Two things happened very quickly. Having been retroactively damned before I fell in, I instictively flared into my Atavistic Form and /fucking exploded/ as the torrent of prayer from the worlds I ruled exploded me into apotheosis. It wasn't just limitless faith. Eons ago, I'd cured my vampirism and cloned my soul trillions of times over, as many times as the Phoenix Force and Life Equation together could manage. Eons later, I'd taken Temple of Thought and unified their paradigms with that of Dragonlance's mystic tradition.
With all that and more spirit-turned-divine power, my atavistic form made the Sixth Great Maelstrom look like a draining bathtub.
The entire Abyss started to crack, glow and splinter from the inside. "Hooray, we're free! It's not too late, we can still teach humanity the secrets of the cosmos!" shouted the fallen angels as they made a beeline back into human history. "Come with us friend, and with your power we can surely overthrow God! How have you attained this power?"
"Holy shit, you're right! I HAVE fallen back through time and space!" I said. "Which means-I gotta get me some Radion! I've got a clean shot at Nyarlathotep!"
"What's a Nyarlathotep?" asked the fallen angels.
"A MOVING TARGET"
Confused, the fallen angels sadly turned back to look at the wreckage of human civilisation. Well, most of them did. The Ebon Legion immediately tried to resume war only to find the angels had already withdrawn themselves. With nothing else to fight and without an Abyss to pull them back into it's embrace, they promptly went mad and fought each other.
I spent days on a hill working out a vantage point, while the fallen looked for Lucifer and answers. Despite not being here yet, Nyarlathotep was as adept at blurring the timelines as I was at Observing the timelines into alignment. On the 8th day, the fallen came to ask me what to do having not found Lucifer.