Chapter 19
Yahweh left a phantom in the angel prison and slipped away.
Before he even stepped into the great cathedral, he heard Michael asking for God's guidance. "My Lord, after all, Yahweh is a newly born archangel and he voluntarily escaped from hell. He has realized his mistake and is willing to change. A few months of confinement in the angel prison should be enough to make up for his mistake."
For an archangel to be imprisoned, regardless of the number of days, was already a very serious blow to their honor in Michael's opinion.
The Book of Genesis sat on God's throne, trying not to laugh as it imitated God's usual voice.
"Michael, a few months—"
"Then a year!"
Hearing God's tone soften, Michael immediately changed his suggestion and extended the time.
By the cathedral entrance, Yahweh: "…"
The Book of Genesis's gaze casually swept over the entrance and was instantly startled by the cold stare of the silver-haired deity.
Michael didn't stay in the great cathedral for long before the Book of Genesis hastily sent him away. Once he left, the Book of Genesis went into a "playing dead" mode in front of God. After all, this embarrassing history had been created by God himself, and the book didn't have much to do with it directly.
With a wave of his sleeves, Yahweh threw the trouble-seeking book to the ground and sat on the throne himself.
The Book of Genesis slowly slid towards his feet, lying flat.
Yahweh still seemed a bit downcast and had not recovered his usual state. He vividly remembered the look in Lucifer's eyes when he saw God – resentment, anger, and an eternal unwillingness to bow, pride, and hostility. The gentle Lucifer was no longer before him. Instead, it was the cold Lucifer.
God could accept the resentment of all beings in the world, but he couldn't directly face Satan's resentment.
"That's why I didn't want to see him," Yahweh leaned on the throne, his silver hair randomly scattered on the armrests, the back of the chair, and the crystal floor. His every move demonstrated divine dignity. However, even without the presence of divinity, he still discussed Lucifer with a touch of melancholy.
The Book of Genesis, unable to fight its curiosity, flew to Yahweh's knees, opened its pages, and wrote: "How do you actually view the existence of Lucifer?"
Yahweh spoke at his own pace: "He is my favorite creation."
The Book of Genesis did not hold back in revealing the truth, "So much so that you could go to bed with him?"
Yahweh turned his head away, "That was an accident."
However, the consequences of this "accident" were not as simple as just an embarrassing history. In his own domain, as God was just beginning to relax, both the phantom in the angel prison and the primary body in the great cathedral gave off an uncomfortable aura simultaneously.
God held his throbbing abdomen while his forehead felt slightly warm and his cheeks flushed, as if he, like a mortal, had fallen ill.
If not for the masking Saint's Light, no one would have believed that God would show signs of illness!
God murmured, "What's going on?"
The Book of Genesis observed God for a while. Perhaps its knowledge was not equal to God's, but in certain areas, it surpassed God who was as blank as a sheet of paper. The book wrote in a lewd manner, "You are a pure embodiment of light, incapable of absorbing any darkness. I suspect that Lucifer left something in your body that he shouldn't have."
At the end, it even drew a little liquid.
God: "…"
Once again, the Great Cathedral witnessed another episode of the Creator tearing apart divine artifacts with his hands.
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The Angel Prison was once managed by the Archangel Samael and was well-known in heaven for its severe and strict style. Since Samael went to hell, the position of prison head has transferred to his old friend, Gabriel. As the only female angel of Archangel rank, Gabriel was a mix of strength and gentleness. Her actions and tactics were not inferior to Samael's.
Tens of thousands of years having passed, she has managed, alongside Michael and Metatron, to maintain the stability of heaven.
Yahweh's phantom looked languid, leaning weakly against the wall. The patrolling angel, upon discovering him, rushed off to report to the head of the prison.
"Lord Gabriel, Lord Yahweh isn't feeling well!"
"What happened?"
Gabriel, taken aback, lifted her skirt and ran towards the high-tier prison upstairs.
Upon reaching the door, she scrutinized the penal devices in the room. Finding none activated, she exhaled in relief and stepped inside to investigate Yahweh's condition. The silver-haired angel before her was seated by the bed, leaning against the wall. His pallid cheeks flushed with an unhealthy red hue, making him look even more vibrant than he appeared the previous day. Gabriel, who had admired countless beauties, felt a little dazzled.
Yahweh's beauty, much like Lucifer's of before, stirred in her a profound sense of adoration.
"Yahweh, are you okay?" Gabriel approached him with concern.
God's eyelid twitched. He quickly tossed aside the fawning Book of Creation and his main body descended to replace the phantom. Given Gabriel's strength, he couldn't guarantee that his phantom wouldn't be discovered.
The silver-haired "angel," now reprising the role of Yahweh, pressed his dry lips together, rejecting Gabriel's touch. "I'm just feeling a bit dizzy. It's nothing serious," he assured her.
Gabriel didn't insist on examining him. Feeling sympathetic about her companion's plight, she spoke softly for a few seconds. "It might be the aftereffects of the medication. Just get some rest, and I'll increase the concentration of light in the prison so you can absorb some strength to recover."
Yahweh looked bewildered.
What did this have to do with any medication?
"Don't overthink it. Losing it might be a good thing," Gabriel gently tucked him in, her eyebrows furrowed with concern, as well as restrained anger. That despicable Lucifer! There were so many beautiful people in Hell, yet he chose to ruin their angels in Heaven! She simply refused to believe that Lucifer was unaware of how easily angels could get pregnant after their first time!
Hearing Gabriel's inner thoughts, Yahweh was stunned.
What? Did Gabriel think he was pregnant? No, that wasn't the case at all!
Divine beings aren't that easily impregnated!
Facing Gabriel, who had already come to her own conclusion, Yahweh opened his mouth, unable to express his distress. In the end, he simply lowered his head, pretending not to understand.
Outside the prison cell, the angel who had accompanied the warden had a flicker of curiosity in their eyes.
Medication?
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After immense efforts by the spies to gather intelligence, every big and small incident happening in Heaven was documented into a book, which was then used as amusement for Satan during his afternoon tea the next day. Before the fallen angels reported Yahweh's condition, Lucifer seemed absolutely uninterested, taking the time to enjoy serenity. Life in Heaven was as tranquil as still water, so any little event would set the whole realm into a stir. Lucifier found there was little worth investigating.
Suddenly, a name that put a pang in his heart resounded in the air.
"Archangel Yahweh... After Yahweh's confinement in prison, his health... it seemed... it seemed..."
The beautiful voice of the fallen angel attendant suddenly faltered, unable to continue.
His face turned as pale as sheet.
On the paper, the golden ink clearly wrote: Archangel Yahweh seemed to have miscarried, had a mental breakdown, and then refused to meet other angels the following day.
"What does it seem like?"
A lively and clear voice echoed in the ears of the fallen angel attendant.
Upon arriving at the garden, Leviathan saw His Majesty enjoying a fragrant afternoon tea. She happily ran over, only to hear the fallen angel stammering in front of the king. Leviathan took the thin paper from the attendant's hand, and the angelic script on it wasn't foreign to the Chaos Dragon, who had once been from Heaven. She cheerfully read aloud, "Health deteriorated, suspected miscarriage, and mental distress—uh."
Leviathan's eyes widened as she quickly glanced at the previous report summary. The angel who had miscarried was called Yahweh, wasn't it?
Wait a second, does that mean His Majesty's child is lost?!
Suddenly, the paper vanished from her hand and fell on Lucifer's side.
Lucifer lowered his eyes to read the content on the paper. After finishing, his fingers tightened around the fragile sheet, black flames ignited, and the paper was burned to ashes.
Leviathan held her breath.
The fallen angel attendant was also covered in cold sweat, staring at his toes, too afraid to see Satan's reaction.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, they heard the sound of a chair being moved, and Lucifer walked towards the main hall. His voice, heavy and full of murderous intent, said, "How much more does Heaven want to take from me before it's satisfied?"
He lost his angelic status, all because he refused to kneel before the Messiah.
He lost a bright future, all because he defied God.
As the losses piled up, he was about to lose even Yahweh, who he held so dearly. Yahweh and his unborn child didn't even have a chance to live. If only God would show mercy to Yahweh even once, or perhaps if Michael and the others stayed silent, Yahweh wouldn't have suffered such treatment!
But in God's eyes, he was nothing --
He wasn't even an archangel anymore.
Black ashes flowed from Lucifer's fingers, like the broken, shattered wings of a butterfly.
Back in his palace, Lucifer leisurely tore up the Holy War Agreement.
One strip at a time, neatly tearing it apart.
Meanwhile, far in Heaven, another copy of the Holy War Agreement placed in the Archangels' Palace was also quietly destroyed.
Lucifer smiled, overlooking Hell. The seven deadly sins received his summons and were on their way. The Holy War Agreement held no real significance. The strength of Hell couldn't be overtaken by Heaven in a short time. As long as God stayed out of it, he could lead the demon army and the fallen angels to crush the nine heavens!
Then, he would extract the hearts of the angels, making a sun that would illuminate Hell.
Then, he would bury the angels' bones in Hell, letting them corrode, be consumed, and become the roots of darkness.
If Yahweh refuses to return to Hell with him, he would just snatch him from Heaven! There's one spot left among the Seven Sins — Yahweh will fit perfectly!
In the Grand Cathedral, the Book of Genesis murmured upon seeing the Holy War Agreement being torn to shreds, "God, it seems like we've angered Lucifer this time." But the throne was empty; it could only report from a distance across the Crystal Heaven, to Yahweh, who was currently in "time-out" in a small black room.
Yahweh was casually modifying the prison's barrier.
Enhancing the confinement, punishment, and defensive forces everywhere - a bit of amendment here, a touch-up there. After all, Gabriel, the Warden, was juggling multiple roles and was short on energy. Every year, a few angels foolishly dreamed of escaping the prison.
Upon hearing the report from the Book of Genesis, Yahweh felt a pang of guilt. He covertly glanced towards Hell and was taken aback to see Lucifer seated on his throne. As he declared the Holy War, he also announced, with a smile, that the Right of the First Night would continue as usual.
"Luci.."
Yahweh's expression turned extremely sour.
They had agreed to stop playing with the Right of the First Night! Was Lucifer thinking of establishing a harem again the moment he left?
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Note: Apparently Gabriel is female in this novel??? I missed all the signs lol. I've corrected all the chapters that referred to her as male. Sorry for the confusion.
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