(Anime/Manga Fanfiction) [Various] Throne of God (30) + Extra Chapter Now that the situation is beyond repair, let's make amends in the future… God sighed, reflecting on his mistakes for the first time.
Chapter Thirty
A single Seraphim can take on four or five Abyss Demons alone. Two Seraphim are enough to make Behemoth hesitate about whether to come out. Although the Demon Dragon has pride no less than that of the Seraphim, he is never a demon who takes face for granted. Now… three Seraphim have come to get revenge. Behemoth's face darkened upon receiving the news.
"What should we do?"
Isidore and the other Abyss Demons immediately came to the Demon Dragon's palace and sat below Behemoth. This high-ranking demon almost smiled bitterly as he asked him. He wouldn't be afraid of Cherubim, but he was one of the few demons who had seen two Seraphim before, and naturally understood the strength of angels like Gabriel or Samael.
"There's no other way… we have to sacrifice the first layer of Hell."
Behemoth, seemingly oblivious to the other demons' worries, lazily toyed with the artistic glass, perfectly masking the surging anger within him. He was using this opportunity to gauge the gods' attitude; temporary forbearance didn't equate to fear.
Behemoth had anticipated this consequence when plotting against the Archangel's Spear. After all, the Seraphim were arrogant and easily provoked. He had nearly coughed up blood when he saw Samael and the others purify Hell with holy light; Hell was constructed from dark magic, and purifying darkness would cause the first layer of Hell to collapse.
It wasn't that the Seraphim enjoyed killing demons, but rather that they couldn't find the entrance to the second layer of Hell. Belial, with his limited understanding of the nine layers of Hell, devised a plan: to melt the first layer to gain access to the second.
Countless demons, including ordinary hellish plants, had their lives taken by the holy power of light. Even the rivers imbued with magic were evaporated. Samael wielded his spear of judgment with impunity throughout hell; how could demons, born with sin, escape the judgment of the seraphim?
The handsome dragon smiled coldly. His blurred face was reflected in a crystal goblet, his dragon tail swaying gracefully beneath his robes. He would remember the deeds the angels had committed in hell, but he needed to wait… he needed to wait until he could act, otherwise it would all be in vain.
Many, many lowly demons had died… it didn't matter. The more demons died, the fewer privileges the angels would receive. He would use that endless time to erode the angels' standing in the eyes of the gods. Behemoth believed that God loved the light, but he also held a sliver of hope that one day God would truly treat hell fairly, and he would strive for that day.
Behemoth's actions were all calculated in the eyes of God, but undeniably, they awakened Jehovah from his self-constructed paradise. All perfection and purity are relative; even angels can fall.
"Behemoth."
A cold voice seemed to emanate from beyond the clouds, instantly carrying a majestic and chilling aura that seemed to pierce the sky. The silver-haired god, superior to all beings, spoke only to the abyssal dragon.
Startled by these words, Behemoth's pupils contracted, and his instinctively defensive fingers gleamed with dark dragon scales. The other demons in the temple also looked on in surprise.
Never having imagined that God would call his name, nor that the god's voice was different from the rumors, Behemoth's brows relaxed, and he listened intently to the god's words.
"From now on, I will no longer interfere in the affairs of angels and demons. That is all."
What is spoken will inevitably be fulfilled. This was God's promise, and also fairness for Hell. As Jehovah had said, this matter ended there. Although this was his only concession, the demons shouldn't push their luck. The struggle between Heaven and Hell was left to them.
"God?"
"What else?"
The emotionless voice easily conjured up the image of the God of Light in his mind. Behemoth couldn't tell if he was happy or intrigued. Knowing that their creator was this type of god gave him more confidence in his future battles against the angels.
"God, you can call me Behemoth."
Jehovah glanced indifferently at the dragon's expression, thinking, "Why not just call me Behemoth? Doesn't he know that the names of the second generation of dragons were all requested from him by the Dragon King, including the name Behemoth?"
"God?"
After waiting a long time, Behemoth repeatedly asked in his mind without receiving a reply. Frustrated, he realized that God had no intention of speaking anymore.
"God has agreed to no longer interfere."
Seeing the abyss demon who had been waiting for him to speak, Behemoth slowly played with his fingernails, their purplish-red nails looking extremely eerie. The dragon lightly tapped the crystal glass, a heavy smile spreading across his face.
From now on, angels… see you on the battlefield!
In the Eighth Heaven, several seraphim turned the first layer of the Netherworld upside down. Under the hateful gazes of all the demons, Samael coldly glanced at them before leaving. Having exhausted themselves, Belial and Asmodeus had no interest in dealing with these lesser demons and slipped back to Heaven with the Seraphim, unable to find the entrance to the next heaven.
Upon entering his palace in the Stellar Heaven, Samael stiffened to find a familiar figure seated at the head of the table, while his adjutant diligently prepared tea for the blond man. He gritted his teeth inwardly; Uriah hadn't even informed him beforehand.
Having waited for some time in the warden's palace, Lucifer calmly raised his eyes to look at Samael. His clear gaze seemed to scrutinize him for a moment before he slowly spoke.
"What were you doing?"
"God commanded me to eliminate Joyce, so I went to find him."
Faced with that seemingly piercing gaze, Samael didn't hesitate to reveal his true purpose, selectively concealing what he had been doing. If the Archangel knew he had caused trouble in Hell, he would likely be punished even if he hadn't done anything wrong.
Lucifer nodded slightly, a half-smile acknowledging the truth of his statement, and then said,
"Gabriel is missing."
His silver-blue eyes sharpened. Samael didn't understand what Lucifer meant. This was Heaven, protected by God; no angel could disappear without a trace unless permitted by the Father. Gabriel was an Archangel, destined not to have any mishaps in Heaven. So what could be the reason for Gabriel's disappearance? "It seems you're still rational. Yes, I can't find Gabriel. I haven't heard from her since she went to the Grand Cathedral to see God. I was afraid you'd worry, so I told you first. I guess the Father ordered her to do something. Now I should be going."
Having explained his purpose, Lucifer was pleased to find that Samael wasn't as panicked as he had imagined. This meant Gabriel's influence on him was still under control. He didn't want to discover that Samael had done anything irrational for Gabriel.
Listening respectfully to his superior's words, Samael knew that everything his superior said was correct, and orders had to be obeyed. He realized that in less than a few hundred years, Lucifer had already adapted to the role of Archangel, and had also put considerable pressure on them. Knowing that Lucifer was leaving, Samael visibly relaxed; he could finally rest.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
Lucifer elegantly drank the water in his glass, the empty cup bringing a smile to Uriah's face. Before leaving, he turned back and asked.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his back. Samael wasn't sure what the other was asking, so he could only shake his head to indicate no. But Lucifer's next words sent a chill down his spine.
"Seraph Samael, imprisoned for ten years."
"What! What right do you have to punish me?"
Samael gasped in disbelief, his mind instantly clearing. Looking at his esteemed companion, the Seraph voiced his first objection of defiance.
"Why can't I punish you, Archangel Seraphim? The Father has given you face, so he hasn't personally punished you, but your audacity seems to have grown. As the warden of the Judgment Angels, you went to Hell without permission for personal grudges, causing hostility between the two realms. Oh, and I almost forgot about your accomplices, Archangel Asmodeus and Archangel Belial, both imprisoned for three years."
A chilling aura permeated his azure eyes. Lucifer stood straight in the doorway, his back to Samael. He walked outside, mentioning with amusement his two other companions who had also gone to Hell.
Years later, the war between angels and demons erupted, sparked by Joyce, the fallen angel, finally resolving the long-accumulated grudges.
Then, the three seraphim, Samael, Belial, and Asmodeus, with their ruthless sweeping of the underworld, angered all the demons. Even the abyssal demons, who previously disregarded Heaven, joined the angels' opposing camp. Moreover, God had promised not to interfere in the affairs between angels and demons.
God sat high in his cathedral. After a period of seclusion, his pure golden eyes remained unmoved even as he witnessed the fall of angels. He calmly observed each war, watching the demons' faces twisted with jealousy and resentment. The life-or-death battle between light and darkness plunged the mortal realm into chaos and bloodshed.
The Creator God, observing the angels' feigned composure, knew that this was only the beginning.
Heaven's early development slowly passed, entering a truly prosperous era. The first batch of angels matured, and the second and third batches, born from the Reincarnation Pool, filled the void in Heaven. Meanwhile, Dominica's life of constant exclusion at the Angel Academy was nearing graduation.
Chapter Thirty-One
The Angel Academy is a wonderful place for every little angel. Here, there are gentle and polite seniors, noble and elegant teachers, and the most kind and approachable headmaster. Perhaps the little angels cannot fully comprehend the Messiah's status in Heaven, but that doesn't stop them from sensing the headmaster's difference from the other seraphim. That genuine, equal treatment is what brings happiness to all the little angels.