Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



Inside the spacious grand hall, the sight was nothing short of breath taking.

Towering golden pillars adorned with intricate carvings reached towards the ornate ceiling, creating an ambiance of grandeur and majesty. 

The hall's Roman Catholic design was evident in every detail, from the beautifully crafted archways to the stately marble flooring beneath their feet.

The giant colorful windows were like masterpieces, depicting scenes of angels in vibrant colors, their divine forms bathed in the warm rays of sunlight streaming through. 

The play of light and shadows added to the warm atmosphere, giving a sense of divine presence within the hall.

At the far end of the hall stood an altar, adorned with golden candelabras and religious artifacts. 

Sitting on the grand altar was the Pope, the most powerful authority of the Vatican.

The Pope, with his aged look, carried an air of refined dignity and composure. His hair, once dark, had gracefully turned into a distinguished shade of silver .While his piercing blue eyes, akin to deep sapphires, radiated an aura of compassion and understanding. 

Dressed in the traditional papal attire, he wore a flowing white cassock adorned with intricate golden embroidery. 

A delicate golden cross hung from a chain around his neck, symbolizing his role as the leader of the Roman Catholic Church. 

On his head, he wore the iconic papal tiara, a three-tiered crown representing his spiritual authority and power.

As the supreme pontiff, his presence demanded respect and reverence from all who were in his presence. The room seemed to hush in deference to his aura of spiritual significance.

Before the Pope, stood a beautiful maiden with golden hair that cascaded down like rays of sunlight, and her eyes sparkled with a deep shade of blue. She exuded an aura of innocent beauty, akin to that of an angel.

Her presence in the grand hall seemed to add an air of otherworldly grace and purity, captivating the attention of those around her. The way she carried herself, with elegance and poise, further emphasized her angel-like appearance.

"Your Holiness, the meeting place for the Supernatural Summit has been decided," Saintess Agness spoke with a respectful tone. 

Despite being a Rank SSS individual herself, she knew that the aged man in front of her possessed power beyond her imagination.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the true identity of the Pope was not the one shown to the world. 

The public persona of the Pope was merely a facade, for the real Pope of the Vatican was none other than Saint Udalrik.

In his presence , the grand hall seemed to resonate with an air of reverence. His true power was veiled from the eyes of most, but those who knew of his true identity understood the significance of his role in the Vatican.

"Where is it?" He asked with a firm tone, expressing his curiosity about the location of the Supernatural Summit.

Saint Agness pulled out an white envelope and walked towards him.

With a show of respect, she knelt down and handed the envelope to him. The Pope, with his aged hands, opened the envelope to see its content.

Upon reading the single word written on the paper, "Atlantis," the Pope closed his eyes, lost in thought. 

The mention of Atlantis brought forth memories of a place long forgotten by the world.

"Do we really need to go out of our way to call for a Summit?" Udalrik muttered to himself, contemplating the decision. He had already received reports about the Moonlight Sanctuary, and it appeared that the group had not yet engaged in any activities that would warrant deeming them dangerous.

The Supernatural Summit was a momentous and rare gathering, one that the Vatican could only utilize every 100 years.

The last Summit was held during World War 1 at the Ministry of Magica Grand Academy, during which all organizations were prohibited from intervening in the war.

Given its significance, he knew that they needed to be absolutely certain about their approach before committing to it. The weight of the decision was not to be taken lightly, and the stakes were high.

"Saintess Agnes, let me ask you again. Do you think the Moonlight Sanctuary is a threat?" He asked with a discerning eyes.

Saintess Agnes paused for a moment, considering her response carefully.

Memories of her encounters with the masked man flooded her mind, and she knew that he was a formidable and dangerous individual. Someone who she deemed more threatening than the demon lord's.

In her perspective, the Moonlight Sanctuary, led by the masked man, posed a significant threat to destroy the balance of the world.

His power was really strong, surpassing anything she had encountered before. Moreover, his defiance of the rules and conventions raised concerns about his intentions and the potential consequences of his actions in the future.

"Your Holiness, I believe that the Moonlight Sanctuary, particularly under that masked man leadership, is indeed a force to be wary of. Their powers and complete disregard to us make them a dangerous group" she replied with a firm and respectful tone.I think you should take a look at

"Is it because they have done something wrong, or is it because you are afraid of their leaders power?" He asked, probing further into her perspective.

"Both ....Too much power with no regulations can lead to corruption. They might not have done something wrong yet, but time will come that they will do it. We need to stop them from growing stronger. We need to kill these heretics," she asserted firmly.

In the deep silence that followed, Saint Udalrik mind drifted to his long and eventful life. 

Deep down, he recognized that the teachings of the Church were indeed biased, rooted in the traditions and beliefs that everyone from the dark side are all evil.

However, he also understood that these very teachings formed the foundation of the Church, guiding and shaping the spiritual lives of countless individuals.

As he gazed at Saintess Agness, he couldn't help but recognize her unwavering faith and devotion to the Church. Her achievements in reaching the prestigious Rank SSS at such a young age were a testament to her dedication and commitment.

While he held reservations about the biases within the teachings of the Vatican, he also understood that confronting her beliefs directly could lead her astray. 

Instead, he believed that it might be more beneficial for her to witness and experience the truth about the world for herself.

"You will represent us at the Summit. Your words will be the decision of the Church," he declared, bestowing a momentous responsibility upon her.

Saintess Agnes was taken aback by the Pope's declaration. Representing the Church at the Supernatural Summit was an immense responsibility and honor.

"Your Holiness, I am deeply honored by your trust," she replied with reverence. "I promise to carry the weight of this responsibility with utmost care and integrity."

"Good, I expect great things from you, " 

And with that , he stood up and left the hall. 

While Saintess Agness might see the Moonlight Sanctuary as a significant threat, he held a different perspective. Having witnessed much in the world over the years, his view was shaped by a broader understanding and experience.

He was well aware of the Vatican's significant firepower, capable of dealing with various threats. 

However, he understood that calling the Supernatural Summit served a strategic purpose beyond sheer force. Facing an unknown enemy like the Moonlight Sanctuary required careful consideration, and revealing too much of the Vatican's strength upfront might not be wise.

Dividing the workload of exterminating the Moonlight Sanctuary among other organizations would be the most suitable course of action for everyone involved.

As for the possibility of the Moonlight Sanctuary being recognized?, Saint Uldarik had doubts about how the Big 3 would react. 

Given the Moonlight Sanctuary's sudden appearance , it was unlikely that the Big 3 would easily accept them into the fold.

There was a very high chance of resistance and skepticism, as they could be seen as potential threats to the balance of the supernatural world.

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In a foggy and mountainous region of China, a truly remarkable sight awaited—a majestic mountain with towering cliffs and rugged terrain. 

The immensity of this colossal structure gave it an air of mystery and danger, captivating all who laid eyes upon it.

The mist that veiled the mountain added an aura of mystery, creating an ethereal cloak that partially concealed its rugged beauty.

Local legends spoke of ancient stories and mythical creatures that might have once roamed its shadows, further enhancing the sense of wonder and intrigue surrounding the place.

"This place is amazing no matter how I look at it," Vincent muttered to himself as he settled on a tree branch jutting out from the cliff wall. 

He had utilized the Teleportation Talisman, and it had transported him to the foot of this awe-inspiring mountain.

As for why he was not teleported directly to the top, well, Vincent didn't really know, nor did he care. While this mountain might be perilous for humans to climb, it posed no threat to him. 

In fact, he intentionally slowed down his climb simply because he wanted to savor the breathtaking view around him.

"I wonder which one of them is trapped in this place," he remarked to himself.

He attempted to discern which of Fenrir's ex-lovers might be the one trapped here, but he soon realized the futility of his efforts. 

His memories brought to mind a vast number of women, even if he only considered those with Rank S power and above. The list of potential candidates still seemed endless.

"Okay, break time is over," he muttered to himself.