Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The archangels approached after sensing him release some of his divine power.

Gabriel, the leader of the group, stepped forward.

"Who are you?" he asked calmly.

Reign's divine energy stopped them from attacking right away, but it also made them more curious.

They could feel their own divine power being suppressed just by standing near him.

That shouldn't have been possible. Archangels were meant to stand just below the Creator, so the quality and quantity of their divine energy should have been unrivaled.

So, who was this divine being standing before them?

Reign grinned mischievously, enjoying the skepticism. He decided to play along, adopting a pose of divine authority.

SNAP!

He snapped his fingers, and a golden throne rose from the ground. It stood on an elevated platform, flanked by massive golden wings curling outward in every direction.

"I am the Messiah," he declared, his voice booming through the hall. "The Creator has sent me to restore order to this realm and lead everyone to victory."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "The Creator? You mean Father?"

Reign chuckled. "Don't call him that. You're all a disappointment to him."

Gabriel's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger.

"How dare you," he spat, his voice low and menacing. "You know nothing of our relationship with father."

Reign smiled, enjoying their reactions.

"Oh, but I do," he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

"I know that you and your brethren have failed to live up to the Creator's expectations. You were given great power and responsibility, yet you failed to protect Heaven because you were too focused on acting superior to everyone. You refused to evolve, while the devils did the opposite—they broke the limitations imposed on them."

Raphael stepped forward, his eyes blazing with indignation.

"That is not true," he said, his voice firm. "We have served father faithfully and done our best to fulfill our duties."

Reign chuckled again, the sound making the Archangels more furious.

"Faithfully?" he repeated. "Ha! You call being weak and complacent faithful? I think not."

"We will not be lectured by someone who claims to be the Messiah but knows nothing of our history or our struggles. "Raphael pointed out.

Reign shrugged, his smile never wavering.

"Perhaps I don't know your history," he said, "but I know your future. And it is one of darkness and despair unless you accept my guidance and follow my lead."

The Archangels exchanged skeptical glances, unsure of what to make of the claims or his motives.

But before they could respond further Azrael spoke up from the shadows.

"I don't think we should trust him," Azrael said quietly.

Gabriel turned towards her eagerly for support.

"What makes you say that sister?"

"He just came here and declare that he's the Messiah but what if this is a trap?" she eyed Reign from head to toe.

"A trap?" Reign chuckled.

He summoned his sixteen wings, and the room exploded with light. It wasn't just bright—it was overwhelming.

The radiance burned into the archangels' vision, forcing them to look away, and the pressure was so great that it felt like a physical force, crushing down upon them.

Gabriel, Raphael, Azrael, and the others were all forced to kneel, their bodies trembling with the effort of resisting the overwhelming power that emanated from him.

The sound of Reign's laughter echoed through the room.

"You think I need to play tricks on you?" he repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the one who has been chosen by the Creator to wield true power. You are nothing but weaklings in comparison."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a blast of divine energy shot out from his palm. The energy struck Gabriel, sending him flying across the room.

BOOOOM!

He crashed into a nearby pillar.

Raphael and the others tried to rush to Gabriel's aid but found themselves unable to move.

Azrael watched as Gabriel struggled to get back to his feet before turning back towards Reign.

"You may have power," she said quietly, "but you will never have our respect or our loyalty."

Reign chuckled once more. "We'll see about that, "he said before summoning another blast of energy which this time sent her flying after Gabriel.

The two archangels tried to get up, only for Reign's powers to pin them down again. Raphael's eyes widened in shock at how easily they were taken out.

"Is...is this what you call being chosen by father? "Azrael stammered trying keep herself standing despite feeling overwhelmed

Reign turned towards her with a wicked grin.

"Being chosen means being absolute," he whispered. "Now bow to me."

Azrael's eyes flashed with defiance. She tried to speak, but her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I...I will never bow to you,"

Reign's expression turned disdainful, though deep inside, he enjoyed mentally and verbally toying with them.

"You're all beyond redemption,"

"You're so blinded by your own arrogance that you can't even comprehend the chasm between our powers. It's almost...amusing, really. You're like children playing at being gods, completely oblivious to the fact that there's a whole different level of existence beyond your petty selves."

He paused, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"And as for Michaela...ah, yes. She was wise to hide herself from you. She knew that her presence would only serve to shatter your delicate egos, to reveal the harsh truth that you're not even in the same league as her. Let alone me."

The Archangels exchanged confused glances; their faces etched with uncertainty.

Azrael eyes narrowed. "Who is she? What does she have to do with anything?"

Reign chuckled, eyeing her as if she were someone who had been swimming in a small pond for far too long.

"Your ignorance is exactly my point."

"Now stop wasting my time and swear your allegiance. I have more important matters to handle than disciplining spoiled children."

He increased the pressure, and soon, they were all lying face-first on the ground.

It was far too easy for him to dominate them—after all, they were all drawing from the same divine energy.