Omniscience in Marvel 175

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I: HEAVEN'S GATE

The Moon's barren surface stretched endlessly, bathed in an eerie stillness, its desolation only broken by the faint whispers of cosmic winds.

The emptiness of space pressed in all around, making it feel as though the world itself had been abandoned by time.

Leucadius appeared at the center of the lunar plain, his figure a stark contrast to the cold gray ground beneath him.

He stood tall, casting a shadow under the faint light of distant stars, his presence disrupting the silence of the Moon.

His eyes wandered upward, briefly resting on Earth—an azure sphere suspended in the vast black sea of space.

Before him stood an identical figure, his Aspect—an extension of himself, a perfect reflection.

Clad in armor that gleamed with the same ethereal light as Leucadius's own, Aspect gazed downward at the blue planet, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding of the forces at play.

Leucadius approached him, his movements silent as the Moon's dust barely stirred beneath his feet. The Aspect turned, offering a knowing grin beneath the gleaming visor of his helm.

"Did you enjoy your time down there?" the Aspect asked, his voice rich with cosmic resonance, echoing like a distant star's pulse.

"It was... necessary," Leucadius replied, the weight of his words heavy, though his tone was calm. "But there is more to do."

The Aspect's gaze softened, a silent agreement passing between them. "We are not ready to face Arishem here. Not yet."

Leucadius nodded, his eyes flicking back to Earth. "Indeed. But we will be soon."

Raising his hand, Leucadius gestured to the heavens. "Summon the Heavens Gate. A quick recharge is in order."

The Aspect gave a sharp nod, his form flickering with energy as he prepared the ritual. His voice was quiet, almost reverent, when he spoke. "Shall I call upon the main body?"

Leucadius gave a small, rare smile. "Of course, Aspect. You're as much a part of me as I am of you. I would never leave you behind."

The Aspect's expression shifted, an acknowledgment of the bond between them. "And Yeshua?"

"He's fine where he is," Leucadius replied. "The great tree isn't going anywhere. There's no need to disturb him just yet."

The Aspect nodded once, and with a single motion, he raised his hand high into the void.

From the depths of space, a beam of pure, radiant light shot down, splitting the still void like a celestial sword. The surface of the Moon trembled as the heavens responded to the call, the ground shaking beneath their feet.

Leucadius stood unmoving, his presence a steady anchor as space itself twisted around them.

The beam of light grew in intensity, its brightness consuming the space around them.

The air vibrated with a raw, uncontained power as the energy from the beam began to flood the Moon, rippling outward like a wave.

This was no ordinary light. It was the Heavens Gate, an energy so powerful that it bent time and space itself, a gateway capable of bridging the distance between Realms.

As the beam expanded, its silver-white glow intensified. Leucadius felt the surge of energy hit him and surged through his body, revitalizing him with an unimaginable power.

It was the very Energy of the Heavens, an energy that could reshape and destroy worlds.

And while his reserves were being replenished, from within the column of light, four beings descended.

Their arrival was followed by the rumbling of thunder, each figure cloaked in an aura of pure divinity and power.

Their six wings beat in perfect synchronization, creating gusts of wind so fierce that the Moon itself trembled beneath their power.

In their midst, a golden throne floated, an artifact forged from Divinium, a seat that radiated with the power of creation itself.

As the Seraphs descended, their forms grew more defined, their features impossibly elegant and awe-inspiring.

Their eyes glowed with the intensity of a thousand suns, and as they neared the surface of the Moon, the very air around them seemed to bend and shudder in awe.

As they landed, the very fabric of space seemed to yield to their presence, the ground beneath them quaking in reverence, and without hesitation, the Seraphs prostrated themselves before Leucadius, their heads bowed, their wings folding against their backs in solemn humility.

The air around them seemed to hold its breath, the cosmic winds falling silent, as the Seraphs knelt in perfect unison.

"God, King, and Father," the first Seraph intoned. The words carried the weight of ages, reverence, and unwavering devotion. "We present ourselves before you. We stand as your servants, your instruments, your faithful, awaiting your command."

The second Seraph's voice followed. "Your light is our guiding force, and your will is our purpose. We are bound to you, our King, for in your divine essence, all things find their meaning."

The third Seraph followed, "Through you, all realms are shaped. Through you, all things exist and fall. We stand before you not as equals, but as extensions of your will, awaiting your judgment."

The fourth Seraph's voice was the purest, the sound of winds and stars, as if the universe itself spoke through them. "We humbly present to you, your Eternal Throne, a symbol of your eternal reign."

As they spoke, the four Seraphs, their wings folding in reverence, lifted the throne they had carried between them.

It shimmered with divine energy, each part of it radiating with a Holy intensity. They held it aloft, reverently presenting it to Leucadius, who stood unmoving, his eyes reflecting the immense power that now surrounded him.

"We are yours to command, our King," the four Seraph declared.

Behind them, a host of similar beings followed, their wings unfurling in a perfect arc, filling the sky with their divine presence. Their existence, enough to send ripples through the fabric of the void.

Leucadius stood silent, his gaze unwavering as the celestial procession continued its descent.

He allowed the moment to stretch, savoring the overwhelming power that now surged through the air, before his voice rang out—calm, but with the certainty of a ruler commanding his court.

"It is time,"

He said, the words carrying the weight of inevitability.

However, at that moment, Leucadius paused and turned his gaze down to earth and smiled slightly before proceeding to take his place on the Throne.

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II: REACTIONS

The usual buzz of Los Angeles nightlife filled the streets, a blend of car horns, laughter, and the faint hum of music spilling from clubs and bars.

At Lux, Lucifer Morningstar sat behind the bar, his trademark smirk playing on his lips as he entertained a group of mortals with his wit and charm.

But something shifted, so subtle at first that even he didn't notice.

And then it hit him.

The air became heavy, as though the weight of eternity itself had descended upon the city. Lucifer froze mid-sentence, the glass of whiskey in his hand trembling. His grin faltered, replaced by a deep furrow in his brow.

He knew this presence. He had felt it eons ago, at the height of his rebellion and the depths of his fall. It was not just power; it was authority, absolute and eternal. It was the presence of Him.

The glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the polished wood floor. The sudden noise jolted the patrons around him, but Lucifer didn't notice.

His gaze turned inward, his celestial senses roaring to life. The source was distant, yet its resonance was so potent it felt as if it were right beside him.

Lucifer muttered under his breath, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. "Father."

Without another word, he left the bar and ascended to Lux's rooftop. The city sprawled beneath him, its lights stretching endlessly into the night.

But his attention was fixed upward, to the heavens. There, piercing through the void of space, was a pillar of blinding light that seemed to connect the cosmos itself.

The Moon, once a pale and unassuming sphere, was now the stage for a spectacle of divine magnitude. Lucifer's mortal eyes couldn't see the details, but he didn't need to.

He could feel it. The Gate of Heaven had been opened.

Lucifer's jaw clenched, a rare moment of true unease flickering across his face. "Why now?" he whispered, his voice swallowed by the wind as various thoughts ran through his mind.

The sheer magnitude of what he felt wasn't just power. It was a calling, a reminder of his place in the grand design he had tried so desperately to escape.

Behind him, Maze emerged onto the rooftop, her movements sharp and deliberate. She had felt it too. "Lucifer," she said, her voice steady but laced with caution. "What the hell is that? It's... overwhelming."

Lucifer didn't look at her. His gaze remained fixed on the heavens. "It's Him," he said, his tone devoid of its usual playful irreverence. "It's Father."

Maze's eyes widened, and for a moment, even she was silent. "And that light? The Heavens Gate?"

Lucifer nodded, his voice tight. "Yes. He's making His presence known. And whatever He's doing, Maze, it's not for us. Not for me."

Maze's grip tightened on her knives. "Do we need to—"

"No." Lucifer cut her off, his voice sharper than she'd ever heard. "This isn't something we meddle in. Not even you, Maze." He finally turned to her, his expression dark. "When He moves, the entire cosmos trembles. And right now, we're better off keeping our heads down."

Lucifer turned back to the sky, the faint glow of the Heavens Gate reflected in his dark eyes. For the first time in the millennia after his fall, the Devil felt small, insignificant under the gaze of his Father.

…

The vibrant streets of Manhattan were ablaze with New Year's Eve celebrations. Peggy stood on the edge of the festivities in Times Square, a glass of champagne in hand, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd.

She had always preferred to observe rather than participate in these moments. But tonight was different. As the final moments of the year ticked away, a bittersweet smile crossed her face.

Her mind wandered, as it often did, to memories of him. Lucas. Or rather, Leucadius.

She still found herself alternating between those names, unsure which felt more natural to her now. His farewell still echoed in her thoughts, as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

"Peggy," a familiar voice called softly behind her.

She turned and immediately recognized Hala, the angel's golden eyes were wide with excitement. "Hala?" Peggy asked, confusion flashing in her expression.

"You need to see this," Hala said, her voice calm but the excitement couldn't be hidden. She stepped beside Peggy and looked skyward. "Remember when I told you that one day, I'd show you how we move to and from Heaven?"

Following Hala's gaze, Peggy looked up and couldn't help but freeze. High above the Earth, cutting through the night sky like a blade of pure brilliance, a pillar of light descended from the heavens to the surface of the Moon.

It was unlike anything she'd ever seen, even during her years fighting Hydra and dealing with the supernatural oddities of her work. The light shimmered with power, radiating an overwhelming energy that was both awe-inspiring and humbling.

"Hala," Peggy whispered, her voice low but steady. "What is that?"

"It's the Heavens Gate," Hala replied, her voice touched with reverence and something close to nostalgia.

Peggy's chest tightened. She turned to Hala. "He's there, isn't he?"

Hala nodded, her expression softening. "Yes. Lucas. Your old friend."

Peggy took a sharp breath, the memories flooding back. The man who had walked into her life as Lucas Hawthorne had always seemed larger than life, but even then, she hadn't truly understood the depth of his existence.

It wasn't until that last day, when he had bid her farewell, that she realized she'd been friends with someone who was far more than human.

"I knew he would leave," Peggy murmured, her voice tinged with sadness and pride. "But seeing this... it's a reminder of how vast his world truly is."

Hala stepped closer, her gaze steady. "Even with his divinity, he treasures the bonds he made as Lucas. You were one of the few who saw him for who he was, not just what he was."

Peggy's eyes remained fixed on the pillar of light, her mind racing with questions. "Why now? Why open the Heavens Gate there, of all places?"

Hala shook her head, a rare flicker of uncertainty in her usually serene demeanor. "I don't know, Peggy. But when He moves, the cosmos itself listens. Whatever this is, it's significant."

Peggy nodded, the weight of the moment settling over her. Despite the crowd's cheers and the countdown reaching its climax, she couldn't tear her gaze from the celestial phenomenon.

"Lucas—Leucadius," she said softly, as though he could hear her. "Whatever you're doing, I hope you know... we're still here, watching. And we'll always believe in you."

Hala placed a hand on Peggy's shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort. Together, they stood beneath the Earth's night sky, watching the Heavens Gate pierce the void, knowing that history was being made on the Moon—and that their friend, once human, now divine, was at the heart of it all.

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The Ancient One, or rather, Tilda as she is known to those who knew her past, stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the stormy sea as the clock ticked closer to midnight.

The world below her was celebrating, fireworks exploding in vibrant colors and cheers echoing through the valleys. Yet, her gaze was fixed upwards, her sharp intuition telling her that something far greater than a mere new year was unfolding.

And then it came.

A pillar of light erupted from the heavens, piercing through the void of space and striking the Moon's surface.

As someone who was sensitive to energy, the beam was blinding, brighter than anything she had ever witnessed. Even as she shielded her eyes with her arm, she could feel its divine power, a force that resonated deep within her very soul.

Her breath caught in her throat, and a whisper escaped her lips, trembling with both awe and recognition. "Lucien..."

The name felt foreign and ancient on her tongue, yet it carried with it a flood of memories.

She remembered the tall, enigmatic man who had guided her through the labyrinth of her ignorance.

His words had been sharp and deliberate, his teachings challenging yet transformative. He had never demanded reverence, but she had given it willingly, sensing the vastness of his knowledge and the weight of his existence.

And now, centuries later, she truly felt it. Lucien was more than a man, more than a teacher. He was... divine.

The light from the Heavens Gate intensified, and Tilda felt the air around her change. It was as if the energy of the cosmos bent in submission to the power radiating from the Moon.

Her knees threatened to give way, not from fear, but from the overwhelming sense of her own smallness.

With no intention of fighting it, she sank to the ground, her eyes never leaving the sky. A deep part of her, long buried beneath the cynicism of centuries, began to stir.

It was awe, yes, but also a fierce pride.

She had been taught by him. The same being now commanding the heavens had once taken the time to teach her, to share even a fraction of his boundless knowledge.

As the light continued to blaze, she spoke softly to the empty night, her voice trembling but steady. "You always said you had to leave one day, Master. You always hinted there was more to you than what you described. But I never imagined... this."

Tears pricked her eyes, unbidden but unstoppable. They weren't of sadness or fear, they were born of humility and reverence. "Thank you," she whispered. "For showing me the path. For letting me be part of your story, even for a short while."

She stayed there, kneeling on the cliff, watching the celestial event until it faded, her heart both heavy with the past and alight with renewed purpose.

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III: The Light and the World's Witnesses (THE END…)

Chris and His Daughter

Chris was a retired astrophysicist living a quiet life in the countryside. Tonight, he and his teenage daughter, Lily, were sitting on their porch, sipping cocoa and watching the New Year's Eve fireworks.

The sky was clear, dotted with stars, and the sound of distant celebrations added a festive backdrop to their evening.

"See that, Dad?" Lily pointed at the moon, its pale surface glowing faintly in the cold night. "It always looks so lonely up there."

Chris smiled, leaning back in his chair. "Lonely? I'd call it peaceful. Besides, it's got us to admire it."

His daughter chuckled but didn't tear her gaze from the moon, and that was when it happened.

The heavens split with a roar of silence, as if the world itself held its breath.

A pillar of light erupted from the void, striking the Moon's surface with a force that seemed to vibrate through every atom of the Earth.

The porch light flickered, their cocoa cups rattled, and Lily gasped.

"Dad! What's happening?" she cried, clutching his arm.

Chris stood, his weathered face frozen in awe.

He knew the Moon better than most, its surface, its craters, its history. But nothing in his years of study had prepared him for this. The light wasn't just bright; it was alive, a celestial force that defied explanation.

"I don't know, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice trembling. "But... this isn't natural."

As the light bathed the world, Hank felt a strange mix of dread and wonder.

Deep down, he knew humanity wasn't alone. And now, whoever—or whatever—was out there had chosen to make themselves known.

Nick Fury

At S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, Nick Fury stared at the wall of monitors, each displaying feeds from satellites and ground stations. He'd seen a lot of strange things in his lifetime, but this? This was different.

"Director Fury," a technician called out, panic evident in her voice. "We've just lost another satellite. That's the fourth one!"

"Let me guess," Fury said, his one eye fixed on the display. "They were all watching the Moon."

"Yes, sir," she confirmed.

Fury gritted his teeth, his mind racing. The beam of light that had erupted from the Moon wasn't just a spectacle—it was a message. And from what he could tell, it wasn't one humanity was prepared to answer.

"Get me every available asset on this," he barked. "I don't care if they're in Antarctica or on vacation in Tahiti. I want eyes on this, and I want answers yesterday."

"Sir, what do you think it is?" one of his senior agents asked, hesitant but curious.

Fury's gaze didn't waver from the screen. "I think it's the kind of thing that makes gods nervous. And that's bad news for the rest of us."

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The Satellite's Final Moments

Orbiting Earth, Satellite AX-43 was one of the most advanced pieces of technology ever created. Designed to monitor lunar activity, it had been capturing high-resolution images of the Moon's surface when the light struck.

The beam of the Heaven's Gate hit with a power so immense that it overloaded the satellite's sensors instantly. Circuits fried, cameras shattered, and within seconds, the entire system began to fail.

But not before it captured one last image.

The photograph, transmitted just moments before the satellite's destruction, showed the source of the light: a towering celestial pillar extending from the void to the Moon, with shimmering energy rippling outward like waves on a cosmic ocean.

The satellite's operators on Earth watched in stunned silence as the feed went dark. Then the satellite itself plummeted toward Earth, a streak of light across the night sky as it burned up in the atmosphere.

For those watching below, it looked like just another New Year's meteor.

For those who knew better, it was a warning.

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The World Watches

Around the globe, ppeople turned their eyes to the heavens.

In Times Square, amidst the cheers and confetti, the celebration paused as a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Cameras were raised, recording the beam that outshone every firework.

In the deserts of the Middle East, nomads stood in awe, their camels restless beneath the unnatural glow. One old man knelt, whispering prayers to a god he wasn't sure was listening.

In Tokyo, scientists scrambled in observatories, shouting in panic and awe as their instruments went haywire. "It's... it's off the charts!" one cried. "The energy levels are incomprehensible!"

On the beaches of California, surfers abandoned their boards, staring slack-jawed at the sky. "Dude," one murmured, "that's not normal, right?"

Even in the Vatican, the Pope himself stood on his balcony, gazing at the Moon with a mix of reverence and fear. "Kyrie eleison," he whispered, crossing himself.

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Chris Again

Back on the porch, Chris and Lily hadn't moved. The light from the heavens still blazed, casting an eerie glow over their faces.

"Dad," Lily said finally, her voice barely a whisper. "Is it... is it God?"

Chris didn't answer immediately. His scientific mind balked at the idea, but his heart... his heart wasn't so sure.

"I don't know, Lily," he said at last. "But whatever it is, it's bigger than anything we've ever imagined."

They stayed there, father and daughter, watching the celestial display as the clock struck midnight and the world changed forever.

…OR NEW BEGINNINGS.

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FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE.

This is it guys.

I Willed myself to TAKE the whole of today to conclude this Fanfiction today and it came out as wonderfully as I first imagined it years ago about the biblical descriptions of the Coming of Christ but didn't know how to write until I started this on a whim.

Some might say I'm doing something unorthodox or satanic, but I feel we all have the rights to IMAGINE and I just used mine to create this…This Masterpiece as I'd like to believe.

I didn't contradict any religion, admonish any religion, advocate any religion or even used religion religiously….if that makes sense😂😂

In truth, I'm a spiritual kind of person in real life and don't really believe in any God nor follow any religion since I believe that I am my Own God and am connected to the Creator of all that is.

So using the Biblical Stories as a base for this Fanfiction might be the first of many to come…I think.

Anyways, you all can't imagine the tears in my ear as I concluded this story. As you might have noticed, I used AI a bit but it somehow complimented the whole narrative In the End.

This Will be it for this story for the meantime. The Next story will be announced as soon as I pack into my New apartment which I am yet to get…Tee-hee.

Anyways, the sequel is TBR.