"I defeated the Hound of Tindalos."
"I won this Game."
Florence said this as soon as he was transported back and saw Lucifer. There was something strange in his voice, part anticipation, part fear.
He sounded as though he awaited the birth of the Son of God, yet feared Lucifer.
When everyone saw that he had won, they could no longer keep calm.
That was the Hound of Tindalos, a notorious monster of the Cthulhu Mythos. It might not compare to ancient Outer Gods and evil gods like Cthulhu Fhtagn, Ghroth, and Yog-Sothoth, but it still struck terror into countless hearts.
Their offices, still under repair, were proof enough.
And yet he had defeated it in just a few minutes?
The same thought brought Pope Barnabas to everyone's mind, and they could only marvel.
"No wonder it's dominated Faith in the West for two thousand years. The resources behind it are truly unfathomable."
Lucifer, the King of Angels, paid Florence's declaration of Victory no mind. A smile spread across his incomparably handsome face. "The interesting part of the Game has only just begun."
Then he vanished from his Throne. The chanting angels disappeared with him. Only the brilliant light of eternal day and the paradise where joy never faded remained, proof that Little Heaven still existed.
"He's gone?"
"He must be waiting for the Son of God to be born. I imagine he'll reappear afterward to carry out his challenge."
"Pride! Prideful fool! That Prideful King of Angels actually dares challenge the Son of God? Does he not know he can't defeat our great Lord?"
Politicians, theologians, advisers, experts, and powerful figures behind the scenes gathered in Buckingham Palace. They watched events unfold in Gaul while denouncing Lucifer with growing fervor.
Ever since Pope Barnabas had performed the Summoning of