Prophecy

Chapter 78: Aftermath

*Omniel's POV*

From the very spot where we had merged, we rose to our full height, an immense unified force, and ascended toward the darkness that had tainted this world for eons. The air around us seemed to tremble with the raw energy coursing through our new form, a blend of power transcending anything this realm—Hell—had ever known. As we levitated higher, the darkness that had long corrupted the land seemed to recoil, sensing a presence that defied its hold.

We were a force that challenged the very essence of its existence.

We hovered above the Devil—Belial—the ancient adversary whose malevolence had spread like a plague across the ages of existence. Our eyes, filled with divine and unyielding light, bore into the depths of his twisted soul. There, beyond the layers of his malice and cruelty, we saw it—a flicker of something he had never shown to any other being.

Fear.

For the first time, perhaps in all of pre-recorded and recorded history, the all-mighty Belial was afraid. His expression was a mask of defiance, a grim façade carved from centuries of terror and command, but... we could see through it all. We were omnipotent now, a fusion of sight and knowing that pierced through every shadow, every lie, every pretense. We saw him, laid bare and vulnerable in a way he had never been.

The new entity—the being we had become—was far more than the sum of its parts. We were not merely a merging of two forces but a singular existence, a complete and unbreakable unity of two ancient souls. Light and darkness, fury and mercy, power and wisdom—all intertwined to create something greater, something unprecedented.

Belial sensed this as well.

We could feel his unease radiating, a silent acknowledgment of an ending he had not foreseen. And as we floated above him, an undeniable truth settled over the battlefield... We were one, and our unity would be his undoing.

Our body towered above him, nearly four times his size—a colossal form that eclipsed even his most fearsome presence. His gargoyle wings, twisted and jagged, seemed insignificant compared to our four immense wings—two on each side—spanning outward like a celestial canopy that cast shadows over the Hellish land below. Each of our wings pulsed with a divine power that rippled through the air, dwarfing the frail and corrupted appendages of the Devil that lay about.

Our muscular frame was vast and formidable, and our skin, a seamless blend of divine and mortal essence, was impenetrable—a living armor forged from the union of two souls who had transcended their limits. There was a hum of pure energy coursing through every fiber of our being, a power so profound that it exceeded that of any God known in this existence—and perhaps in any other.

With a clarity that resonated like a distant echo, we remembered the moment when God Himself bowed to Xavia. It was a gesture not just of reverence but of foresight—a recognition of what Xavia and Grace were destined to become, of what we would soon embody.

Even He, the Creator of all things, understood that this fusion—this entity we had become—would surpass His own might. We were not merely a force to be reckoned with; we were a new dawn rising, a power that would outshine even the highest divine.

And He knew it.

Aubrey's dragon tail still held him tightly.

We, Omniel, will purge this filth.

Our purpose has come to pass.

We lifted the Devil by his throat with a single, effortless motion, our massive hand closing around his neck like a vice. The movement was slow, deliberate—almost gentle in its execution. We could feel the pulse of his fear beneath our grip, his once-mighty form reduced to a mere puppet in our hands. The dark aura that once radiated from him like a burning pyre now seemed to flicker and fade, snuffed out by the overwhelming presence of our merged being.