NOVPUBWhen everyone calmed down, Metatron made a gesture for Thirteen to talk.
"Since we are now on the same side, I will now let you all know my true identity," Thirteen said, after which he took off the helmet of his armor, revealing his face to everyone.
Gasps of disbelief spread inside the bunker as the followers gazed at the one person who was at the very top of their Kill List.
"Surprised?" Metatron asked as if finding everyone's reaction very amusing. "Yes. The same person whom the organization wishes to eliminate is also the Champion I have chosen.
"Zion Leventis is on our side and is hiding his true identity as my Champion to the world. Now that all of you know that he will lead you to a new era, make sure to give him your utmost support.
"It will not be the Monarchs nor the Prestigious Families who will rule this world from the shadows. It will be us, and even they would have to kneel and beg to be accepted in our organization."
After that brief moment of confusion, all the followers once again cheered.
They then did something that they weren't supposed to do and took off their own masks, also exposing their identities to everyone.
People from high positions in the world looked at their comrades with smiles on their faces.
"Renz Elrod, so you are also a believer of destruction," the CEO of Blackspire Industries, one of the companies that produced weapons of war, said with a smile.
"Well met, Albus," Renz replied. "Seeing you here makes me happy."
"Hahaha! We don't really get along that much, but I think we can now be good friends."
"I feel the same way."
Similar conversations were happening inside the bunker as the people, who were devout followers of the Church of Destruction, greeted their competitors, rivals, and enemies as if they were brothers and sisters born from the same parents.
The sense of liberation that they felt after meeting the Metatron, Camazotz, Kamrusepa, Paimon, Thirteen, and Princess Aracelle made them feel fearless.
It was as if the world was already in their hands, and all they needed to do was grasp it.
"As you may already know, not all the Jinns that have arrived here in the Cygni Continent deserve to become part of our organization," Thirteen said. "They are merely dogs sent here by their respective factions.
"However, we are the true rulers of this world. Together, we will create a new world order, free from the control of the Monarch Clans and free from the control of the Prestigious Families.
"A world where everyone will have equal rights, including the Jinns, whom many despise as our enemies. We are the true future of Pangea, and those who stand in our way will understand why the Church of Destruction will reign supreme!"
The followers looked at Thirteen with fanatical gazes.
They were the people who had always bowed their heads to the people in power, particularly the Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families.
They were people who had something precious taken away from them by those who wielded power and influence.
They were the people who wished to burn everything to the ground and take revenge upon those who had wronged them.
Now that they have a leader who will guide them, they were bound to become an unstoppable force that could even make the Monarch Clans feel as if they had kicked a steel plate.
"Brothers and sisters in faith, do take note that we should proceed more carefully from now on," Thirteen said. "Contact the Archbishop if you encounter some difficulties, and I will send someone to handle it.
"Remember, you are no longer alone. You have us to help you, and believe me when I say that those arrogant Monarchs, particularly Aaron Ashford and Norman Stallard, will get their just desserts.
"They are not needed in the world that we are going to create. As for Douglas Griffin, Wendell Elrod, and Trevor Remington, I will give them a chance to convert to our cause. But that will have to wait until the war is over."
Thirteen raised a finger and pressed it over his lips.
"Remember, we are the ones chosen by Lord Metatron," Thirteen replied. "Keep the identity of your brothers and sisters to the grave, for we are part of one big family."
"""Yes, Your Excellency!"""
Thirteen then lightly patted Princess Aracelle's head, making the latter rise up to her feet.
She then closed her wings and followed behind Thirteen as he walked back toward the red portal.
Metatron gave his believers one last glance before closing the portal and disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Archbishop, thank you for inviting me to this meeting," an old man, who seemed to be around seventy years old, held Colbert's hand and shook it happily. "I'm glad to be here."
"I'm glad that you feel that way," Colbert replied. "Just make sure to stay healthy and live for a decade longer, old man. We still need you on the front lines."
The old man chuckled. "I have already retired, so don't call me into active service again. But I will gladly support you in the background."
"Thank you, Sir Alfred," Colbert smiled. "That means so much to me."
The other members also took the opportunity to talk to Colbert because he was the Archbishop of their Cult and handled almost everything about the organization.
While this was happening, Thirteen's comrades were having a chat inside the Domain of the Apocalypse.
"You really don't hold back, do you?" Camazotz asked with a smile. "You made us appear just to make your followers become true fanatics. Maybe I should also start a cult that worships me in Solterra?"
"Who would want to worship you?" Paimon chuckled. "I mean, no offense—but if it were me and Kamrusepa, I'm sure many will be willing to enshrine us as deities."
The two Majin Princesses were beautiful ladies, so it was indeed quite easy for them to be worshiped by the people of the world.
"But I am already being worshipped by humans," Kamrusepa commented. "You should also start doing it, Paimon."
"Indeed." Paimon nodded. "I'll ask you for some pointers later."
"Okay."
"Thanks!"
Camazotz snorted before glancing at Metatron, who was quietly listening to their conversation.
"You're really being spoiled by Metatron, Thirteen," Camazotz said. "Bringing him there was overkill."
"I want them to be completely loyal to me, so having Metatron appear is crucial," Thirteen replied. "Also, he has been pestering me about when I will introduce him to followers of the Church of Destruction that he had co-founded."
Metatron smirked, but made no comments.
Thirteen understood how important the upcoming war was, so he needed to rally the Church of Destruction to his side before they were swayed by other Factions.
Now that he had revealed his identity, he had no doubt in his mind that they would offer their full support to him whenever he needed it.
The upper echelons of the Church of Destruction control nearly 70% of the companies in Pangea that didn't belong to the Monarch Clans and Prestigious Families.
In short, they could pull their own weight and offer manpower and resources for their cause.
This also opened up new outlets for Thirteen and his people to move more freely because they now have more allies on their side.
After spending another hour in the Domain of the Apocalypse, Thirteen returned to the real world with Princess Aracelle.
"Are you tired?" Thirteen asked as he sat on the couch with Princess Aracelle.
"No." Princess Aracelle shook her head. "I'm glad I was able to help you." 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"That you did. They were all infatuated with your beauty." Thirteen smiled.
Princess Aracelle wanted to say that it held no value to her. After all, while the other humans had been charmed by her looks, the teenage boy still remained unfazed, and it honestly made her a little disappointed.
However, she was still happy because she was able to help him, and that was all that mattered to her right now.
She then took the initiative to hug Thirteen, enjoying the last few days that she would spend with him.
Princess Aracelle understood that a week from now, she would need to return as the Princess of House Pavareth and help the teenage boy gather information about the movements of her own family.
Although she felt guilty about it, she had already surrendered herself to Zion, and she put his happiness way above her family's happiness.
She understood that this reasoning was simply illogical, but that was what she truly felt.
Right now, she didn't mind even if the world were to burn around her, as long as she could still stay in the arms of the teenage boy, who reminded her of someone she had met a lifetime ago.
