Chapter 21 of "[Various] Throne of God" by Yu Wei Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:17:32 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Twenty
Although the Celebration of Light only lasted three days, it caused considerable discomfort for many beings with negative attributes. Given the angels' lack of interest in Hell, they were essentially the ones roaming the mortal realm. In just two days, many of the land's plants and trees withered, forcing the elves to come and repair them, as the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from some high-ranking angels were simply too extreme.
Even the elves and dragons, who previously lived in the mortal realm and were known for their arrogance, now had to cower and hide, lest they offend the angels. Angels are known for their unity; while high-ranking angels have developed a clear hierarchy, they are still very protective of their own.
Injuring one of their lower angels might provoke an archangel—a fact acknowledged by all races.
In a vast peach orchard, Joyce, an angel with white wings cascading down her back, sat playfully on a branch, gazing down at her companions. Her feet dangled in the air, gently swinging, causing even the blossoms on the trees to tremble.
"Raphael, what are you thinking about?"
"I accidentally delayed Lord Cherubim's business last time. I wonder if he's angry with me."
Raphael, the archangel, turned around, his hair streaked with pink and white petals, a faint melancholy tinged with his clear eyes.
"That time, it really wasn't your fault. The Archangel asked you to inform Prince Gabriel, but how could we know where he would go if he wasn't in the palace? You were lucky to find him on the main street of Moonstar Heaven; who would have guessed he'd skip official business to go shopping?"
After a lengthy and earnest explanation, Joyce hoped to reassure him. Although he himself was somewhat uneasy, he still chose to believe that the Archangel would forgive their rudeness; after all, even Prince Gabriel hadn't blamed them.
"Lord Jeremy."
Catching a figure appear ahead, Joyce immediately jumped down from the tree and bowed respectfully.
"Raphael."
A gentle voice sounded from behind. Raphael turned around in confusion and looked towards the other side of the woods, where a five-winged Archangel approached—Prince Gabriel's adjutant.
"I apologize, but I cannot leave here for the time being. I will need your help to inform His Highness."
After a brief greeting, Archangel Vice-Deputy Jeremy, though apologizing, maintained his usual haughty demeanor in front of the two archangels. He held a scroll of exquisite paper containing the list of all the lesser angels.
"One lesser angel was frightened by a savage dragon and is demanding to return to the academy. However, the entrance to the Stellar Heaven was closed on the first day of the Celebration of Light, and His Highness Metatron, who oversees entry and exit, has also left the Stellar Heaven. I hope you can help me contact His Highness Gabriel. Only seraphim-ranking princes can open the gate now."
All angels were allowed a holiday, including the lesser angels who had only been enrolled for less than five hundred years. This festival was a time for them to relax and have fun without worry, but the higher-ranking angels were responsible for their safety.
"Yes, Lord Jeremy, I will deliver the item to Prince Gabriel."
Just as Raphael was about to refuse, he swallowed the words, remembering that the cherubim he had offended last time seemed to be a friend of Lord Jeremy. He glanced at the cherubim with a slight hesitation, then gritted his teeth and accepted the task. Hopefully… he could make amends.
After the cherubim left, Joyce's face fell, and she said with exasperation, "Why did you agree? Didn't the other archangels already mock you enough?"
"I didn't want to be accused of deliberately getting close to Prince Gabriel, but he is our superior, and I can't refuse this order. There's no time to say more; I'll go find His Highness now."
Raphael gave a wry smile, recalling Prince Gabriel's mocking smile from last time, and a chill ran down his spine. Just as he was about to turn and leave, his sleeve was unexpectedly tugged, and Raphael sighed.
"I have to go. Is there anything else, Joyce?"
"Raphael."
Joyce's eyes gleamed as she grabbed the handsome angel with long, light blue hair, making Raphael, who had guessed what was going on, twitch slightly.
"I just remembered something. I heard that Prince Lucifer and the other Seraphim have all left Heaven, and Prince Metatron likes to personally pick the Flower of Time. This time happens to be the time when the Flower of Time blooms, so it's highly likely that Prince Lucifer and Prince Gabriel have gone there."
"The Flower of Time… How do you know so much about it? I usually complain about getting a headache if I ask you to memorize an extra book."
Raphael's gentle smile faltered. Having a friend who idolized the Seraphim was truly a living hell. Their conversations always revolved around those noble princes, but how could he possibly discuss such matters with them? Joyce's thoughts were going too far.
Unable to resist his friend's persistent pleading, and with Joyce being particularly cunning this time, refusing to reveal the location of the Flower of Time, Raphael had no choice but to agree to let him go in his place. This way, he could quickly report the news to Prince Gabriel, hoping Joyce would behave as promised.
The angel with waist-length, light blonde hair happily hugged his friend, then eagerly carried him, carrying his newly acquired mission, flying towards the border between the mortal realm and Hell—the place where the Flower of Time grew.
A pair of pure white wings spread in a graceful arc, Joyce soared freely in the sky, her beautiful angelic face filled with joy. Archangels actually have the same number of wings as ordinary angels, or rather, the lower three ranks of Principalities, Archangels, and Angels all have the same number of wings. The difference in their status is not significant; they are all mass-produced creations.
The border between the mortal realm and Hell.
"Michael, what are you doing?"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, finding his lieutenant's digging particularly irritating. Michael always put on a show in front of other angels, but was exceptionally carefree with his companions. His long, bright red hair fell to the ground. Squatting there, Michael poked the base of the flower with his finger and said with a smile.
"I wanted to transplant it to Heaven, but this flower is too fragile. I don't even dare use my Holy Light Power."
"It's not as beautiful as the Kassan Flower you cultivate in the palace. There's no need to move it. If you like, have Meta send you some incense made from them."
Glancing at the pale silver flower, Lucifer stated his opinion directly. Aside from its unique effects, he genuinely disliked the perpetually budding, delicate appearance of the Time Flower. How could it compare to the magnificent sea of flowers blooming in Michael's palace?
Michael shook his head, examining the growth structure of the Flower of Time with great interest, seemingly trying to figure out why it had a chance to allow beings to foresee the future in their dreams. Metatron collected flowers and pollen with his special tools. Asmodeus, sitting among the flowers, rolled his eyes; he then saw Beelzebub shamelessly sidling up to Lucifer.
Gabriel sat on a swing suspended between large trees, while Samael stood indifferently on the open ground to Gabriel's left, occasionally giving her a gentle push. Gabriel's strength meant she didn't need to hold onto the ropes; her magnificent long dress billowed in layers, and her soft laughter carried the intimacy between the two.
"Belial, pick a few for me."
Compared to Michael and Metatron's meticulous care for the flowers, Gabriel had far fewer reservations. The archangel paused, braiding her hair, feeling she was missing something adorning her. Her gaze swept over the flowerbed, and she smiled at Belial, who was standing not far away.
Hearing her companion's request, Belial ruthlessly plucked several Time Flowers and playfully tossed them at Gabriel's head, only to have Samael deflect them beforehand.
Gabriel glanced at Belial and carefully wove the flowers into her braid. The deep green, supple branches intertwined, and the silvery-white blossoms adorned the archangel's golden curls. Her bright, beautiful face, lacking the majesty of an archangel, revealed a uniquely feminine grace.
If she were to remove her holy archangel's robes, Gabriel would resemble a princess of the forest.
"Huh... Joyce? Samael, I'm going out for a bit."
Sensing a familiar presence approaching, Gabriel guessed it wanted to see him and had to tell Samael to stop swinging so he could go find the approaching archangel.
Ninth Heaven, Crystal Heaven.
While the angels were having a good time, Messiah had just left, and God in the Grand Cathedral fell silent once more.
The silver-haired deity silently turned his head, gazing at the World Tree, which seemed to have grown a little larger. Time seemed to freeze in his eyes.
What he had just done was merely for the balance of power in Heaven. It was normal for Messiah to misunderstand; how could he possibly treat all the angels as his puppets? However... since he was in Heaven, he naturally wouldn't allow Heaven to have a second master, and Lucifer's reputation had exceeded his tolerance limit.
Lucifer, while pursuing perfection, managed all the affairs of Heaven, doing everything diligently, but he forgot that God might reject him. After all, Jehovah didn't want to arouse any other thoughts in Lucifer. It would be best if this child could remain so pure forever; he didn't want to see the scene foretold in the Bible.
"Lucifer, if you can contentedly continue in your position as Archangel, I won't interfere anymore. The existence of the Holy Son is a warning I'm giving you."
Having dealt with the Messiah's affairs, God, who had intended to take a short rest, suddenly opened his eyes.
"God, why do you so despise Hell?" "
A hoarse voice, filled with resentment and jealousy, came from afar.
A barely perceptible look of surprise appeared in Jehovah's golden eyes. Jehovah could hear all the voices in the torrent of faith, but he usually let them go in one ear and out the other; don't expect God to answer you unless it's something important. This time, however, one voice was particularly unusual, because it came from a demon of the abyss.
As if sensing something was about to happen, God immediately turned his gaze to Hell, a place he had never thought to examine closely before. But what he first noticed was not the source of the voice, but someone else.
A grey sky, a blood-red moon, a dry and dark earth—a high-ranking demon who had arrived at the first level of Hell was using his innate abilities..." The figure emerged, transformed into an angel in the next instant. A long, white robe trailed on the dark ground, and long, flowing golden hair reached his ankles. This angel was none other than the Archangel Lucifer.
The demon stared in astonishment at his reflection in the water mirror, stabilizing his illusion. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he walked towards the path between Hell and the mortal realm.
Lucifer was nearby. What was he up to?
Jehovah's curiosity was piqued. His initial boredom vanished, and he began to pay attention to events in the mortal realm. If the demon's actions were merely a ploy to frame Lucifer, then God could only call him incredibly foolish. The archangels weren't stupid; a simple question to Lucifer would expose the deception.
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