Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

“To be precise, it is the angelic grace you possess.” Metatron took a step forward, the moonlight shining more on his face, and the calm in his eyes finally began to shatter, revealing the coldness and mockery that had been hidden and suppressed for who knows how long, “that sacred spark bestowed by God, as the power and source of angelic existence.”

"What...do you mean?" Castio took a half step back, his back pressed against the edge of a tilted bench. "The trial needs my grace. How do I use it?"

"How do you intend to use it?" Metatron chuckled, his laughter particularly jarring in the empty church. "Not use it, Castio, but take it, plunder it!"

He paused, enjoying the growing shock and disbelief on Castio's face, and continued, "Let me tell you from the beginning, poor child."

"Let me tell you from the beginning, what exactly you've been doing all this time for!"

"The so-called angelic trials are not God's final solution to resolve the conflicts in Heaven. They are lies I tailored for you, a carefully woven trap that exploits your guilt, your self-blame, and your ridiculous obsession with saving others."

Castio was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale: "What...did you say?"

“I say, you’ve been deceived, Castio.” Metatron’s tone turned cold and direct. “From beginning to end, I, Metatron, God’s scribe, have spent too long in that disgusting game of power in Heaven, witnessing far too much hypocrisy, betrayal, and infighting!”

"Michael, Raphael, Gabriel... and later, self-righteous fools like you! You turned Heaven into a bloodbath for that pitiful power and so-called 'correctness'!"

His voice rose, filled with barely suppressed resentment, echoing through the church: "God has left! He has abandoned this place! All that remains are a bunch of ants still indulging in past fantasies, tearing each other apart over scraps!"

"I've had enough!"

“I fled, hiding in the human world, watching you continue your boring drama, but now… I’m back, and this time I’m going to thoroughly cleanse this detestable paradise!”

“What are you going to do?” Castio’s voice trembled, and he felt a chill run through his body.

“Expel.” Metatron uttered a cold word. “Expel all angels, all of them! Including those poor wretches who are loyal to you, including Uriel and his lackeys, including all beings who still call themselves 'angels'.”

"I'll throw you all out of Heaven, into every corner of the universe, so you can wander and vanish in the endless void. Heaven needs a complete purification! A rebirth that belongs only to Metatron!"

Castio's mind was in complete chaos, but certain fragments began to piece together: "The heart of the Nephilim... Cupid's arrows..."

“Ah, yes, clever child.” Metatron waved the two items in his hand. “Trial materials? No, they are components of spells.”

"The heart of the Nephilim is a forbidden union, containing the energy of both life and curse. It is the 'anchor of life energy' needed to activate this grand exorcism spell, providing the initial channel for my spell that covers the entire realm of Heaven."

"Cupid's arrow, the embodiment of the rules connecting emotions? No, its true power lies in its unparalleled 'positioning' and 'connection' characteristics."

"Why does Cupid's arrow always find its target's heart? Because it can lock onto the coordinates of a soul. I used it to draw a hunting map covering all the souls of angels. Every angel still in Heaven, their location is now within the reach of this net!"

He took another step closer, his gaze fixed on Castio: "And you, Castio, my dear 'key'... your angelic grace is the final and most important link in starting all of this."

“I need an angelic grace that is powerful enough, or was once powerful enough, closely connected to Heaven, and whose essence is marked by the spell's components, as a key to insert into the core of the spell I've already constructed, to turn it, to release it!” “So…you made me kill Jane with my own hands, take her heart…and help you seize the bow…all to mark me?” Castio finally understood. A surge of immense anger and the shame of being fooled overwhelmed him, but this was followed by a deeper fear and helplessness. “In those two instances…you weakened me?”

“A little interference and guidance,” Metatron admitted, “to disrupt your power, to dull your senses, and more importantly, to create a causal and energetic connection between your soul and these two offerings. Now you are the unique key, born for this spell.”

"No!" Castio roared, his remaining angelic power suddenly erupting, a pale blue aura surging from his body. He drew the dagger from his chest and charged towards Metatron!

He cannot allow it, he absolutely cannot allow it!

However, in Metatron's eyes, his movements were ridiculously slow.

The clerk didn't even move his feet; he simply raised his left hand, which was holding the lead box.

The lid of the lead box popped open!

Jane's heart, a blend of pale gold and fleshy pink, which had long since stopped beating but still radiated an eerie energy, was exposed to the air!

It suddenly burst forth with a blinding, dark red light, a mixture of pain and curse.

At the same time, the crystal bow in Metatron's right hand automatically floated up, and the bowstring vibrated on its own without anyone pulling it, emitting a high-frequency, soul-tearing hum.

Countless pinkish-gold rays of light, as thin as gossamer, burst forth from the bow, piercing through the church roof and shooting into the endless night sky, as if instantly connecting with countless coordinates in the darkness!

The moment Castio opened the lead box and his heart energy exploded, he felt a sharp pain and weakness originating from the depths of his soul.

It felt as if countless cold hooks were seizing the source of his power and tearing it apart!

His forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and he knelt on one knee, the dagger clattering from his hand.

The pale blue halo quickly faded.

“It’s time, Key,” Metatron’s voice was like a judgment. “Hand over your grace.”

He extended his free right hand, pointing his five fingers at the kneeling and struggling Castio, and began to chant an ancient, obscure incantation, each syllable carrying a power that seemed to tear through space.

Inside the church, emanating from Jane's heart, a dark red light shone brightly, forming a complex, constantly rotating magic circle that covered the ground.

Centered on the crystal bow, the rays of light shot into the night sky abruptly recoiled, weaving together beneath the church dome into a net that enveloped Castio. (End of Chapter)