"hello 'gods' of Olympus. I hear you've been abusing your power and just popping out children with mortals, consent or not. Well. The one true God has seen this blantant misrule of power. So He sent me. It's time you meet your maker. Or should I say his retributioner. My name is Saint Michael. This vessel you see is Y/n. Straight descendant of Adam and Abraham. He's agreed to purge universes in the name of the Lord. Now let's get to business. Goodbye almighty 'gods' may Satan rip your immortal essence apart." Michaels eyes glow with unrivaled power, the blue washing over the room as the gods raise their weapons, arrogance clear on their faces as they just believe this 'Michael' to be a minor god and prepare to smite him. But all of them drop weapons as Michael takes his true form, bursting through the roof of their hundred foot tall throne room easily dwarfing their 15 foot forms as Michael unfurls his wings, each spanning one half of Manhattan, his entire body glowing a heavenly light as he brings his two handed, dragon slaying sword to his chest, looking down at this fake interpretation of the silver city. No words are needed as he glows harshly, preparing to concentrate his power to destroy the entire mountain.
Aaaand there's that. Who would want this? I know I've been gone a while, but I've slowly worked on my books and I'm going to come back and update them, and this is an idea I've had ever since I've come to Jesus, so who wants to see arrogant pantheons cut down with ease?