Ben and Tate had no doubt that the god before them was an imposter.
Because they simply couldn't even bring themselves to think about it.
Everything in the world, every particle in this room, every part that makes up their 'body', vibrates in rhythm with the hymn that Basil walks around.
"When I saw him, I fell down at his feet as if dead. He laid his right hand on me and said, 'Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last and the Living One. I was dead and now I am alive forever and ever. And I hold the keys of death and Hades.'" Ben's wife devoutly recited the Bible as she slowly entered.
She ignored her husband and the boyfriend who had given birth to Michael's daughter.
His eyes were fixed on the radiant Basil.
In the middle of the lampstand is a figure that looks like a son of man, dressed in a long robe that reaches to his feet, with a golden belt around his chest.
His head and hair were white, like white wool, like snow, and his eyes were like flames.
Their feet were like polished bronze being forged in a furnace, and their sound was like the sound of many waters.
He held the Seven Stars in his right hand, and a double-edged sword emerged from his mouth; his face shone like the blazing sun.
Everything flowed through her heart.
God has no form, but this is what He looks like when He is incarnated as a human.
This is also what Jesus Christ looked like.
Unlike everyone else in the room, Michael barely reacted.
With only an inorganic look in his eyes, he replied like a puppet, "This tells us that good will always triumph over evil."
Basil, who had descended to this world as God, smiled with satisfaction.
Everyone else saw God, but Michael saw the Father.
This shows that Michael is getting closer and closer to his original self.
The reasons for Lucifer's fall in this world are quite different.
After Basil descended in the form of God, all causes and conditions automatically came to mind.
He is not the God of Light in a non-Christian system who was subdued by God after his defeat.
It is not the god named Shahrim worshipped by the Canaanites.
He was the first angel God created.
Then the eldest brother of all the angels.
She is also the most beautiful and powerful of all the angels in heaven.
No angel can compare to His wisdom and courage.
Therefore, He takes pride in God's most perfect creation, regarding Himself as the Son and God as the Father.
It is precisely for this reason that Jesus Christ, the clay figure created by God, appeared.
Riding a white horse, wearing Diadem, and dressed in fine linen stained with blood, yet white and clean, He walked above the heads of the heavenly armies, yet He alone refused to bow His head.
It wasn't because of pride.
Rather, it was because of the bestowal of the title "son".
It is Jesus Christ who is acknowledged as the Son, not the more perfect Him.
Just as in the original future, what Michael always awkwardly wanted was recognition and love, not the destruction of the world.
He led a third of the angels in raising a rebellious flag in the north of Heaven, proclaiming: 'I will ascend to the highest heavens; I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mountain of assembly, at the very ends of the north. I will ascend above the highest clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.'
But what he really wanted was just fatherly love.
That is precisely why this rebellion was nothing but a farce.
In his childish duel with Christ, He realized that God only wanted to be His God, not His Father.
So He exiled himself.
His followers followed in His footsteps and fell into hell.
Even in hell, He, shrouded in glory, is the Sovereign Lord of the devil, the sole referent of the name Satan.
However, He insisted on degrading Himself under God's gaze, breaking His wings, stripping His perfect skin, and roasting Him with lava.
They even abandoned the name of Satan, entered into human form, and clamored to destroy the world that God loves.
But each time, He appears as someone who longs for family affection, who did not complete his childhood, and who only has the physical form of an adult.
Satan will not answer His call, because He is both the son of Satan and Satan himself.
The angels sent by God will not distance themselves from them, but will always hope to guide them onto the right path.
"May I call you father?" The question, which he had already asked before, came out of Michael's mouth again.
Before, he seemed like a wounded little animal cautiously testing the sudden warmth.
But now his words are completely devoid of emotion.
Floating out of thin air.
The shadow behind him was half grotesque and demonic, its bat wings raised high.
The smell of sulfur filled half the room, and the air was distorted as if one were in a scorching hell.
The other half is as pure as an angel, with wings tucked in.
A light surpassing that of any precious gem in the world shone brightly in the room, filling it with all the beauty and happiness of humanity.
"Yes." The majestic voice, as clear as water, rang out.
The most exquisite blood-red ruby, unseen in any mortal world, slipped from Michael's azure eyes.
With all his sins.
The smell of sulfur disappeared, and only light remained in the room.
The wooden floorboards creaked as countless vines, flowers, and green grass sprouted.
The Killing House, the mouth of hell, is enveloped in eternal happiness at this moment.
Light streamed down from between the clouds, and a faint, ethereal ladder of light appeared from within it.
The next second, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and dark clouds suddenly appeared.
Crimson once again shone from his azure eyes, and the wings of light that reappeared on his back were tinged with black.
The green plants on the walls and floors withered instantly.
Michael, whose face and body had completely lost their gender characteristics, stepped barefoot onto the ground.
He knelt before Basil, saying, "What I want is not glory."
Basil closed his eyes, the newly appeared Knight Card already in his mind.
Name: Lucifer
[Race: Fallen Angel]
[Health Points: 66~∞]
Your life is connected to the Lord forever.
Spirituality: 666
Luck rating: 6~66
[Family Trait: Fallen Angel]
[Fallen Angel Body: Health +1000, Spirituality +600, Hellfire / Heavenly Fire, Source of Darkness / Source of Light, Demon Monarch / Second-in-Command of Heaven]
Hellfire: Flames that can burn souls.
[Heavenly Fire: A flame that can burn away sin and defilement]
[Source of Darkness: Hell Affinity +50%, making going to Hell as easy as going home]
[Source of Light: Heavenly Affinity +50%, making going to Heaven as easy as coming home]
[Demon Monarch: You are the lord of the demon kingdom. Controlling demons and mastering magic are merely instincts for you.]
[The Second-in-Command of Heaven: You are the leader of all angels; controlling light and dispelling evil is merely instinct for you.]
"Goodness, so you're an angel in heaven and a devil in hell, huh?"
"Hmm! Lucifer?"
Basil suddenly opened his eyes.
The thought that angels have no gender flashed through my mind.
Sure enough, the 'Michael' who appeared in front of him was already curvaceous and possessed a feminine softness.
When you close your eyes, sanctity is inviolable.
But when she opened her eyes, those captivating eyes filled her with unparalleled charm and allure.
"My father." Lucifer raised his eyes, which were glistening with tears.
The words of rebuke that Basil was about to utter vanished instantly. His values denied her change, but Niu Niu wouldn't allow it.
"Cough cough, it's nothing."
A snap of the fingers later, Voldemort's detached state of mind, stemming from his unconventional nature, brought him back to his senses.
Basil regained his composure and extended his right hand.
Long, slender fingers pressed against Lucifer's brow.
A jet-black line flashed by.
——
Laurent yawned loudly.
With eyes half-closed, I lay on the beach, enjoying the cool waves washing over the soles of my feet.
Her olive-colored skin Winky in the sun, as if millions of tiny diamonds were set on it.
I tilted my head slightly, and the cool coconut water rushed into my throat.
Not far away, a metallic glint flashed behind a tall coconut tree, on which the number '3' was clearly written.
Laurent is still in the Abyss of Sin.
Thanks to Victoria, Basil did not make any policy adjustments to Laurent's performance.
Therefore, relying on his tireless vampire body, one percent of the [Dream Fragment] that Laurent, transformed into, the pitch-black Dream Owl, painstakingly collected day and night, became his points.
They used this to exchange for Potions to cure their blood addiction and then transformed the room into a small island by the sea.
That's why Laurent hasn't looked at the fence, now covered by reefs, for a long time.
The dark, metallic-looking floor would always remind him that he was still in prison.
But today, he had to brush off the sand and walk toward the gate that was disguised as a coconut tree.
Because the prison, which used to be empty and seemed to house only him, was now filled with countless cries.
More importantly, those cries were not made by humans, nor by vampires.
Even he, a vampire, couldn't help but tense up upon hearing this.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"According to the rules, no one can enter my cell, not even the warden."
"Besides, it hasn't happened yet."
Thinking this, Laurent walked towards the shady spot under the trees, a place without sunlight but with the salty dampness of the sea breeze and strangely shaped rocks—the fence.
"Holly shit!"
Laurent couldn't help but swear.
A rotting, maggot-infested humanoid; a tall man with a beast-like face and fangs; a twisted figure, as if it had escaped a fire, with cracked skin and dry, sparking eyes; an old man covered in stitches and whose eyes were buttons; a faceless dancer with a graceful figure continuously performing ballet.
The room behind Prison Number 10 is now filled with these things that can hardly be called human.
What chilled Laurent even more was that the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the prison corridor, which should have been deserted.
That was the sound of high heels, so it couldn't be the owner of this prison.
Moreover, as the sound appeared, the howling monsters all fell silent.
That voice was coming towards him!
Laurent held his breath.
He began to feel grateful that he was a vampire, with no heartbeat and no need to breathe.
But he also hated being a vampire, otherwise his skin wouldn't be olive-colored, and he could hide in the shadows as long as he didn't show his big white teeth and eyes, thanks to his racial advantage.
"You're Laurent? Points: 314.4, 23 days in prison."
"Good job, keep it up."
A dignified female voice rang out.
Then the footsteps sounded again.
Laurent mustered her courage and opened her eyes. There stood a tall, blonde woman.
Her skin was as white as snow, and every inch of her body exuded perfection.
Laurent was even more surprised to find that he couldn't muster any evil thoughts at all; his heart was filled with respect and awe.
His body instinctively returned to the beach, and he closed his eyes.
From within the olive-colored, lifeless body, a black owl emerged from the water with a splash.
Regardless, he should get back to work.
In the spacious and pristine white Room 1.
The city is made of bricks and stones, as clear as a mirror and shaped like jade.
Beside the gate made of pearls, on the street that is cast in fine gold and is as clear as glass.
Beneath the Tree of Life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit representing the twelve months, the dignified woman now kneels on one knee.
"You did a great job, adding to the workforce and revitalizing Laurent, who had recently been slacking off."
If Laurent were here, he would be astonished to hear the voice of the prison master, Basil Granger.
"My father," the woman said, touching her chest, "This is what I should do."
"Lucifer, you have opened up new territories for me, fulfilling my dream of this world. I will always be with you."
The voice became much gentler.
"Yes." Lucifer lowered his head even further.
In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, beneath a ceiling shrouded in lightning and dark clouds, amidst the patter of rain, Basil smiled.
Not far away, Cho Chang, mistaking the smile for one directed at him, blushed and unconsciously began stabbing at the fried egg on his plate with his fork.
Cedric, who was about to approach her, stopped.
Across from them, Wood and his group were covered in mud, carrying dripping brooms.
We entered the castle amidst Filch's grumbling.
Harry, the only one whose body was dry, walked toward his mother and was embraced.
Snape, who was watching expectantly from the side, twitched his cheek.
As 'Masaru Kobayashi' was about to enter the Great Hall, he looked like he'd seen a ghost and quickly changed direction to avoid Harry.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione's face tightened, and her cute bunny teeth made a soft, fuzzy sound.
"That's Harry's mother. Nymphadora Tonks is enough."
Hermione lowered her head and couldn't help but step on Basil's foot.
"Ouch," Basil feigned pain, "I was just thinking about a spell."
"What magic?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"That Halilukukupa Ya Ya (HO RO RE CHU CHU PA RE RO)?"
"I don't want to learn such ridiculous spells."
Two small hands, tucked behind her back, twisted together.
"Really?" Basil asked with a smile.
"How come I didn't notice? Someone's eyes were practically glued to it."
"You really want to learn, don't you?"
"Hmph!" Hermione lowered her head, took Basil's hand, and pressed her whole body against it.
"You want to speak like that?" Basil continued to tease.
Hermione rested her head on Basil's shoulder.
"What do you mean? I don't understand," Basil said, feigning ignorance.
The soft body pressed against her instantly became hot, and the little ears between the brown, fluffy hair also began to turn red.
"Ugh, I want to study!"
A muffled, hot sound came from Basil's shoulder.
"Ugh~" Basil with a 'disdain', "Drool, you're drooling."
"Go to hell!" The chubby-faced, rat-toothed little girl suddenly sprang up, straddling Basil's body, grabbing Basil's neck with her two small hands, and began to shake him.
Smiles filled their eyes.
If only time could stand still at this moment.
A sentimental thought flashed through Basil's mind.