In a place where existence and non-existence collide, a man sat on a glowing
throne of gold. His long white beard and flowing robes giving him the aura
of a cliched deity. Beside him, flanked on either side stood two angels.
Majestic, beautiful beings with expansive white wings, radiant halos and
brilliant sunswords clasped in their perfectly manicured hands. Their
bodies carved from reality itself. Around him flitted spirits of pure
energy, beings of love, light, hope, fear, hate, sorrow and vengeance. Worn
on their necks were crystals that reflected their energies out into the
universe. They resonated with their clear, melodious voices until they
shattered, taking the effervescent being with them.
The deity looked into the sky and marvelled at its changes. The ceiling of the universe merging with itself, reds clashing with blues and whites and yellows, frantically splashing into newly formed colours and patterns like a crazed painter pouring his soul onto canvas. Lightning shot through the palette of the sky, tearing through the painters works with electric passion. Flinging sparks and terrible thunder across the deities realm. He looked quizzically at the changes and shrugged, a glare coming to his eyes as they erupted into blazing fire. The realm halted for a moment, frozen in time and space as if anticipating a dramatic event. The universe held its breath. Then the Symphony screamed for mercy as it twisted and ripped under the deity's control, the blinding fire spewing out of his eyes tore into reality, moulding and shaping it to his will. His realm's borders expanded and flooded into the surrounding areas of the Deep Marches, the ethereals there yelping in pain as their bodies muted and twisted into angelic forms. Their homes devoured by the hungry fires of creation. When it was all over, God surveyed his newly expanded territory and stared malevolently into the planes of existence themselves, greedily eyeing the celestial plane. His eyes once again flared up and on Earth a woman screamed as the skin on her palms and feet burst, free flowing blood onto the kitchen floor, a tourist in the Louvre held his breath in shock as the statue he was observing started to bleed from the eyes, hands and feet. In Mecca the sky darkened and thousands of people witnessed a spark of pure light strike a blind Muslim Cleric right in the chest, to see him then get up and look upon the Earth for the first time in his life.
In the Higher Heavens Uriel shot up beside the hand of God and stared open mouthed at the events unfolding on Earth. He looked to God and spoke in a harsh whisper. "I was right, Father. All this time and I was right."
God looked back at Uriel from every angle imaginable and then a few that weren't; Uriel stared into God's form and instead of seeing the calm knowledge of an omniscient entity, saw the fear and frustration of a small child. Uriel felt his Word screech in the Symphony and he felt the pull to return to the corporeal plane once again. Before, when he felt his Word compel him to return, he always staved it off, knowing that God removed him from duty for a reason, a purpose. Uriel looked to God again and saw that his time had come, he saw God cry. His Word tore into his being, cutting him deep, each tear of God ripped through Purity like lightning through water. Uriel screamed in pain and horror and jumped into the air, furiously beating his black wings against the Higher Heavens sky. He carried himself through the Universe to the point where he ascended, his own tears mixing with the burning rage of his Word and dropping into reality to create his new followers. Upon reaching the glowing locus of the Seraphim Council, Uriel was surrounded by 1000 warriors of all Choirs, each one crying the rage and fury of Purity damaged. Uriel held up his sword and with a thousand warriors all bathed in the radiance of his Word, descended to the Council.
The world is in turmoil. Not just the Western world, but the Eastern as well. Everyone knows the backstory. Terror has hit the heart of what we thought was the most impenetrable fortress in the world. The result has been a reaction of fear and hatred from both sides. On the one hand America is outraged at the assault and vows vengeance in the name of God, on the other, the Arab nation of Afghanistan is fearing a reaction from the US and is swearing vengeance in the name of God. People the world over flood to churches, cathedrals, mosques and temples to pray for the dead and for a swift resolution to the conflict which is threatening to engulf the world in chaos. Every Word in the Symphony is being served, from War to Flowers, The Game to Gluttony someone stands to benefit and someone stands to lose. What the Celestials don't know is that someone is benefiting much more than they could imagine, and much more than they are.
God is an enigma to celestials in general; to a human the real God is unimaginable... but the God that they create in their own heads is very real and they understand Him perfectly. His will is ultimate, His goals defined by the humans who "worship" Him and His mood is totally volatile. The dreams of a billion humans channelling their thoughts, fears, hopes and hates to Him as God, to Him as Allah.... makes him very, very powerful and very, very dangerous.
In other terms, in the Deep Marches where reality and emptiness collide a new ethereal has been born. He didn't just come down in the last shower, he has been brewing in the minds of the faithful for centuries, evolving and changing, growing and learning. Given the current surge of prayer he has burst out of his shell and has begun to create "Heaven" as his mind sees it, influenced by the written (and corrupted) religions of the world. He is shaping the Deep Marches into a pseudo Celestial Plane; the more and more he changes The Marches the more he sets his section apart from the rest of the Plane. In essence he is cutting himself off from his source of power, but he doesn't know that and the celestials don't know that. However, what happens when he totally creates his new plane is anyone's guess....
The world starts to experience Biblical events. Not all pointing to the book of Revelations but some are related to it. A feeder river to the Amazon starts to boil for an hour or so, people in quaint little Lithuanian villages start experiencing stigmata, statues begin to bleed, Muslims experience visions of Muhammad's ascension; nothing really Earth shaking depending on how long it takes the celestials to figure out what is going on and put a stop to it. If they take too long (depends on how long the GM determines) then things like seas boil and the sky rains down brimstone (or whatever). The cool part is that this adventure can be played from ANY angle. As an angel trying to stop this ethereal God from becoming too powerful and threatening the World. As a Demon trying to do the same thing and find a way to screwing over Heaven at the same time, or as an ethereal whose existence is in jeopardy. If you are really weird then you can run it as an Angel of "God" flavoured with Islamic/Christian atonements and attitudes.
Clues lead the PCs to the Truth. Malakim of Yves report odd sounding disturbances in the areas of the "divine" events. These disturbances are "God" intruding on the corporeal plane. Sometimes an "Angel" will pop up and give someone a message in a very Biblical manner leaving the person stressed and possibly even damaged. A confrontation with one of these "Angels" should be very climactic. They are infused with belief and can manifest some strange powers. Once the PCs come up with the idea that there is a "God" in the Marches who is doing all of this, Dominic spits the dummy and throws his toys out of his pram. He screams heresy and calls a council meeting to resolve the issue. What happens from here is up to the GM to craft. Any number of outcomes is available including Uriel's return from the Higher Heavens. The trick is not to let the PCs feel as though they are being led around by the Archangels.
Hell has varying views on the situation. PC investigations will lead them to much the same conclusion as above. Then it depends on the Superiors. Again, this is mutable to how the GM portrays various Superiors. Alliances with Heaven, sneak attacks on unguarded Heavenly strongholds, the capture and experimentation of an "Angel," even alliances with "God" Himself are possible.
If they invade the Marches then it really depended on how long it has taken and how the GM is treating time. They could find a brand new plane with a seriously weakened "God" at the centre and killing him should not be a problem. They could find a brand new plane and a very very powerful entity there that rivals their Archangels in power. They might show up as he is forming the plane, just in time to help some ethereals escape the fires.
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