Only by experiencing it yourself will you understand… what a painful thing the so-called fall is.
As an archangel of Heaven, the power of light he held was already far beyond that of other high-rank angels. Not to mention that Lucifer had once been the only Archangel, born as the symbol of light; if a fall went badly, it meant being smashed to pieces, no different from self-destruction.
Only once he was truly wrapped in the surrounding power, his already purified angel body eroded again and again by the power of darkness, did Lucifer find there was nothing he could do but let the two completely opposite powers fight each other in his body.
It hurt.
At this moment, he gazed up at Heaven receding in the distance, and at what drew closer and closer to him—
Huh?
The golden-haired Archangel was utterly stunned, watching the black-haired young man rush toward him, still cursing, with a body full of light.
Who was this?
Lucifer asked himself; he knew all the powerful angels in Heaven, but even so he had never seen an angel with such strong light power. No, this angel clearly had black hair, clearly the posture of one who had fallen already.
In the extremely chaotic and violent airflow, Lucifer was in so much pain he was nearly fainting. Everything in the past replayed in his mind like a revolving lantern. At the very end of his consciousness, he felt himself being pulled by a hand.
Michael scooped Lucifer up and also fed powerful light power into him in the passage of chaos, which stabilized the other’s power so that he was not eaten away by the darkness after all.
“One fallen Archangel in the Abyss is enough, there’s no need to throw in another. Even if you want to die, don’t do it in front of me.”
Saying this, he carried the person upward.
Michael had had the demons and fallen angels of the Abyss attack Heaven, but had never required them to actually take it.
No, having them attack was itself a smokescreen.
It was to make sure there wouldn’t be too many obstacles when he went to see Raziel.
So Michael did not care about the battle situation in Heaven, or rather, did not mind it at all.
Bael had brought everyone back to the edge of Heaven.
He glanced sidelong at Belial: “If our god asks, how do you plan to explain this?”
Belial: …Quite helpless.
Rewinding to half an hour earlier, at this time Mammon was just preparing to join forces with Baal and the awakened Belial to use the move against angels that Michael had taught.
Unfortunately it did not succeed.
Lucifer, whose golden hair had returned, stood in place with a cold face, watching that blackish thing bounce off and dissipate after touching his body.
Mammon lowered his head and looked at his hands in shock: “Wait, isn’t this completely useless?”
Lucifer: “Hmph, I thought you’d bring out something impressive—”
His words cut off abruptly, and he glanced at Mammon and looked away.
The other angels reacted quickly too; someone pointed at something unusual and said in surprise: “What’s going on? Why has it gotten dark?”
Lucifer raised his eyes, looked at the familiar scene, and lightly curled the corners of his lips, with an indescribable sarcasm in his eyes.
“It seems Heaven really is forcing me to leave.”
As Lucifer’s subordinate, Raphael had gone to support him as soon as he learned that Mammon had appeared and was facing Lucifer.
He arrived just now, caught sight of the image he could never forget in his life, and nearly tripped.
The one who followed close behind him was not Metatron but Sariel.
In sharp contrast to Raphael’s despairing expression, Sariel was, one could say, ecstatic: “Great, finally!”
Raphael could not understand, and surprise showed in his eyes.
“Lucifer should fall, he should become the king of Hell!”
Hearing this, Raphael glared at him: “Are you mad? How can you say such a thing? This is very unfavorable to His Highness.”
Sariel only laughed lightly: “Why do you think that, at the moment he’s challenging God’s authority, Lucifer could still stay? Just because of Michael’s betrayal, would Lucifer give up his former ideas?”
What others thought he didn’t know; he had always been the type who gave no extra concern to things that didn’t interest him, not even a glance. But Sariel knew that Lucifer certainly did not want to stay here any longer.
Since That God could do something that humiliated the deputy ruler of Heaven, He should understand that everything was beyond redemption.
Mammon was not unfamiliar with that black cloud; or rather, he was the one among the demons present who knew this power best.
It’s over!
Baal and Belial looked up and narrowed their eyes: “Isn’t this the scene of the fall?”
As soon as the two said this, even they were dumbstruck.
“Mammon—!”
Mammon murmured: “I’ve caused trouble.”
Baal twitched the corner of his lips; this was more than causing trouble, it was poking a hole in the sky.
But since things had come to this, there was nothing they could do.
With something like this having happened, they obviously couldn’t stay on the Third Heaven. After briefly telling the great demon Bael what had happened, they withdrew to the border.
Not long after Lucifer was swept into the vortex, a figure scooped him up.
That person threw Lucifer in front of Raphael: “Tell him for me, if he wants to die, don’t do it at my place.”
Raphael’s eyes were red, and he immediately went to check the Archangel’s physical condition.
After confirming that Lucifer in front of him was merely asleep, he suddenly raised his head and demanded of the black-haired young man: “Who are you?”
Others not knowing did not mean Mammon didn’t understand.
In his view, Raphael’s question was indeed good, so good that even the god beside him could not answer it.
As he expected, the black-haired, red-eyed god only smiled silently and softly spoke three words: “God of the Abyss.”
Raphael and Sariel exchanged a glance, and the latter sneered: “A god? You are really bold, calling yourself a god in the territory of our God.”
Raphael stared fixedly at the so-called god in front of him: “As far as I know, Lucifer failed to fall because someone took his place, and that person is now king in Hell.”
“You remember right, that’s so.”
Raphael was unusually furious and roared: “Michael, how far will you toy with us before you’re satisfied?”
Michael smiled: “No need to be so loud, I can hear you.”
The angels on that side were all stunned for a moment.
“He acknowledged Lord Raphael’s words?”
“This is… the former Archangel?”
“Falling alone can change this much?”
The doubt from the angels did not embarrass Michael.
Suddenly, he put away the smile on his face and said in a low voice: “Mammon.”
Mammon, looking scared, said softly: “…I used the wrong power.”
It would have been better if he hadn’t said that; as soon as he did, the other angels turned to look at him in a swoosh, as if he had said the wrong thing.
Sariel said sarcastically: “Hmph, if I didn’t know better I’d think you could summon that vortex of falling at any time.”
The problem was, they really could.
Mammon was about to nod when he was forced back by a chilly warning look from Michael.
Swallowing the words that had come to his lips, he said with guilt: “I understand, I’m willing to accept punishment.”
The power of darkness around Michael surged: “Leave first, other matters when we get back.”
Metatron arrived belatedly and happened to hear this.
“Come when you want, go when you want; sir, do you think Heaven is such a casual place?”
The power in his hand rose, and a barrier was built from beside the angel behind him.
Seeing this, Gabriel’s deputy general breathed a sigh of relief: “Lord Metatron, Lord Raziel, you two have come just in time.”
He ran a few steps to the two archangels and said seriously: “Let’s join forces to stop Michael.”
Metatron’s foot slipped, and Raziel, quick of eye and hand, supported him, sparing his colleague the sorry sight of falling on level ground.
Barely steadying himself, Metatron took a deep breath and then looked at the person Gabriel’s deputy general pointed to.
The golden hair had already turned the black peculiar to a fall, while those beautiful eyes were still bright, but had turned a splendid vivid red.
Seeing the other look over, the smile on Michael’s face was extremely faint: “It’s been a while, Metatron.”
Although it was a greeting, no one thought he was in a good mood.
Bael could sense better than anyone that Michael’s mood was terrible now, terrible enough that he might go find someone to beat up.
He thought the other probably felt extraordinarily irritated because these familiar faces were appearing before him one after another.
Metatron opened his mouth and after a long time came out with a sentence: “Is it really you, Michael?”
Compared with Lucifel, who had been Archangel in Heaven for tens of thousands of years, Michael, a successor of only a few days, really could not earn others’ recognition.
Although Michael had realized this in his previous life, such a direct comparison still left him a bit conflicted.
He felt that this was not fair.
Whatever else, he had shed blood and been wounded for the angels of Heaven!
Thinking this, his mood grew worse.
Bael: …Numb. Hope not too many demons get beaten to death.
Although he thought so, Michael, even at his worst mood, had never struck hard enough to kill anyone.
Raziel did not have as much patience as Metatron, and frowned: “I can’t stop him.”
No explanation was needed; against Michael, barriers were useless.
Conversely, Michael not using barriers against them was already a blessing in disguise.
“If you can’t stop him, kill him.”
Cold, ruthless words came out of the mouth of the person behind.
Sariel’s eyes lit up: “Well said. Our God only said to bring him back, and if there’s really no other way, killing him would also satisfy the condition of bringing him back.”
Mammon pursed his lips.
These people really dared to think; killing the master of the Abyss… they must have had lives to spare.
Only Michael showed an extremely shocked look and even stepped back a few steps: “Luci, you actually want to kill me?”
The other angels: “?”
“So the rumors were true after all.”
Lucifer: “???”
What rumors? What had he missed?
Raziel shook his head and sighed to one side: “Cut it and it’s still tangled, Archangel.”