Capítulo 57: Judgement I
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The next day,
in the Seventh Heaven,
everything was different than Usual. The entire realm had changed. What used to be a space of endless light now had solid ground stretching out in infinite directions. The floor sparkled like it was made of stardust, and the air felt heavy with power.
In the very center of this vast space stood a massive, glowing throne. It was no ordinary throne—it was ancient, older than time itself. God, or Roger as He was known to some, had created this throne long before He even thought about creating angels, humans, or anything else.
This throne wasn't just a seat. It was a symbol. Only Roger could sit on it. Anyone else who tried would be obliterated instantly. It wasn't because Roger was mean or anything—it was just how the throne worked it only acknowledge him only even Elizabeth cant sit on it.
Roger appeared in a flash of light and slowly walked toward the throne. His footsteps echoed, even though there were no walls to bounce the sound back. He climbed the steps leading up to the throne and sat down, his divine presence spreading across the Seventh Heaven like a wave of energy.
He let out a deep sigh and looked around. "This is it," He muttered to Himself. "Judgment day."
Meanwhile, the angels started to gather, appearing one by one. First came Michael, standing tall and little proud. Then Samael, who looked a bit nervous, probably because he knew he might crack a joke at the worst possible moment. Gabriel followed, her face calm but her eyes sharp, ready for whatever was about to happen.
As more angels arrived, a heavy tension filled the air. Even the Angels who had followed and Supported Helel were also there, their once-bright forms now darkened and dull. They stood at the far edge of the gathering, silent and uneasy.
Michael leaned toward Samuel and whispered, "Do you think Father's still mad?"
Samael gave him a side-eye and whispered back, "Mad? He sent Halal flying through four heavens yesterday with just a slap. What do you think?"
Michael gulped. "Right. Good point."
Roger looked at the angels, His eyes scanning every face. His gaze was so intense that even the bravest of them felt like they were being seen all the way down to their soul.
"Today," Roger began, His voice booming and echoing across the endless ground, "I will pass judgment on those who turned on their own family siblings."
The rebellious angels shifted uncomfortably, their darkened skin making them stand out even more.
Roger continued, "This throne, this place, this moment—it is sacred. And yet, some of you have chosen to defy the very purpose of your existence."
Samuel leaned toward Michael again and whispered, "This is going to be epic. It's like the ultimate courtroom drama."
Michael tried to shush him, but he couldn't help but crack a small smile.
"Where is Velzard? Feldaway? Dino?" God's voice echoed across the Seventh Heaven.
It wasn't loud, but it carried such authority that even the strongest angels flinched. "I know they are here. And also, bring Adam and Lilith to me," He commanded.
Suddenly, a calm voice answered. "Father, we are here," said Velzard, stepping forward with a steady expression. Even in this tense situation, she remained composed. She knew this was a serious matter, and panic wouldn't help anyone.
"Father, I have brought Adam and Lilith," said Azrael, appearing right behind him. She gently guided Adam, who stood there looking dazed. The poor guy had been knocked out earlier just by the sheer presence of God's power. He was still trying to gather his senses.
As for Lilith, she was in Azrael's arms, unconscious and binded. Her body was limp, weakened by the cursed Chain of Death that constantly suppressed her mana. The chain wrapped around her like it owned her, draining her strength every second.
God's eyes fell on Lilith, and His expression softened, just for a moment. "Good," He said, His tone calm but filled with power. He extended His hand, and with just a thought, the Chain of Death around Lilith vanished into thin air.
Azrael's eyes widened in shock. That chain was supposed to be unbreakable, forged by by her father with concept of Death in it . It was something even she couldn't control, and she was the one who wielded it! Yet, with just a glance, her father had undone it like it was nothing.
She quickly composed herself. Of course, only He could do that. He is the Creator, after all.
"Thank you, Father," Azrael said, bowing her head.
Lilith stirred slightly, her breathing becoming steady. She was still unconscious, but without the chain draining her, her body began to heal itself slowly.
Meanwhile, Adam finally blinked a few times and looked around, still confused. "Uh...what happened? Did I miss something?" he mumbled.
Velzard rolled his eyes. "Yes, Adam. You missed everything. As usual."
Adam frowned. "Hey, not my fault I got knocked out! Father's presence is... intense, okay?"
Azrael sighed. "Stop complaining, Adam. At least you're standing. Lilith didn't even last five seconds."
God watched them in silence, His gaze sharp but patient. He was giving them a moment to gather themselves before continuing the judgment. Even in His anger, He still cared for His children.
The atmosphere remained heavy, but there was a strange sense of calm, . Everyone knew that the real judgment hadn't even begun yet. And when it did, no one—not even Adam—would be joking around.
Roger's voice grew louder. "Helel, step forward."
The ground trembled slightly as Helel appeared in the distance, being carried by Gabriel and another angel. He was still unconscious, his face swollen from the slap Roger had delivered the day before.
Samael couldn't resist. "Man, Father slapped him so hard he's still in recovery. That's next-level parenting."
Michael elbowed him. "Shut up!"
As Helel was laid down in front of the throne, Roger leaned forward, His eyes narrowing. "Wake him up," He ordered.
Gabriel stepped forward, singing a soft, angelic tune. The melody seemed to wrap around Halal, and slowly, his eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Roger, and for a moment, pure fear flashed across his face.
Roger's voice was calm but firm. "Do you know why you're here, Helel?"
Halal hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, Father. I rebelled against you because I—"
"Silence!" Roger's voice thundered, shaking the ground. "I am not here for your excuses. Today, I will make you face the truth that you, out of your ignorance, refuse to accept."
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