[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 20^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:17:11 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter 19
The seemingly endless power of light spread from heaven, its vastness and grandeur indescribable. Layers upon layers of clouds were solidified forms; some clouds bloomed gracefully like flower petals, others surged like towering waves, and no other force could hinder its spread.
In an instant, due to the official opening of the Light Festival, the surging divine power of light manifested a magnificent miracle. Even the dark night of the mortal realm was bathed in its bright light. Moreover, the light, as domineering as its master, arrogantly traversed the seven layers of hell, causing a beam of extremely bright light to pierce through the originally unchanging gray clouds in the sky.
With each breath, something seemed to change; the air became unbelievably pure, the very air of what was said to be heaven. The forest spirits gazed curiously at the sky, now a vibrant, dancing light, more intense than the life-giving energy of overflowing moon springs.
In the nine layers of hell, lowly demons, who had never had the chance to escape, looked up. Many more hellish plants withdrew their branches to avoid the light. When the demons noticed this unusually dazzling color, they instinctively retreated into the shadows, afraid to confront the divine power.
Jehovah stood in the Great Cathedral, his empty throne behind him, exuding supreme majesty.
"The Celebration of Light is held once every 100,000 years, and the passage between Heaven and the outside world will open. Although I cannot attend the Creation Celebration, this festival is for you. Regardless of rank, you may set aside your duties and rest for three days. All glory, all light… are bestowed upon you alone."
His long silver hair cascaded down like moonlight as God gazed gently upon the world he loved, and this beautiful Heaven.
"My children."
A moment of silence fell over Heaven, followed by a deafening roar that echoed through the nine heavens. The angels' joy was almost undisguised, not just from the excitement of being called their Father, but also from a sense of glory derived from Heaven itself. Of the three realms, only Heaven was blessed by the Creator God; didn't this mean their status in God's eyes was even higher?
In the ninth level of Hell, the betrayal, several demons who had been born from Hell heard God's words. Watching the ray of light pierce through Hell, revealing the dark and desolate world to the light, made their faces pale. But what could they, as demons, do? Darkness was destined to be disliked by the God of Light.
"So what if you're associated with light? Disgusting angels. If one day God abandons your protection, I wonder if you'll still be so arrogant."
A high-ranking demon leaned back on his magnificent throne, thinking of the Seraphim he had encountered in the mortal realm. An indescribable hatred flickered across the demon's handsome face.
If he hadn't possessed the strength to withstand the Seraphim's attack, he probably wouldn't have survived, even with an eye gone.
His greyish-white hair cascaded over his black robes, and a brown scar marked the corner of his narrow, elongated eye, adding to his eerie appearance. A pair of enormous grey bat wings spread behind him, and beneath the hem of his robes that reached the ground was a long, flowing dragon tail.
"Both light and darkness are creations of you. Why are you so unjust? Is it merely because they possess the light you bestowed upon them…?"
Behemoth stared gloomily in the direction of the Chaos Abyss, as if he could see that arrogant Seraphim again. His dragon heart, infused with demonic energy, throbbed with pain, and his twisted, hoarse voice echoed in the empty hall.
It was all that Seraphim's fault!
If it weren't for his sending the Dragon King to Heaven for the Creation Celebration, causing internal strife within the dragon race and rendering him unable to attend to other matters, how could he have transformed from the son of a Golden Holy Light Dragon King into an Abyss Demon Dragon, his soul corrupted by dark power from birth?
In the Ninth Crystal Heaven, Lucifer's hand, which was about to reach for official business, was shoved aside with a smile by Michael. Lucifer helplessly sat down in a chair, looking at him, wondering why Michael had come all this way to see him. If he could handle more matters on this day of rest, everyone wouldn't have to see that mountain of official business later—who knows?
"Gabriel suggests we go on a trip together, and the Time Flower at the edge of the mortal realm has bloomed again. Metatron also wants to collect some."
"Any cherub could easily do that for him, Metatron… alright, I'll go."
Before he could finish speaking, Lucifer saw another companion standing smiling in the doorway. Knowing that refusing this time would be disrespectful, he could only say helplessly.
"Your Highness, let's go."
Michael's golden eyelashes fluttered, and his fiery red eyes curved into a smile. It seemed that Prince Metatron still held more sway.
"It's a real pity Messiah didn't come this time."
As they left the Crystal Heaven, Gabriel let out a long sigh, comfortably savoring the feeling of freedom. Among the Seraphim's duties, hers and Messiah's were particularly demanding, overseeing the affairs of two heavens.
"He was summoned by the Father to play the harp."
Lucifer's eyes crinkled with amusement. After all, he had personally taught Messiah etiquette, while Metatron had taken over the harp lessons. He had even heard Messiah play once.
He could already imagine the Son's expression. The Great Cathedral wasn't their palace where they could play whatever they wanted. God sat on his throne listening; who knew what Messiah would produce?
Asmodeus let out a blatant sneer, which also lightened the mood of Belial and Beelzebub. Samael, the Archangel, stood beside Metatron with his arms crossed, a clear glint in his silver-purple eyes—clearly a blatant and unethical gloating.
The three highest-ranking figures in Heaven were Lucifer, Messiah, and Metatron. Messiah, in particular, had recently progressed towards becoming the perfect Son of God; finding any flaws in him was difficult enough, and nitpicking was a pleasure in itself.
Jehovah, eyes half-closed, leaned calmly against the armrest. Bright holy light obscured his figure, leaving only a blurry, almost ethereal silhouette. Messiah, clutching his silvery-white harp, played with cold sweat dripping down his face. He no longer had the right to mock Gabriel, for his increasing tension would only lead to him playing like a cotton ball.
The quiet atmosphere was broken by the music played by the saint, but… Messiah found that no matter how lightly and naturally he played, he couldn't truly move the entire cathedral. The silence that settled over the room was heavy and weathered, seemingly imbued with the character of its master, making it so cold and lonely.
"Messiah…what is Heaven like?"
A question abruptly rang out in the hall. Jehovah, who posed the question, looked at the other, seemingly trying to discern the difference between him and other beings.
Right hand supporting his chin, the silver-haired deity smiled indifferently. No matter how normally the Messiah behaved after integrating into this world, he could still clearly perceive the gap between the Messiah and the world. If he were an angel, perhaps it would be much better, but how could his own soul's incarnation be a creation? That would be an insult to himself.
Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Messiah…you are destined to represent me in this world.
"Heaven is good."
"Then why did you seem to hesitate when facing Lucifer? Messiah, you are the Son of Heaven, your status is no less than that of the Archangel."
The harp melody faltered. Messiah looked up at the deity, bewildered. Even though the question was incredibly simple, he couldn't help but wonder if it contained other meanings. Perhaps because of his transmigrated origins, Messiah always felt guilty in the face of this omnipotent creator god, even though God's gaze was always so tolerant.
"Don't stop. I just want to know your opinion."
"My God, Lucifer is more excellent and stronger than me. Of course, I will respect him."
Inwardly wiping a bead of sweat at the word 'respect,' Messiah realized he hadn't truly lived up to his words. Recalling his past actions, he felt ashamed, thinking that Lucifer had already been quite tolerant and magnanimous.
"Are you willing to obey Lucifer?"
The gentle light in Jehovah's eyes faded, replaced by an unchanging indifference. His golden eyes, brimming with the ultimate light of the world, were devoid of joy or sorrow; even at this moment, their divine radiance could not obscure the brilliance of the deity himself.
"My God, everything is bestowed upon me by You. Messiah has never thought such a thing..."
Startled, Messiah immediately put down his harp and knelt on the hard crystal floor. His pale face was reflected in the hard crystal, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. In that instant when those eyes were fixed upon him, Messiah realized he had completely misunderstood God's existence, terribly wrong. How could a god with such eyes be a gentle being? Yet why had the god allowed him to see that true look in his eyes?
"Lift your head, Messiah."
Gazing indifferently at the man who had finally shown fear, Jehovah's tone seemed to turn colder. It seemed he had lived too comfortably all these years. When he realized he couldn't compete with the Archangel, this Son of God had become a complete failure. No one in this world can gain status without struggle. To think that one can live a carefree life without effort... that's nothing but mortal delusion.
"My child, at your birth, I gave you a body that angels do not have, and a soul unique in this world. Do you know why?"
"I do not know..."
The Messiah almost trembled. This almost explicit statement felt like tearing open his heart. Before God, no one can lie.
"I wanted a Son of God in name only, not just an empty title, Messiah. Do you think you have achieved that?"
The divine voice was as cold as ice. Jehovah had finally spoken his mind, for he could no longer wait. The foundations of Heaven were complete, and everything was on track. Continuing like this would only lead to a significant rift in Heaven's power structure; otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed his ears to suffer. As he had feared, Messiah's music was getting worse with each performance.
He couldn't allow Lucifer to hold absolute power in Heaven. Any angel could be the administrator of Heaven, but its master could only be himself.
The one who truly transcends all boundaries is God, not a single Son.
Messiah, if you want to remain aloof and indifferent, you'd better have the ability.
"Messiah will not disappoint God."
After making this guarantee before God, Messiah walked out dejectedly. He thought he was probably just a puppet manipulated by God; no matter how strong or powerful he was, it couldn't change the gap in their status and identities. Tragically, he had only learned this fact today.
Originally, Messiah had set his sights on a peaceful life. Now, it seems he must compete with Lucifer before gaining God's approval, even if Lucifer exerts an insurmountable pressure on him in every way. He has to grit his teeth and fight!
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