The wings of god chapter -10
After the battle that nearly shattered Hell itself, Marmon found himself summoned to a place that words could hardly define.
The Meeting Hall of the Six Wings — a cathedral carved not from stone but from divine light. Its walls shimmered with shifting constellations; every breath felt like it carried the echo of creation.
Upon six radiant pillars sat the Archangels — Heaven's highest order, the Six Wings of God:
- Sera, the Crowned, radiant and regal, her eyes heavy with the weight of divine judgment.
- Ariel, the Legion Commander, proud and fierce, a soldier carved from heavenly flame.
- Mihail, the Sword of Dawn, silent and stoic, his blade resting across his knees.
- Gavril, the Voice of God, calm and calculating, every word deliberate.
- Radial, the Light Source, whose glow painted the chamber in calm gold.
- Uril, the Flame of Truth, whose presence burned away lies before they were spoken.
Marmon entered, his dark robes trailing like a shadow in paradise. He bowed his head lightly before taking his seat in the center — a mortal amidst gods.
He began simply, his tone even:
«"I believe in second chances… for sinners."»
Ariel's voice cut through the air before he could continue.
«"Second chances?" she scoffed. "Or excuses? I've seen what sinners do with mercy — they sharpen it into a knife."»
Marmon exhaled through his nose, already used to her. "You argue because you can, Ariel. Not because you believe that."
Her lips curved in a defiant smirk, but she said nothing more.
He continued, his gaze sweeping across the divine assembly.
«"I believe in redemption. But as one born in Hell, I do not know what Heaven calls a redeemed soul."»
A quiet passed through the chamber. The archangels exchanged glances — measured, contemplative. Then, one by one, they spoke their views:
Mihail said redemption was atonement through discipline.
Gavril believed it was understanding the weight of one's sins.
Radial called it the return to divine harmony.
Uril stated coldly that redemption was impossible without suffering.
Only Ariel remained dismissive.
«"How would someone from Hell even grasp that?" she asked, voice dripping with challenge. "You think you can understand Heaven's purity?"»
Marmon ignored the sting of her words, but Sera intervened, her voice carrying authority that silenced the hall.
«"Enough. Marmon, if you wish to prove your ideals — prove them to her. Convince Ariel of redemption's worth. That shall be your trial."»
Ariel grinned, leaning back with folded arms. "So it's a game, then."
Gavril nodded. "A game of knowledge. You each define one concept. Whoever fails to grasp its essence, loses."
Marmon's eyes gleamed faintly. "Then my word is divinity."
Ariel didn't hesitate.
«"An unnatural state — where one wields power beyond others. A separation of the chosen from the rest."»
Marmon chuckled softly. "By that logic, demons could be divine."
She frowned. "Prove it."
«"You said divinity is superiority — a being with power above others. That's the hierarchy of Hell. It's not divinity — it's dominance."»
The silence that followed was deafening. Then Mihail inclined his head.
«"He's right."»
Radial and Gavril nodded in agreement. Even Uril's eyes softened slightly.
Sera's voice broke the stillness.
«"So be it. Marmon, your vision for redemption stands… for now. We will send you the conditions of your task once all Wings have decided."»
As they rose from their thrones of light, the hall began to dim — Heaven closing its gates once more.
Sera's final words lingered as the light faded around him:
«"You've earned the right to speak, Marmon. Now earn the right to be heard but you still haven't show a prove that sinners would be redeemed till then we will decide"»
Here is the thing heaven has underpopulation while hell has overpopulation so archangels want the only people from hell that can fit in to solve both issues
As pov cut to hours after that maybe 4 hours after meeting
Ariel walked through the Legion training grounds, her silver eyes scanning the new recruits as they practiced maneuvers with precise, mechanical discipline. The sunlight of Heaven reflected off their polished armor, yet she felt a weight pressing on her chest.
From behind, a familiar voice chirped, bright and infuriating.
«"Haiiii, Captain!"»
Norman appeared beside her, plopping down casually on the marble steps. She didn't even bother hiding her irritation.
«"I'm not in the mood for your chatter. If you need something, talk to someone else."»
Norman tilted his head, persistent as ever.
«"Come on, why the long face? Something bothering you?"»
She exhaled sharply, realizing she had let slip a truth she hadn't meant to reveal.
«"Ugh… the tough bastard Marmon. Redemption's supposed to be easy for people like him, but no… he has to make it a pain."»
Norman blinked, a teasing smirk forming.
«"Wait… Captain, do you… like him?"»
Ariel froze, her face heating as she buried it in her hands, hiding her embarrassment.
«"Kinda," she mumbled, almost inaudibly.»
Before he could tease further, a voice boomed from the training ground speakers — Sera's commanding tone.
«"Ariel! The margin bull escaped again. Go bring it back!"»
Ariel groaned, throwing her hands up.
«"Why me? Not one of the other Archangels?"»
«"They're all busy," Sera's voice replied firmly. "You know what to do."»
With a reluctant sigh, Ariel turned toward the bull. Norman followed, his presence calm but alert.
The bull charged before Ariel could even ready herself. Anger flared, sharp and hot, and she struck it far harder than she intended. The bull yelped and summoned a blinding holy radiance, dashing forward. Ariel, lost in her own thoughts, barely reacted in time.
Then Norman's wings — white with subtle black tips — suddenly shifted, transforming into piercing, demonic limbs. They wrapped around the bull with precision, restraining it without harm.
A flash of realization hit her. The wings… the way he moved… Norman's form had been Marmon all along.
Her emotions tangled: shock, disbelief, anger… and something deeper she hadn't dared admit.
«"You deceived me!" she shouted, charging at him.»
Marmon stayed calm, letting her strike, each blow slower than the last, her anger gradually softening. Step by step, he guided her fury into understanding rather than violence.
She slowed, her face burning as realization struck — she was revealing feelings she had kept buried for so long.
«"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, cursing herself for letting it show.»
Her gaze landed on his wings, perfectly mimicking the Executioner Legion's design.
«"Wait… how did you blend so perfectly? I-I mean, your wings… they look just like the Legion's!"»
«"I just copied yours," Marmon replied smoothly. "Angel biology isn't that hard."»
Ariel groaned, swatting him away with mock irritation.
«"Shut up, Red."»
Before she could turn, Marmon closed the distance, pulling her into a gentle hug. His voice was quiet, determined:
«"You just gave me the perfect idea."»
Her breath caught.
«"How to help the redeemed blend in with Heaven… exactly as they should," he continued.»
For the first time, Ariel felt the weight of both her duty and her heart align — and she realized that perhaps the path to redemption was not just for sinners, but for those who dared to love beyond the walls of Heaven itself.
For a while Ariel called redemption bullshit and was against it when Mary suggest it but here is the thing when she first met marmon at Lucifer palace she wanted to believe deep down she wanted to believe he could be redeemed to be together as more than demi-sin and an archangel under training
From above the sky a pink humanoid form strikes a like pose holding an arrow with heart in it oh yeah baby it's cupid he was covering up for the sky god the son of Aphrodite saw the two and knew they love each other but not knowing how to make a move so he helped them