered God.
Me?!
The shadow cast by God's death lasted for several days.
Aaron had been waiting for the reactions from Heaven and Hell, especially the Saint of Killers.
He waited on the throne for two days, but didn't see a single visitor.
"The efficiency of the Angels and Demons in this world is simply too low." Aaron frowned, his words full of dissatisfaction.
I've already killed God, and you can't even find the first crime scene.
Did God raise you all to be such useless scum? Even a ninety-year-old old lady next door is more agile than you.
Aaron's voice was not concealed, which made Jesse, who was sitting at the children's table nearby, feel his scalp tingle.
Beside him were his ex-girlfriend Tulip, his assistant Emily, and his "ally," the Irish Vampire Cassidy.
Originally, Tulip and Cassidy had come to Jesse to do something big. They wanted to help Jesse research his Word of God ability, and at the same time, they planned to search for God together.
However, when they arrived here, they heard both good news and bad news.
The good news was that God had been found.
The bad news was that God was dead.
He died right there in the church—instantly killed by the man sitting on the throne.
Facing such a super God of Slaughter, even the fearless Vampire Cassidy had to slouch her head, waiting obediently.
The few of them glared at Jesse, as if to say: Why didn't you tell us in advance?
Jesse smiled bitterly and replied with his eyes: I wouldn't dare.
With Aaron here, how could he dare to make any small moves?
He dedicated every day to Aaron, swearing that he had never been so respectful and filial even to his own father. He was afraid of neglecting the other party.
But unfortunately, Aaron did not acknowledge him as his adopted son.
Jesse thought to himself, 'I probably didn't kneel fast enough.'
If he had knelt down before God appeared, he should be able to walk sideways across the three realms by now, right?
At this moment, Aaron seemed to grow impatient. With a wave of his hand, he swept away the gloomy clouds that were weeping for God in heaven and earth.
He showed no intention of hiding his divine power.
Almost simultaneously, several powerful auras swept in from afar.
Holy Angels, the evil Satan, and... the immortal Saint of Killers.
"They've finally arrived."
Aaron's frown had not eased.
His limited patience had already vanished during the wait.
For these utterly inefficient fellows, he didn't even bother to put on a pleasant expression.
When the Angels and Satan walked in, their first glance landed on Aaron, who was sitting on the throne with a stern face.
For some reason, even Satan, who prided himself on his wickedness, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart when he saw Aaron.
How terrifying were those deep eyes? He felt as if he was looking at darkness itself. Not his petty darkness, but the true, endless abyss.
The Saint of Killers, walking alongside the Angels, instinctively gripped his twin guns and looked up at Aaron, immediately feeling his scalp tingle.
Because...
Aaron was looking at him with a half-smile.
"You've all arrived. You are much slower than I expected." Aaron swept his gaze over them with a scrutinizing look, then slowly spoke.
His voice was very deep, yet it carried a certain magic, making the few people below feel an indescribable pressure.
The angels Fiore and DeBlanc exchanged glances, then instinctively looked towards Satan.
Despite being angels, they were, in reality, merely unremarkable members of Heaven, tasked with guarding Genesis. With Genesis having escaped, they had caused immense trouble, so much so that they dared not inform the other angels.
Facing Aaron, who was suspected of having killed God, they instinctively yielded the stage to Satan. After all, this was the king of hell.
Satan, a muscular demon entirely red with a pair of bull horns, looked grave. "Who are you? Why is there no record of you in Hell?"
Aaron, from his high throne, looked down at Satan.
"An old man asked me the same question earlier. His attitude was very rude, so he left. Perhaps you could rephrase your question."
He was considering which great deity from the DC world this universe's Satan corresponded to.
Was it Lucifer, who ranked second or third? Or the initial fallen angel, a loser? Or Trigon?
Of course, it could also be other great demons who had once borne the name of Satan.
The ruler of Hell in DC was not just one individual. In fact, different people had become the ruler of hell at different times.
Sometimes, there would even be two rulers co-managing Hell, and some of them were even angels.
As for demons who took the name Satan, they were countless.
Satan simply meant 'demon king.' Theoretically, any demon with powerful abilities could call themselves Satan, though their power levels would differ.
Aaron hoped that this Satan was a collective entity of all beings named Satan from other parallel universes. Perhaps this could grant him 'Satan's Power,' making him the ultimate father of all demons named Satan.
As for Lucifer? He hadn't considered that, as this Satan's appearance alone made it impossible for him to be Lucifer.
That conceited fellow wouldn't have such poor taste.
The king of hell, Satan, heard Aaron's impolite remarks, and being short-tempered, he immediately became enraged.
"While I don't know what power you possess to kill God, if you think you're invincible, then you're too naive."
"You're not just facing me, but Hell and Heaven, and... Death."
Satan snorted, crossing his arms proudly. "Strange deity, the Saint of Killers only needs to pull the trigger of his revolver to easily kill you."
The Saint of Killers smirked, playing with his Death Revolver. However, just as he was about to spin the revolver to demonstrate his skilled 'gunmanship'...
"What revolver?" Aaron asked, puzzled.
The Saint of Killers suddenly felt his hands lighten. By the time he reacted, the revolvers in his hands had vanished without a trace.
The Saint of Killers realized something and abruptly looked up, only to see Aaron playing with his revolver.
"When did that happen?!"
At this moment, Aaron held both revolvers and pointed them at Satan.
Satan was startled and hastily shielded Fiore and DeBlanc in front of him. But he clearly underestimated his massive physique. Being nearly two meters tall, even with two angels in front of him, half of his head and his pointed bull horns were still exposed.
Seeing this, Satan quickly half-squatted, revealing only his two bull horns.
Fiore and DeBlanc, seeing themselves being pointed at with guns, secretly cursed the Saint of Killers for being unreliable, but they quickly followed suit, trying to hide behind the Saint of Killers in front of them.
But how could Satan let his shields escape? He couldn't do anything to Aaron, who held the Death Revolvers, but he could certainly deal with two watchdogs.
Satan's strong, muscular arms grabbed the two unfortunate angels and held them firmly in front.
This scene made everyone else burst out laughing.
Jesse outright guffawed.
Seeing Satan and the angels look over, he quickly waved his hands. "Sorry, I'm a professionally trained pastor. No matter how funny it is, we won't laugh, unless we can't help it."
Satan glared at him, while Fiore and DeBlanc were drawn to Jesse.
Intimidated by Aaron's power, they hadn't paid attention to anyone other than him since entering, but upon closer inspection...
Wait, this aura...
How is it like Genesis?
Had Genesis also been captured by Aaron?!
Hiss... This trouble just got bigger.