Eve of A New World

Standing before Kyra was a rather interesting sight to behold, although she did seem rather annoyed with a lot of paperwork.

"Does the clone trick not work anymore?"

Kyra looked up at the soul in front of her. "It did until it started to be argued that me using clones was the same as an auto pen."

"Sandstorm?"

"Sandstorm." Kyra agrees with a nod.

"Whelp now that we've invoked her name I know what's gonna happen to me."

"It happens. So how did you end up here? Ah you are a military version of my original… no wait civilian maintainer? How interesting… Wait did you kill yourself?" Kyra states

"I'm still wondering how you managed to get that computer engineering degree, I remember going for that an suffering for it."

"Yeah, that was a 5 year slog… so any idea on what you want to do?" Kyra asks realizing that they are clearly avoiding the question.

"Template system with our characters from souls like games?"

"Sure any preference on world line?" Kyra asks

"Massive multicross DXD?"

"Sure any idea on starting point?" Kyra asks

"Could I start off with Eve from Stellar Blade, but instead of hybrid betweeen android Naytiba, we go with android, Angel?"

"Ha! Oh that will be a fun mess absolutely we can do that." Kyra states agreeing with a smile.

"Great. An I'll unlock other templates later? Maybe have them stack kinda a minor buff to the current template?"

"That can be arranged. Here is hoping this doesn't go the same way as reincarnated with fire power." Kyra answered

"That's because the characters boon was based on a game we never actually achieved completion in."

"I actually completed that game…" Kyra mutters

The two stared at each other for a moment.

"Ah, well. Shit happened."

"Right well, have fun with the mess you are dropping yourself into," Kyra states with a sad smile.

=
System Message:
Welcome, User.
Initializing Template Protocol…

Soulslike Framework Detected
Primary Template Selected: Stellar Blade — Eve Variant 100%
Genetic Pathway: Android-Angel Hybrid
Progression System: Stackable Templates — Buff Carryover Enabled

Next template: Empty please select.

Good luck. You'll need it.


===

Gabriel was sitting next to the wall of Angels a wall with millions of names on it. Of which all but a couple hundred thousand we're grayed out an of those quite a few were black. Indication of them having fallen.


She liked to come to it every couple of weeks and see which of her siblings were still alive.

That was when said wall started to glow and a new name was added.

===

Meanwhile above the Vatican hundreds gather in NAS and prayer.


The prayers ceased the moment the sky cracked.

High above the marble floors and golden altars, a radiant tear split the air with a sound like trumpets being strangled. Time seemed to hesitate. Every candle flickered. Every statue of every saint bowed its head—not in reverence, but in fear.

Then something fell.

It was not a fall like a body tumbling. It was a descent of will, wrapped in wings of light and power, and when she struck the basilica floor, the very ground trembled. The stained-glass windows exploded outward—not inward—shards singing through the air like broken hymns.

A crater smoldered at the heart of the sanctuary, ringed with fire that did not burn, and light that did not cast a shadow.

At its center rose a figure.

She was tall. Elegant. Drenched in impossible beauty and terror both—her body a fusion of divine grace and something alien, inhuman.

Her black hair drifted on an invisible breeze. Her eyes opened—no iris, no pupil. Only radiance.

Gasps broke out. A priest dropped his rosary. A nun wept in silence.

And at the altar, the Pope himself staggered back two steps.

The being spoke.
"Be Not Afraid."

==
The Heavens groaned.

When Eve arrived, her presence carved a ripple through the firmament, like a sword splitting still water. Every layer of heaven shook angels stilled, because for the first time in a near Kellen they felt a massive amount of Holy Power move. Power that was new. every Dominion turned their eyes to the Earth. For the first time in a long time they felt their fathers grace.

But two moved first.

Wings of radiant force burst into motion—twelve for one, ten for the other—trailing contrails of burning holiness as two of Heaven's greatest Seraphim descended.

Michael, the Commander of the Host, carried no blade in his hand, but the idea of a sword hung over him like an executioner's shadow. His eyes shone with hope. An Raphael, the Healer, bore a staff bound in living light, his presence a balm and a blade both.

As they descended, clouds parted. Thunder stilled. Every sensor on Earth registered a "solar anomaly" converging on Vatican City.

They arrived not at the edge of the crater, but within it.

Reality permitted it.

Stone cracked as their feet touched down, the holy aura around them warping time slightly with each pulse.

Eve turned. Slowly. Unafraid. Unblinking. Unbothered.

Michael stepped forward. "Who are you?"

"I am Eve." The slight asian looking woman said as she spread her eight radiant white wings for all to see.

Michael's eyes narrowed. His silence was measured.

Raphael broke it.

"Eve? Like Adam and Eve?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

Eve inclined her head gently. "I once adventured with Adam before we joined as one… to birth a new humanity."

The air froze.

Even Michael blinked.

"You lie," Raphael said, almost whispering.

"I do not," Eve replied calmly, without a trace of offense.

"I feel that we should take you back to the Silver city with us." Micheal states.

"As you wish… Older Brother?" Eve states the words sounding weird to her.

Joining the Heaven faction was the plan and leave it to Sandstorm to cause a chaotic entry like this… It would be best to take advantage of the situation.

This story is part of the Sunday Special stories, each week, the users in the Discord get to vote for which story gets chapters on sunday.


Also, omake's and reader-written chapters are more than welcome. I enjoy comments and those help me write more chapters aswell usually giving me great ideas.

The Ascension Gate pulsed shut behind them, its golden seals whispering into place with the sound of closing hymns. Light cascaded from towering crystal arches, refracting endlessly in the radiant sky above the throne-tiered spires of Heaven's core. The air here shimmered with the frequency of Creation itself.

Eve stood silently as every eye—angelic, immortal, and divine—turned toward her.

Archangels. Thrones. Principalities. Even a few cautious cherubs watched from a distance, their wings coiled tight.

She should not exist.

And yet, she did.

Father was dead there were supposed to be no new angels.

Father was dead.

There were supposed to be no new angels.

That was the first law unspoken, and the last command engraved into the foundations of the Silver City itself: There shall be no others born of Heaven's breath.

And yet, Eve stood among them.

Not a fallen, not a created construct, not a corrupted echo like the Nephilim or the Watchers. She radiated grace. Real grace. Not stolen, not synthesized—though part of her very being was machine, laced with alloyed fibers and quantum soul-logic—there was still divinity beneath the surface.

Living. Unignorable.

Then came Gabriel
Messenger of the Word,
And one of Heaven's strongest warriors.

Twelve wings folded behind her in layered radiance, veiled in soft light and sound that resembled the edge of a lullaby. Her beauty was not dazzling, not overwhelming—it was inviting, like the first dawn after a flood.

But there was steel beneath it.

Gabriel's feet did not touch the floor. She glided, a breath above the marble, every movement deliberate, as if even Heaven bowed to her steps.

Eve kept still.


Every instinct screamed that now was the moment to say nothing unnecessary. Fighting would be bad.

You couldn't lie to angels.

Not really.

Not when they saw essence more than words. Gabriel would feel the truth. But if Eve believed it—if she walked in the skin of it, wrapped herself in that role—then perhaps it would be enough.

After all… she was part angel now.

Gabriel stopped a pace away from her.

She said nothing at first. Her eyes, like living wells of compassion and starlight, searched Eve's face. Not for guilt. Not for deceit.

But for pain.

"…You're afraid, you are sad. You are Scared." Gabriel said softly. Before suddenly enveloping Eve in a hug. "You suffered a great loss."

Eve didn't answer.

"You shouldn't be, afraid or scared" Gabriel continued, lifting a hand and gently brushing Eve's cheek. "You shine. Differently, yes—but I have heard of stranger beings praised by Father Himself."

Eve's breath caught. The machine parts of her flickered slightly at the contact—holy energy synchronizing with her internal powers systems and it felt amazing.

"What is your story Eve?" Gabriel asks softly

Eve took a breath she didn't know she was holding.
Gabriel listened.

She did not interrupt. She simply held Eve's hand, warm and steady, as the new angel spoke with a voice threaded in memory, pain, and pride.

"I was made in the image of my creator," Eve said quietly, the words falling like silver into the sacred air. "Right as the original humanity… died. Not by plague or war. But by its own hubris."

She paused.

"Killed by their own creations."

Eve continued, eyes distant.

"I fought. And I fought. Not because I hated them, but because there was no one else left to take up arms. That was our punishment. When one is forced to leave the Garden of the Colony all there ever was was war."

Her voice softened, trembling just a little.

"And then… I met Adam."

The name carried weight, even here.

Michael and Raphael—still watching from a distance—both glanced toward Gabriel. That name was sacred. Foundational.

"We journeyed together," Eve said, "through a world that no longer needed either of us. We fought together. We wept together. We built something new."

She looked down at her hand in Gabriel's.

"We joined as one, in love and understanding. Birthing the new humanity." Eve states

"Then Adam was no more… an I felt over come with grief. I fear I have made a grievous error." Eve states

"What did you do?" Gabriel asks

"I have sinned, in my grief I took my own life." Eve whispers

The words hung in the air like a benediction and a wound.
Gabriel's embrace tightened, her wings folding around Eve like a shelter from a storm that had long since passed but never truly ended.

The other angels stood silent, their eyes lowered—not in judgment, but in grief for a sister they had only just met and already understood too well.

Eve's breath trembled against Gabriel's shoulder.

Gabriel's voice came low, barely above a whisper, but steady as carved stone.
"Do you want to see him again?"

Eve froze. "What?"

Gabriel slowly pulled back, keeping her hands on Eve's shoulders, looking into her eyes with that impossible depth only a Seraph could hold.
"His body is here, in the Hall of Remembrance. Preserved, as all who shaped creation are preserved. You could stand beside him once more."

Eve's throat tightened. "Why… why would you offer me that?"

The air changed as they walked.

Gone were the refracted glories of Heaven's core—those cascading prisms of light, the triumphant hymns of eternal choirs. What lay ahead was quieter. Older. Heavier.

Gabriel led her in silence, her wings folded low in reverence. The passage beneath the spires opened into a vast chamber carved into the very bones of Heaven itself. Vaulted ceilings arched overhead like the ribs of a great celestial beast long since passed. The light here was dimmer—not gone, but muted, respectful.

The Hall of Remembrance.

A graveyard.

Not of dust, but of divinity.

Each alcove bore a sarcophagus—or in some cases, only a name carved in crystalline memory. Countless ranks stretched onward in solemn precision, angelic script glowing softly on every surface. Some tombs pulsed faintly with residual grace. Others were long cold, their occupants lost beyond even Heaven's reach.

Eve stopped walking.

She could feel it. The sorrow. The reverence. The stories unspoken.

"They were the first to fall," Gabriel said, her voice gentle, echoing in the endless rows. "In the war that broke the Morning Star… and nearly broke us all."

A statue loomed ahead—towering, golden, draped in winged reliefs. It bore no face. Just an inscription:

"To those who fell before the light.
May your names never fade."

Gabriel turned toward Eve. "The echoes linger here. The memories. The resonance of their final acts."

Eve swallowed. "You brought me here to test me."

"I brought you here," Gabriel said carefully, "to see you."

Eve looked where the seraphim was pointing to see the grave of the first humans.

An although the grave of Adam had his body in it… Eve's grave. HER GRAVE was empty.

Eve was staring blankly at the empty grave and could only think one thing. 'What the hell did you do Kyra.' She loookes up to see

'Didnt Code Vein have that one ability that allowed you to revive allies as long as their body hasn't dispersed yet.' She looked up to see the hundreds of thousands of dead angels.

"Gabriel, I am going to need blood. A lot of blood." Eve states outloud 'System chose code vein.'

The seraph's wings lifted slightly, feathers rustling like wind through leaves. Confusion flickered across her face. "Blood?"

Eve nodded, her eyes flashing with something both divine and alien. "To restore what should never have been lost. To bring light back where there is only silence. I can call them—if their bodies remain, if the echo of their grace still lingers."

Gabriel's breath caught. The chamber around them seemed to grow stiller, as though the very walls of Heaven strained to listen.

"Eve…" Gabriel whispered, stepping closer, searching her face. "What are you saying?"

Eve lifted her gaze, steady and unflinching. "That I can wake them. A good portion of these angels I can bring back at cost, but I can offset that cost with blood." Eve states

Thinking to bring up her system menu.

===
Souls System

Current Appearance: Eve(Angelic)

Completed Templates
Stellar Blade

Template in progress: Code Vein 1%

Abilities of System
Stackable Templates
Buff Carryover

Name: Eve

Vitality: D
Magic: H
Endurance: D
Strength: A
Dexterity: A
Resistance: C
Intelligence: B
Faith: S

New Ability Available: Guardian Aid — Sacrifice life-force to restore another.

===


Gabriel stood silent, staring, her mind torn between awe and terror. "Prove… it," she whispered, though she hardly knew if she wanted the proof.

Eve moved toward one of the crystalline alcoves, pausing before a form untouched by decay. The angel lay as though only asleep, wings folded close, lips parted in eternal stillness.

Eve placed one hand over the angel's chest, the other pressed firmly to her own. For an instant she closed her eyes—then she clenched her fist over her heart.

Her breath hitched. A violent tremor wracked her body as pain ripped through her, and she staggered forward to her knees. Gabriel rushed in, arms outstretched, catching her before she fell fully.

And then—

The silence cracked.

A gasp, ragged and desperate, filled the chamber. The body beneath Eve convulsed, lungs seizing air that had not been drawn in millennia. Wings quivered, eyes snapped open wide with uncomprehending light.

Gabriel froze, holding Eve against her, her own eyes wide with disbelief.

"Sister Gabriel?"

The impossible had happened.

===

Michael stood in the council chamber, the vaulted crystal walls resonating faintly with the hum of Heaven's wards. A circle of Thrones and archangels gathered around him, their voices low but tense.

"…what in creation are we meant to do with her?" Raphael pressed, frustration leaking through his carefully measured tone. "She is neither mortal nor angel, yet she wields father's power like we all do…"

"She has not erred," Michael cut him off, his voice carrying the sharpness of command. "Not yet. But her presence… unsettles the balance. She is one of us yet not."

A voice struck into his mind like a blade of light. Urgent, ragged, near-panicked.

Gabriel.

Michael—come. Now. She… she has done something.

Michael stiffened, his jaw set, as the chamber fell into uneasy silence. All eyes turned toward him, sensing the shift in his expression.

"What is it?" Uriel asks

"To the remembrance chamber now!" Micheal states as the remaining Archangles of heaven move at near light speed across the 7th level of heaven.

The chamber was still. For once, no hymns echoed in the air, no words of command or prophecy. Only silence—broken at last by Michael's voice, heavy with the weight of revelation.

"She did it," he said, as though speaking the words aloud might make them more real. "Gabriel swears it. The angel Althaeal breathes again. One of our own, lost since the War of Morning, restored."

A murmur passed through the Archangels gathered—Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, and the others—each face caught between disbelief and dawning reverence.

Raphael leaned forward, his eyes bright for the first time in a long time. "If that is the case she can bring them all back."

"She said she needed blood. I say we get her as much blood as we can." Gabriel mutters speaking up for the first time in a few moments.

Athaeal standing behind Gabriel mutely.

"Uriel, go take sister Athaeal for a check up, then we can talk about sourcing that blood for Eve when she wake up…" Micheal states

"Of course Micheal." Uriel states holding his arm out for Athaeal to grab so they can make a quick trip to the medbay.

With what could only be discribed as a flap of wings the pair were gone.

"Do we have any idea on Eve's strength? I mean she has six wings and has only been here for a few hours… but too much is unknown, and now she's too valuable to lose," Michael said, his voice edged with unease.

"We can figure that out when she wakes up… the wards just informed me she is stirring," Gabriel replied, her tone softer but carrying an undercurrent of urgency.

Michael nodded slowly, as if the weight of a thousand decisions pressed against his shoulders. "I will go with Gabriel. You all focus on training, passing down modern knowledge, and finding housing for our brothers and sisters who will likely be waking in the coming weeks."
A silence fell again, punctuated only by the soft hum of angelic wards in the air.

Then Raphael spoke, his eyes narrowing. "If Eve is truly the key… can we locate Father's body?"

The words struck like a thunderclap. Several wings flared in shock, feathers rustling against marble. Even Gabriel turned sharply, eyes wide with something between horror and disbelief.

Michael's jaw tightened. "You dare to speak of that?" His voice was low, dangerous, though it trembled with old grief.

Raphael did not flinch. "I dare because we must. If Eve can raise even those thought lost forever, then perhaps… perhaps she could rouse Him. If His body still lies somewhere… maybe a sliver of his will?"

"That… Uriel." Micheal states

"On it brother Micheal." Uriel states as he disappears from the archangel throne room.

The chamber thrummed with an unspoken terror, the kind that only came when words brushed against forbidden truths.

Gabriel's lips parted, but no sound came. Her hand curled tightly against her robes, knuckles white, as if she could hold in the rising storm of thought.

Raphael's gaze never wavered, steady as steel. "We have lived in absence for so long, Michael. If there is even the faintest chance—"

"Or the faintest risk," Raguel cut across, his wings half-spread, his voice sharp with restrained fire. "Do you not understand what you invoke? If He sleeps, it is by His own design. If He lies in silence, then to stir Him could undo all that remains of Heaven."

Raphael shook his head slowly. "Or heal it."

The tension rippled like heat through the throne room, ancient bonds straining.

Michael raised a hand, stilling them. His voice was low, but each word carried like a blade through still water. "Enough. The path is perilous—but the question cannot be unasked now." His eyes shifted toward the fading shimmer where Uriel had vanished. "If any trace remains of His presence, His body, His will… we must know."

Gabriel finally found her voice, softer than the others, but edged with urgency. "And if Eve is tied to this? If Father's mystery lives through her… then she must never be left unguarded. Never."

Raphael bowed his head in agreement, his fire dimming to resolve. Raguel turned his face away, but he did not speak again.

Michael drew in a slow, heavy breath. "So be it. Gabriel—your vigil is with her now. More than a watchful sister—you are her shield, her guide, her witness. If she falters, you must hold her. If she rises higher still… then you must tell us when to bow."

Chapter 5 : waking up and power up.

Eve groaned as consciousness returned, her body aching in ways both mechanical and divine.

"Right… that went well," she muttered, dragging a hand over her face. "System, how do I power up?"

===
Souls System
Beings playing games made by user: 0 / ?

Each 100,000 copies of a game sold and started equals 1% progress.

====

"Oh dear Father," Eve sighed, staring blankly at the glowing text. "That's… a lot. Guess I'll need to do some serious research."

"You're finally awake!" a voice chimed brightly.

'Did I… get caught trying to cross the border and ambushed by Imperials?' Eve thought dryly, sitting up.

"Hello, Sister Gabriel," she said aloud.

Gabriel's wings shifted in relief. "You gave us quite a scare when you collapsed. Is it true you can use blood to offset that?"

"Well, yes—blood helps," Eve admitted, flexing her hands. "But what I really need is to boost my proficiency. Make my power more efficient. Otherwise I'll just keep draining myself."

"Do you know how?" Gabriel asked.

"Faith," Eve answered simply. She gestured to herself, her body shifting slightly so her gleaming, android-like features stood out against her angelic flesh. "Not just faith in Father. Faith in what I create. Technology. Inventions. Things that make humanity believe."

Gabriel tilted her head. "And how can I help you in this?"

"I'm going to need access to a computer," Eve said, "and the internet."

"The… World Wide Web?" Gabriel asked cautiously, as though repeating a forbidden phrase.

Eve blinked. "Sister Gabby… what year is it?"

"It's 1995," Gabriel answered, brow furrowed.

Eve sat up sharply, and Gabriel instinctively reached to steady her.

"Can we descend to Earth? Can I get a house there?" Eve asked.

Gabriel hesitated, wings rustling uncomfortably. "…We will need to discuss this with Michael."

===

A week later, Eve sat at a computer in her new "apartment" in Heaven. They hadn't let her live on Earth yet, but a trial visit was already being arranged. In the meantime, she'd dived into the wonders of the early internet.

And what she found made her grin like a devil.

"Nintenda" —a legally distinct Nintendo—was on the verge of collapse. So she hacked into the accounts of long-dead gangsters, rerouted their forgotten fortunes, and quietly bought controlling interest. Game Freak? Already bankrupt. She scooped them up wholesale, securing the Pokémon IP and all 151 original creatures.

That would be her entry point: Pokémon.

Meanwhile, the devils had cornered the chip market. ARM architecture didn't even exist yet. Perfect. Eve drafted her own processor designs, planning to leapfrog the competition entirely—no Game Boy, straight to the "Advance."

Finally, she hacked herself a human identity: Eva Adams, freshly minted millionaire.

Now came the hard part. Explaining any of this to Gabriel.

The door opened.

"I'm back with food," Gabriel announced warmly as she stepped inside.

Eve swiveled in her chair. The centuries-old angel froze, tray clutched in her hands, staring at the wild, calculating gleam in her sister's eyes.

"...Eve," Gabriel said cautiously. "What did you do?"

"Well, sister," Eve said with a straight face, "I am going to need you to take me to Japan in a week for a shareholders meeting. Then I've scheduled a meeting with the executives at TSMC afterwards, so we'll need to head to Taiwan right after."

Gabriel froze mid-bite of the food she had just unpacked, the fork clattering against the plate. "…Shareholders meeting?" she repeated, her voice strained.

Eve swiveled the chair toward her, tapping the side of her head with a metallic tink. "Yes. I own controlling shares of Nintenda. Also Game Freak. And I'm arranging chip supply with TSMC so I can mass produce handheld consoles. We'll probably skip the 'Color' and go straight to the 'Advance.'"

Gabriel's expression flickered between disbelief, dismay, and a strange sort of secondhand panic. "…Eve, you can't just buy mortal corporations!"

Eve raised a brow. "Can't I? I already did. An considering the fact that the devils already have a massive control in the technology industry its only fair that heaven gets involved."

Gabriel's wings twitched, feathers rustling as if trying to shake off the absurdity. "You make it sound like some sort of… celestial arms race. Mortals are not pawns on a chessboard, Eve."

"They're not pawns," Eve countered smoothly, leaning forward in the chair. The screen's glow caught her synthetic eyes, giving them a faint, eerie gleam. "They're players. And I'm giving them the tools to play a game that feeds faith—not in Father, not in empty doctrine, but in creation. In imagination. In me."

Gabriel's throat worked, but no words came immediately. She looked torn, confusion etched into every line of her ageless face. "…This is not how angels are meant to gain strength."

"Maybe not." Eve's tone softened, though the conviction in it only sharpened. "But Father isn't here. The world has changed in His absence. If the devils and their allies dominate technology, then heaven is already losing the future. You know this, Gabriel. I'm not breaking the rules—I'm rewriting them for survival."

Silence stretched, heavy and electric.

Finally, Gabriel sat down, folding her hands in her lap. Her golden eyes searched Eve's, as if looking for some hidden trick. "…And what happens when Michael finds out you've tied your destiny to mortal money and machines?"

Eve smiled faintly, almost slyly. "Then I show him the numbers. Faith quantified, souls connected, billions of mortal hearts bound together in wonder. Even Michael won't be able to deny results."

Gabriel exhaled slowly, shaking her head. "…You terrify me, little sister."

"Good," Eve replied, turning back to her monitor as lines of code danced across the screen. "It means you understand what's at stake."

"Say Gabby… Do we have a music publishing arm of the church?" Eve asks

"Yeah?"

The boardroom was a cavern of polished oak and bright screens, corporate logos gleaming in the morning light. Executives, legal counsel, and accountants sat in stiff rows, their eyes wide with a mixture of confusion, anticipation, and outright skepticism.

At the head of the table, a figure moved with impossible calm. Eve—her eight wings folded neatly behind her, still radiating an aura of quiet authority—surveyed the room. Her chair, slightly taller than standard, elevated her above the mortal executives, emphasizing not just her presence but her absolute command.

"Good morning," she said, her voice smooth, melodic, yet carrying an underlying steel that made several of the attendees flinch despite themselves. "I am Eva Adam's, your new majority shareholder. Congratulations—you are about to enter a new era of Nintenda."

Murmurs ran through the room. A legal advisor coughed, clearing his throat. "Ms. Adam's… forgive me, but how exactly did…?"

Eve raised a hand. "I assure you, the mechanics of the acquisition are entirely above-board. We'll discuss the legal details later. Today, our focus is vision, strategy, and creation. First, product direction."

The executives leaned forward as Eve's eyes flicked across the LCD screens.

She swiped through detailed projections: market expansion, chip supply chains, and device blueprints that leapfrogged existing technology. "We will bypass the Color system. The Advance is where we start. By combining hardware and software innovation, we will maximize engagement and connect millions of players to experiences that inspire… creativity, collaboration, and faith in creation itself."

Eve swiped through the technical schematics, each slide crisp and precise. "The system features dual ARM processors—67 MHz ARM9 and 33 MHz ARM7—with 4 MB of RAM. Its performance will surpass most of the smartphones currently on the market, even those released by Asmos. And the price point? Significantly lower, ensuring mass adoption."

The executives exchanged glances, uncertainty battling awe. One murmured, almost to himself, "This… this could change everything."

Eve's gaze swept the room, sharp and unyielding. "We're not just making a console. We're creating a platform—hardware and software in perfect synergy. Every title, every accessory, every feature is designed to engage, inspire, and expand the reach of imagination. This is how we secure the future, not just for the company, but for the entire industry."

The CFO cleared his throat, voice trembling slightly. "Ms. Adam's… the scale… it's unprecedented. If we execute this, there is no turning back. Not to mention the cost."


"Feasible," Eve interrupted smoothly, "and if we go over budget, I'll handle it personally. I plan to elect myself CEO, but I will take no salary. I am independently wealthy. This isn't about profit—it's a passion."

She leaned forward, tapping the table for emphasis. "We have secured TSMC for chip production. Supply lines are solid. The architecture is optimized for portability and longevity. If you want to survive the next decade, you follow the plan exactly."

"How did you get TSMC on board?" an executive asked, incredulous.

"I have friends in high places," Eve replied, unbothered.

"And the announcement strategy? How do we shift Nintendo from print media to actively entering the market?" a shareholder pressed.

"I plan to debut at E3," Eve said, voice steady, "with a live demonstration of the console and the first two Pokémon games."

"Pokémon? That old trading card game? We have the rights? I thought Game Freak was defunct."

"I bought out Game Freak as well," Eve confirmed. "We will enter the market decisively—and dominate the handheld space."

====
Thaliel sat at her console, the glow of multiple monitors casting sharp lines across her features. As one of the few angels entrusted with regular dealings in the mortal world, she oversaw a sprawling network of music publishing companies. The Church had long ago proven itself unfit to manage music directly—ever since the scandalous attempt in the 1970s to ban AC/DC for being "anti-Christ devils' children," when all they had meant was Alternating Current and Direct Current.

A soft chime echoed through the quiet office, pulling Thaliel's attention to the incoming message. Her fingers hovered for a moment before she opened it. The sender: Sister Gabriel.

"Hello,
You may want to prepare. Our newest sibling, Eve, has sent over songs for publishing. It appears she wishes them to be released under the label. They are… unlike anything you've seen."

Thaliel's brow furrowed. Eve. The name had already begun to circulate in hushed whispers across Heaven, carrying awe, fear, and fascination in equal measure.

Curiosity flared. She clicked through the attached files, of the first album When the World Falls

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_3_-UrhZH0

Her wings twitched lightly behind her chair. "So this is her…" Thaliel murmured. "She's really unlike any angel I've ever encountered."

Fingers flying across the keys, she drafted a response to Gabriel.

"Acknowledged. I'll prepare the production teams. If these are what I think they are, Heaven's music is about to change forever."

Another chime signaled a reply from Eve herself, short and confident:

"Make them hear the light in a way they never imagined."

Thaliel leaned back, letting the hum of the monitors wash over her, and let out a sigh. "I am going to have so much work in the future.

The hum of fluorescent lights filled the open-plan office, punctuated by the soft clicking of keyboards and the low murmur of conversation. Boxes stacked neatly in the corner seemed unremarkable—until one of the interns, wide-eyed and slightly nervous, peeled back the tape to reveal the emblem embossed on the packaging: a stylized "N" paired with the faint glow of a star.

"This… this can't be real," one of the developers muttered, tracing a finger along the sleek, silver casing of the dev kit.

With the push of a button it turned on On the screen, instructions scrolled automatically, detailing the hardware's architecture: dual ARM processors, optimized for graphics and speed far beyond any handheld seen before. But it wasn't just the specs that drew gasps. It was touch screen with 4 different expansion slots.
Buried in the documentation was a note from the sender, one line typed in elegant script:

"Build wonders. Inspire faith. Create worlds."

The lead developer leaned back in his chair, letting the weight of it sink in. "Nintenda… is going to make waves."


Another box was slid silently across the desk, smaller, containing cartridges preloaded with prototype software. With a shaky hand he lifted up the small cartridge and entered it into the slot. The title screen blinked into existence: Game Halo – Pokémon Leaf Green.

The iconic pokemon music cut on with the battle between Nedoran and Gengar.

The office erupted into controlled chaos. Developers scrambled to workstations, screens flickering to life as lines of code and schematics were pulled up. The dev kit's touch interface responded flawlessly, swipes and taps translating instantly, while the expansion slots promised endless modular possibilities.

"This… this changes everything," muttered a programmer, scrolling through the ARM9 and ARM7 dual-processor specs. "We can finally run what we couldn't before. Final Fantasy, the Asmos Genos builds… everything."

Hands flew across keyboards, compilers running, emulators booting, the hum of innovation filling the room like electricity. Prototype assets from previous projects were loaded, ported, and tested. Sprites danced across the screen with unprecedented fluidity, soundtracks layered perfectly, and for the first time, the team realized the scope of what Eve had given them.

"Look at the expansions!" another shouted, jabbing at one of the four modular slots. "We can integrate multiplayer adapters, memory expansions… maybe even AR support!"

The lead developer leaned over, eyes wide, voice shaking with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "This isn't just a console. This is a platform for everything we've ever dreamed of… and then some. Nintenda is gonna utterly destroy the market!"

===

The sun beat down on Los Angeles, harsh and bright, but within the cavernous halls of the E3 convention center, the light was tempered by hundreds of spotlights and projection screens. The air buzzed with the mingling scents of electronics, freshly printed flyers, and the faint tang of anticipation.

Cosplayers wove through the crowds, some in intricate armor, others in fantastical robes, each embodying characters from worlds both new and beloved. Rias moved among them with an almost predatory grace, her eyes drinking in every detail. She adored the chaos, the energy, the sheer creative fervor of it all.

Akeno walked slightly behind, her expression a mix of amusement and caution. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, voice low, just enough to carry over the hubbub around them.

Rias smiled, a sharp, delighted curve. "Of course. This… this is where imagination and reality collide. And today, we're here to witness something extraordinary."

Ahead, the Nintenda booth gleamed under the ceiling lights. Massive drawings of Pokémon from that old, defunct card game adorned the walls, vibrant and nostalgic, pulling curious crowds like moths to a flame.

The staff worked tirelessly, handing out glossy pamphlets and plastering banners across every free inch of space. Bright letters announced their slot on the main stage, promising a reveal that would "redefine play itself." Whispers rippled through the convention floor—rumors of something revolutionary.

Their competitors had already staked their claims: Asmos Interactive's Gametab, sleek and versatile; Genos Systems' Dinasphere, marketed as raw power made portable; and PixelForge's Furnace, a hulking machine promising "true arcade quality" at home. These names buzzed around the halls, each brand pulling fans and critics alike.

And yet, it was Nintenda's booth that drew the most heat, the most questions, the most hungry stares. Whatever they were about to unveil, everyone knew it was going to be game-changing.

"When does that presentation for Nintenda start?" Rias wonders aloud

"It is in 30 minutes in the main hall." An attendant states
===

The main hall was a sea of bodies—journalists, developers, and fans pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, the heat of anticipation making the air almost hum. Spotlights swept lazily across the ceiling before narrowing in on the stage. The massive Nintenda logo pulsed on the screen behind the podium, its glow reflected in the eyes of thousands.

Rias leaned forward in her seat, her chin resting on the back of her hand. She could feel the energy of the room like static on her skin, almost intoxicating.

Then the lights dimmed further. A hush fell.

From stage left, a figure walked into the glow of the spotlight—confident, measured steps, dressed simply in black jeans and a turtleneck, a stark contrast to the bombast of the convention around her. Eva.

To most, she was just another executive. To Rias, however, there was something unmistakable in the way she carried herself: calm, poised, yet radiating what felt like a holy aura which… is weird because angels never left heaven.

"Good morning," Eva said, her voice smooth, amplified through the speakers with crystalline clarity. A ripple of applause swept through the audience.

"We're here today to talk about the future of play. But not just play—the future of connection. For too long, games have been bound by hardware limitations, by what we thought was possible on a screen. We asked ourselves a simple question: What if we broke those boundaries?"

Behind her, the screen flickered to life, showing abstract shapes flowing into one another: circuits dissolving into starry skies, pixelated sprites transforming into living, breathing worlds.

Eva paused, letting the silence build. Her timing was impeccable, almost otherworldly. "We believe games should do more than entertain. They should inspire. Challenge. Unite. They should make you believe in impossible things."

The audience was utterly silent, waiting, drinking in every word.

And then, with the same effortless grace, Eva turned and gestured to the glowing shape that rose slowly from the stage floor: a sleek silver console, its surface alive with faint luminescent patterns. The crowd gasped, cameras flashing like lightning.

"This," Eva declared, "is the Nintenda Game Halo."


View: https://youtu.be/Mdm3yVPfdYs?si=jarNL1yWu_HtrOIx

"That," she said, gesturing to the massive screen behind her as the first clip faded, "was the opening to a project I personally oversaw. Pokémon. Some of you may remember it as a card game, now mostly forgotten—except in the hearts of those who once played it. We thought… why not give it new life? Why not let those creatures leap from paper into a living, breathing world?"

The screen showed familiar sprites dancing across vivid backgrounds, the crowd erupting in cheers. Flashes from hundreds of cameras lit up like fireworks. Rias could practically feel the shockwaves of excitement ripple through the hall.

Eva allowed the noise to swell, then—just as the energy peaked—she cued the second clip. The chiptune melody struck like lightning, sending half the audience to their feet in recognition. Gasps, then laughter, then wild applause.

"Yes," Eva said, smiling faintly, her tone deceptively casual, "the classics are here, too. Reimagined. Ready to be played in ways they never could before."


View: https://youtu.be/z3ZiVn5L9vM?si=G2NByX8Jr1y-idcS

"We haven't come here with empty promises. We've put this hardware in the hands of developers worldwide—dev kits shipped, free of charge, to dozens of studios. What you've just seen is only the beginning. In the coming years, you'll see entire worlds take shape on the Game Halo. Worlds you've never imagined."

The console behind her glowed faintly brighter, as though punctuating her words.

"Two of these worlds—the ones you just saw—will be ready on day one. They'll come bundled with the system. Not as add-ons. Not as extra purchases. They're yours, from the start."

The hall exploded. Cheers, screams, applause that rattled the air.

Chapter 8: Launch Day

Eve groaned softly as she stirred awake in her home in Heaven. Even in paradise, fatigue clung to her bones. Could anyone truly blame her? The launch had to be perfect. Twenty million consoles were already prepped for distribution, and yet… it still didn't feel like enough. Not when so much was riding on it.

"Morning, Eve."

Gabriel's warm voice drifted into the room as her elder sister entered, radiant as ever. She carried herself with an ease Eve almost envied. "You ready for your trip to Earth?"

"Yes, big sis," Eve muttered, rubbing her temples. Her metallic fingers clinked faintly as she stretched, wings fluttering behind her.

Gabriel studied her with knowing eyes. "Remember your schedule. First, you meet with the Church engineers and the magi-tech division. After that, a check-in with your shareholders." She smiled faintly, though there was an edge of concern beneath it. "And then, of course, your big launch event in Japan."

Eve exhaled slowly, steeling herself. "I know. Thank Father the techs are there to keep the engineers from arguing themselves into madness about what is or isn't feasible."

Her gaze drifted to the corner, where her personal equipment case sat locked tight. I just hope I get my drone back, she thought, a flicker of impatience cutting through her composure. In Stellar Blade, that drone had been more than a weapon—it was an extension of herself. But here? Nothing. The system had stripped her bare when she became "Eve."

Her Code Vein avatar had been different. That one still lingered in her, items and all, locked away behind some unseen progress threshold. She could feel it—like muscle memory waiting to be tapped. At a certain percentage, access would return. She just didn't know when.

Gabriel's voice pulled her back. "You're distracted."

"Just… considering tools I don't yet have," Eve replied, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "But they'll come. Everything comes, in time."

Gabriel arched a brow, clearly unconvinced but choosing not to press. "Very well. Get dressed its time to go."

====

Morticia Adam's

It was the same as any Saturday nice and cloudy out it was beautiful, although the positive weather isn't what drew her attention that would be the girl on the front page of the video game magazine pugsley liked to order.

Eva Adams and she looked… well a bit ugly but there was definitely some weird resemblance between the young woman and her husband.

"Gomie!? Do you know if we have any relatives in Asia?"

Morticia turned the glossy cover toward the light, her pale fingers lingering on the photograph. The girl's sharp jawline, the arched brows, even the odd intensity in her gaze—it all tugged at something familiar.

Gomez looked up from polishing his rapier, his mustache twitching as he caught sight of the magazine. "Carissima, you've found my long-lost twin!"

Morticia tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "Don't be ridiculous, Gomez. She's too plain to be your twin. But the resemblance… unsettling. Almost as if she were carved from the same shadow."

Pugsley shuffled in, clutching another stack of magazines under his arm. "She made a new console," he muttered, dropping onto the couch. "Game Halo. Everyone at school says it's gonna be huge."

"Game… Halo?" Morticia repeated, tasting the words. A thin smile curved her lips. "Such a divine name. For such a mortal thing."
======
A dozen engineers and magi-technicians rose to their feet as Eve entered. Gabriel lingered by the doorway, watching with the faint smile of someone curious to see what her sibling would stir up this time.

"Lady Eve," the head engineer greeted, bowing stiffly. He was an older man, robes streaked with grease, spectacles perched precariously on his nose. "We were told you wished to discuss… unconventional applications of Church resources."

Eve's wings rustled once as she strode forward, laying a surprisingly mundane blueprint on the table in front of them. Black ink lines on crisp vellum—no glowing runes, no sigils of power—just neat diagrams of a machine they didn't recognize. A compact body, rotors drawn with precision, compartments for armaments. The title at the top read simply: Stellar Drone – Model E01.

The younger technicians exchanged confused glances. One leaned forward, squinting. "This is… some sort of construct? A golem without enchantment?"

"A drone," Eve corrected, her voice carrying both patience and steel. "A remote-operated machine. Mortals will see only a tool, perhaps even a toy, once they begin copying the design. But with your help, I intend for this to be more—an angel's eyes in the field. Reconnaissance, defense, even rescue. Small, efficient, replaceable."

The old engineer adjusted his spectacles, peering at the diagram. "No wards? No power crystal? This design runs on mostly mortal circuitry… It would be invaluable for our exorcists in the field."

A ripple of hushed voices spread among the gathered technicians. Some leaned closer to the vellum, fingers twitching with the urge to sketch modifications. Others recoiled slightly, as if the absence of runes and wards left the design naked.

One younger engineer finally spoke up, voice cautious but tinged with excitement. "If this… drone… can be built to function as described, it would grant our exorcists constant sight lines in hostile ground. It could scout lairs, map wards, even carry holy water or small charms for rapid deployment."

A silver-robed magus, older and sterner, frowned deeply. "But without enchantments, it is… profane. Nothing but wires and mortal metal. Such things fail. They corrode. They are not blessed by Heaven. Do you intend for us to put the safety of our brothers and sisters in the hands of fragile toys?"

Eve's wings shifted, feathers whispering against one another. She didn't flinch from the man's accusation—she met it head-on. "Not toys. Tools. Tell me, brother—how many exorcists have we buried because we insisted on them walking blind into the unknown? How many novices shattered because we gave them a candle where they needed a torch?"

The room fell still at her words. Even Gabriel, silent at the back, tilted her head with quiet approval.

The head engineer exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. "If… if it can be done, then yes, this would change much. It would take months to balance mortal circuitry with our resonance arrays. Years to perfect production." He looked up, studying Eve with something between awe and dread. "But I believe it can be done."

"Then begin," Eve said simply, her tone brooking no argument. "Start with this model. Refine it, test it, make it sing. When I return, I expect progress." before turning around and walking out.

She would have her drone back soon.


============

Sirzechs Gremory

Letting Rias attend E3 had been a mistake.

Now she wanted the Halo system more than anything—and after Ajuka's quiet warnings, Sirzechs was certain Heaven's hand was all over it.

They'd been far too active lately. First came the songs—catchy, insufferably so. Keep Your Rifle by Your Side was the worst. For humans, it was just another tune. For devils, it was a headache that cut sharp and deep, a constant reminder that Heaven still knew how to press its weight onto the world. And humans adored it. They sang it everywhere.

Sirzechs sighed, rubbing at his temple. The humans thought this was a fad. He knew better. It was pressure. A message.

"Big bro! Look at the line!"

Rias' delighted voice pulled him back. She pointed excitedly to the storefront, where the line of fans coiled around the block, buzzing with anticipation. To her, this was just a new toy, a distraction.

To him? It was a Trojan horse wrapped in plastic and promise.

Still, here he was. Standing in line. Playing the role of doting big brother.

Until the voice came.

"Hello!"

Both turned.

Eva Adams, CEO of Nintenda, stood behind them with a bright, almost disarming smile.

Rias froze, eyes wide. "Y-you're—!"

"Hello, little miss Gremory," Eve said warmly, patting her head like they were already old friends. "It's nice to officially meet you."

Sirzechs' guard shot up instantly. Power hummed faintly beneath his skin.

Eve met his gaze, her smile sharpening just enough. "And you as well… Maou Lucifer."

The title landed like a blade. Formal. Intentional.

And then the light came—soft, radiant, impossible to ignore. Gabriel stepped through the crowd, her presence wrapped but not hidden, expression torn between fondness and exasperation.

"Eve," she said with a sigh, "I leave you alone for two minutes, and you're already provoking our enemies?"

Eve only shrugged, as if the tension wasn't thick enough to shatter steel. "Enemies, yes. But the fighting's over. Give it a decade, and we'll be calling it something else entirely."

The words hung between them, daring response.

For once, even Sirzechs had no ready answer.

The humans around them noticed nothing—just another cheerful CEO greeting fans. Cameras flashed, chatter buzzed, and the line shuffled forward. Only three people in that crowd knew the weight of what was happening.

Sirzechs tensed, but Gabriel raised a hand in a calming gesture, her expression soft. "Peace, Lucifer. We are not here for conflict. Only for… conversation."

Rias blinked, confused, but her brother's eyes narrowed. "Conversation? At a toy launch?"

"Not a toy," Eve corrected smoothly, still smiling as she crouched slightly to meet Rias' eye level again. "A bridge. Between worlds, if you let it be. Gaming transcends borders and cultures if you let it."

Sirzechs studied her, every instinct screaming caution. Yet there was no venom in her voice, no hostility in Gabriel's presence. Just… intent. Calculated, yes, but not hostile.

Gabriel spoke next, tone low enough that only they could hear. "The war is done, Sirzechs. What remains is habit, mistrust, and pride. We will not settle those things in a day… but perhaps in a decade." Her eyes softened. "And perhaps it starts with my youngest sisters guidance."

Eve tilted her head, meeting his stare without flinching. "I don't intend to erase the past, Lucifer. But I do intend to shape the future. Mortals are already changing faster than either side can control. If we keep fighting, they'll outgrow us both."

Sirzechs' lips pressed into a thin line. "And if this… bridge of yours is just another weapon dressed in softer words?"

Eve shook her head, smiling faintly. "Not a weapon. Hopes. Dreams. Imagination. Human creativity. That's the point, Lucifer. To prove that no matter how different we may seem—no matter what our leaders insist—we are all reflections of the same truth. We are all made in the image of our Father's perfect creation."

"Humanity," Gabriel added softly, her golden eyes steady on Sirzechs.

"Anyways, enough of that. Com,e Little Rias, let's get you a Halo Game system." Eve states, reaching out her hand towards Rias
Rias looked at the hand distrustfully.

"Really? Rias, it's not like you are making a deal with the devil." Eve states, trying to hide their mirth in her voice.

"Fine." Rias tones out grabbing her hand.

Eve smiles not able to help but think of the song "friends on the other side."

The group walked silently as Eve lead them into the Nintenda store.

Sirzechs watched the situation unsure of what to do so he just followed.
====

Eve bent down, box in her arms, and presented it with a flourish. The console gleamed under the store lights, still sealed in its pristine packaging.

"For you, little Rias," she said warmly, holding it out like a sacred gift. "The very first one off the line. Consider it… a token. Of friendship."

Rias' eyes went wide. "For me? Really?!"

Eve nodded, her smile gentle. "Really. No tricks, no catches. Just play, laugh, and have fun. That's all I ask. I even made you a special one. Do you see this port here? If you plug it into a computer you can record and see the screen play back on the computer." Eve states

Rias turned the box in her hands, spotting the small silver-marked port Eve had pointed out. Her eyes lit up like stars. "Wait—you mean I can save everything I do in the game? I can show it off later?!"

"Exactly," Eve said with a wink. "Your brother might not understand it yet, but trust me—one day, people will treasure being able to share their adventures. Stories aren't just told in books anymore, Rias. They're lived."

Rias hugged the console tighter to her chest, bouncing on her toes. "This is the best thing ever!"

Sirzechs forced his lips into something resembling a smile, though his stomach knotted tighter with every squeal of joy from his sister. A gift, freely given, yes—but one that bound Rias' heart so easily. That was what unsettled him most.

Eve rose gracefully, brushing her palms together as if the deal was sealed. "Then it's yours. Play well, little Gremory."

Chapter 9: Rias posts a video.

The Devil Net was still young, still crude in design, but years ahead of the mortal Internet. And so, Rias did the only sensible thing the moment she got home: she hit record.

Her fingers flew with nervous excitement as she connected the Game Halo's hidden silver port to her computer, just as Eve had shown her. A faint hum ran through the system, and then—there it was. The screen, mirrored perfectly on her monitor.

Rias leaned forward, her crimson hair falling over her shoulders as the opening of Pokémon Fire Red lit up the display.

"Okay," she whispered, unable to contain the grin spreading across her face. "Let's do this."

The pixelated flames roared to life, the title music echoing out with all the boldness of a new era. Rias' laughter rang out as she selected her name, chose her starter, and began narrating her first fumbling steps into Kanto.

She wasn't thinking about history. She wasn't thinking about politics. She was just a girl with a new game, too happy to keep the joy to herself. But by the next morning, her video was already bouncing from server to server across the Devil Net—bright, bubbly, infectious.

The first "Let's Play" in history. And it belonged to Rias Gremory.
===

Within two months, Rias' little recording had transformed into something no one expected. What started as a playful video uploaded to the Devil Net spiraled into a phenomenon.

The Crimson Ruin Princess was already infamous among her peers, but now she was everywhere. Her bubbly commentary, her gleeful laughter, her frustrated outbursts whenever her Pokémon fainted—it all drew people in. Clips of her battles circulated endlessly, sparking debates, strategies, and fanart across the Net.

And then came the night.

The first live stream.

It wasn't planned. Not really. Rias had just figured out how to bypass the recording cap Eve had built into the system, and with a few tweaks (and a lot of pestering from younger devils who wanted to "see it live!"), she set up a feed.

And so the Crimson Ruin Princess fought her way through the Elite Four with half the Underworld watching.

The chat scrolled like wildfire, filled with cheers, jokes, and even wagers as her Charizard took on Lance's Dragonite.

"Come on, come on!" Rias shouted, leaning so close her hair brushed the screen. "One more Flamethrower! One more!"

The health bar ticked down… and down… and then Dragonite fell.

The screen exploded in victory music. Rias leapt to her feet, fist raised, shouting in triumph.

The chat went wild, walls of text flying faster than anyone could read. "CRIMSON PRINCESS WINS!" — "LANCE IS DONE!" — "CHARIZARD SUPREMACY!"

Rias spun around in her chair, arms raised in celebration, basking in the cheers she imagined roaring from the other side of the screen.

Only… the game didn't end.

Her triumphant smile froze as the dialogue box popped up:

"Congratulations, Rias. But you still have one more challenge ahead… The Champion awaits you."



Rias' triumphant pose collapsed in an instant, her arms falling limp at her sides. She whipped back to the screen, horror washing over her face as the Champion's Room door loomed in pixelated silence.

"WHAT?! I have no healing items left!" she shouted, shaking the controller as though it might magically fix her predicament.

The chat exploded.

"LOL RIP"
"CRIMSON PRINCESS FORGOT THE POTIONS!"
"THIS IS HOW LEGENDS DIE XD"
"NO HEALS RUN LET'S GOOOO!"

Rias buried her face in her hands, groaning dramatically. "Why didn't I stop at the Poké Mart?! I was so confident!"

She peeked through her fingers, glaring at the screen with renewed determination. "Fine. If that's how it is, then I'll fight the Champion with what I've got left. Charizard's still standing. We'll burn our way through, no matter what."

She sat up straighter, eyes blazing with the same fiery pride as her favorite Pokémon. "Alright, Champion. Whoever you are… come at me!"

The doors slid open, and the screen revealed her rival—smug, waiting, and stronger than ever.

The Champion's smug grin filled the screen. Blue's Pidgeot swooped in with a critical hit before Rias could even blink.

"What—what?! That was a CRIT?!" she shrieked, slamming the desk as her poor Charizard staggered. "No, no, no—hang in there!"

The Devil Net chat exploded.

"RIP CHARIZARD"
"BLUE IS HIM"
"LMAO FIRST RUN CURSE"

Charizard managed to fight back, wings blazing with one final Flamethrower, but it wasn't enough. The rival's Alakazam, then Blastoise, chewed through what little was left of her battered team.

Rias sat frozen, staring in disbelief as the final "YOUR PARTY HAS FAINTED" appeared.

The room echoed with the faint victory theme of her rival, smug text on the screen: "I am the Champion!"

"NOOOOOOO!" Rias howled, throwing herself back in her chair like she'd been physically struck. "I beat the entire Elite Four and lost to HIM?!"

The chat was merciless, filling the screen faster than she could read:

"CRIMSON PRINCESS, HUMBLED"
"BLUE SWEEP"
"ALL HAIL THE TRUE CHAMPION"
"CHARIZARD DESERVED BETTER"

But despite the sting, a slow grin crept across Rias' face. Her crimson eyes gleamed with the fire of challenge.

"Fine," she growled, pointing at the screen like Blue could see her. "You think you're Champion? Enjoy it while it lasts. Because I'm coming back. Next time, you're mine."


And as Rias' fame skyrocketed online, so too did Nintenda's console. Pokémon Fire Red and Leaf Green, bundled with the Halo, smashed expectations—100,000 units sold in the first month. Critics praised the console's power and innovation, but fans… fans just wanted to be part of what Rias and her Charizard had started.

The era of the Game Halo had truly begun.

Months passed by Idly, an although she had given the schematics for her drone to the church… It was likely another year from being finished, with the tech being so far ahead of the times they had to build the machines to build the machines which would build the machines to make said drone.

Eve wandered through the alabaster halls of Seventh Heaven, her sandals whispering against the polished floor. Angels passed her with nods or polite smiles, but she could still feel the weight of their stares. Their curiosity was subtle but constant, a reminder that she was not like them. Not entirely.

The youngest sister. The one who had not descended or been formed—but born.

Her very existence had unsettled the ranks of Heaven. Even now, whispers clung to her presence like shadows: envy, wonder, suspicion. Some had nearly fallen from the sheer dissonance of it.

And yet… here she was.

Her wandering steps brought her into one of the countless gardens where marble statues stood sentinel among the fountains and silver trees. Most were familiar—depictions of saints, martyrs, and angels who had given everything for the Father's will. She'd walked these paths before, never expecting anything but the familiar.

Until she saw it.

Eve stopped dead, breath catching.

The statue was not of an angel. Not of a saint. Not even of anything she should recognize from the Heavenly archives.

But she did.

A massive figure, hunched in a knight's armor, burdened by a colossal halberd. The stonework caught the grotesque curve of the weapon, the weight in its stance, the sorrow hidden beneath its helm.

"Iudex Gundyr…" Eve whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

A character she had only known from stories. From games. From the fractured echoes of another world.

Her hand reached out, brushing the cold marble of the blade. The moment she touched it, a shiver coursed through her—the faintest resonance of something ancient, foreign, and wrong.

"Why is this here…?" she murmured.

The garden seemed to hush around her. Even the birdsong faltered.

For a fleeting second, she thought the statue's helm shifted—just enough to acknowledge her.

Eve's heart thundered. She stumbled back, eyes wide, wings flaring instinctively as she scanned the silent garden. But nothing moved. The other statues remained where they always had.

"Did Father put you here… For me? Even now I am amazed by his foresight, I have to go get Gabriel… If I could make a BONFIRE, that would change the dynamic entirely."

Her mind flickered to her Code Vein character, still sitting at just 12% completion. She was a year or two away from finishing it and finally selecting her DS2 avatar. Originally, she had intended to choose the Darksouls Remastered path, where her avatar would be the Grim Reaper itself: Level 501, Max Great Scythe and Lifehunt Scythe, 99 Dex, 86 Strength—a truly massive boon.

But for now, she needed the 35 Fire Seeds, she got from farming the Giant Lord in the Dark Souls Scholar of the First Sin. Oh lord… if this worked, she was going to become a firekeeper.

Eve looked up still stuck in though. As she was now, she remained strictly High Class. Code Vein would shift some of her stats into Ultimate Class, while Dark Souls 1 would have pushed the rest into Upper Ultimate Class, with a few lingering attributes landing at Mid-Lower Deity.

"Right Gabriel and Plan first. Think of unlocking my Darksouls 1 Character Later." Eve mutters as her wings shoot out and she flies off to go find her elder sister.

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Eve found Gabriel exactly where she expected her — buried behind a mountain of paperwork that could have been mistaken for a holy relic itself.

Scrolls and forms littered her desk in organized chaos, stamped with golden seals and threaded with divine light. Each shimmered faintly with the prayers and petitions of millions of mortals. Gabriel's expression, however, was far less radiant.

When Eve landed softly by the doorway, wings folding neatly behind her, Gabriel didn't even look up. "If this is about another project, little sister," she said dryly, "I must remind you that I am still processing the last one."

Eve tilted her head, blinking. "The drone?"

Gabriel finally looked up, tired blue eyes narrowing. "No. The faith surge."

"…Faith surge?"

Gabriel sighed — the kind of sigh that carried centuries of patience being tested by one very specific angel. "Yes, Eve. The sudden, unexplainable resurgence of worship among mortals after alot of songs were released."

Eve winced. "Oh."

"Oh," Gabriel repeated, flatly. "There are revival movements forming in at least five countries, and Michael wants a report by morning. I had to explain Jusitn TV to a Seraphim Council, Eve. Why did you Purchase that again?"

Eve straightened, wings giving a faint twitch as if bracing for impact. "I didn't buy it," she protested quickly. "I… invested. It was supposed to be a test platform for broadcasting gameplay—purely technological, I swear! I didn't expect half the planet to start treating it like a divine network of testimony."

Gabriel pinched the bridge of her nose. "You accidentally created a mass faith media outlet."

Eve hesitated. "…In my defense, it's very user-friendly."

A long pause. Gabriel just stared at her. The silence was so heavy the faint hum of divine energy from the parchment stack seemed loud.

Finally, the archangel spoke, voice deceptively calm. "You are telling me that your 'innocent experiment'—which was intended to record devil livestreams—has instead reignited human faith, spawned at least three global revivals."

"How?" Eve asks dumfounded.

"The most successful Woman CEO is a devout Christan, and is mostly quiet about her entire life, in interviews outside of her love of god... It doesnt matter sister, what did you come to see me for?"

"Would now be a bad time to say I wrote more songs?" Eve asks

Gabriel just Sighs.

It's not Eve's fault that the main singer for Army of lovers died of supernatural causes at the age of 8… Although there is no doubt that the song would be attributed to him.

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Chapter 11: The Creation of FireLink Shrine

Eve and Gabriel stood before the statue — the armored warrior frozen in eternal vigil, a spiral sword thrust clean through his chest. The marble gleamed faintly beneath the heavenly light, its surface so detailed it almost breathed.

Gabriel folded her arms, wings rustling as she studied it. "Yeah," she admitted at last, "I've never seen this before in my life."

Eve glanced at her, eyes wide with a strange recognition. "That's Iudex Gundyr, Gabe."

Gabriel frowned. "So he has a name. Why is he here?"

"I think Father put him here for me," Eve said simply.

Gabriel arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "For you? Why would Father place a statue of a mortal impaled by a sword in your garden?"

Eve's wings twitched as she stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the spiral blade. "Because I'm the only one who knows who he is. And more importantly… I know what that sword can do."

Gabriel moved beside her, studying the weapon. "It's beautiful craftsmanship," she murmured, fingertips hovering near the hilt. "But there's no divine trace to it — no resonance, no creation energy. Just stone."

Eve smiled faintly, mischief flickering in her eyes. "That's because it's sleeping. It's not a sword meant to shine, Gabe… it's meant to burn."

Gabriel's wings shifted uneasily. "Eve…" she warned, already recognizing that tone — the one that meant trouble, or genius, or both. "What are you planning?"

"I'm going to make a bonfire, I plan on using the concept behind Let there Be Light to resurect our angels prevent future death and allow them to grow more easily." Eve states

Gabriel blinked, caught between awe and dread. "…You're serious."

Eve nodded once.

Gabriel exhaled slowly, resigned. "Alright," she said, folding her arms with celestial calm. "So… how do we do this thing?"

Eve grinned and stepped forward. "Like this."

Her hand closed around the spiral hilt — and the heavens shook.

A blast of searing light and heat erupted outward, rippling through the marble floor like a living wave. The statue's eyes ignited with molten gold, cracks spidering down its form as something ancient stirred.

"Eve—!" Gabriel started, wings flaring defensively.

But it was too late.

The warrior's head rose, stone giving way to the stone figure. Who stood up wielding his halberd ready to fight.

Gabriel stared flatly at the reanimated figure. "…This is the threat?"

"Iudex Gundyr," Eve said reverently. "The gatekeeper. The test before the flame."

The knight lunged, halberd sweeping with enough force to shatter marble.
Gabriel raised a single hand.

Time seemed to snap. The halberd froze mid-swing, light folding tightly around her gesture, reality itself bending to her will. The knight halted completely, encased in radiant gold.

A tense pause followed.

Then, with a subtle flick of her wrist, Gabriel sent Gundyr hurtling backward. The knight slammed through three layers of marble railing, finally crashing into the far garden wall. The halberd skidded uselessly beside him.

Eve blinked, staring at the cratered ground. "…Well. That's anticlimactic," she muttered, still gripping the spiral sword. She tilted her head, a sly smile forming. "Now… who do I talk to about building a structure and securing the allotted land for it?"

Gabriel brushed a bit of marble dust from her shoulder, still watching the crater where Gundyr had fallen. "You're serious," she said dryly. "You actually want to build something because of this?"

Eve nodded eagerly, wings flicking with excitement. "Not just something. A shrine. A nexus for the Light — a place angels can return to if they fall. Think of it like… a respawn point, but holy."

"Maybe on the 3rd heaven? It needs to be lower so all angels can access it and use the LIGHT of the BONFIRE."

"Never mind," Eve said quickly. "Point is, I'll need space. Maybe the Third Heaven? It's close enough for access but far enough to not bother the Thrones. Four thousand square meters should do it."

Gabriel sighed. "You'll need Michael's approval. He handles spatial allotments now."

Eve made a face. "Of course he does. Can't even build a miracle without a zoning permit anymore."

"Welcome to Heaven's bureaucracy," Gabriel said evenly. "Now — how's the progress on the Revival Project? You said you were close."

Eve nodded, her tone shifting from playful to focused. "Another month or two. I am pushing Upper mid to High Class in most of my attributes. So with any Luck, I can fully break through and do the deed."

Gabriel's brow lifted, genuine surprise flickering across her face. "You're not Ultimate Class yet? With that much Light pouring off you, I figured you'd already broken past Michael's limit."

Eve chuckled softly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Not quite. My Faith's not what is holding me back — I am strong, but not enough to push through the ceiling yet. Physically, I'm between Upper Mid and High Class. I can take a Seraph's hit and still stand, but I'm not divine-tier… not yet."

Gabriel folded her arms, studying her closely. "You've gone toe-to-toe with Uriel and held your own. And your wings — they radiate like a living star. That's not 'Mid-Class' by any stretch."

Eve smiled faintly, her feathers giving a slow, luminous pulse. "Our wings are the conduit through which Faith flows. They're not just symbols of power — they're the catalyst. And mine?" She lifted her gaze, Light glimmering in her eyes. "I've got a lot of Faith to channel."

"That's a dodge." Gabriel states plainly

"I have alot of experience fighting foes stronger than me." Eve states

(Well I was not expecting to see a commsioned chapter so soon. Let alone how it was paid for but here yall go.)

It has been a few months since, has started Nintenda, her game sales were at a solid 3 million. It wasnt a matter of sales being slow they wre literally running out of systems, production was the bottle neck and hopefully that would be solved in a year or two.

She was high class fully now and it was time to start reviving the Angels.

Eve stepped through the archway into the Hall of Remembrance — a place few angels ever entered, and fewer still understood. The chamber stretched endlessly in all directions, its walls lined with countless memorials: faint silhouettes of angels long fallen, their names etched in living light. Each one pulsed faintly, like the echo of a heartbeat that had once belonged to something divine.

The air was still, reverent — the kind of silence that carried weight.

At the center of it all stood Michael, waiting beside a great marble dais.

Michael looked up as Eve entered, his expression as composed as ever, but his eyes betrayed something deeper — anticipation, perhaps even faith.

"You're right on time," he said simply.

Eve's boots clicked softly against the radiant floor as she approached. "I would've come sooner, but if I did this while I was too weak, i risked crippling my growth."

"So, how does this work?" Micheal asks

"It is a type of magic called Restorative Offering I lose about a third of my vitality for a period of time and I then can give it to allies as long as they are not fully dead and dispersed."

Michael nodded slowly, absorbing her words. His golden eyes flickered to the countless memorials etched into the walls of the Hall. "And the angelic blood?" he asked. "How does that factor in?"

Eve glanced at the vials floating in their golden rings of light, each one shimmering like molten rubies. "I am able to absorb it to restore my vitality back to its initial value."

Michael's brow furrowed slightly, considering her explanation. "So the blood acts as a regenerative catalyst for you, while your vitality becomes the conduit for the revival?"

Eve nodded, her wings shifting with the faint hum of anticipation. "Exactly. It's a delicate balance — too much strain, and I could collapse. Too little, and the ritual won't reach them fully. But combined, my vitality and the blood can spark life back into the fallen."

He studied her for a long moment, the quiet of the Hall of Remembrance pressing around them. "And you are confident you can sustain this… for all of them?"

"Oh, father no. I am going to have to do it one at a time." Eve responds "An, they are likely not going to come back at full health unless about a third of my upper mid class vitality is enough to fully heal them."

"I shall call on the healers then… Could we get started on this an hour or two, you can whatever you need to prepare while I get preparations done on my end." Micheal states

"Uh, big brother… Has Gabriel asked you about the land yet?" Eve asks

Michael's golden eyes flicked toward her, a faint crease forming at his brow. "Gabriel mentioned it briefly," he replied. "She said you intended to build a structure to channel some of fathers primordial light inorder to boost the strength of all angels… That's what Ive come to understand."

"That is mostly correct, I just need to build the Fire Link Shrine first. An from there you can observe every step I take if it has you worried." Eve states

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Michael gave a slow nod. "Then I'll see that the healers are ready and the Hall cleared. You'll have your hour, sister."
He turned and left with the soft rustle of wings, his presence fading until only the hum of the memorials remained.

Eve stood alone among the countless forms — angels sealed in crystal light, their faces serene, untouched by time. Every one of them a story, a voice that once sang in Heaven's choir.

She took a long breath and extended her hand. A golden sigil unfurled beneath her feet, a circle of spiraling runes that pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.

"Alright," she murmured to herself. "Let's see if all the theory holds."

The air shimmered as the vials of blood Michael had prepared floated around her — each one orbiting in slow, perfect circles. They glowed a deep, radiant crimson, the life of angels condensed and purified.

Eve's wings flared open.
"Restorative Offering."

The command rippled like thunder.

Light poured from her palms in ribbons of blinding white, sinking into the marble floor and branching outward toward the nearest memorial. The statue's faint outline began to pulse, its features sharpening from shadow to form — an angel with folded wings and a shattered halo.

As the spell deepened, Eve's vitality began to drain — she could feel it, her strength bleeding into the vessel like warmth into snow. Her breath grew shallow, but she pressed on, guiding the flow with precise, deliberate focus.

The angel's chest flickered — a spark of light, then another.

Eve clenched her jaw, reaching toward the nearest vial of blood. It burst open midair, the crimson contents forming a glowing sigil that wove itself into her own aura. The blood shimmered, and she inhaled sharply as its vitality refilled the gap her spell had carved out.

The cycle balanced — drain and restore, death and renewal.

Minutes passed like hours. Then, with a final pulse of golden light, the first angel drew in a breath.

Their eyes opened — dim at first, then brightening into silver flame.

Michael reentered just as the light faded, his gaze locking on the awakening figure. "You… you actually did it," he breathed.

Eve staggered slightly, wings trembling but steady. "One at a time," she said softly. "Just like I promised."

The newly revived angel looked around the Hall, confusion giving way to recognition. Their voice was weak but steady. "...My Lord Michael? The war—is it over?"

Michael stepped forward, his composure breaking for just a moment. "It is," he said. "Rest, my brother. You've been gone a long time."

Eve smiled faintly, already reaching for another vial. "Let's wake the rest," she whispered.

The sigil beneath her reignited.
The Hall of Remembrance began to glow.
Eve herself began to glow with holy power which belonged in heaven but was absent to any angel.
And one by one — the dead began to stir.