[Various] The Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 22^ Latest Update: 2022-01-23 04:33:54 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Twenty-One
When Jehovah discovered the demon heading towards Lucifer and the others, his interest intensified. He had no intention of cheating to uncover the truth; he treated it like watching a live broadcast. The suspense would be more interesting at the end. He believed the demon's use of such a trump card was not in vain, although… God also knew the demon had ill intentions.
But so what? He was the creator of the world. Being able to protect Heaven alone was already a favor. If he had to interfere in everything else, what was the point of having these angels?
The silver-haired deity gracefully descended from his throne, his long hair, tinged with moonlight, gliding across the crystal floor. He sat down at the edge of the sacred pool's stone bricks, the hem of his white robe cascading into the water, exuding an indescribable leisure and languor. He lightly tapped the surface of the pool, and gentle ripples spread from his fingertips. The water, which had previously reflected the Grand Cathedral, began to ripple, sketching a scene of the boundary between the mortal realm and hell from the illusion.
The high demon, disguised as Lucifer, stopped not far from where the seraphim was. Without hesitation, he opened a demonic artifact, perfectly concealing his presence and hiding his form, only making further moves after Joyce informed Gabriel.
Having received the message to return and open the Eighth Heaven, and having already bid farewell to Samael and the others, Gabriel was on his way to the Archangel's headquarters. For a fleeting moment, the beautiful female seraphim seemed to sense something, turning her head sharply to scan her surroundings. Finding nothing amiss, she continued flying.
When the demon appeared before the archangel, Jehovah, watching from the Crystal Heaven, seemed lost in thought. He observed Joyce's excitement and surprise, and the mockery hidden in the demon's eyes. He silently looked up at the palace ceiling; the magnificent painting above the Great Cathedral still depicted the creation process in exquisite detail, also recording the passage of time.
"Joyce…a joyful child."
Hearing the demon's deception and the archangel's tense, fearful voice, God suddenly remembered the name he had given this angel.
He remembered all the names of the angels in Heaven, each name carrying a beautiful meaning and containing God's expectations for them. He remembered…Joyce back then was a simple angel. The silver-haired deity extended his right hand, and from beneath his sleeve, his hand wrote several special things in the air—divine script he had bestowed upon Joyce.
After a while, the strange conversation ceased. Jehovah's gaze casually swept over the pool, and his fingers froze. For the first time, a slight look of astonishment flickered in the god's golden eyes. The latest situation displayed was so absurd; how could his archangel be so foolish?
After explaining his purpose, Joyce received no reply. He cautiously raised his head and saw the archangel leaning uncomfortably against the tree trunk under the shade. Simply by feigning a slightly drunken Lucifer, the demon had the angel approach him willingly; even the demon had to acknowledge Lucifer's charm.
While Joyce was filled with worry for His Highness Lucifer, he didn't notice the environment behind him distorting. Bizarre colors seemed to separate the inside from the outside world. Approaching, Joyce found himself with a drunken, blond man leaning on his shoulder, making the angel's heart pound wildly.
What happened next was easy to guess: the seven deadly sins… lust.
A flicker of disgust crossed the god's golden eyes. Witnessing this scene, Jehovah discovered that even pure angels could succumb to original sin, and the disappointment in his heart was indescribable. He thought that in such a heavenly environment, angels would reject such filth, so why would an angel still dare to risk angering him?
God picked up a coin-sized stone from the air, expressionless, and threw it at the angel in the water mirror. Beneath the splashing water was an open spatial passage.
The tree seemed to sense the creator god's displeasure. The World Tree's leaves trembled, its refreshing life force striving to purify the air, hoping to appease the god. Jehovah, sitting on the edge of the pool, turned his head, his cold eyes fixed on the approaching branches. The World Tree instantly recoiled in fear.
He didn't need any 'human's' comfort or flattery; no one had the right to interfere in his affairs.
His robes were unknowingly pulled down to his waist. Feeling the ambiguous sensation of a large hand roaming over his back, Joyce, nestled in the blond man's arms, felt weak all over. Even though he was incredibly shy, he still stared adoringly at Lucifer's face. He knew he should refuse, but he kept finding excuses for himself.
The noble being he could only look up to in ordinary times, even the mere touch of skin was an immense happiness and thrill.
A sharp pain shot through his ankle, and Joyce stumbled, almost falling. Half of the excitement that had filled his heart vanished, and he couldn't help but look at the other with teary eyes, feeling wronged. His sudden reaction startled the demon holding him, who examined his ankle closely. He had tripped over a stone.
But how could a stone stop Joyce's infatuation with Lucifer? Even with the pain in his ankle, he clung tightly to the other's neck, enduring a pleasure even an angel had never felt.
If he had initially considered intervening, now he completely rejected God's good intentions.
Just as Jehovah was about to give up, a powerful surge of emotion erupted, allowing even God, who hadn't intended to listen, to clearly hear the voice of his heart.
'These are the angels God cherishes. Even the lowest demon in Hell wouldn't make such a mistake. So-called purity stems only from this birth. Why doesn't God look at us in Hell? How unfair this is to demons born with darkness!'
Such resentment and sarcasm seemed to contain the demon's resentment and malice accumulated over centuries.
The silver-haired deity closed his eyes, his snow-white sleeves brushing the water's surface, disturbing the scene of the lower realm reflected in the water. Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs… In the end, had he still been biased?
He sat silently, staring blankly at the sacred pool, his long, silver hair falling into the water, rising and falling in the pale golden water, mirroring the ebb and flow of his emotions.
"Once is enough. Perhaps it's time to prepare punishment for the angel."
It's an indescribable irony. This angel, who always radiates faith, only now…forgot the existence of God. His eyes were fixed on the demon bearing Lucifer's likeness. So even faith can be abandoned so easily? What use is such an angel to him?
Located in the northern part of the Fifth Martian Heaven, in the angel's prison.
Silver eyelashes trembled slightly. A vision of the future was reflected in his pure golden eyes: towering, greyish-white buildings, flowers symbolizing punishment blooming on light brown soil. Jehovah coldly observed the reappearance of the prophecy, feeling no resentment towards the predetermined future.
Whether out of boredom or helplessness, from the moment he possessed the Book of Creation—no…from the moment he learned of the Bible in his previous life—it was destined that he would see the ending before even experiencing it.
If the Seraphim represent divine love, and the Cherubim represent divine wisdom, then the Thrones represent divine authority.
Samael, the Throne Archangel, is universally acknowledged as "the sternness of God."
The Celebration of Light, which influenced several realms, ended in three days, and the Seraphim, not daring to delay, returned to Heaven early.
The mortal realm became somewhat deserted after the angels left, but subtle changes occurred in both the mortal and hell realms. The elves and dragons, initially close, grew distant, while their royal families maintained good relations with the higher-ranking angels, consistently ignoring the lower-ranking ones. Having been exposed to the light for three full days, the demons of Hell, after experiencing the suppression brought by the light's fluctuations, harbored even deeper resentment towards the angels.
The reason was simple: regardless of the past or future… God would never do this for demons!
To expect a supreme god of light to develop favor with darkness is undoubtedly a pipe dream. Even if a demon poured holy water on himself in despair, it wouldn't work; he was tainted by evil darkness from head to toe. Only angels could perform purification; for them to do it themselves was like humans throwing sulfuric acid on themselves.
This is very abnormal…
"Joyce, you've used the wrong seal."
Back to his usual routine, Raphael, seeing his friend lost in thought again, promptly stopped him from stamping the seal, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
He had been pondering his friend's problem for the past few days. Joyce had been out of sorts ever since completing the archangel's task for him, making several mistakes in his work, and despite Raphael's repeated reminders, there was no improvement. If this continued… he felt obligated to ask what had happened that day. Knowing his friend would turn out this way, he should have reported it to Prince Gabriel himself.
"If you're not in the mood to work, go take a break. What were you doing yesterday? Why were you late this morning?"
The usually refined and elegant Raphael bluntly stopped Joyce's actions, glaring at his friend's mistake on the paper. He sighed and pulled Joyce to a seat, taking over his work himself.
"Uh… I just went out for a bit."
Joyce's eyes darted around for a second. Faced with his friend's concern, he lowered his head guiltily, fiddling with his fingers, making Raphael even more suspicious. Joyce's face flushed when he saw a rose-colored hickey on his fingertip. These past few days, he had been sneaking out at night to see Lucifer, even though the Archangel's status was vastly different from the Seraphim's; he still had the right to travel to the mortal realm.
Raphael sighed. Sure enough… after finishing today's business, he would go to see His Highness the Archangel. He needed to understand the whole story to "cure" Joyce's carelessness.
Gabriel, besides having an Archangel's palace in the Second Heaven of Mercury, also frequently resided in the First Heaven of the Moon, as she held administrative authority over both heavens. This meant her adjutant had to constantly travel between the two heavens, seeing mostly low-ranking ordinary angels or archangels; even encountering a Principality was extremely rare.
Jeremy had been infuriated countless times by the archangels' lack of manners. Despite being a noble high-ranking Cherubim, he was often treated with casual courtesy by ninth- and eighth-rank angels. Now, just because His Highness Gabriel had said "no need for formalities," even the basic courtesy of a bow had been disregarded.
"Good day, Archangel."
Raphael performed the full set of courtesies meticulously before the Archangel's deputy, not daring to show even the slightest excessive smile. He knew Lord Jeremy valued etiquette, and although he felt this would create distance, he still knelt on one knee with the utmost respect, greeting the Archangel with a gentle yet humble demeanor.
"Raphael requests an audience with His Highness Gabriel."
"Enter, Raphael. His Highness granted your request before you entered."
Confused as to why his superior treated Raphael differently, Jeremy indifferently curled his lips into a nonchalant smile.
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