Chapter 51 Lucifer
The crow flapped its wings and flew to the trembling quasi-angels.
They poked and prodded around carelessly, sometimes touching their heads, sometimes poking their gold rings, and occasionally kicking their bottoms with their little paws.
Upon seeing this, the quasi-angels were terrified and scattered in all directions...
The crow found it extremely amusing.
So they immediately gave chase.
Like an eagle chasing chicks, it chases after those quasi-angels who have just donned golden rings in the clouds.
Although quasi-angels have an angelic halo, they are still just newborn souls.
They hadn't even achieved the angelic body yet, so they had absolutely no ability to resist.
Let alone evade the pursuit of the Lord of Crows.
The little souls were caught by the crows and carried off one by one.
It flew around happily, darting about in the heavenly sky like a bullet.
Some of them, however, accidentally fell from the crow's beak and crashed heavily onto the clouds, crying out in pain, tears streaming down their faces...
Above the clouds, a quasi-angel, tears welling in his eyes, watched the large black birds flying erratically in the sky, his heart filled with resentment... And the first generation of angels would never forget this heavy and sorrowful day...
The lord of the flock of crows was arrogant and conceited, and this quasi-angel secretly vowed to avenge him.
Yahweh watched all this with fatherly love... thinking it was just children playing around.
immediately.
As soon as he reached out, the quasi-angels, as if drawn by a magnet, floated into his hand once again.
Immediately afterwards.
Endless golden light flowed from his hands, and that golden light, originating from nothingness, slowly merged into the souls of those quasi-angels...
And when that soul essence was fully injected into the souls of the quasi-angels.
Their images become more complete and richer.
The golden ring on its head emitted a dazzling light due to the excessive storage of soul matter.
The light shone on their pristine white bodies, making them appear as sacred and beautiful as platinum...
And after that.
Yahweh then looked at the angels he had created from the clouds of heaven and the wellspring of wisdom.
He gently placed the souls of these children into those perfect bodies—
Instantly.
The body, which contained the wellspring of wisdom, and the souls that were suited to it underwent some wondrous changes.
Golden patterns spread from their bodies, reaching every corner of their forms.
Their souls were soaked in the spring of wisdom, and some words that shone with a strange light appeared from their souls.
They all acquired some extraordinary and unique abilities...
Those angels with purer souls and greater empowerment from the fountain of wisdom actually grew several pairs of wings from their single pair.
This means their souls are closer to perfection, closer to the laws and the origin of the world.
And the angelic bodies also underwent many changes to adapt to their souls. Depending on the characteristics of their different souls, some had golden hair, some became more robust, and some became more slender...
And then the golden light gradually faded.
In that true sense, God's creation, the first angels of the Kingdom of Heaven, opened their eyes...
The first thing they saw when they opened their eyes—
That is the divine phantom that is both Father and Lord.
They involuntarily prostrated themselves on the ground and slowly uttered a single word:
"host."
Look at these beautiful creations.
Yahweh was very pleased.
In heaven, no one listens; it is as if Yahweh is speaking to himself. He speaks slowly:
"The celestial hierarchy is divided into three orders of angels..."
"Higher-ranking angels, also known as the 'Holy Spirit,' are immortal and walk with God; perhaps in the future they will even wield some authority in the mortal realm..."
"Mid-level angels, also known as 'Holy Forms,' possess heavenly bodies, angelic wings, and some divine power bestowed by the Fountain of Wisdom... and can consume soul essence to use some considerable power."
"Lower-rank angels, also known as 'holy rings,' may be those righteous people or followers of the Messiah who receive angelic halo after death. However, to ascend to the ranks of middle-rank angels, they must descend to the mortal realm and accumulate faith to obtain soul matter..."
"Perhaps in the future, the division can be further refined based on different powers and responsibilities..."
"But it's enough for now."
The first batch of angels before us are probably "mid-level angels".
However, it differed somewhat from what Yahweh had envisioned.
Because they are so young, even younger than the average human, they are elevated from newborn souls to the ranks of "intermediate angels".
Therefore, judging from their current fighting strength... most of them would have a tough time even fighting Yara...
Maybe if we give them some time, everything will be alright.
Yawes was very satisfied with his work.
Yahweh looked on with delight at the little angels who were curious about his new body.
I felt a strange, long-lost sense of accomplishment...
With these vibrant little lives, heaven is no longer dull...
It resembles a vibrant scene of life and everything flourishing.
And just then...
A little angel suddenly huffed and puffed his way up to him, looking pitiful. Then, he angrily pointed at the crow beside him and loudly complained:
"Lord, that nasty bird is terrible...it's been chasing us the whole time!"
"You must beat him up!"
The crow grew anxious upon hearing this. It flapped its wings, flew before the little angel, and said with deep sorrow:
"You should all call me boss!"
"I was the one who saved you..."
"And now you're turning around and complaining about me!"
Yahweh found it amusing to see the two children bickering.
He bent down, patted the head of the brave little angel, and praised him:
"You're quite good; you have a rebellious spirit...that's rare."
"I will punish the crows... You are no longer mortals, but my angels..."
"The crows really shouldn't have treated you so roughly."
Upon hearing this, the raven looked at Yahweh with an incredulous, abandoned expression, its eyes filled with tears.
Yahweh ignored him.
He paused for a moment and saw the little angels behind him who were too afraid to step forward.
Yahweh thought for a moment and then spoke:
"Perhaps you should have a name?"
The little angel thought for a moment, then shook his head:
"Lord, I really can't think of what my name should be..."
Yahweh asked:
Do you remember what you loved when you were a mortal?
The little angel paused, closed his eyes, and struggled to search his memory.
finally.
He seemed to have found some clues from those numerous and few remaining fragments of memory.
His eyes lit up, and he said happily:
"Morning Star..."
I love the morning star!
Yawes was also taken aback, as if he had thought of something, and then he chuckled.
And that name was born—
Lucifer.
"Your name will be Lucifer..."
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