World Peace

"Good."

Simon gestured downwards, signalling for all of the angels to return to the ground, lest they want to end up like Oriel. Perhaps they might be left with less, maybe turning into split atoms and causing a fission reaction from how weak they are. Many things taken into account, Simon probably would not use the same move on weak angels.

"So, Angels, do you accept me as your lord?" Simon asked as he landed on the ground, eyes glowing vibrantly with a mocking look on his countenance.

"I, Lord Light, no... Servant Light, hand over all of my territories and powers to my lord!" Light knelt down on the ground and did not dare look up.

"LORD! How can we bow down to a devil?! This is a sin against tradition! How can we look our ancestors in the eyes once we've subordinated ourselves to these wretched fiends?! WE MUST SLAY THEM ALL!!" An angel shouted in contest to Light.