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Moses: "What?"
John: "Yes."
Leviathan's legs coiled around his upper body like a vice, locking him in place. But Leviathan simply flexed and broke free, rising to his full height without so much as a wince.
Leviathan: "Of course. A skill like that could never work on a being of my caliber."
John: "Sigh... I hope Adam is having a good fight."
The words had barely left John's mouth when Lucifer came crashing down from the sky, slamming into the ground near Leviathan with enough force to crack the earth beneath him. He pushed himself up slowly, blood running down his face — yet a wide grin stretched across his lips. A moment later, Adam landed near John and Moses, his body riddled with cuts.
John: "...Nevermind."
Lucifer rose to his feet and swept his gaze across the battlefield. When his eyes finally settled on Adam, something shifted in his expression.
Lucifer: "It seems everyone is here."
The moment those words left his mouth, a chill ran through John, Moses, and Adam all at once. Something was wrong — deeply, unmistakably wrong.
John: *(I can't see the future...)*
Lucifer: "Don't bother worrying about the future. I understand exactly how your ability works."
John: "Then if you already knew, why bring it up now?"
Eve: "Maybe because he won't need to."
The voice cut through the air like a blade. Everyone turned — and Adam went completely still, his body refusing to move, his breath caught somewhere between his chest and his throat.
Eve: "Why aren't you looking at me, honey?"
Slowly, Adam turned.
Eve stood there with her hand wrapped around Luce's throat, Luce's arms hanging limp, her hands broken, her legs shattered. Without a word, Eve hurled Luce across the air toward John, who caught her just in time.
The moment John and Moses registered what they were seeing, rage ignited behind their eyes. But Adam's face told a different story entirely. It wasn't rage — it was something colder. Something absolute. A killing intent so dense it seemed to press down on the air around him. Strands of his hair began bleeding to black, and a dual aura — both holy and dark — erupted from his body in waves. His eyes, already shaped like golden crosses, cracked down the center as half of each cross turned dark.
Eve: "Oh, and by the way... I killed that other girl too."
The aura that exploded from Adam at those words was unlike anything anyone present had ever felt. Everyone was thrown back by the pressure — everyone except Eve, who simply stood in the storm of it, unmoved.
Eve: "You want to kill your own wife? That hurts, Adam. How could you?"
Lucifer: *(What the hell is Eve planning? I've never seen Adam like this. And his hair — does that mean he's... no. No, it can't be.)*
Adam: "You... you—"
Eve: "Come at me."
Adam surged forward. So did Eve. Their fists met in the center — and the resulting shockwave detonated outward, hurling everyone off their feet.
John: "Moses — take Luce to Esther. Now!"
Moses: "Stay safe, John."
Moses grabbed Luce and vanished, leaping from rooftop to rooftop until the sounds of battle faded behind him. John turned back to watch Adam and Eve — a collision of two people who had once been one.
Eve: "You can't beat me, honey. Our fighting style is the same — we taught each other, remember? Oh... those were good times."
Adam threw a kick. Eve read it perfectly and deflected it with her shin.
John: *(Tch. There's no way Adam can win this alone. But I can't step in — not with Lucifer and Leviathan still here. And I still can't see my future... why? Why can't I see it? Wait — why am I even hesitating? I have Christ. Don't tell me I've forgotten. I don't step into battle because of my skill. I step in because of my faith in the Lord.)*
The thought landed like a thunderclap.
Lightning erupted around John — not crackling and scattered, but focused, alive, golden. His eyes burned bright once more. He gripped his sword and fixed his gaze on Eve. Lucifer saw it immediately and moved to cut him off, planting himself directly in John's path.
Lucifer: "You're not going anywhere, John."
John didn't even look at him. He slashed.
Lucifer threw his wings up to block — but John's blade tore clean through the left one. Before Lucifer could retreat, John's second strike was already coming. Lucifer barely got his sword up in time.
Lucifer: *(Tch — he's not even thinking. He's just moving. How did he enter that state?)*
John's lightning surged higher. In ten seconds, the two of them had exchanged a hundred slashes — steel ringing against steel in a blur that was almost impossible to follow.
Leviathan watched from a distance, his massive dragon form coiled in waiting.
Leviathan: "...Sigh. I should just end this."
His eyes moved to Moses' retreating figure in the distance. An idea formed. If he could find Moses and deal with him at the same time the others were finished — it would all be over at once.
Leviathan: *(But first — Lucifer is about to get humiliated by a human. I'll deal with that before it gets embarrassing.)*
He moved.
Lucifer caught John's next strike — but just barely. John followed with a kick to Lucifer's leg. Lucifer grabbed John's leg in response, and John used the opening to release his sword and drive a palm strike straight into Lucifer's gut, launching him backwards. Leviathan caught him before he hit the ground.
Lucifer: "Tch."
Leviathan: "Getting your ass kicked, are we?"
Lucifer: "Just shut up."
John was already charging again, giving them no room to breathe. Lucifer pushed off Leviathan and surged forward to meet him.
Lucifer: "Do whatever you need to do — as long as it ends with us winning."
Leviathan: "Gladly. I'll go track down Moses."
He left without another word.
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Meanwhile, Moses leaped from rooftop to rooftop, rod in one hand, Luce carefully cradled against him. Below, the city blurred past. Ahead, a large church rose above the skyline — old stone, tall spires, and something about it that made Moses slow as he landed in front of it.
A man sat on the ground before the church entrance, his back resting against the hilt of a sword that had been driven into the earth. He had brown hair and pale skin, dressed in a black tank top beneath a long black coat, dark trousers — and a smile on his face, quiet and unhurried, as though he had been waiting for exactly this moment.
The moment Moses landed, the smile faded.