"This is actually the best choice. When that day in the future comes, I will replace him. There will no longer be enmity between Heaven and Hell, and the endlessly repeating Millennium Blood War will be completely ended. Don't forget one thing: whether Angels or demons, they were all humans when they were alive."
The girl in the dark blue school uniform spoke as she patted the Angels she had created with her own hands. No one knew what method she had used, but after turning the Hands of Creation into Angels, they no longer revived, nor did any new Hands of Creation appear. She continued:
"I don't know about the others, but I know your Cousin's stance. He has always been helping his own kind, because he knows there is strength in numbers, and because everyone needs their own kind. I'm human too. Helping me is the same as helping yourselves."
Those towering, hunched humanoids had now been reborn, turning into winged people one after another.
Yes, the Angels created by Past God—even the minions born from the Angel Rebirth Pool—were all beautiful in appearance, filled with a charm powerful enough to shake the heart.
Some were elegant, some cold and stunning. They had the sort of faces people would never forget after seeing just once.
Yet at the same time, one glance was enough to tell they were not human, because humans could not possibly be so perfect.
But the Angels made by Future God looked somewhat cheaply made, or perhaps simply perfunctory. They resembled ordinary office workers or construction laborers one might see anywhere on the street. Not only were their appearances utterly unremarkable, they had no holy light or any other visual effects around them.
Take the one Deadpool was leaning against, for example. He was