Chapter 24
"Revere?"
As Lucifer passed by Samael, a hint of sarcasm showed in his cold eyes. "Aren't humans like Adam supposed to naturally revere angels?" The main reason he didn't like humans was because of Messiah. Messiah, as the ancestor of humans, was none of Lucifer's concern. However, everything changed from the moment God asked him to kneel before the Messiah.
His attitude changed completely.
Lucifer could not tolerate anything, except God, to be above him.
For countless years, he had been the strongest Archangel in the three realms, the ruler of Heaven. Even when facing God, he had the right to stand, not to kneel. God had promised him a life without bowing to anything, to be the eternal Morning Star, but that was just the most beautiful lie.
During the Creation celebration, God publicly demanded him to kneel before the Messiah, claiming that his pride was arrogant and his self-confidence was conceit.
God easily twisted truth and justice.
And he denied him.
Lucifer clenched his fingers and then suddenly released them. He swore that he would make God regret, not caring about God's attitude anymore.
He couldn't suffer.
He would smile until the end.
Lucifer put his thoughts aside and took Samael's question to heart. The higher Yahweh's status, the more difficult it would be for Heaven to let their guard down, affecting the chances of meeting frequently in the future. It depends on whether Yahweh's prestige in Heaven is enough.
That night, the sleepless Yahweh crawled out from under his blanket, his silver hair cascading down. He saw Lucifer who had quietly come in.
"Lucifer."
Yahweh rarely initiated a gesture and extended his hand out.
Lucifer grasped the "invitation" of this beautiful being. The other's fingers were warm, soft and slender, causing him to not want to let go.
He briskly slipped under the corner of the blanket and crawled into the angel's bed, solving the longing he couldn't express freely during the day all at once. Yahweh thought he would have a sweet sleep, as in Lucifer's arms, he always slept well, but the result... what he summoned was more of a trouble.
In the deep of night; a chamber for private moments, and an unguarded temptation.
Lucifer agreed — tonight's view was splendid.
Under the protruding blanket atop the bed, rustling noises echoed, swiftly followed by the ambiguous sound of kissing after several reprimands from Yahweh.
Lucifer expertly pried open Yahweh's tight lips, the bed was very warm, and with it, was Yahweh's intoxicating scent. After causing Yahweh to breathe haphazardly, Lucifer paused his assault. Resting his cheek on Yahweh's face, he chuckled and asked, "Miss me?"
Yahweh, lacking in the trait of deceptive speech, was silent for a moment before admitting, "Yes."
Absorbing the warmth from Yahweh, Lucifer held him tightly.
"Can't sleep?"
"...Yes."
"Want to do something interesting?"
Lucifer's voice was gentle and sincere. If one didn't look into his teasing eyes, they might truly think he was offering helpful suggestions for Yahweh.
[The voice of an angel, the essence of a devil.]
Such a thought came to Yahweh's mind before he extinguished it. Lucifer was not some demon.
"What interesting thing?" Yahweh boldly asked.
"Cherishing you," answered Lucifer, without a hint of shame or shortness of breath. His charm skyrocketed. Yahweh regarded him with a "I have misjudged you" look and turned his body over, refusing to pay him any attention.
Quickly, Lucifer changed his tone and appeasingly coaxed, "Yahweh, I miss you too. Accompany me for a chat, will you?"
Still, Yahweh didn't budge.
Lucifer lowered his head and bit Yahweh's earlobe, causing the body in his arms to shudder.
"Will we chat?"
"Fine..."
Resignation permeated Yahweh's voice.
He never expected that, in private, Lucifer would be such a rascal!
However, many things had taken Yahweh by surprise. Contrary to his expectations, Lucifer did not do anything inappropriate, but merely held Yahweh peacefully and started talking.
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Their serene moment together didn't last long, when a knock on the door echoed through the chamber. Outside was the Messiah!
Noticing Yahweh's body stiffen, Lucifer was suddenly pushed away. This immature reaction of being caught almost made him burst into laughter. Lucifer did not slow Yahweh down and pointed to his own mouth, signaling for Yahweh to directly command the Messiah to enter.
With a melancholy glare at Lucifer, Yahweh shook his head. In the next second, Lucifer vanished from the bed, hiding even the shoes on the floor.
In essence, Lucifer was turning himself invisible.
Given the power difference between him and Messiah, there was no chance of being found out.
Yahweh scanned his surroundings from the bed, but given the seal on his power, he could not find Lucifer. Lucifer breathed a puff of warm air into his ear, proving he was still present. Yahweh quickly covered his ear, but his face regained a level composure, and coldly asked, "What is it?"
Outside the chamber, Messiah paused upon hearing the voice, looking at the note given to him by Michael — affirming Yahweh's presence in bed each night and checking for anything suspicious. Were it not for the archangel's intial intervention, begging him to look after Lord Yahweh, as he had been negligent on the first day, Messiah would be the last to disturb His deity in the middle of the night.
Though anyone could run into problems, God was by no means among them.
Unless—
Unless it was God's will.
Recalling the horrifying incident of daytime, Messiah took a deep breath to steady himself, "Yahweh, allow me to come in, please."
As Messiah was speaking, Lucifer's hand had just risen to Yahweh's thigh.
Yahweh tensed up.
Fortunately, Messiah avoided the term "My Lord," knowing that the owner of the palace would be able to hear him.
Yahweh couldn't comprehend Messiah's insistence on entering. Hadn't Messiah seen Yahweh's face after baptism, recognizing him as God? Unable to continue his refusal without raising suspicion, Yahweh grudgingly allowed, "Holy Son, come in."
By changing the form of address, he was hinting at Messiah to be careful with his words.
A flicker of seriousness crossed Messiah's face.
He pushed open the chamber door and upon entering, made an inconspicuous scan of the space, perfectly matching a royal-suite setup. Gazing at where Yahweh lay, Messiah's expressionless face turned numb. After harboring doubts, he couldn't help but regard everything suspiciously. He noticed Yahweh's lips were unusually flushed, the imposing chill gone from his golden eyes, and his bed… somewhat unsettled.
Messiah chose to turn a blind eye to all these anomalies.
"Good night."
He delivered the standard heavenly farewell, never once mentioning the fact that Yahweh is God.
The matured Messiah closed the door behind him and left.
Yahweh breathed a sigh of relief, grasping the hand still lingering on his thigh, his voice somewhat insistent, "Lucifer, you ought to go."
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, humorous undertone in his voice, "You're driving me away?"
Yahweh nodded unconsciously.
And he understood the difference between him being God and not being God.
Lucifer overpowered him.
It was a night of "sweet dreams."
The next morning, Lucifer awoke satisfyingly, first laying eyes on Yahweh, subjected to his earlier actions. Though they hadn't gone all the way the night before, Lucifer had executed every intimate gesture one could contend, treating Yahweh as he previously promised - showering him with intense affection.
Yahweh lay in his arms, completely naked beneath the covers, their bodies pressed close together, offering a delightfully warm contact.
Lucifer didn't want to let go.
In a whisper only he could hear, he murmured, “I'd love to keep you in Hell.”
Lucifer's fingers wove through Yahweh's untamed silver hair, delicately smoothing and entangling. By the time Yahweh's hand reached out beside him, encountering only air, Lucifer had already left the chamber. Yahweh lay there neatly dressed, his silver hair neatly draped over his chest. He was languid, as if waking from a dream.
Yahweh stared at the exquisitely carved ceiling for a long time.
He wanted to be angry but couldn't summon the strength.
And so—
Yahweh gave up.
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The angels didn't linger in the fifth circle of Hell for long. Samael quickly settled the subsequent issues with the now-reasonable Messiah. The Holy War treaty was renegotiated. The condition from Hell's side was that Yahweh must participate in every journey to Hell, the timing at their discretion. For the heavenly camp, Messiah boldly agreed to this seemingly unacceptable arrangement without hesitation.
Even if he faces criticism from angels once they return, Messiah had no regrets.
Everything was for the sake of God!
The True God and pseudo-archangel, Yahweh: “….”
Hold on. His implicit gaze wasn't meant to allow Messiah to agree to this arrangement!
Having misused his gaze, Yahweh had no choice but to regret. He helplessly watched as Samael collected the "contract" bearing his future.
Samael respectfully presented the "contract" to Lucifer. Lucifer cast a meaningful glance at Yahweh, leaving together with Samael. The remaining fallen angels, following orders, eyed the angelic visitors, ready to "escort" them out of Hell.
Innocently oblivious, Messiah said as if he had completed a daunting task, "Let's go."
Yahweh, expressionless, followed them.
Heaven.
Upon reviewing the signed treaty, Michael's face changed multiple times. He glared at Messiah, "I can't control you. You handle our God yourself!"
He asked him to negotiate, but instead, he had sold Yahweh!
Michael was devastated.
Undaunted, Messiah responded, "Alright, I will see our God."
He glanced at the silver-haired angel beside him, whose expression was calm and untouched, as if he was just an observer. Once Messiah had left, Yahweh also excused himself from Michael, declining the imploring advice from these archangels. After leaving the environment filled with archangels, Yahweh had only taken a few steps when he saw Messiah waiting for him. Without the inclination to talk, he approached the portal of the eighth Heaven, with Messiah trailing three steps behind him.
The blinding light of the portal lit up.
When Messiah's vision cleared, he found himself no longer standing on a transport circle, but inside the divine crystal Great Cathedral, the place where Deity resides.
His soul trembled.
Upon seeing the perpetual halo above the throne, Messiah stepped forward and kneeled, devoutly saying, "My god."
Basked under the divine light, God gazed at him with indifference.
The wheel of time spun in God's eyes, witnessing the past, present, future, and all events of the world seem to flash across God's eyes. Under such a gaze, Messiah lowered his head, his forehead touching the lustrous crystal floor with the soft murmur of flowing water underneath.
It was the great holy pool.
The endless faith coalesced into the water in the holy pool, flowing beneath the feet of God, serving as the foundation stone of the temple, and even formed the spatial barrier between the Crystal Heaven and the Star Heaven.
God's voice was gentle yet faint.
"Messiah, do not reveal Yahweh's true identity."
"Yes!"
Messiah answered firmly, thinking to himself, "I will indeed uphold the dignity of our God! I will never let the angels know that our God was with Satan and almost miscarried!"
Hearing his thoughts, God gripped the armrest tighter.
No need to remind me; I am all too aware that I've long lost this thing called dignity.
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