Yahweh had not stepped out of the Grand Cathedral for an entire month, and Lucifer had also remained in Hell for a month.
During this time, every day felt like a year.
Lucifer opened a cabinet in a sleeping hall, revealing a delicate, pure white box inside. His fingers brushed over the barrier forbidding contact; the barrier rippled like water in response to its master and lifted a curse so dire that any fallen angel or demon would suffer unspeakable consequences from it.
An object sealed away for tens of thousands of years finally saw the light of day again.
“Click—”
Lucifer opened the box, and the light within never dimmed, suddenly illuminating the darkened sleeping hall as if it were broad daylight. Its radiance stung Lucifer’s eyes that was long accustomed to darkness. Resting atop soft white velvet was a necklace of dazzling, resplendent gemstones—a treasure of unparalleled rarity.
It had a beautiful name: the Star Necklace.
It was as if God had embedded the stars of the sky into this necklace and bestowed it upon His Morning Star.
Lucifer gazed at it, and for some reason, his fingers trembled slightly. Lifting his black hair, he placed the Star Necklace around his neck once more. Within a few breaths, Lucifer closed his eyes. His pitch-black hair, as dark as the night, began to lighten—strands of sacred gold creeping along the tips, spreading more and more, until the radiance completely replaced the ominous, shadowed hues.
The cabinet’s crystal glass reflected Satan’s form.
For a fleeting moment—
A golden-haired, beautiful angel stood in Hell, his azure eyes filled with endless starlight, brushing away the darkness of eternal night.
His name had once been known across the Three Realms.
But now—
History had buried him, and the newly reborn angels of Heaven had long forgotten his existence—
The First Seraph, Lucifer.
Beneath the palace, the Bottomless Abyss awakened with an enraged growl, warning Satan not to return to the past.
Lucifer’s expression remained calm; his radiant and breathtaking visage bore only a near-indifferent cruelty.
“What are you afraid of? How could I possibly forgive God? I am only going this time… for my beloved.”
Shedding Satan’s black robe, Lucifer donned the snow-white robes of an Archangel. His long, slender legs stepped onto the black crystal floor, radiating an inescapable and forbidden beauty.
He was golden-haired and fair-skinned, adorned with exquisite jewelry, and even the stars paled before the elegance he had commanded for countless ages.
“Bottomless Abyss—don’t you wish for Hell to gain a fallen angel of the Seraph rank?”
Tilting his head slightly, his azure eyes were filled with cold mockery.
In the shadowy darkness beneath his feet, Satan seemed to have closed his eyes in slumber, leaving only his past self bathed in light.
One of the Star Necklace’s greatest powers was its immense divine protection—it could instantly turn a fallen angel into an angel, purifying all filth and corruption.
But the effect lasted only one day.
He had to hurry to Heaven.
On the Stairway to Heaven.
Lucifer ascended the steps. His white cloak concealed most of his face, leaving only golden hair cascading down to his knees, pure and radiant.
For most beings, regardless of their nature, entering Heaven was an ordeal beyond measure.
But to Lucifer, it was never a problem.
If he wished to return, any angel who recognized him would only welcome him with tear-filled reverence, calling him—"Your Highness."
Lucifer had no such desire.
If possible, he would never set foot in Heaven again.
Thus, the Thrones-ranked angel guarding the First Heaven had no idea who he was—only sensing, vaguely, that he was a high-ranking angel.
At the teleportation array of the First Heaven, the Throne Angel sent him there and whispered:
“My lord, I cannot obtain a pass to the Eighth Stellar Heaven. I can only lend you mine—I hope you will return it to me when you come back.”
Lucifer shook his head. After reverting to his angelic form, even his temperament had become much gentler.
“There is no need.”
A golden light flickered at his fingertips—
He activated the teleportation spell to Crystal Heaven.
For any angel ascending to the Ninth Crystal Heaven, no permit was ever required.
This had never changed.
The Throne Angel stood frozen, his mouth unknowingly agape.
“The… The Ninth Heaven?”
That was a realm only Seraphim could enter!
Even a Throne Angel would perish in a short time from the immense spatial pressure!
Then… who exactly had just entered?
Suddenly, the Throne Angel recalled that golden hair that had unsettled his heart and the concealed face beneath the hood.
His eyes widened in shock, whispering:
“Your Highness—”
Who else but him could step into Heaven once more in the guise of an angel, facing God without a trace of fear—even as the Lord of Hell?
A near-silent hum echoed in the stillness of Crystal Heaven.
After tens of thousands of years, a golden-haired angel had once again set foot in the Ninth Heaven.
His cloak slipped from his shoulders, caught in the bend of his arm, revealing his face.
Lucifer’s eyes were as vast as the endless sky, his golden hair brushing against his ears.
The beauty that had enthralled the Three Realms had not changed, an ethereal mirage frozen in time.
The Star Necklace shimmered at his throat, its glow flowing like rippling light, accentuating his flawless skin.
He was indescribably beautiful.
Lucifer gazed toward the towering Grand Cathedral in the distance, parting his lips to utter a name:
“Yahweh.”
Inside the Great Cathedral.
God’s pupils constricted—
A violent surge of emotion shattered the divine indifference in His eyes.
Lucifer had come to Crystal Heaven for Yahweh?
And that form—
God’s gaze landed on Lucifer’s golden hair and azure eyes, and the cold heart of the Divine trembled in pain, sharp as needles.
He reached out His right hand—
Back then, it was He who had cast Lucifer down from Heaven.
Since then, Lucifer had ceased to exist.
The world knew only Lucifer, who hated God.
Even the Book of Genesis was shaken by Satan’s audacity.
“God, Lucifer is truly devoted to Yahweh.”
God quickly suppressed His emotions, speaking coldly:
“He is doing this on purpose.”
He was deliberately provoking Him!
Had it not been for some ulterior motive, Lucifer would never have reclaimed his former self.
How was this any different from tearing open an old wound?
The Book of Genesis fell silent.
Lucifer was, in many ways, God’s forbidden subject.
All of Heaven was forbidden from speaking of him.
History had erased him, as if that fateful Genesis Celebration had never happened.
But the Book of Genesis knew—
Lucifer’s proud figure had always been imprinted in God’s heart.
It was guilt.
It was helplessness.
God had given Lucifer the best of everything—
And had also given Lucifer the worst of everything.
The Book of Genesis quietly recorded:
“Will You return Yahweh to him?”
Bathed in holy light, God ran His hand over His abdomen, silver hair cascading to the floor, cold and sorrowful as moonlight.
“He’s wearing that necklace—”
The Book of Genesis was puzzled.
God repeated,
“He wore it… to come to Me.”
No matter what it was—
No matter what wish he had—
If it was within God’s power,
He would grant it to Lucifer.
That had been the promise He made all those years ago.
He never expected Lucifer to know.
When Lucifer pushed open the heavy doors of the Great Cathedral, pure divine power lingered in the air.
His gaze swept over the empty Throne of God, and he sneered—
As expected, God refused to see him.
Then, his eyes lit up in surprise.
By the edge of the Holy Pool, a silver-haired angel stood—pure, serene, and cold.
“Yahweh!”
Lucifer embraced the angel he had lost and regained.
Yahweh leaned against his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against Lucifer’s neck, and murmured softly, “Lucifer, why are you here? And in this angelic form—”
Lucifer smiled faintly. “If I didn’t take this form, I wouldn’t be able to enter Heaven.”
While they were exchanging love and affection, the Book of Genesis hid inside the Holy Pool, too afraid to come out.
It desperately wanted to scold God for being so unreasonable.
—If you’ve got the guts, then try falling in love in your true identity!
Lucifer didn’t dare linger in the Great Cathedral for too long either, lest God’s patience run out. Holding Yahweh close, he said, “Let’s go to the Stellar Heaven. This isn’t a good place to talk.”
Yahweh rested in his embrace and softly hummed, “Mhm.”
After they left—
A chilling aura swept through the Great Cathedral.
From the sentient Cathedral itself to the barely conscious Holy Pool, everything was paralyzed.
—God… have You finally favored Lucifer to the point… that You gave Yourself away?
The Book of Genesis climbed out of the Holy Pool, dripping wet.
“Sigh, heartless.”
Staring at the empty Throne of God, it had no choice but to fly over and use the divine light God had left behind, disguising His presence.
At the teleportation array of the Eighth Stellar Heaven—
The guards were stunned to see His Highness Yahweh return.
Yahweh walked straight toward his palace, his gaze unwavering.
Beneath the cover of his sleeve, his fingers quietly curled—intertwining with Lucifer’s, who remained invisible.
Along the way, the number of Throne Angels greeting Yahweh had multiplied many times over.
Their eyes gleamed with admiration and reverence, as nearly all of them knew—His Highness Yahweh had resided in the Great Cathedral for a whole month.
—The supreme favor.
Yet, Yahweh paid them no mind.
He was preoccupied—thinking about how to break the news of his pregnancy.
—The child was a demigod.
There was no way to hide it.
He tried to imagine a few possible scenarios—
The First Scenario.
[Lucifer, I’m pregnant.]
[That’s wonderful! Come to Hell and rest.]
[…]
The Second Scenario.
[Lucifer, I’m pregnant. Can you… accept that the child has divine blood?]
[…]
[Lucifer?]
[You’re… pregnant with God’s child?]
Yahweh stumbled mid-step, horrified by how terrifyingly realistic this scenario sounded.
If he said the child was a demigod, Lucifer would most likely assume he had been with God and that—
He had put a green hat on Lucifer. (T/N: "Green hat" is a Chinese idiom for infidelity.)
“Careful.”
Lucifer gently steadied him, his arm naturally wrapping around Yahweh’s waist, his palm pressing against his lower abdomen.
Yahweh suddenly felt a stomachache.
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Yahweh’s inner drama just keeps rolling—23333 (T/N: "23333" is a Chinese internet slang for laughter, like "LOL")
But he doesn’t dare imagine the worst scenario:
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[Lucifer, I’m pregnant.]
[That’s wonderful! Come to Hell and rest.]
[But…]
[What?]
[Can you accept… my other identity, Lucifer?]
[Yahweh?]
[I have… another identity. I am God.]
[…]
In an instant, the Eighth Stellar Heaven erupted in thunder and lightning, as a storm of darkness raged forth.