[Various] The Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 11^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:10:42 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Ten
"If there is anything urgent, you can naturally come to the temple to find me."
Jehovah casually dismissed Lucifer's audacity and agreed that the Seraphim could come to the temple to see him. After all, he lived in the Crystal Heaven, and only a few Seraphim in the entire Heaven could enter the eighth Crystal Heaven. These original angels were beings he had personally created with his strength and effort; they were different from other beings, so this privilege was something he could grant.
A hint of joy flashed in Lucifer's eyes. Before Jehovah announced his departure, he bowed deeply, performing a profound salute to God, and then retreated to his designated place.
Listening to God's conversation with Lucifer, Messiah felt a strange unease, especially after witnessing Lucifer's willing kneeling in worship. He knew the other was the fallen angel king he remembered, and couldn't help but wonder why the future demon king would care so much about God.
The current situation completely overturned his perception of Lucifer. Judging from Lucifer's deeds, there was no reason for the archangel to obey God. What was the reason for his rebellion? Would a third of the angels in Heaven really choose to betray their gods...?
What exactly is Hebrew mythology? How much of the ancient stories hidden in the Bible have been altered by humanity? His time travel proved the mythology's truth. Then, would the once-shining morning star ever fall from grace...?
Containing the complex emotions in his eyes, Messiah lowered his head, not daring to look at God, unaware that his thoughts were exposed to the Creator God's gaze. The Creation Celebration still proceeded with God's permission, ensuring that the efforts of all beings were not in vain.
The opening act featured a Seraphim herself. There was no unnecessary prelude; the moment she opened her mouth, her voice was enough to captivate the entire audience.
A beautiful, poetic melody flowed from her lips, her long, flowing golden hair swaying behind her. Gabriel smiled under the watchful eyes of all beings in Heaven, seemingly without a trace of nervousness. A pure white, floor-length gown clung to her graceful figure, and she held a string of bells, gently swaying them to the rhythm. The clear, beautiful singing, combined with the exquisite sound of the bells, was even more outstanding.
Asmodeus, his eyes fixed on her graceful, bouncy steps, secretly wiped away his drool. He realized that Gabriel was definitely showing off her figure. No wonder so many ordinary angels were fond of this companion; the only female among the Seraphim, she certainly gave the other angels a feast for the eyes.
After watching Gabriel's performance for a while, Beelzebub's gaze unconsciously fell on Lucifer. He then silently blushed and lowered his head, drawing puzzled glances from the seraphim beside him. Realizing the same thing, they subtly averted their eyes. Lucifer frowned slightly, observing the unusual expressions of his companions, unable to understand why they were looking at him so strangely.
Jehovah, of course, heard the thoughts of all the beings present. He hadn't expected that not only the seraphim, but also angels of other ranks, had connected Lucifer to Gabriel's performance. The god's gaze shifted from praising Gabriel to Lucifer, the angel's image distorted in his mind into a different gender, constructing a realistic illusion.
Noticing the increasingly uncomfortable expression on the blonde angel's face, God, already aware of the female form, calmly turned away and went back to watching the celebration.
"Hmm...Lucy's feminine form is indeed beautiful, worthy of being an angel she created."
"My God, Gabriel, on behalf of all the angels of Heaven, thanks you for the grace of creation."
After Gabriel finished chanting, she winked towards the Messiah's position, then gracefully knelt before the throne of the god, speaking softly.
"Gabriel, you sang off-key."
After a long pause, Jehovah uttered words that struck directly to the heart. The other angels, who had been immersed in the beautiful dance and song, fell silent, looking suspiciously at the seraphim whose face had instantly stiffened. Samael seemed to see a wisp of white smoke drifting out behind her.
"I am truly sorry, my God, I will practice more in the future..."
The words she wanted to say stuck in her throat. Gabriel knelt on the ground with a sorrowful look in her eyes, two wide tears streaming down her face. This time, the Seraphim was truly embarrassed. It was her fault for easily getting distracted when nervous, and when she did, she sang off-key.
"Who's next?"
A strange sense of crisis arose. The other Seraphim about to go on stage trembled, feeling as if God wanted to test their abilities.
"My God, it's the Holy Son, Messiah."
Gritting her teeth, Gabriel anticipated she wouldn't be the worst. She was confident her companions might also make mistakes at the last minute. Thinking this, she felt much better and openly betrayed the one about to appear.
Messiah cowered behind Metatron, but after being publicly called out, he could only force a laugh, unsure what to do. Forget about whether he had ever performed in public before; the problem was, the audience wasn't just one or two people, but a hundred million angels and two alien beings!
He walked forward with an air of confidence and nonchalance, but Jehovah clearly noticed his awkwardness. This superficial composure was something Lucifer had honed for him at the last minute; in reality, he was unwilling yet helpless. If Messiah wasn't an incarnation of God's soul, Jehovah had every reason to cast him out of Heaven based on this performance.
"I...I, Heavenly Father, accept my humble bow."
In his haste, Messiah blurted out this incoherent phrase, his face instantly turning bright red with shame—all thanks to watching too many TV dramas.
"..."
Jehovah silently watched this man, later created in the Crystal Heaven, thinking, "Couldn't you please stop embarrassing him? It's just a performance; why the panic?"
After a moment of awkward silence, urged on by the piercing gazes of Michael and Lucifer behind him, Messiah stiffly produced a handmade piccolo. So many eyes were fixed on him, making him incredibly nervous. To calm himself, he secretly pinched his palms hard until it hurt. Heaven knows how strong his body's defenses were now; the force he used could crush a diamond.
He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he brought the piccolo, a instrument that had never existed in this world, to his lips. His dry lips pursed, and after a long pause, he softly began to play. This instrument was a 'graduation' gift from Lucifer, whom he had designed and crafted. Michael had even inscribed a gentle phrase on it to constantly remind the Messiah:
'Those who dare to retreat will die.'
He muttered to himself, thinking, "So-called angels are all black on the outside, aren't they?"
To avoid losing face in front of hundreds of millions of angels again, this time he had to complete his mission, even if it meant gritting his teeth. Otherwise, offending his superior would mean an even more terrible death. The thought of Jesus, the supposed reincarnation of the Messiah, being crucified sent chills down Messiah's spine.
"Great God, for my sake, please don't let me become the future Jesus!"
A strange melody flowed from an unfamiliar instrument. Jehovah didn't need to search the Book of Genesis for memories; he knew the other had used music from a past life as a clever trick. After all, Jehovah knew himself; he wasn't particularly interested in music, merely enjoying listening. The probability of him choosing this performance style was truly slim, especially since the music's style was so different from this world.
"Messiah, if your breath control falters even a little, this piece could be renamed 'Howling Demons.'"
Without a trace of nostalgia for the music, and given Messiah's barely passable playing, Jehovah wasn't one to worry about saving face. He naturally offered gentle and kind criticism of the unsatisfactory performance.
So, after God simply uttered a single sentence, He sent the Messiah slinking away.
This happened several times. Only Metatron, by compiling the historical books after creation, managed to earn a slightly more satisfactory dismissal from God. Finally, when it was Lucifer's turn, even the usually composed golden-haired angel felt uneasy. While others like Belial barely managed to withstand God's harsh words, Lucifer suddenly felt fortunate that he wasn't going up to perform anything, but rather to undertake the task of offering a gift.
Ignoring the gazes of the Dragon King and the Elf King behind him, Lucifer brought out a glass of wine from where things had already been placed. On a square crystal tray sat a wine glass filled eight-tenths full. The elegant yet simple patterns on the glass created beautiful lines, showing the care the angel who made it had taken.
"Together with the Elf King Ansel and the Dragon King Simpson, we cultivated a World Tree, and from its finest fruits, we brewed this wine. We hope our God will be pleased."
The tray he was carrying was still a few meters from the throne, but Lucifer dared not approach. The images of his companions' humiliation still flashed before his eyes, so he could only kneel there, awaiting the god's opinion.
"Bring it here, Lucifer."
Jehovah glanced indifferently at the wine, finding it to be of decent quality, and thus satisfied with the gift, ordering it to be brought forward. He had unconsciously developed the habit of ordering others, but Jehovah felt no 'repentance.' He considered the power and status as his due, and naturally felt no strange sense of shame or remorse.
His fingers gracefully emerged from his sleeve, and Jehovah took the cup of wine from the tray. He casually examined the wine's beautiful silvery-white color, then parted his lips and drank it.
Lucifer, now before God, raised his head. The empty cup had been placed on a tray by the God.
In the hazy holy light, he seemed to see a pair of golden eyes, even purer in color. All the light in the world seemed to converge in his eyes, clear and without any impurity. Before Lucifer could take another look, the god's eyes blurred in the holy light like an illusion, and he could no longer see them clearly.
Chapter 11, Chapter Ten