Chapter 151
Neither long nor short, as though trying to restore balance to the turmoil she had just traversed.
However, she was not finished.
There were still several final memory seals—those most secret, the ones she had guarded alone—that now were forced to be opened.
In that flash of recollection, she and her twelve siblings once again stood before the Incomprehensible Presence.
The Avatar of Quil-Hasa, in His glory fully restored after the battle, stood before them.
News of the Creator's recovery struck Aldraya's heart with a hope she should never have possessed.
A naïve sense of joy made her heart race wildly, even as her cold reason screamed that this was a moment of judgment—the seconds in which the heaviest punishment would be delivered.
Then the voice she once worshipped and had betrayed echoed, asking a question that lingered in the air.
"What can you possibly redeem with this betrayal?"
And though the question was directed at all of them, its weight centered entirely on Aldraya.
In Quil-Hasa's eyes, she was the ringleader—the primary instigator who had poisoned the minds of her eleven siblings, perhaps even Equinox himself, into rebellion.
Aldraya stood at the very center of accountability, feeling a burden far heavier than the entirety of the universe she had once observed.
"I will bear all the fault—my sins and the sins of my twelve Siblings.
Let only me suffer the consequences.
So if anyone must be blamed, it is the leader, not those who followed."
Fiiiih!
"And as part of the punishment I choose, from this moment onward, I no longer acknowledge You as God.
No more and no less."
Under Quil-Hasa's gaze that pierced the soul, Aldraya's entire body trembled violently.
The doctrine she had built her entire life screamed that she must be ready to die, to accept the highest punishment in surrender as her final act of loyalty.
Yet her embodied instincts—the most primal voice within her—rebelled fiercely.
There was a desire to live, a refusal of extinction that shook the very essence of her being.
In that heartbreaking tremor, from lips that could barely speak, came an answer that would change everything.
With a voice soft yet clear, she declared that she would bear alone the sins of their betrayal.
The sins of her eleven siblings, the sins of Equinox, and her own—she would shoulder every burden by herself.
This sacrifice she offered as redemption, so they would not have to suffer the same punishment.
However, it was her final sentence that shook the heavenly throne.
As a consequence of her choice to bear the collective sin and step outside divine protection, she declared that she would no longer believe in Quil-Hasa as God.
This was not a denial born of hatred, but a tragic severing.
To truly accept the consequences as the greatest sinner, she knew she could no longer hide behind faith in the very Judge who would now punish her.
She chose to stand entirely alone, as a fully conscious traitor, relinquishing her crown as the "Right Hand of God" and even her identity as a worshipper.
A decision more painful than death itself.
'If I must sacrifice my faith to protect Your Essence, then that is the sacrifice I will make with open eyes.'
In the silence of the majestic throne chamber, a brief dialogue filled with eternal consequences had just ended.
The Creator asked once more, ensuring whether His once most loyal being was truly resolute in her decision.
And with a heartbreaking firmness, the answer was given.
A confession that her resolve had hardened completely, driven by a higher obligation she now felt—a responsibility to protect whatever she still had left, fractured and small though it was.
Yet behind that noble reason of duty lay a deeper, more personal motivation—a truth she dared admit only to the deepest chambers of her heart.
Her true driving force was fear, a tormenting dread born from a horrific vision she could not bear.
Witnessing her first love—the light that had illuminated her entire existence—fade in a senseless way.
The death of Quil-Hasa, not from cosmic battle nor a greater force, but from His own overwhelming emotions bursting unchecked, was an end too pitiful and meaningless for her to accept.
Thus, with that answer, every remaining tie was severed.
A path had been chosen—an act of self-exile had been rendered.
'Not destruction, but transformation.
A sacrifice to save what blind loyalty could never save.'
With Aldraya's will as immovable as a granite monolith, Quil-Hasa moved His own Will.
A process of unimaginable pain began—not physical punishment, but cosmic erasure of identity.
The unfathomable divine power began unraveling the threads of essence that defined Aldraya as a recognized part of the heavenly order.
She was stripped from divine acknowledgment, expelled from the legitimate lineage of divinity.
Strangely, the process did not remove her fundamental essence.
Her core remained that of a Highest Angel—a being of power and eternal lifespan.
But her status was now like a title crossed out with black ink.
She still existed, but unacknowledged.
She remained mighty, but no longer recorded in any sacred scripture.
This paradox created a tormenting existence.
Possessing the full capabilities of a Highest Angel, yet with no home or recognition to bear the title.
The consequences of her erasure echoed across all reality.
The universe's knowledge of the heavenly hierarchy forcibly changed.
Cosmic records that once listed thirteen Highest Angels now held only twelve.
The name Aldraya Kansh Que, Mother of Angel—or even her old name, Silvia Cantika Putri—was erased from the collective memory of holy beings.
History rewrote itself as though she had never been part of the Creator's inner circle.
'Remain here, and fulfill your original roles.
With me gone, I can fulfill my new duty—'
Fiiiih!
'…Which is to protect Him in my own way.'
When the divine presence vanished, leaving the throne chamber empty and bitter, tears broke forth.
Aldraya's twelve Siblings, the mighty Highest Angels, dissolved into an ocean of unstoppable grief.
Their golden tears flowed down, soaking the cold marble floor.
They embraced her, pleading through sobs, begging with all their strength for Aldraya not to bear their sins alone.
Every word trembled with despair, an admission of how unbearable it was to watch their elder sister—their pillar of steadfastness—sacrifice everything on her own.
Even Equinox, also known as Lucifer—who had harbored resentment and hatred in Hell's depths, whose mouth had never tired of cursing Aldraya as the worst of all angels—now shattered completely.
His arrogance collapsed, leaving only a younger sibling crying in remorse.
He clung to Aldraya's legs, begging forgiveness for every past wrong, especially his indirect role in the First Heavenly Betrayal that sparked all of this.
His sobs were full of genuine regret, an admission that his hatred had merely been a mask for unspoken pain.
They all, including the repentant Lucifer, pleaded desperately for Aldraya not to endure this punishment alone in the mortal world—a place they saw as cruel and foreign.
They had learned of her plan to wander the mortal realm, a self-imposed exile they believed far too harsh for someone whose essence remained so noble.
To be continued…