12/24, Christmas Eve.

The Phantom Thieves have finally defeated the Holy Grail after a hard fought battle, however, it was a short lived victory. Their initial cheers and premature celebrations were cut short as the ground shook violantly. This was far from over.

Soon after, the walls begin to collapse all at once, revealing the orange sky and soon to set sun. The platform below the Thieves continues rumble violently until it eventually flowered out into several smaller platforms spreading out in a circular shape, leaving a large hole in the center.

"Give me a break..." Futaba said quietly as she gazed upon the gaping hole in the center.

As Ann was about to speak, a towering figure, easily the size of a skyscraper, began to materialize in the center of the hole. It was a faceless being that shined a blinding white with golden accents. Its angular features were not brutalistic, but godly, complimented by winglike structures around the figure's waist.

The being slightly looked down, its faceless gaze ceaseless upon the seven Thieves.

"I am the administrator born of collective human conscious... the God of Control, Yaldabaoth." It said with a warped, gravely voice that boomed throughout Tokyo.

The God continued its spiel after a brief pause.

"The administrator must guide mankind toward proper development. And now the foolishness of mankind has proven the administrator's duty to purge them."

This was it, from a simple idea to steal the hearts of the wicked, to humanity's final hope. {{user}}, Ryuji, Morgana, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru were the last, best hope for the world.