Chapter 97 Yahweh
God loves mankind,
but no matter how many times it happens, it's the same,
humanity will still fall,
it's an incurable race.
—Excerpt from Hell's *Demon King's Diary*.
The struggle between darkness and light did not cease with the destruction of the world. The battle atop the Ark was merely the prologue. Messiah decided to no longer wait for Hell's provocation.
"The lifespan of people on earth is far shorter than in the past," the Holy Son said while proofreading human records. "Not only humans, but everything is like this."
"The world is losing His love," he said. "Hell is foolish, yet it cannot make all beings swallow the bitter pill."
But there's no point in arguing with God anymore. A trace of worry flashed in Messiah's light-colored eyes.
Because it has proven to be no good solution.
"Humanity must be guided, led onto the right path."
The Heavenly Father grew increasingly cold and unpredictable. Something had to be done, the crumbling situation had to be reversed—this time there was an Ark, but not every time.
"I observe that Hell has become more restrained," the Archangel said.
The Messiah's gaze turned cold: "They've simply become more cautious out of fear."
"What do you intend to do?" Enoch asked him.
…
Haneya quietly emerged from behind the pillar. Edna, seeing the two figures had gone, asked in confusion.
"Why were you avoiding them?"
"I wanted to hear what they were saying," Hania said. "Since then, God has never summoned us again."
"Only Enoch can enter the Great Cathedral."
"So?" Are you jealous, Hania? Edna mocked him inwardly.
"Didn't you hear what they were saying?" Hania said, looking quite displeased. Edna became even more certain of her boss's petty jealousy and deliberately ignored him.
"His Highness the Messiah said he would guide humanity?"
"No, that!" Hania glared at her, thinking Edna had become stupid.
"The world is losing His love," he said solemnly.
A single tear from God eradicated the world's sinful souls, but that tear also seemed to have taken away God's last lingering affection for the mortal realm.
"From then on, he seemed poised to sit in the Great Cathedral forever, indifferent to everything happening in the Three Realms."
Edna's teasing expression vanished, and she said softly, "Because we did a terrible job."
"That's wrong. We have to find a way to bring God out of the Nine Heavens."
The female angel was visibly surprised. "Why?"
"You can't force God out of his temple. If he doesn't want to… don't anger him anymore."
"If anger can make him come out of there—" Hania said indignantly, "Why punish ourselves for their sins when we haven't done anything wrong?"
"You think God is punishing himself?" Edna looked at him incredulously.
Hania pursed his lips, blinking hard to wipe away the nearly formed diamonds of tears welling in his eyes. He walked past his subordinates, who completely failed to understand his superior's intentions, and headed towards the Grand Cathedral.
He came almost every day, but today his resolve was stronger than ever. He wasn't sure God would see him, but he was still prepared to try.
But to his surprise, God granted his request today.
"Your diamonds will fill my temple," the Creator said calmly from above his throne.
Hanya watched his tears transform into starlight in God's hands, his face flushing slightly.
"It's because you always refuse to see me," he said, feeling aggrieved.
"Your question is meaningless."
Before Hania could utter a single word, God had already answered the crux of his question.
It was always like this; conversations with God were utterly pointless.
God could always easily silence anyone he wanted to, but Haniya wasn't going to comply this time. He had finally seen God's way—
"Are you afraid of the world?"
The golden eyes looked at him coldly, unmoved by his provocation.
"It's meaningless," He repeated.
Haniya's eyes welled with tears; he could feel the stinging pain in his eyes. He never liked to cry, because crying was a painful experience for him, but this time he was grateful for this talent.
He felt that God's gaze on him was no longer so cold, because of his tears.
"I cannot leave Heaven," he said, looking into the holy light, "They say it's because of Your command."
God beckoned him to His side, and Haniya obediently knelt before His Father.
"There's someone below who looks just like me, I know," he felt the pressure of the god stroking his hair. "I don't care."
He sniffed, then earnestly raised his head and said, "I don't care whose substitute you see me as."
'Because you once said that from the moment of my birth, I was unique, and I've always remembered that.'
Golden eyes gazed intently at the angel below, watching him display an innocent, carefree smile.
Haniya disliked crying, so he amplified the emotional expression of laughter. He seemed to believe that the louder the laugh and the wider the curve of his lips, the less likely he was to cry.
This made him look somewhat foolish.
"I've never truly seen this world," the foolish angel revealed a sly smile, "but I dare say you are just like me."
The god already knew what he was up to, but still raised an eyebrow at his audacity. Ultimately, however, his heart softened. www.www.com.com
"You can leave Heaven," God released him from his restraint.
"But I want to go with you to see this world."
"That's not a good thing," God said, "and it won't change anything."
"Why can't we try?" Hania grasped God's robe, as if pleading.
"You've always been in this highest heaven, like a frail old man."
"You look at this world, but you've never truly entered it."
'What difference is there between you and me?'
Hearing Hania's heartfelt words, God's heart wavered slightly. He let the angel go out first.
"Do you agree?"
"Go and wait outside until I have seen the Messiah."
God's attitude was many times more lenient than before; he was even willing to actively summon the Messiah! Although Hania didn't know why he wanted to see the Holy Son at this time, it didn't stop him from feeling overjoyed.
He hummed a hymn happily outside the cathedral. Soon, the Messiah arrived swiftly, his movements fluid and graceful, yet he stopped just before Hania.
"Your Holiness, Son,"
The Messiah gazed at the face so strikingly similar to Lucifer's, gave a curt reply, and said nothing more. He strode towards the cathedral.
His expression remained solemn and composed, but Hania could still sense his urgency and unease.
(You provided the author, Danmu's, [Hebrew Mythology]: The arduous journey of a world's creation.)