No heavenly omen appeared, no dazzling light filled the sky. The Son of God was born from Nun Angelica's womb as plainly as any ordinary baby—and yet he was unlike any ordinary baby.
Nun Angelica instinctively clutched her stomach. When she saw the Son of God land on the ground, she endured the searing pain and carefully gathered him into her arms. She wrapped him in her nun's habit, terrified that he might catch even the slightest chill.
The Believers crowded forward in joy to behold the newborn Son of God. They surrounded the Holy Mother, gazing at the baby with tears of excitement streaming down their faces. They had seen their Lord.
The baby's cry not only roused the Believers prostrate outside the Church; for some reason, the livestream had never been shut off, and the cry reached countless people who still had it open and were watching.
"I heard a baby cry. Does that mean..."
"It's the Son of God. He's finally been born."
"I feel absolutely nothing. Actually, since the universe is about to be destroyed, I kind of want to drown him."
"We can't hate the Son of God just because God wants to start over. The Son of God is different from God. He's merciful. He's divine, but he's human too."
"Aren't the Holy Father, the Son of God, and the Holy Spirit supposed to be one?"
"They are, but think of a Hydra. Not the one from Marvel, or the one from mythology. I mean the kind in fantasy novels, with nine separate minds. They share one body, but each mind has its own ideas, and those ideas can even conflict."
"You could just call him schizophrenic. No need to make it so complicated."
"You said that, not me."
"I really hope the Son