Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

[Kandam Continent]

[Head Base of the Three Gods Church]

It was an everyday evening at the highest peak of the mountains in the southern region of the Kandam Continent.

Three majestic summits stood above all, crowned with elegant trees.

In the endless mage-like church, a man sat quietly within one of the rooms.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and with a thick white beard on his face.

Two wings fluttered out from his back as he sat quietly, seemingly waiting for someone.

He was the second in command of angels under Elohim.

The Archangel Tamiel.

"….Are they going to keep us waiting?"

A voice echoed from the side, making the watcher open his golden eyes.

He turned towards his side where a golden-haired watcher sat with an annoyed face.

He was the third in command within the ranks of Elohim's angels.

Angel Zaqil.

"They are always like this," Tamiel said, his voice deep. "And it's us who called for the meeting, not them."

"Still…," Zaqil muttered, tapping his fingers against the armrest.

The room they sat in was one of the highest chambers in the Church.

It oozed out an angelic presence with their mere presence.

And yet, despite this sacred atmosphere…

Zaqil kicked the floor like a bored teenager.

"I can't wait any longer—!"

His words cut short when someone entered the place.

Tamiel focused his gaze on the two angels that arrived.

One of them was a tall yet skinny man with a clean face, and the other was a short bald man with a dense body.

They both were the second in command of Sabaoth's army of angels.

"It's been a while," the skinny one—Yomiel spoke with a grin. "Fellow watchers."

The other one—Sariel sat down without speaking a single word.

"You are late," said Zaqil with a scoff. "We have been waiting—"

"I don't want to hear your complaints," Yomiel cut him off, glancing at the one empty seats. "Isn't she late?"

Tamiel didn't answer as his gaze remained steady, fixed on the door.

Sariel, the silent bald one, closed his eyes as if meditating.

Yomiel swung his legs casually, acting as if this was a friendly tea gathering.

The lights dimmed, and a warm, honey-gold glow filled the room like the sun breaking through clouds.

A woman walked in.

She was barefoot, wearing a simple white robe, hair like flowing starlight, a faint smile on her lips.

The Head Commander of Anastasia's Angelic army.

Dinael.

Her smile didn't waver as she looked at Tamiel, then at the others.

"You called for us," she said softly. "What is this about?"

"Have I not been clear enough?" Tamiel spoke, glaring at her. "Have I not made my agenda clear?"

Dinael tilted her head, still keeping her smile. "You are here to ruin Himmel," she spoke. "Right?"

Tamiel slammed his palm on the table. "Then why are you interfering in my work!?" he snapped. "Even after I specially told you not to!"

"I am just keeping the words of my lady," she spoke gently. "I am just keeping her Avatar safe—"

"Do not play games with me!" he snapped again. "I know you—!"

"Raising your voice won't make you a bigger man," she cut him off with a polite smile. "Do you really want to risk everything over an argument?"

Silence spread across the chamber like a cold ripple.

Zaqil leaned forward, whispering under his breath, "Here we go…"

Tamiel slowly lowered his hand from the table.

His jaw clenched, wings twitching behind him like restrained fury.

"Alright, stop," Yomiel clapped his hands, looking at them. "We are old buddies, why are we fighting here?"

Tamiel quietly leaned back on his chair and she also took her seat.

"Now that you guys have calmed down," he said with a smile.

"Why don't we tell what we were instructed by our Gods so we can stop interfering in each other's work?"

Tamiel looked annoyed but he didn't refuse, and even Dinael didn't say anything.

Truth be told, there wasn't an actual hatred between the watchers.

They all were made by the Creator God at the same time to look after the first children of Lumina.

And for hundreds of years, they were together as a team.

…Until the massacre happened.

"I will go first," Yomiel said, taking the lead. "Sabaoth asked me to kill his Avatar and bring back his weapon… Naraka."

The others turned to look at Tamiel who had a cold look on his face.

"Elohim asked me to ruin both Esmeray and her son," he spoke gruffly. "And to prepare his Avatar for the inevitable."

"I haven't seen a single thing you have done to ruin Esmeray," Yomiel said with a curious look. "Why is that?"

"It's not like we haven't tried," Zaqil grumbled. "…It's just, nothing works against her… like she owns everything in this world."

Zaqil's words hung in the air like a bitter truth no one wanted to swallow.

Yomiel whistled. "Well, that's to be expected from the Primordial Demoness' Vessel."

Tamiel remained silent, but his fingers drummed slowly against the stone table.

Dinael smiled fondly when they all looked in her direction.

"My only task is to keep 'her' Avatars safe," she spoke gently. "Both of them."

Zaqil frowned. "Both of them? I thought your goddess only chose one this era."

Dinael's smile didn't fade. "She changed her mind."

A silence trickled down between them as they all remained still.

It was like they wanted to talk about something else but none of them wanted to start the topic.

Sariel, the bald angel, spoke. "All the Primordials are planning to descend to Lumina."

His words made everyone tense up as they looked at each other.

Yomiel sighed, leaning back on his chair. "Well, we all know this world is doomed—"

"Do not speak ill of this world," Tamiel said, his voice grim. "No one should—"

"With no head to lead this world," Yomiel said with a smile, "there is no way we can win this."

"This world does not need a head," Tamiel said slowly. "It needs order, and as long as we exist—"

"As long as we exist," Yomiel interrupted with a lazy grin, "we're just delaying the inevitable."

"I couldn't agree more."

A sudden voice echoed within the room, making everyone stand up and take out their weapons.

A man wearing a vintage black dress leaned on the wall with a gentle smile on his face.

His ordinary face made him look non-threatening, but every single one of the angels looked terrified.

"Samyaza?"

"When did he—?"

"Relax, guys, I won't hurt you," Samyaza said, raising his hand. "I was your leader once, remember?"

Tamiel's voice came out low, almost a growl. "…How?"

Samyaza smiled wider, as if that statement amused him. "That's the fun part."

"No," Zaqil's wings flared open, light gathering around him. "You should not be here."

"Oh, come now." Samyaza tilted his head. "Is that any way to greet the First Watcher?"

A thick silence spread because it was true.

He was their elder, the strongest.

The one they followed without question.

Yomiel forced a laugh. "…..We are fucked."

"Not really," Samyaza replied casually. "Why don't you guys have a seat?"

Dinael's soft smile finally faded but she did as he told, just like the others.

"Alright, I won't take a lot of your time," Samyaza said, fixing his hair.

"I believe you guys must have noticed the freedom from your Gods, right?"

No one spoke, yet no one denied it.

Since they crossed the barrier between heaven and Lumina, their connection was severed with their Gods.

None of them were physically or mentally under restraint of those whom they follow.

"…What are you trying to say?" Tamiel finally asked.

Samyaza smiled. "It's simple." He spread his hand. "I want the watchers back under my command."

The room went completely still because none of them expected that.

Zaqil blinked once. "Did you just…? You're joking, right?"

Samyaza tilted his head. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Yes," Yomiel said immediately.

Samyaza chuckled. "I am serious here."

Sariel finally opened his eyes. "You want us to obey you again, after everything you did?"

Samyaza didn't flinch. "You mean after I saved you from certain death?"

"Azrael wouldn't have killed us," Dinael spoke softly. "Even if you didn't interfere."

Samyaza turned to look at her as he smiled. "It's been a while," he spoke. "I believe this is the first time I am seeing you as a woman."

Dinael smiled. "Don't I look good?"

Dinael wasn't always a woman, the Creator God made her a male.

After his death, Dinael chose to serve Goddess Anastasia.

But the goddess gave him a condition, he had to let go of his male body in order to serve her.

And forty watchers including him did exactly that.

Samyaza smiled as he leaned towards her. "Azrael would have ripped you in half."

Yomiel snickered, his face filled with mockery. "Azrael wouldn't have been able to kill me even if he wanted to."

Zaqil chuckled.

"You are only saying it because he is dead." He gave him a bright smile. "I remember you feared him the most."

Yomiel froze for half a second, then scoffed.

"I can kill him with ease," he said. "His reincarnation would die with just my sneeze."

Samyaza, who had been silent, took a pen and paper and wrote something down.

He then showed it to everyone as his smile only grew wider.

Yomiel read those words out loud. "He is listening…."

Before he could understand, a cold steel was placed on his neck.

"You want Naraka," an emotionless voice echoed from behind. "Why don't you take it now?"