[Various] The Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 8^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:08:06 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Seven
"Your name… Messiah, title, Holy Son."
Upon hearing these words, the blond man sitting on the ground became so weak in the knees that he could not stand up. His brown eyes stared blankly at the deity on the throne, who resembled a ball of light. Jehovah, however, paid no heed to the man's expression, nor did he employ the gentleness he showed to the other angels. God's voice was cold and devoid of emotion, directly announcing this decision.
"There are three orders and nine ranks of angels in Heaven, and each rank resides in a designated Heaven. You possess the same rights as the Seraphim. I permit you to reside in the nine Heavens. As for your position, it will be announced after the Creation Ceremony. Do you have any further questions?"
The man, now officially named Messiah, his hands stiffly pressed to the ground, glanced around instinctively, wanting to survey his surroundings, but restrained by reason, dared not make any small movements under God's watchful eye.
The common sense brought by his inherited memories solved his immediate problem. After understanding that the other was his creator and learning about the various etiquettes and ranks from his memories, Messiah hesitated only slightly before choosing to kneel down on one knee in accordance with his status.
"You do not need to kneel before me, my child."
Seeing Messiah overcome the unease brought by his nakedness and kneel obediently before him, Jehovah spoke slowly.
The golden divine eyes, though fixed on the man before him, seemed to be peering through his physical body into his very soul. Within the grand cathedral of the God of Light, no one's thoughts could be concealed from him, but Jehovah showed no interest in the mental activity of this soul avatar, automatically ignoring the chaotic thoughts swirling within its mind.
The divine sense indifferently observed the power of faith throughout the world until it detected the Messiah subtly absorbing it. Jehovah knew its purpose had been achieved. As one of the recipients of this power of faith, the Messiah's strength would increase with the angels' faith.
Furthermore… if he lacked an exceptionally firm will, he would be assimilated by this torrent of faith, becoming God's most loyal believer.
Closing the Book of Creation with his fingers, Jehovah, now in his supreme position with its clearly defined hierarchy, felt there was nothing more to say to his creator. If Jehovah had harbored some interest and anticipation before creating the Messiah, upon actually seeing this extraordinary creation, a sense of utter boredom arose. It was as if the predictable nature of the encounter had extinguished his initial spectator's interest.
It was merely a strange being. Aside from possessing everything bestowed upon him and a physical body that angels lacked, the creature had no distinguishing features worthy of Jehovah's attention. Jehovah didn't know what he had been expecting before; it was as if something within him shattered the moment he saw the blond man, and the thought suddenly arose that he was, in truth, nothing special.
"My God, um… I feel I need a guide."
The Messiah paused slightly, knowing this was an opportunity given by God to offer his opinion, and awkwardly answered the question. He desperately craved a guide who could explain the world's background and answer his questions, because God didn't seem like the type to meticulously instruct his creations; it was already remarkable that God hadn't abandoned them after creation.
"I will inform Lucifer to come here. You will learn to control your power from him later."
After hesitating between Lucifer and Metatron, God ultimately decided to send the most powerful Seraphim to teach the Messiah. Lucifer might not be as gentle as Metatron, but he was equally dedicated to his responsibilities.
Jehovah's eyes remained open, his silver lashes revealing the uniquely divine, ethereal gaze that pierced the past and future, seeing beyond life and death. His divine will had already reached a thousand meters away, relaying the message to the two busy Seraphim, the beautiful beings he had created.
Heaven was newly formed, and with God's aversion to meddling, the newly born Seraphim had to take up their posts. Lucifer and Metatron initially assigned tasks, but many duties had to be shared by the powerful Seraphim, ensuring the respect and submission of other races.
For example, guiding the relocation of the elves and dragons, and arranging work for the newborn angels—he was never idle. The most leisurely person in all of Heaven was undoubtedly God, who was in seclusion in the Crystal Heaven.
"Lucifer…"
Strangely, God addressed Lucifer separately by his name and title. His fingers lightly tapped the armrest, pondering whether the title bestowed upon him was inappropriate for his name. His divine sense, however, was focused on the Seraphim in the Eighth Heaven.
Upon unexpectedly hearing God's message, Lucifer, who was constructing the gate to the Eighth Heaven, froze. Before he could even stabilize it, the gate instantly shattered, the ground pulverized into white dust. His spiritual energy automatically formed a defensive barrier, forcing Lucifer to take a step back. He watched in frustration as his days of work were destroyed, and the Heavenly Father witnessed this.
"My God."
Having made a mistake under God's gaze, Lucifer's face flushed with embarrassment. Forcing himself to conceal his unease, he turned and respectfully bowed towards the Great Cathedral. He hadn't yet cultivated the composure to withstand the test of time; perhaps to the future Heaven, Lucifer was still in his infancy, yet he and Metatron had already begun managing the entire Celestial Realm.
"Even with improved materials, this wood cannot withstand the pressure of connecting two dimensions, no matter how many protective spells you cast upon it."
Through the spatial barrier, Jehovah clearly saw the various ores and timbers filling the hall, the gold and silver jewels gleaming brightly. A steaming furnace stood nearby, and Lucifer, who hadn't been paying attention for some time, stood in the center of the hall. The table that had been in front of him had turned to ashes just a moment ago.
Lucifer lowered his head even further, awkwardly listening to the god's gentle words. His earlier panic slowly subsided; he was ultimately afraid the god would disdain him.
"Lucifer, I need you here. Since you're decorating the entrance to the Nine Heavens, you might as well take the materials with you."
In this informal setting, Jehovah decisively abandoned the somewhat convoluted and distant form of address. Such condescending language would unconsciously make him feel cold. Since these angels would be his companions in the years to come, he didn't need to remain so aloof. As long as he maintained a calm and rational balance between detachment and engagement with the world, even from the clouds, he could understand the joys and sorrows of all beings.
"Yes, my God."
A flash of joy crossed Lucifer's eyes. For the first time, he felt that God did care about the angels; at least their efforts had been recognized by God.
Everyone had worried that after creation, the Creator would disappear from the world, leaving no angels in sight. Countless times, they walked near the Great Cathedral, gazing at the palace of the gods, fearing that the gate would forever remain closed, and that the God who created them would never again appear before the angels.
Jehovah, puzzled by the emotions surfacing in Lucifer, withdrew his divine thoughts only when he saw Lucifer about to rise. He no longer pondered trivial matters; his primary concern now was managing faith and Heaven.
With him presiding over Heaven, unless the world was destroyed, the nine heavens would never disappear. Therefore, the time he would spend in the Crystal Heaven was immeasurable, awaiting the final judgment. Thus, during his seclusion after creation, he pondered many things, ultimately deciding to become a supreme god whose glory and faith permeated Heaven, rather than an ancient god gradually forgotten in history.
Even Pangu, who made such a sacrifice for the world, was forgotten by later generations of Eastern people, leaving behind only ambiguous myths. Jehovah even found an old story in the Book of Creation: a former human classmate had said Pangu was cannon fodder from the divine realm, completely unaware that Pangu was a figure in their own mythology, treating him like a minor character in some cultivation novel…
How pathetic and laughable! It turns out that some people really do forget the creator god…
His fingers traced the words that automatically appeared on the page. Those few paragraphs about creation revealed a different creator god to Jehovah—so proud and confident, so heroic in his act of supporting the heavens and the earth, and so compassionate in his final demise, becoming the world in his final act. Even Jehovah couldn't have paid such a high price.
Jehovah would admire such a creator god, but he didn't want to suffer the same fate as Pangu. Their paths were completely different; there was no need for comparison, because it was meaningless.
He wanted to ensure that, now and in the future, no living being on this earth could trample on the dignity of the Creator God. His existence continued throughout the world's history; even the demons of hell had to bow their proud heads before him. He was the Lord of all things, and no one in this world could speak to him as an equal.
The silver-haired man under the holy light curled into a cold smile. If anyone in the Western world dared to write such a thing, he believed the Church would issue a global arrest warrant, and he guaranteed that if that person fell within his jurisdiction, the sixth level of Hell awaited them after death.
When Lucifer arrived, Jehovah was completely free of his previous distractions. A hazy holy light separated God from the outside world, isolating Him from everything that was unnecessary to Him. The god, seated high on his throne, showed neither joy nor sorrow, needing no one to understand.
The beautiful six wings of holy light behind him vanished as he approached, and the seraphim with azure eyes knelt obediently before the throne, speaking softly.
"My God."
Each time, it was just two simple words, yet they contained all of Lucifer's longing. Like all created beings, they all received the grace of life bestowed by God, instinctively seeking the existence of their Creator.
The Messiah gave the seraphim a stiff smile. His naked body had nothing to cover him, and he had to pretend he understood nothing and was completely indifferent.
"Lucifer, he is the newly born Messiah, titled the Holy Son. From now on, he will reside with you in the Crystal Heaven. For the time being, guide him."
Having created what Lucifer needed with divine power and given it to him, Jehovah couldn't help but glance at the increasingly intense emotions surging within the golden-haired Holy Son. He calmly and naturally informed Lucifer of the Messiah's situation and then dismissed them.
Residing in the Crystal Heaven meant that he bestowed upon the Messiah the glory of the seraphim class. How could Lucifer not understand the meaning behind this? He could only lead this newborn being out, not allowing him to disturb the divine.
The gate closed again, leaving Jehovah sitting there alone, silent.
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