[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 17^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:14:38 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Sixteen
One hundred years later, the Angel Academy was still in a semi-completed state. Its infrastructure was far from up to standard. The problem was that the first batch of little angels had already been born in the Reincarnation Pool in the Moon Star Heaven, and time was running out. The Reincarnation Pool was an extremely magical artifact; it could automatically create life simply by pouring in enough power—a product of Jehovah's laziness.
Therefore, even if some angels were lost due to accidents, it wouldn't matter; the newborn little angels would fill the void in Heaven.
The newly born little angels started from almost the same starting point. Their future achievements depended on their willpower and level of faith. While cultivating holy light power through their own efforts might not lead to advancement, it was entirely possible to far surpass angels of the same level. Otherwise, a clear difference in strength would have appeared among the Seraphim.
Michael's power surpasses Messiah's, Samael's surpasses Belial's, and Metatron's surpasses Gabriel's. Even the seemingly weakest, Asmodeus, can suppress Beelzebub. Each Seraphim possesses different strengths; their relative power cannot be determined solely by rank. Messiah is weaker than Michael because he is not adept at combat.
As for the Archangel Lucifer… no Seraphim would dare compare himself to him; that would be suicidal. As companions who have known each other for centuries, they are well aware of the Archangel's strength—it's definitely not on the same level.
Rumors have spread throughout Heaven that Lucifer possesses five-sixths of God's power. Jehovah finds this amusing and lets it go. He knows that if Lucifer hears of this, he will surely come to him to apologize, and then he can punish him. He also wants to test Lucifer's attitude through this matter. If he can maintain his composure and remain unperturbed, Jehovah will bestow a reward to atone for his transgression.
Messiah's plan to complete the academy alone ultimately failed. While drawing the blueprints, he didn't notice much oddity, but upon seeing the buildings in person, he realized how utterly incongruous they were. No wonder the other Seraphim had subtly reminded him to pay attention to aesthetics.
After three days of despair, the disheartened Son went to the Grand Cathedral of the Crystal Heaven to seek an audience with God. Having witnessed enough of the spectacle, God had to consider more important matters. To demonstrate that his favor towards the Son was no less than that of the Seraphim, he summoned the Seraphim to assist Messiah. After all, time was running out; only fifty-odd years remained to demolish and rebuild the original academy.
No matter how much heartache and resentment Messiah felt, the decision to demolish and rebuild was agreed upon by all the Seraphim. They couldn't tolerate such an eyesore of strange architecture. How could Messiah ruin the overall style of such an important place as the Eighth Heaven of Stars? Even angels unaware of the situation would think this type of architecture was characteristic of Heaven.
While in the Great Cathedral, Lucifer showed no dissatisfaction before Jehovah, which made God understand that the Archangel still knew his priorities and wouldn't let personal grudges with the Messiah affect the greater good, nor would he truly embarrass the Son.
If it were to disobey His command for revenge against the Messiah, even God, who is usually much gentler with angels, would be displeased.
The little angels were innocent, and fearing they might wander off before understanding the order of Heaven, Gabriel carefully placed them in a certain place in the First Heaven. Since they would all become students in the Academy, the Messiah, as the head of the Academy, had an obligation to help look after them, occasionally speaking gently to them about things in Heaven, helping them integrate into this world beforehand.
Carefully recounting the various interesting things about Heaven, the Messiah, having shed all his outward sharpness and arrogance, was exceptionally gentle. He diligently learned from the vague memories of his teacher, increasing the little angels' goodwill towards Heaven. Even before he discovered it, Messiah had already developed a sense of belonging to Heaven. How could he describe the most beautiful Heaven if he weren't genuinely happy for its prosperity?
While habitually praising God, Messiah also slowly accepted the fact that deities existed in this world. The fluctuations of faith would one day emanate from him—Jehovah could affirm this.
Upon hearing that the Seraphim were building angel academies for them, the lesser angels couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The hierarchical differences etched into their inherited memories made them instinctively worship the higher-ranking angels. The thought of inevitably entering the legendary eighth celestial realm, seeing the high-ranking Cherubim, and perhaps even having the chance to meet some of the princes who would be teaching at the academy filled them with longing, and pink bubbles of anticipation floated in their eyes.
The seraphim of the Crystal Heaven were all busy heading to the Eighth Heaven, so Jehovah shifted his gaze to observe the first batch of newborn angels. His golden eyes weren't fixed on their faces, but on their pure, flawless souls—as clean and beautiful as the Crystal Heaven itself, carrying a sense of hopeful anticipation.
Jehovah felt his growing aversion to darkness stemmed entirely from the contrast between darkness and light. Darkness was destined to bring strong negative influences; all defiled beings would gravitate towards destruction, evil, and chaos, and it was almost impossible to find a single one with a healthy mindset.
Initially, it was because he had been tormented for a long time during the period of accumulating power for godhood, but later, after he personally erased the consciousness of the Dark Realm, he let go of that grudge. Now, it was because darkness and light were opposed; the angels he had created would be tempted by darkness, losing the glory he had bestowed upon them. This feeling of potentially having his treasures stolen made God somewhat depressed.
Demonic energy and darkness corrupt pure spirits, causing them to degenerate into hideous demonic forms. Do not doubt Jehovah's love for truth, goodness, and beauty; all beauty and purity in the world are gifts from the God of Light to living beings. Once God discovers that His good intentions have been rejected by living beings, He too will abandon them.
"Fallen Angels…"
A cold sigh echoed in the Grand Cathedral. The sigh of God transformed into illusory white feathers, falling, sacred yet revealing God's helplessness. Jehovah gazed upon all his angels, each radiating a beautiful light of faith. How could he not know that this was inevitable? Where there is light, there is darkness; where there are angels, there will naturally be fallen angels.
Not all angels can remain in Heaven forever to accompany him, yet he always hoped he would never see such a scene. The fall of angels is not only a denial of faith but also a confrontation with Jehovah. Without angels, the nine heavens are God's lonely kingdom; with angels, the nine heavens are true Heaven.
"Meta, I want to hear your music."
The silver-haired deity on the throne closed his eyes, his right hand supporting his cheek in peaceful rest. He didn't speak, but his gentle yet indifferent voice rang in Metatron's ears in the Eighth Heaven.
Metatron, who was discussing matters with his companions in the hall, brightened up and immediately gestured for silence. Lucifer, sitting at the head of the table, tensed, guessing that the Heavenly Father wanted to speak with him, and nodded, allowing the meeting to pause.
Metatron was about to curtsy in the direction of God when his movement suddenly stopped. He remembered the message Lucifer had brought: Seraphim did not need to kneel before God, but could only stand up and perform a slight bow.
"Yes, my God."
His expression was as calm as a still lake, then a gentle ripple spread across it with a smile. To be called by God's name was an honor in itself, let alone for the Father to wish to hear his music. Joy welled in Metatron's eyes as the Archangel answered respectfully.
Then, all sound ceased. Metatron knew he was being summoned to the Crystal Heaven.
"Your Highness Metatron, is this a message from the Father?"
Beelzebub, the Vice-Chief Cherubim, was the first to speak, asking a question he already knew the answer to. Anything concerning God was of concern to all angels, and they wished they could help, but their God was too powerful; they rarely needed his assistance, a fact that left them all disheartened.
"Well, the Father has asked me to play the harp for Him, so I must take my leave for now."
The Messiah wasn't present, so Metatron, taking the lead under Lucifer's authority, mainly explained the situation to him before leaving. The Archangel, glancing casually at Lucifer's expression, turned his back to him and slowly walked out of the hall, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Generally, God would send Lucifer for these kinds of tasks, but this time was different…
It wasn't that the Archangel was less skilled; Lucifer was simply too busy and had no interest in studying music in his spare time. His actual skill level wasn't low, but it wasn't particularly high either. Jehovah, wanting to enjoy beautiful sounds, naturally chose the angel with the best musical talent to play.
Beelzebub looked up and down, afraid to meet the Archangel's gaze, lest he inadvertently offend him. The other Archangels also pretended to be oblivious. Gabriel's gaze wandered, her curiosity nagging at her. Her eyes, seemingly casually, landed on Lucifer, the golden-haired angel praised by God as the radiant morning star, seated at the head of the table, his azure eyes revealing no emotion.
When Gabriel's gaze returned to his face, Lucifer suddenly looked directly at her, then chuckled softly. Gabriel really did think she was a statue.
"If you're bored, I don't mind finding you something to do, Belial. Go tell the Messiah now that Gabriel will be in charge of the initial leadership of the little angels. Have him come to the Eighth Heaven and hand over the previously established school plan to me."
Upon hearing this, the Archangel froze on the spot. She had no intention of doing such troublesome work!
"Yes!"
Beria's languid posture immediately straightened, and the Archangel of Strength's expression became serious as if facing a heavy responsibility. After responding, he quickly left the oppressive atmosphere of the hall, leaving his companions with resentful gazes behind him.
Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen