Chapter 34
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Author : Ps , Ps, Come here
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(Heavenly system)
Heavenly System was capable of many, many things. Things that even the strongest of supernatural beings were incapable of in just a few hours or days, but there was one thing that it was incapable of.
Which is feeling genuine emotion or doing an action influenced by it, because his creator thought it was an unnecessary risk and liability without any advantage. A thing that the system both appreciates and dislikes. Dislike, because of the fact that it can't feel emotion, it's predictions sometimes misses their mark, causing it's plan or move to fail spectacularly, a flaw that it tried to fix in the ancient past, but for some reason, the result that it made after decades of study and experiment was so minimal that it didn't even notice any change in the decision it makes. Appreciative, because it prevents it from doing something as meaningless as crying or hesitating due to familial connection, just like its fellow creation before it always does.
And the most striking and closest example it could find would be Archangel Michael and the rest of the seraphs, who stood near it, most of them, if not all of them, had some accumulated minor tears in their eyes or were shaking in sheer happiness. Though it didn't know why, as system felt that it was missing something, a core piece of the puzzle.
But the system in the end didn't interrupt them to ask questions, as through the studies that it had personally conducted, most, if not all, beings don't like being interrupted when they are exhibiting emotional overload.
It saw Michael slowly caressing the [Incomplete Angel] it had just analyzed, then bowing before it while muttering. [Never again]. Confusing the system to no end, but it led them to be, for it didn't see anything wrong with it.
After ten or so minutes of talk and other things, the system saw Archangel Michael wanting to take the [incomplete angel] away from it. Instantly causing a deep sense of panic and alarm bells to ring in its body, as it still hasn't converted enough of those strange divine energies to recover its decayed parts.
(Michael)
"Never again," Michael whispers for the second time today as his gaze lands upon his creator, Father. The one who, after millennia of disappearance, managed to come back to his home.
Heaven
He wanted to talk about many things with him, count out all the problems that had plagued him for centuries, and the decaying church of his that he failed to preserve due to his incompetence, for it was corrupted by the vile claw of desires.
But until he woke up from his slumber, he couldn't. Though he wasn't sure when he would wake up, he was sure it wouldn't be long, for their father wasn't one to make others wait.
He reached out to him and prepared himself to carry him back to his realm, Seventh Heaven. Specifically to his throne, as Michael believes that the place his father should wake up must be on his throne. Not in here, not anywhere else.
But before he could do it, [Heaven's Core] stopped him, for it sent him a message. Saying that it wanted to keep him here and that it had a severe need of it, and it could also monitor and take care of him much better.
While the logic of the words the system used was without much flaw in them, the tone and the panicked tone it used confused Michael, as he was pretty sure that the system had no emotion or personality, as God thought that it was unnecessary. But shrugged it off as the system has been in existence for so many centuries that it gaining a slight sentience shouldn't be too strange.
Though if his father hadn't just returned and the system hadn't just gained sentience, it would have caused severe panic and would have prevented him from falling asleep, but fortunately, his father is back, and soon he shall wake up from his slumber.
"I understand," Michael said as he turned to gaze at the massive, island-like clockwork of gears and teeth that eternally spun. A totem, a mark that told all creatures how insignificant they were to the wonders that their father, God, could create. "You also miss him, huh?"
And the message that the system sent to Michael only confirmed it, as it sent Michael a message saying. "Yes, I need it, and I need to spend about twenty-eight hours, fourteen minutes, forty seconds with it. And you could take him away from here when the time came."
Michael nodded while also glancing at his brother Raphael and sister Gabriel for their agreement. Raphael, with a stiff movement, nodded back at him, clearly not wanting to leave their father alone or leave him in this place. But also couldn't just take him away from here for nothing other than selfish reasons, as they all knew that the place that was safest and most optimal for him was here. With Heaven's core keeping constant watch on him, supplying him with divine energy or rare resources when he needed it, and protecting him from all harm. Though most of them were sure that no harm would reach him, after all, the four archangels and the whole of heaven would die before they let their creator and father fall again.
Gabriel just nodded with that serene smile on her angelic face while she gazed at their creator with tears of joy accumulated on the edge of her vision.
So they teleported outside to prepare for what was left unfinished.
A thing that stopped due to his fall and would begin again with his rise.
Great War
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After Michael and the rest left, only Moon and [Heaven's core] remained.
[Heaven's core] sending divine energy and collecting the strange divine energy every hour or so, then scattering it around its body to recover what it had lost to the river of time.
Meanwhile, Moon was just lying there quietly, unconsciously sipping small bits of divine energy that bypassed him while letting the rest pass through. And each time divine energy passed through him, the glow that echoed through his body increased, so did the size of his body that was inside the dome. And soon, after a day and a half of time, his body fully reached the max size for there was no room to grow in the dome.
The system that was monitoring its increased capability in deep joy notes that the [incomplete angel] should soon hatch from its dome. But when it thought of the name [Incomplete Angel], the parts of the [Heaven's Core] that it put the paste on glowed in a platinum yellow color and then dimmed, the glowed repeatedly. Then suddenly the system felt that the term [incomplete angel] is too dirty and had disgusting meanings that it originally hadn't found flaws in. So the system changed the term that it addressed the angel into [Unique Angel].
The parts that the system applied the strange divine energy to glowed again in defiance of the blasphemer, but because it still hadn't fully eroded, no, converted the system, so it could do nothing more than it already had.
Then the system called forth Michael and informed him that [Unique Angel] would soon hatch; instantly upon receiving his message, the system saw Michael leaving behind everything he was doing and called for the other seraphs while he was also flying to him.
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Michael, with a gentle thud, lands in front of his soon-to-hatch father. While the rest of the seraphs, specifically Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael, land just a second after him. Showing that they themselves were waiting and were ready to move at a moment's notice, all of their eyes glued to the ground that their father was on with complex emotion of struggle , shame along with deep seated happiness. Although they all wanted their father to hatch from his cocoon on his throne, surrounded by all of his children, they couldn't even risk even the slightest possibility of anything happening, for the compliance and carelessness is a sharp knife that would always strike when unnoticed.
"Brother," Uriel said as he turned to Michael, possibly asking a few questions as their father doesn't look like he will hatch that soon.
"Yes, Brother ?" Michael nodded, spilling a small part of his concentration to his brother Uriel for the conversation that would soon take place.
Uriel took another step, almost standing on the same line as him, showing through body movement that Michael should stop being their leader with their father back, while also using his mouth to explain another. "Should I open the vault ?"
Micheal, in return, also made his move. He took a slight step back, now just a little in front of Uriel, showing to Uriel that he agreed with his thoughts and that he had no desire for the leadership of Heaven, while also opening his mouth. "Yes, I will appreciate it, but do not fully open it; we need our father's opinion," the crisp, pleasant voice of Michael said.
The words that Michael said had several meanings, such as that they would fully commit to the war, not just initial preparation, and should prepare themselves, but they should do it in a subtle way so their father could change it as he sees fit, for their father might just have a plan he already prepared. And that he shouldn't inform the church of anything that is happening in heaven.
A way of communication that all Seraphs had with each other, though there was no need to as there could never be an another being, to be here in the sixth heaven but because they all understood each other so much, the difference with using normal words or doing it in a bit complicated way didn't matter much to them, so they just did it in the shorter and just a bit better protected way for there was no difference.
Uriel nodded, agreeing with him and having found the answers that he wished to get. While the other two Seraphs gazed at their father without spilling any of their attention, for they were fully committed to carving this moment into their brains. With not even a smallest of grain of sand left unnoticed.
and in just a few minutes, they saw the thick golden dome thinning until the faint shadow of a being became visible.
The giant sphere dome that was apparent in the golden light wavered as the being inside slowly moved.
Its gigantic form, wreathing and spinning, moving gently and calmly as the one inside prepares to get out of its shell to reveal to the world what it was underneath.
Banggg
With a bang that was tens of times stronger than any flashbang that humans are capable of, the dome fully broke as the being inside hatched.
The light was so intense that it was akin to gazing straight at the sun while standing right in front of it. The light should have easily blinded a low- or mid-class being who was unfortunate enough to stand, but the ones who stood weren't low-class or mid-class, not even by a distant mile.
Then slowly, little by little, their father became visible.
Their father had four pairs of wings, massive translucent golden wings that gently hummed, as if every movement and every feather on that wing was a perfect work of art that declared to any being they were dealing with a higher being, a being that is in every possible cognitive way, better and more ...perfect.
Then it was his sphere-like body, which had gears like golden teeth, that showed that their father, the one who died and revived, created his own body, following the blueprint of his greatest artifact [Heaven's core]. But unlike the [Heaven's core], his body had hundreds of eyes.
Eyes that could never blink, for there was no need to, and several faces of beings he devoured along with them.
Yes, Faces of being, a mortal being's face who stared right back at them with an empty void expression. Those head's eyes gazed back at Seraphs, as if noticing their movement. Seraphs became the slightest bit dizzy for reasons unknown to them. But they didn't care much about, for they already knew that their father initially used souls of other beings as nutrition to recover, so one or two unusual things are normal.
But the thing that appeared next was the thing that made all of them freeze.
They saw their father's eyes, a burning one that glowed in a golden reddish color while flames of great might surrounded it, protecting it from all harm while the flame also sucked in the holy energy that plagued the air into itself, purified it, and feeding it to him.
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Suddenly, their father changed his form, transforming from a being that most, if not all, creatures that inhabit this world would call eldritch disaster into a monster in a humanoid form.
He now had only one pair of massive golden wings that burned just like the flame they saw earlier and a body that looked like all the skin that one should have was burned, and in its place, only muscle and tendons were visible with faint bones showing up.
But he wasn't fleshly red or pink; instead, he was golden yellow, as if the flame that was his wings was compacted into a human form with no facial features such as a nose, ear, or lip visible. But there were eyes, one eye in his stomach and tens in the thick whirlwind that was his legs.
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And the first word that came out of their father's mouth was. "Micheal" instantly jolting all of them, most of all Micheal awake as they instantly took on a kneeling pose. An pose that they had taken only towards one being in ancient history that was their life.
While they were silently kneeling, Michael, unknown to most, was secretly happy and glad that the one their father first called was him, not his brothers and sister, for it made him feel like the one closest to their Father was him. But he shook himself out of it the next second as he felt ashamed of what he felt. As a being who had lived centuries upon centuries, he should be at least above such petty emotions though the shame was only added on top of the happiness that was originally there, not disappearing nor shrinking.
Then their father moved his head, looking at each one of the Seraphs that was gathered, and started naming them.
"Gabriel"
"Uriel"
"Raphael"
After naming each and every one of them, he turned his back to Michael, the eye that was in his stomach and the ones that were surrounding him boring down on him, bearing a weight that they shouldn't be capable of considering that he was currently only at early Ultimate class discounting the fact that he is probably the strongest ultimate class as he has knowledge and wisdom of the strongest being in this world.
No
The breath that was in his throat hitches as Michael sensed his father's energy through the sense that was granted to him.
Their father wasn't an early Ultimate; instead, he was
Peak Ultimate, with only one step away from the Seraph tier.
[Maou = Seraph, Seraph < Archangel, Archangel = Super Devil, Michael = Peak Seraph tier with one foot inside the archangel tier and would reach the archangel tier with the assistance of [Heaven's core]]
"Where am I?" Their father asked.
Instantly, Michael answered him while still in his kneeling pose. "Father, you are in heaven, the sixth heaven." His voice was calm yet barely containing the excitement that plagued his otherwise pleasant and beautiful voice. "We found you on Earth, Japan, and brought you here."
Their father, after hearing his answer, was quiet and silent for a few deep seconds.
Seconds that spanned longer than they thought, possibly, as it made all the Seraphs that were gathered here get nervous, no matter the fact that they had lived centuries upon centuries and had been in more life-and-death battles more times than they could count, for they were in the end his children. And children, no matter how old they were, would always feel like a child in the presence of their father and parent.
"Where are the two goblins and a few beast men that were together with me ?" Their father asked
And this time, instead of Michael, it was Gabriel who answered his question.
"They are in the first heaven, Father," Gabriel said, her pleasant and melodic voice echoing several times in the silent atmosphere. "They are safe and sound, awaiting your will."
"Mmm." Their father said, The tranquil and calm way he is talking made the Seraphs that were present unknowingly relax as their once tense body that was ready for his endless fury softened as they listened closely.
"I don't remember ...." Their father said, but after the first three words, he became silent. Likely trying to remember or recall what he had forgotten. A thing that Michael understood, after all, their father still hasn't fully recovered his strength and form that he had once donned in the ancient past due to him, well .... almost dying. On the other hand, if he were to remember everything fine and without a problem after his soul became something...like this, it would be shocking to say the least.
"Don't worry, Father, we understand that you haven't recovered fully." Raphael said, his eternally face calm face had a light smile tugging on the edge of his face as he gazed at their father.
But their father seemed to have other things to say.
"No," their father said, his voice an eldritch combination of many voices, a side effect of his crude recovery path that he was forced to take. "I have already recovered. And you all are mistaking me for a another" he said, causing the silence that was already there to become even heavier and for the Seraphs that had just recently relaxed to tense. Not knowing what he meant by that.
"I am not the person you are assuming me to be," he said, his eldritch voice blaring in some part as if some soul that wasn't already digested was screaming in agony, instantly tensing them, but they relaxed the next second as their wisdom and intelligence that they accumulated through the eons broke apart the meanings of the words that came out of their Father's mouth.
He was saying to them that he wasn't the original him, for the original him died in that war, on that accursed day where the sky rained blood, and the one that was standing before them was, while mostly him, but there was a certain part of him that was different, as he was forced to revive himself by a path that even the most wicked would hesitate.
For the art of absorbing souls of other beings to revive oneself would cause one to change, influenced by the souls that one absorbed and changing them. But they, Seraphs, didn't care.
Because of the undeniable fact that he was their father, and that even if he changed, it would be so minimal that they wouldn't even notice, at least after he fully recovered and purified himself, that is. Until then, he will be different and changed; even then, the change won't be too much, as their father didn't directly absorb souls; instead, he purified them and then absorbed them. Causing the changes that should have been made to be at the very least, to be a minimum.
"Do not worry, Father, we know," Michael said, his normally soft and pleasant voice bearing an immense weight that they rarely had.
Their father turned his head to him with, although with no facial expression or evident moment that showed what he was feeling. But Michael could guess that he was probably observing him and judging if the words that came out of his mouth were genuine one. An thing that he answered with his burning gaze for there was no better answer than it.
After a few seconds, he stopped looking at him and turned to each of the Seraphs that were present, one by one, slowly and calmly, seemingly wanting to know the other's opinion.
"It matters not, Father," Uriel said, and Raphael also continued just a second after him, as he noticed that their father turned his attention to him. "You are our creator and father, and there is nothing that changes that fact."
And finally Gabriel, who was gazing at him with longing in her eyes and a childish smile on her face. A face that never had accommodated similar emotion in centuries, with the most close one being her eternal serene smile.
"Father, you are our light and sun, the one who illuminates our path, so it matters not if the light is slightly red in color, for the light will illuminate our path is one and the same." She said.
Their father asked again just a second after Gabriel.
Telling them that he is not who he once was and that he was different.
And that time, they declared their willingness with even more fervor and loyalty that somewhat seemed to surprise even him as he gazed at each and every one of them for a very long time.
And then with a sighting motion that is unusually long, he leaned back. While materializing a chair to sit down as he gazed at them. "Very well."