Healing System

"It certainly has not been your weekend, has it, Archangel Mikhail?" An annoying voice rang out from the side.

"You know how it is, once or twice an eon is the usual time for shit to go wrong," Mikhail remarked with a chuckle before narrowing his eyes. "But I'm surprised you were the one to betray me, Gabriel."

"I'm under strict orders by the—"

Mikhail cut him off. "By the Seraphim? Like they matter anymore."

"Mikhail, I understand your frustrations; however, look at it from my perspective," Gabriel said, furrowing his brows. "If I don't do what I'm told, then I'll die."

"You won't die, you fucking idiot," Mikhail lashed out. "How many times do I have to tell you? I've removed the binding agent from your brain many years ago. No one can control you now."

Despite those words, the oblivious Archangel Gabriel shook his head. "I don't trust you."

"You were like a child to me, Gabriel. I am the one who should be shocked by this situation the most, yet you say you don't trust me?" Mikhail remarked with disbelief. "I was the one who put all my trust in you, I was also the one who agreed to come out to this sketchy location in the first place."

Yet, as Mikhail looked around, the only ones to greet his sight were a bunch of Fallen Angels and demons, threatening to kill him at any moment.

Each one was as strong as a high-ranked Angel, meaning if he were to fight them all out, they'd die quite easily.

Why? He was much stronger than them.

Even Gabriel himself did not stand a chance, as a mere Tier 17 was something Mikhail could squash like a bug.

After all, being Tier 19 himself, he had seen a lot of the world, and the only ones who could rival him were the Seraphim.

He had picked Gabriel up back when he was still a Tier 2 and raised him to become the perfect angel.

However, some time down the line, one of the Seraphim interjected and extended their influence onto Gabriel, making him do certain tasks which did not befit the status of an angel.

Mikhail tried his best to get him out of them, and eventually, he did.

He made Gabriel an Archangel, the peak of all angels.

A Deity.

Yet that same Deity, his own creation, started an uprising against him.

"Why must you be so naive? Can you at least tell me which of the Seraphim wants to kill me?"

Gabriel shook his head. "I cannot. I apologize."

However, that made Mikhail even angrier, and he gently floated backward.

And as he did, the mana from the black hole finally came into contact with him.

It was volatile, sure. However, by no means was it anywhere close to killing him, or even harming him.

If anything, it tickled.

"Is this your great plan? A mana-infused black hole, Gabriel?" Mikhail scoffed at the attempt before raising his hand.

As he did, the entire space around them, millions of kilometers in diameter, soon lit up with a golden light.

And in the very next moment, a halo appeared atop Mikhail's head, shining brightly and even accidentally killing all the demons present.

"Whoops," Mikhail remarked. "You had it coming, though, don't you think? Sanctuary works wonders in an open field, and no one can even attempt to stop me. How amusing, don't you think?"

His words rang through the open space, yet none of the pursuers could move.

They were all frozen in fear, including Gabriel himself.

"Afraid as you might be, there are consequences to your actions, and from what I've come to know, you should have been aware of my strength, dear Gabriel," Mikhail said, narrowing his eyes. "So why? Why take this risk knowing you will die?"

"I apologize, I can't tell you," Gabriel exclaimed through bated breaths, and Mikhail, who had finally lost patience, decided to simply do what any normal person would.

"I did not want to do this to you children, however, I do not appreciate attempts on my life."

With the last of his words, he suddenly clenched his hand, and immediately, the black hole, followed by every single person present, contorted, dying the cosmic void around them in red.

Especially Gabriel, who had killed himself even before Mikhail could deliver the final reckoning.

It was truly comical. To think an archangel would simply betray his own beliefs and disappear with the assistance of another archangel.

Obviously, Mikhail was the top brass of the army, with only Uriel matching him.

Even then, her strength relied on her intellect, while his was in raw power.

I need to erase the evidence, Mikhail thought before expanding his Sanctuary further, covering an even greater distance, until eventually, he reached the maximum of what he could.

"Delete," he said plainly, and in the very next moment, the entire space turned black, with no colors existing anywhere.

The stars, worlds, and everything else within a billion-kilometer radius were disintegrated in an instant, leaving only a black void that oozed lifelessness.

"It's a pity," Mikhail remarked inwardly before shooting a glance upward. "It's a pity you did not save him."

A figure floated around; it was the same Seraphim Mikhail had seen back in the original Garden of Eden.

It was also the same one who turned Adam and Eve into demons, and his best friend into a tool it began calling Cain.

"Why would I?" The Seraphim asked with an amused look, floating down to Mikhail's level. "There's only so much a pawn can accomplish; why must I limit myself?"

"Knowing your limits is what makes you go past them, I suppose," Mikhail remarked ironically. "Though I don't appreciate you using Gabriel like that."

"Like what? Like the pawn he is?" The Seraphim taunted.

Yet those taunts did not work on Mikhail.

By now, he could say he lived forever.

The relationship between him and Gabriel was like a blink of the eye; time did not matter much in the very end.

But still.

It does sting a little...

"I assume your name is Lucifer, right?" Mikhail asked. "Or am I wrong?"

"You aren't," The Seraphim, Lucifer, chuckled. "I'm surprised you were able to find out my identity since no one even knew I existed in heaven."

"Indeed, you were a pain in the ass to track down; even when I did, I couldn't do much to that demonic realm you had made," Mikhail said. "But of course, killing you is what would fix everything, would it not?"

"Fix everything?" Lucifer stated with sheer amusement. "You disintegrated their souls, each and every Archangel aside from the selected few are dead. Heaven has fallen, Mikhail. You need to accept it and let go." He leaned in closer. "Join me."

"Join you? Are you out of your mind? What would I get for joining you?" Mikhail asked. "We angels are not under the influence of God anymore since someone happened to kill him."

But, of course, Mikhail had his own suspicions of who it could have been.

"The old man, huh?" Lucifer reminisced. "He was quite kind to me back when time began flowing, though I can't say the kindness lasted long."

Noticing the growing fury from Lucifer, Mikhail tilted his head. "God is impartial, and it sounds to me like you are accusing him of doing something to you."

"He burned my wings and created an entirely new race called the Seraphim," Lucifer explained, stretching out his wings and shocking Mikhail. "These flames never go out as they were made by God himself. The other Seraphim have likely lost their minds after he died; as for me, I'm peachy."

"Peachy is an interesting word for an entity such as yourself to go around killing innocents," Mikhail remarked before summoning a small, yet incredibly compact golden sword. "Shall we fight it out, or do you wish to simply hand over your head?"

"Neither, Mikhail," Lucifer shook his head. "I've only come here to watch Gabriel die since now, I have everything I ever wanted."

At those words, Lucifer pulled out some sort of orb from his wings.

It was completely white in color; however, the mana it emanated was intense.

So intense, it felt like Mikhail was standing before God himself.

"That's..."

"God's mana core," Lucifer finished. "I honestly didn't expect him to have one, considering he was labeled as a perfect being and all." He trailed off, a wide grin appearing on his face. "But it seems like God was just a slightly stronger fraud. I wish he was still alive so I could butcher him myself."

"Weren't you the one who killed him?" Mikhail asked warily, not knowing what Lucifer planned on doing with God's mana core.

"Those are some serious accusations, Mikhail," Lucifer chuckled before growing serious. "But you are mistaken. I was not present during the time God died, and neither were the other Seraphim. We were all out on a mission assigned personally by God himself."@@novelbin@@

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"Do you seriously expect me to believe you?" Mikhail asked skeptically, but Lucifer's grin only grew wider.

And the next words made Mikhail freeze in place.

"What if I told you God killed himself?"