The Sun God made a heavy sigh on His throne. The grand figure with the golden hair was almost ashamed of His current display of powers. His powers were now greatly limited to the most basic of spells.
I only have the ability to form a single angel… This is why one mustn't reveal Themselves to mortals too often.
Solatin's decision to show Himself in front of Anastasia was, in fact, not from Him. His decision was heavily influenced by someone else who also had a grand impact on the Monarch. He did not know if the man still existed somewhere in the grand scheme of things. Maybe he was lost in the realm of time, or maybe he had been reincarnated by another divinity.
Enough time thinking about such mundanities, let's get to this angel business!
Solatin's usual grin showed up again.
The process of creating an angel was both easy and hard at the same time. It mostly consisted of two phases: finding and building.
Finding was the act of searching for a soul able to be used as an angel. This usually meant searching among all the souls across the twelve dimensions.
Each dimension was the very force that fueled the powers of this realm. The nine dimensions of power were Fate, Space, Time, Light, Shadow, Life, Death, Chaos, and Order. The three remaining dimensions were the mortal's, the divine's, and the unknown.
The divine dimension was made of all different authorities across all dimensions, a sort of compressed version of all the different dimensions into a single one.
The mortal realm possessed all authorities, but they were not piled one over the other. They all had a limited reach, usually only encompassing one or two different worlds.
The dimension of the unknown was the most special of the three, as even the Sun God Himself had no knowledge of it. It existed, but none who entered it were able to come back, and not a lot of people managed to enter it.
Some said it was a dimension without authorities; some said it was a dimension even superior to the divine realm. Solatin couldn't form an idea for Himself.
The Sun God, unfortunately, had access to only seven of those said dimensions. If He had to enter one of the five others, He would have to rely on specific artifacts or ask for a favor from someone else.
Fortunately, in the case of the Divine Game, the operation of finding had been entirely automatized. Solatin only had to wish for an angel, and a soul would appear in front of Him , one that would definitely work. Of course, the Sun God could also explore the available dimensions and come back with a better soul, but this meant having a limited number of angels or having multiple angels with the same authorities and powers.
Solatin, not wanting to receive an angel overlapping with His own powers, chose to wish for one, giving Him the chance to obtain an angel from one of the foreign dimensions: Space, Time, Fate, and Shadow.
Receiving a soul from Fate would have both its advantages and its inconveniences. They would be able to grow the prophet, but it would cause an overlapping problem in the future of the Game.
The best options were then: Space, Time, and Shadow.
Shadow was a direct counterpart to His authority over the domain of Light, while Space and Time were entirely unrelated to His powers, as the group composed of Space, Time, and Fate were completely different from the others.
Well… let's just see who my first angel will be.
Solatin vocally wished for His first angel, which soon appeared in His palm.
The soul's color was like that of the starry sky. It was unlike the dark of dusk, nor was it clear like a sunny evening. The feeling of the soul was foreign to His heart.
Space… an angel of space, huh…
Solatin chuckled inside His heart before calming Himself and closing His eyes, feeling the depths of the soul in His palm.
The feelings and memories of the angel's soul emerged in the soul of the Sun God.
They were memories of multiple different lives, all different from each other , lives that were not tragic, but neither were they happy.
Smoke rose from the Monarch of Gold's face.
He did not know what the feeling he was resenting was called, but He found a name for it inside His heart.
Solatin rose from His throne and conjured something with His hands.
Like a sculptor or an artist, slowly and passionately creating their work, the Sun God silently formed a material body for the soul He received.
The body He created was neither that of a male nor a female. It had the physical traits of both genders , a flat chest and a soft face at the same time. He gave the figure long hair, about the same length as His own, the difference being their pure darkness instead of His bright golden color.
This figure could be universally recognized as beautiful and majestic, not leaving any room for doubt.
At last, He gave the figure a single touch that would make anybody recognize Them as His , like the signature of a painter on his works.
He blew life into the inert body as the soul flew into the androgynous corpse. It entered the body, recognized it as His, and took over.
The angelic figure's pure white wings grew out of Their body as They finally opened Their eyes.
The being's eyes were of a pure golden color , the same as the God and the prophet. A mark of the Monarch's ownership over the angel.
Solatin grinned as He sat back on His throne, this time not relaxing on His armrest but choosing to remain in a position that screamed power and authority.
He shifted His arms in a way that made Him look open and benevolent. He finally began to speak to His angel.
"Thou name shall now be…"
Solatin closed His eyes and hesitated for a moment.
Suddenly, the memories of the soul inside the body , now the Sun God's memories , emerged and showed themselves.
Wanting to go somewhere further, out of reach.
Reaching for something, out of reach.
Longing for a place, out of reach.
The feeling of something that was too far to have, to pick, to cherish, to reach.
Solatin looked at the angel for a brief second before pursuing, affirming His decision.
"Longel, Angel of the Remote."
"…"
Anastasia almost fell on the spot as the figure finally materialized.
"Do not be so frightened, dear prophet." The angelic figure opened Their eyes, revealing a color as golden as the Sun God's or Hers.
Anastasia began to stutter in the face of the being.
"Are you…"
The mysterious being cut her off, answering her question to the best of Their abilities.
"You would be right. I am an angel of the Sun God." They took a short break before continuing. "I am Longel, Angel of the Remote."
An angel! A true, real, materialized angel!
Just what is happening to my life?!
Longel closed Their eyes once again.
"I am glad to meet you, Anastasia Fomenko."