Chapter 49 – Pushing the Wall
As soon as Lucifer finished speaking, thunderclouds suddenly gathered outside. The entire Fifth Heaven—no, the entire Heaven—was shrouded in an unprecedented darkness.
The deity on the throne watched everything silently. The cold wind brushed his simple silver robe. The angels' conspiracies unfolded beneath his gaze, and the World Tree shivered in the great cathedral.
The God tilted His head slightly and reached out His hand—a rare gesture of reassurance.
"Are you going to intervene?" The Book of Creation sensed the cold, its pages fluttering across God's lap.
Golden eyes reflected Lucifer, intent on rebellion.
God did not respond.
"Your Highness, everything has been accounted for. Mars Heaven has a total of over 200,000 angels. Except for the 50,000 managed by Vice Commander Uriel, the remaining 150,000 are willing to follow you!" Beelzebub, pointing to the army, grumbled, cursing the Stone-Headed Seat Angels.
"Let them be," Lucifer said, dressed in the robe of a Seraphim. His deep gaze fixed on the dark clouds at the horizon.
"Besides that, we can still count on another 100,000 troops. Your Highness need not worry," Beelzebub said, seeing Lucifer's solemn expression, trying to comfort him.
Heaven's army numbered a million: 20,000 Cherubim, 200,000 Thrones, 50,000 Principalities, 50,000 Powers, 50,000 Virtues, 100,000 Dominions. The remaining angels, though numerous, were mostly of low rank and ineffective in battle. Heaven's main military force always rested with the Thrones and Principalities.
Lucifer held these forces firmly in his hands.
"What shall we do next? Directly assault the Seventh Heaven… or—"
Lucifer withdrew his gaze. The hem of his magnificent robe brushed past Beelzebub's face. He walked to the Throne Angels' table and signed a summons.
"Leave 100,000 Thrones to guard the teleportation array in the Fifth Heaven. Asmodai will remain here to await orders. The rest will follow me to the Moon Heaven."
Beelzebub blinked. "Only 50,000 Thrones?"
Although the angels of Moon Heaven were weaker, it was still the most heavily garrisoned region. Relying on only 50,000 Thrones seemed insufficient. But remembering Uriel was also being watched, he realized Lucifer's plan made sense.
"Shall I summon the main force from Fourth Heaven immediately?"
Lucifer shook his head. "Beelzebub, you must understand, our opponent is not demons—it is our own brethren."
"This is not rebellion, it is reform."
"Angels have the right to know what they are doing. They have their own choice. To blindly enforce change while they remain unaware is not my purpose."
If it were merely about power, why go to such lengths?
He already held the highest rank among Seraphim. Even if Heaven had another descending ruler, Lucifer believed his own strength could guarantee his place.
But what he sought was the glory of the entire angelic race. He wanted them to hold a unique position beneath God—a status no one could casually take away.
What Atalides could not achieve, Lucifer would.
He would prove to God that if anything was eternal, it was the bond between angels and God.
Humans should not intervene.
I am not wrong; my thoughts have never changed.Do not favor me for sharing a brief ideal with me once, only to scold me later.You granted angels unparalleled glory. You gave me everything. I have not forgotten.But must your love cease to endure?
The storms of Mars Heaven whipped against Lucifer's face like bayonets. He gazed at the Highest Heaven, silently muttering:
If you believe I am wrong, come and stop me.Break your promise, and face me.
"Your Highness! Everything is ready!"
Beelzebub's voice brought him back to reality. Lucifer turned to the massive ranks of angels behind him, their eyes flashing with anger and excitement.
Though their emotions burned like fire, Lucifer knew they did not yet understand what awaited them.
Not just the Thrones, but even Beelzebub, Asmodai, and Samyaza—his gaze fell on the black-haired, red-eyed angel.
Did they truly know what they were doing?
Light without reason collapses under the cruelty of war. Without firm conviction, nothing succeeds.
He swept his cold, clear gaze across the restless angelic ranks, gradually bringing them to silence.
"Angels," he declared,"The place we are about to go is not the mortal world, nor Hell. It is Moon Heaven—it is Heaven itself. It is our home!"
Lucifer's words cooled the hot-headed angels. Following the Seraphim's lead, their weapons slackened in their hands.
He saw the flicker of doubt in their eyes, unsurprised, and continued:
"Heaven is our home. Circumstances may force us to use it as a battlefield. Our opponents are none other than our kin, our friends."
"When the battle begins, our home may be destroyed. Fighting against our brethren will create unprecedented suffering. You will doubt. But this is for a greater cause—for a better tomorrow."
Too much emotion is dangerous, yet too much reason is no better.
They were not to fight demons or enforce laws across worlds. They were to undertake an endeavor where failure, doubt, and retreat were not permitted.
In their confusion, he gave them a great, guiding light. They only needed to obey, becoming instruments of cold war, not needing to think of right or wrong—only to trust the command.
He would bear the sins and pain of rebellion.
He walked ahead of the Thrones, issuing orders:
"Protect our home!""Crush the will of humanity!""Protect our home! Crush the will of humanity!"
Beelzebub was amazed. The Thrones' aura had completely changed. No longer ruled by blind rage or later by despair, they now stood resolute, responding loudly to the Seraphim's commands.
Perhaps they did not fully understand what they were doing. It was enough that they knew it was for angels, for Heaven, for glory.
"Your Highness…" Beelzebub realized the difference between him and Lucifer.
It was not only strength or intelligence. From the start, the Seraphim had thought deeper than they could imagine.
They were a group swayed by emotion. What was in Lucifer's heart?
He looked at the radiant figure among the angels, at his furrowed brow, at the Seraphim who could never be truly happy, and could not help but shout with the Thrones:
"Protect our home! Crush the will of humanity!"For the angels, for Heaven… for you.
Lucifer stood atop the clouds of Mars Heaven, staring deeply at Heaven below, as if gazing into the abyss.
When you created Heaven, you built it layer by layer, starting from the First Day.I will follow your steps, from the First Day to the Ninth Heaven.Only then will I have the right to stand and converse with you!
He stood proud against the wind, spreading his wings like a streak of light, leading the angels as they leapt from the clouds.
Night fell on the mortal world. Angels moved en masse, painting the night sky with a breathtaking, deadly display, like starlight.
Demons peeked from Hell, marveling at the unprecedented spectacle above.
With Lucifer leading, the Thrones bypassed the teleportation array and reached Moon Heaven directly.
Moon Heaven was calm, bathed in faint starlight. 50,000 rebel angels landed silently outside the walls. Nothing seemed amiss at first.
Adam was repairing the dismantled wall, keeping his distance from the angels. Suddenly, he noticed the repaired wall glowing again.
"What now?!" a patrolling angel rushed over, angrily demanding.
"How should I know?!" Adam retorted, but saw the angel fly toward the wall, then fall back in shock.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Adam caught him, concerned.
"Outside!" the angel gasped."Outside… it's black, filled with—""Filled with what?!" More angels gathered behind the wall, drawn by the glowing anomaly.
"Too dark to see clearly!" one said, unsure. It didn't feel like demons—but not like anything else either.
"Demons?""Have demons attacked?""No! Not demons! Angels! Angels like us!" Another angel who had climbed down said. "They're Thrones."
"Thrones?" They remembered the Thrones recently sent up and looked at Adam.
"What… what's happening?" Adam felt a chill run down his spine.
"You must have offended the Thrones, now they're coming for you!" the angels teased, unaware of the gravity of the situation.
The lead angel arranged their forces to meet the superior angels at the glowing wall.
"Thrones, please give your orders!" he shouted.
The Throne army stood unmoving. Lucifer stepped forward, his radiant wings strikingly visible in the dark night.
Some angels whispered:"Wait… something's wrong.""Is that… Lucifer?""Wasn't he locked in Mars Heaven by God?""Why is he here?"
Lucifer ignored the open gates, focusing on the wall.
"Samyaza!" he called.
"Yes," Samyaza understood immediately, stepping forward but blocked as expected.
"A Fallen Angel?!"
Why was the Seraph with fallen angels?!
The angels inside glimpsed the black-haired fallen angels and felt a creeping unease, but could not believe it.
"Rebellion?"
Rebellion? Lucifer?
No angel could connect the words.
But it was happening.
Gabriel, absent from Moon Heaven, left ordinary angels in panic. Fear spread rapidly.
Adam felt the tension, staring at the dazzling angel outside the wall. He remembered the cold gaze Lucifer had cast in the great cathedral—one that sent a shiver down his spine.
What do you intend to do?
Samyaza could not pass the light wall—nor could any other. The wall sensed the disobedience outside, denying entry to these rebellious angels.
"Your Highness!" Adam heard a voice from outside, heart racing.
"Adam, I'm scared," Eve held his hand tightly.
"It's fine, Eve. I trust my wall. It will block whatever it deems necessary."
"Is that so, you really think that, Adam?"
Outside, Lucifer's voice was soft and affectionate. Adam's pupils constricted sharply.
The immense angelic power outside flared, reaching the clouds, illuminating the eternal night.
Azure eyes fixed on Adam, exposed in the light.
"Do you still think so now?"
He withdrew his hand, watching humanity's weakness crumble—just as easily as the wall itself.