[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 1^ Latest Update: 2018-11-18 19:48:41 Jinjiang Literature City
Prologue
The Ninth Heaven of Heaven—the Crystal Heaven.
The power of light is concentrated to its extreme here. Nothing that is not light or pure can enter. Even the most honored seraphim of Heaven can only have a brief audience when proclaimed, because they cannot withstand for long an extreme power that is many times greater than their own, even though they also possess the attribute of light.
The Crystal Heaven has always been quiet and sacred, and in the hearts of billions of angels in Heaven, it is something to be looked up to but never reached. This is the core of Heaven, the center of faith in countless worlds. The sky there is pure white, the clouds are pale gold, filled with countless beautiful things. The hymns, like illusions, seem to reach the depths of one's heart. This is the paradise of Hebrew mythology.
This world was created by God, therefore there is only one supreme deity. He is the only surviving creator god among the many ancient myths and legends, embodying the supreme god, the god of light, and the creator god all in one. This omnipotent and noble deity spreads his glory throughout the world, except for Hell, the darkest and most filthy place despised by the gods who love light and purity.
The power of faith pervades the world. Even the demons of Hell, who have never believed in God, may disdain Heaven and hate their opposing angels, but none dare speak ill of God. For God is ultimately the greatest creator in the world, the one who created their existence, the creator god most revered by demons.
Since the creation of the world, the Crystal Heaven has mostly been desolate, almost lonely. Perhaps the Crystal Heaven does not understand loneliness, but the deity who rules the Crystal Heaven and even the entire celestial realm has always remained here, in the Crystal Heaven's only palace, never stepping out of the Crystal Heaven for billions of years.
God sat serenely and silently on his supreme throne, forever shrouded in golden holy light in the eyes of the angels. The hazy light obscured his true form, leaving only a vague outline of his tall, slender figure. No one was permitted to glimpse His face.
Even Lucifer, the strongest archangel in Heaven, hailed as God's favorite and possessing five-sixths of His power, could not penetrate that thin, soft halo. God remained shrouded in mystery, unknown to all.
Beneath the holy light, his long, silver hair, tinged with moonlight, cascaded to the ground. His white, floor-length robe and golden embroidered belt were his favorite colors.
God's eyes were devoid of joy or sorrow, cold and devoid of any human warmth. Though seated on his throne, he seemed to stand atop a cloud, looking down upon all living beings. This was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor when speaking to the archangels, a contradiction that felt entirely natural.
His gaze pierced through the past and future, gazing upon the workings of the three thousand worlds. His golden pupils held an eternal, deathly stillness, yet an unfathomable purity. His face remained unknown, his form forever shrouded in beautiful holy light. As the ruler of light, the creator of worlds, his perfection was a given.
In that eternal solitude, he would silently open the Book of Creation, examining the various things recorded within. His snow-white fingertips touched the items tucked within—merely a few thin sheets of paper, yet so precious to him, the only thing that could soften his gaze even a little in the desolate years.
God's exquisitely handsome face bore the indifference honed by billions of years. His expressionless chill evoked an instinctive fear, completely unlike the image of the Lord held by the angels. And God was never gentle. The Creator God's gentleness was directed towards all living beings, while his indifference was a ruthlessness born of excessive rationality.
He had always been lonely, since his birth from the light. Creation was merely God's mission and responsibility, and also nothing more than a trivial matter.
Jehovah had always been proud, possessing a supreme and unparalleled status, and innate power that made everything else seem like ants.
However…
Sitting on that divine throne, he could not waver, could not hesitate, could not regret.
The Creator God's every action influenced the world's changes and development, so he never stepped outside the Crystal Heaven.
He was actually afraid, afraid that if he re-entered that chaotic and noisy mortal world, he would be even more unwilling to be alone, afraid that his heart was not as steadfast as he imagined. The pure and flawless state of mind of a god was something he had bought with the price of his past; he did not want to see the day he fell from the clouds.
Opening his eyes, time and space shifted abruptly; from a mortal to a god, what an incredible opportunity! Even ascending to heaven in one step was nothing more than this.
In the endless flow of time, he forgot the past, all emotions, all desires, leaving behind only a distorted image…
All humanity was erased by divinity. When he swore to change his name to Jehovah, he could never return to the past, never look back. He still remembered the moment of immense anguish at the dawn of creation, his soul screaming within, yet his eyes remained lifeless, devoid of joy or sorrow.
When the god suddenly looked back, he discovered that humanity's past was like a mirage, utterly irrelevant to him. All the memories of his rebirth in the Realm of Light overwrote everything else; the inherited memories granted by the laws severed the connection between humanity and divinity.
He couldn't remember… what his original name was…
He only remembered… firmly etched in his soul…
Not human…
He was a god…
Therefore, he never stepped outside the Crystal Heaven, upholding his responsibilities. He was the most revered god in the world, and thus he had to fulfill the obligations of his identity. Even if all history and destiny were already recorded in the Book of Creation, even if from the day he possessed the Book of Creation he had already seen the end of the world.
Before experiencing it, he saw the ending.
Is this a tragedy…? He didn't know…
He closed his eyes, his mind a projection of all things in the world, heaven and hell both encompassed within his will.
He opened his eyes, his golden pupils so cold they reflected nothing, as if he were both in this world and detached from it, ethereal and indistinct like mist.
The unchanging, unalterable future was so boring, yet he had to maintain it, for this was the price of omniscience and omnipotence. The feeling of knowing the past and the future was so lonely; no one could understand him, no one would comprehend the chill of the throne of God.
But he would not leave. This was the Creator God's responsibility to safeguard the world, the world and divine kingdom he had created with all his might, his beloved treasure.
The throne of God was always so desolate and agonizing.
Because he was God in the hearts of all beings. Chapter 1 Prologue