It clearly doesn't know my whereabouts or else it would have come directly for me. I also know it would sense my mental scans and trace them back to me. I’ll have to rely on what I can learn from the tv. In the most pretentious manner possible, my brother’s body with arms spread out to his sides, eyes closed and a wide smile plastered on his face descends to about 10 feet over the White House.
Again I wonder what all of this has been for; what this monster wants from me or the rest of my people. Abruptly all thoughts are shot from my brain as I watch more familiar faces descend out of the sky to land completely on the ground. Gabriel, Durmal, Umbriel, Ventus and Neptune get down on one knee in a semi-circle before “God”.
Then that monster deigns to speak using my brother’s hijacked body.
“God”: “Greetings, my children. I appear before you with news both joyous and catastrophic. I have decided to lend my guidance once more unto humankind!”
A quick jaunt in the neural net shows me that there are “angels” positioned in the most populous places or popular landmarks in the world. Each of them seems to be broadcasting live video and audio of “God’s Proclamation”, as it’s already being called, through the use of light magic. I can hear the cacophony of crying, praying, cheering and a myriad of other sounds from not only these locations where the Nephil are but also from outside the dorm room.
“God”: “Unfortunately, part of the reason for this change is quite terrible. It is to protect you mortals from the present and future evils.”
I’m already flying on a course for the “quarantine” of sorts that my agents established outside of D.C. All the while keeping myself tuned into the net to keep myself informed.
“God”: “That evil is the Fallen Angel Lucifer. His true clan name is Grivaldi but my Angels tell me he currently goes by Derringer. If you know his whereabouts shout it to the sky and an Angel will descend to root. Him. out. Do not stray around the area for long, he corrupts those around him. It’s why I had to exile him from Heaven.”
As I arrived at the site, or the impromptu border now, I was receiving visual of an obvious scene at my college campus. Someone who knew me only in name was readily giving me up; actually many people were giving me up. They were shouting to the sky like their lives depended on it while a crowd was rushing into the building and some were gathering things to use as weapons while surrounding the building. Even being told by a being they see as their God, they risk themselves to rid the world of a perceived evil either out of bravery and selflessness or greed and superiority. Amidst the crowd I spot Rajeet and Micah trying to squeeze their way to the dormitory. Guess I’ll never know what they could possibly be rushing to my room for; I’m long gone and likely never coming back.
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My agents have sensibly ceased their attacks on the Nephil, at least the groups that are being used as broadcasters, because too many people have gathered around them. All it took was some completely pointless wings and the human population is either reverent or fearful of what this could mean for the powers of the world.
Through the broadcasts it shows Durmal appearing and preparing a flashy and obvious beam of yellow light. How to make magic look Holy 101. Ignoring the stream of students leading into the building he fires at my room , cutting a huge swath of the infrastructure. The screams are abruptly cut as the scene shifts to “God” and his vile servants.
“God”: “I warned you children, but you heeded me not. And now your fellow man has died for naught; Lucifer had already vacated the premises. Maybe...maybe I should make an example of you all HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
As it begins to prepare a large-scale magic similar to Operation Rolling Thunder, I decide to interject with some of my own magic. I stealthily launch a pinprick ball of mana at his back and watch as it launches him into the ground. It finally begins to lose hold of of his disguise and his previous visage seems to melt. What is left is a bastardized version of my brother’s face and body. His face now sports holes leaking a liquid that sizzles and looks as dark as a black hole. His body now has pruned skin with spindly elongated arms and he floats above the ground, considering his legs look deformed and broken to the extreme.
Rage exudes from his figure and the Nephil around him. With that rage comes a wave of power, enough to appear to be physically be forcing humans within the area to go flying away from the group. Fortunately some of my people are around from the evacuation efforts and they use their magic to rescue these humans from a high speed and gorey death.
The wolf has now discarded his sheep costume and he needs to be hunted down. I’m all to happy too oblige.