[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 19^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:16:37 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter 18
The white crystal emitted a soft, bright light, illuminating the bright room. Messiah stood by the table, arranging the casually placed books. His brown eyes took on a warm glow under the light. The man's once short blond hair had grown to shoulder length, no longer appearing so strange in the eyes of an angel.
"Messiah."
Lucifer felt that this guy was finally not so bad. His efforts in training Messiah had not been in vain; the other's manners and common sense had finally reached the level of a Seraph. Years ago, when he brought him out of the Great Cathedral, he was curious about what kind of beings the Father had created, but this companion's actions ultimately disappointed him.
He had only encountered Seraphim like Metatron, whose standards were naturally extremely high. Aside from his noble status and position, Messiah had nothing else particularly outstanding about him. However, Lucifer firmly believed that God had a reason for creating every living being, and Messiah, as a Son of God no less than himself, must have his own important qualities.
"Lucifer, is something the matter?"
Messiah gestured to another chair, exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and sat down. Although his relationship with the Archangel wasn't particularly good—in fact, his relationship with every Seraphim wasn't great either—the Archangel was still one of his few companions, one of the few beings in Heaven with whom he could speak to authority.
"I saw a little angel playing in the central square, but he wanted to cross the defensive zone to go play…"
Lucifer frowned slightly, recalling the scene he had witnessed on his way to the small sacred pool in the central square. He couldn't help but worry about what would happen if such a thing occurred again. If no one noticed, the little angels would be crushed by the spatial pressure as soon as they stepped out of the defensive zone.
To provide the little angels with more leisure time, Lucifer had specifically included the central square within the academy's protective barrier, making it their only outdoor playground.
"Because the Cherubim guarding the square neglected his duty, I notified Metatron to handle it. Fortunately, he didn't actually escape. The little angel had Michael send him back to the academy. I came to see you to discuss this issue. The little angels are still very young, at a time when their curiosity is at its peak. They'll be living in the academy for at least a thousand years; keeping them here all the time isn't a solution."
Messiah shared the same dilemma. The academy wasn't particularly large, nor was it small. The first batch of little angels was small, and keeping these few thousand within the academy was indeed stifling. Due to the Creator God's favoritism towards the races of light, angels' lifespans were virtually limitless. A little angel under two hundred years old had the mind of a ten-year-old to humans. Could you expect a ten-year-old to be well-behaved?
"Can the barrier's range be expanded?"
After a moment's hesitation, Messiah could only offer this seemingly insignificant suggestion. If the barrier could encompass the entire Eighth Star Heaven, the little angels could live and play freely without any restrictions on their movement.
"You want me to expand its range beyond what's already there?"
Lucifer stared at her expressionlessly, coldly retorting with his question.
Messiah sensed something amiss in his tone, but didn't realize she'd said anything wrong. She noticed, puzzled, that the Archangel's gaze had turned cold again. Hearing this, God, who had been lost in thought within the Crystal Heaven, snapped back to reality, indifferently glancing at his one-ninth soul avatar. Unlike Messiah, whose knowledge in various areas was limited, he noticed the problem simply by observing Lucifer through divine sense.
An invisible binding force continuously exerted pressure around the Archangel, the almost solidified space restricting Lucifer's movements—the spacetime pressure he had shielded the Academy from. This barrier wasn't a protective shield in the ordinary sense; it achieved its special effect through equivalent substitution, thus requiring immense power at every moment.
If Lucifer hadn't possessed the overwhelming strength bestowed upon him, any angel in the upper three levels would have been unable to move an inch. The pressure of the ninth level, the Crystal Heaven, prevented Seraphim from flying for extended periods, and while the lower-level Stellar Heaven wasn't nearly as severe, it was still no ordinary low-level space.
"Easy for you to talk," the golden-haired angel calmly adjusted his wide sleeves, a silent, cold laugh escaping his lips. He felt there was no point in continuing the conversation. Indeed, his personality clashed with the Messiah's. He'd let Michael handle things from now on; any further discussion would only lead to Lucifer's outburst.
"Your power is no less than Michael's. Why don't you… try it yourself, Holy Son?"
With that, Lucifer prepared to meet God. While he acknowledged the effectiveness of the solution, he had no intention of bearing the spatial pressure of the entire Stellar Heaven. He had just stood up and pushed back his chair when his gaze inadvertently fell upon a white object tucked between the pages of a book. It wasn't something he should have noticed, but the color seemed strangely familiar.
"What's that?"
His gaze was fixed on a feather on the table. As if sensing something, Lucifer's expression changed slightly. He reached across Messiah's seat and flipped through the book. The feather tucked between the pages revealed its full form—a crafted quill pen.
Upon closer inspection, he realized the energy fluctuations within were unmistakably familiar. A flash of anger crossed his azure eyes. He reached for the quill pen, but the moment he touched it, the feather shattered into points of light. The fragmented light was hazy and beautiful; unseen by Messiah, it transformed into primal power and merged into the Seraphim's body.
There's a saying, "To cover one's tracks," and sensing that the Messiah might have revealed a flaw, Jehovah silently withdrew his divine sense, which had just scattered the feathers. He stared innocently at the Book of Creation, wondering if he should pluck another feather next time; the quill was gone.
Lucifer felt the power emanating from these specks of light. This time, he was absolutely certain that this thing belonged to him. Had he underestimated his opponent…? How did the Messiah manage to obtain the feathers from him?
"How could you have…"
If angels value glory above all else, then the most important thing on an angel, besides their life-sustaining core, is their wings, symbolizing their angelic identity. Anyone who touches them is considered to be provoking them.
"Lucifer, Messiah."
The gentle voice of the deity appeared without warning, silencing Lucifer's questioning of the Messiah and causing the Messiah's expression to become solemn. He respectfully bowed to the void. Despite being a non-belief Chinese, he felt he had never been so humble in his past life, daring not to utter the slightest mistake before God.
It was like a faint, indifferent murmur whispered in his ear; only God could calm even his turbulent heart with such a simple sentence. Lucifer knew the Father wasn't speaking to him alone; the Messiah had also heard God's voice. Lucifer couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself. In the end, it was just a feather; why had his attitude towards the Messiah suddenly become so sharp? Perhaps his prejudice against the Son hadn't disappeared.
"There's no need to worry about the barrier. I'll set one up for the academy; they can go out and play without any problem."
The silver-haired deity's voice was extremely soft, yet filled with a convincing and inclusive strength. He gazed gently at the Eighth Heaven, looking at the angels who truly considered Heaven their home.
The clean and beautiful souls reflected the holy Heaven, along with the Messiah's pale golden soul and Lucifer's pure and flawless soul—these were colors that Jehovah loved. Not only that, their feelings were also clearly visible in their eyes, letting Jehovah know that this was all for the sake of Heaven.
"My God, I can try."
Lucifer, ashamed that he had allowed a god to interfere in their troubles, immediately abandoned his previous intention to withdraw. Even if it meant bearing the spatial pressure of the next level of Heaven, he would not hesitate; the thought of potentially disappointing the god made him feel utterly useless.
Messiah's eye twitched slightly. He hadn't been planning to help just a moment ago, so why was he so readily agreeing now? Could Lucifer please stop being so two-faced?
"Lucifer, don't be stubborn. There will be many things for Lucifer to do in the future; just focus your energy on those."
With fingers spread, Jehovah swept his hand in the air in Lucifer's direction, as if erasing something with a mere flick of his wrist, simpler than using an eraser. Lucifer, inside the reading room, immediately felt a lightness in his body. The suffocating feeling in his chest dissipated, and he realized the pressure from the barrier had vanished. He understood that the divine being had removed the energy-draining barrier for him.
The Son of God's expression immediately relaxed, and he lightly bowed towards the Crystal Heaven, seemingly without knowing what the divine being had said to Messiah alone.
"Because I will no longer attend the Creation Celebration, in addition to the Creation Celebration, I will also establish a Light Celebration once every 100,000 times. At that time, the power of light will be at its peak, and all angels will be able to leave Heaven for three days of leisure. Lucifer, Messiah, come to the Crystal Heaven. This matter needs your arrangements."
God had expressed an idea that had been in his mind for some time, but he left the specific implementation to his archangels and Son of God. He believed they would be pleased. Seeing how hard they worked for Heaven, as their superior, he naturally needed to learn a balanced approach to their demands. Time was infinite, but the number of angels who could help with affairs was limited. The future was long.
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