Angel Realm

The governor of the second heaven is Raphael, one of the imperial archangels.He is in charge of the air element among the four elements, and his cheerful, lively and energetic image penetrates into the hearts of every angel.He is the ruler of the angels of strength. In later generations, the angels of strength led by him are hailed as the virtues of gods. They are the best friends of heroes and unremitting fighters. They give courage to the righteous who suffer. As the performers of miracles, angels of strength They always let believers see their heroic and unshakable power.

But in the Mercury sky under his command, there is an angel's prison, which is one of the coldest places in the heaven, and it is also the place that angels don't want to approach except the angel prison on the fifth day.

In fact, the Internment House, like the rest of the Celestial World, is well designed and beautifully built.There are pure white marble, brilliant gold powder decoration, colorful glass windows, exotic and precious gemstones, and handmade printed and dyed carpets.But here there is no laughter, no singing, and even, no wind.The divine radiance that was supposed to illuminate the world made this place pale and empty, lifeless and lacking in vitality.

When Gabriel came here, there were also several angels who were undergoing confinement, but he did not feel any vitality and hope of life.

Raphael seemed to dislike this place very much. Although it was established on his territory, he had never stepped into it before, and now he was frowning all the way in order to bite the bullet for Gabriel.

At this time, the sins of the angel's fall were unimaginable, and the confinement room rarely held angels who had committed serious crimes and needed to be punished, so the torture room here was clean and tidy like a museum of torture instruments.

The clean environment seemed to make Rafael feel better.

"Al, this must be the only time I've ever willingly entered here."

He tried his best to speak in a joking tone, but his voice trembled a little.Emotionally speaking, he didn't want to see Gabriel being performed such a ceremony with his own eyes, but as a healing angel, he could best help him by accompanying Gabriel at this time.

Gabriel was once one of the most noble angels in the heavens, but his self-esteem did not allow him to show his embarrassment to angels other than his friends.He had thought that this arrangement was due to the blessing of his father, but the reality seemed to be going from the worst to the worse the moment Lilith left.

Here comes Lucifer, with an oracle, unstoppable.

He had not recovered from a serious illness, his face was pale, and he sat in a gorgeous sedan chair made of pure gold that matched his own gold, and came to Mercury Sky's confinement room.Contrary to his frailty, there was, as always, aloof arrogance.

Lucifer, the Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven, came as a supervisor to show the importance and care of God the Father.

Raphael was furious but couldn't drive him out of his territory. Seeing his own powerlessness, his anger turned into sorrow, and he stood numbly in the corner.

"Lucifer, I beg you," Michael said from disbelief when he saw Lucifer at first, to despair because of the calm and arrogant mocking expression on the vice-lord's face. He stared at Lucifer for a long time, this In charge of the fire element, the warrior known as the most upright archangel in the heavens bowed his head humblely for the first time, "Reserving the last dignity for Al."

Lucifer didn't seem to understand what he meant, and his attitude towards Michael was as gentle as before, "Oh, dear Michael, isn't it Gabriel's greatest honor to come here as the special envoy of God the Father? Is it?"

"Lucifer!" Raphael couldn't help shouting, his eyes were red.

"Thank you Father God." Gabriel lowered his eyes, his tone was pious, and his expression was still the most faithful and firm of the angels' faith. "Michael, let's begin."

Lucifer smiled viciously.Raphael was both angry and nervous, but luckily Lucifer waved off his followers.Perhaps it was because Gabriel was once equal to him after all, so he didn't suffer greater humiliation.

The first step in downscaling is a change in appearance.The most intuitive sign of the ninth rank of angels is the number of wings. As the only two tangible seraphs, Lucifer and Gabriel have the most enviable six pairs of wings.Usually Gabriel only showed three pairs at most for convenience, but as a symbol of status and honor, Lucifer liked to show it off from time to time.

Gabriel removed his coat, and the sleeveless silk shirt and shorts that didn't reach his knees made him look thin and emaciated.Raphael stood at a loss, trying to force himself to watch him all the time but couldn't help but look away. Michael seemed to have been hit by something, and his face was blank. Only Lucifer was engrossed in watching him, relishing it as if adding Bailie was not about to receive the punishment, but was dancing.

Although Gabriel was not dancing, his movements were natural and graceful, without any embarrassment or embarrassment.With his own calmness, he slowly walked up to the high execution platform, and knelt down with his back to them.

Raphael watched helplessly as his straight legs, which had always been kneeling only because of his faith, slowly bent down.As soon as his clean and white knees hit the white marble countertop, a black metal buckle automatically locked his slender ankles and knee sockets.Accompanied by the sound of the metal chain being dragged, the claw-shaped instrument of torture engraved with the pattern of a little angel hangs down from the top, and is accurately buckled into Gabriel's shoulder, locking his beautifully shaped shoulder blades tightly.And his hands were also suspended by the chains hanging from the roof.

Raphael couldn't feel any heartache at this moment, and just stared blankly at Gabriel's white clothes that were instantly stained red with blood.He has never thought of Gabriel since he was born, or in other words, their creation angels will have such a day, as if this blood-stained desolation is not that angel, but all the honor they have been proud of .

Even though Father God has been ignoring them for so many years, this is the first time that such superficial and substantive punishment has been given, and the first time was Gabriel.His heart, which had never been eroded by darkness, even raised some kind of conspiracy theory—Lilith was the bait.

The torture chamber seemed quieter than the prayer room.

Gabriel didn't seem to feel any pain, and Raphael's feeling of despair did not appear on his face. Although his figure was thin, he was still tall and straight, and blood gurgled from the wound on the collarbone and shoulder. The most noble blood in the heavens is light golden because of its huge divine power.

The torture chamber is filled with strong sacred power.While feeling distressed, Raphael felt his spirits shake, and Lucifer took a deep breath as if smelling the mellow wine.He didn't hide it at all, and even said that the exaggerated behavior made Raphael's face turn paler. Michael seemed to finally come back to his senses, and gave Lucifer a cold look and hurried towards the tortured angel.

"It's a bit of a waste." Lucifer seemed to be talking to himself, but the voice was so loud that Raphael could hear him clearly.If it wasn't for the last rational reminder that he would have to help Al heal later, he would definitely go over and beat the bastard.

Michael's face was expressionless but his movements were very gentle. He gently stroked Gabriel's thin shoulders with his broad and thick palms, wanting to give his brother some courage and support.

Gabriel's body was trembling slightly, as if unable to bear the heavy pressure, he lowered his head slightly, his long blue hair flowing down like water, revealing his slender and slender neck.He bent down, and the wings on his back slowly began to take on the full appearance it should have.

Just like the elegance of a lily in full bloom, the huge wing bones unfold one by one slowly, each piece of light and white feathers neatly stacked to create a thick sense of layering, and the bright blue light spots shown by the divine power are attached and jumping, appearing continuously and endlessly. stop annihilation.After the six pairs of wings are fully unfolded, they occupy almost half of the space in the torture chamber, and the tip of the top pair of wings has already touched the roof.Gabriel is like a butterfly emitting the last light, beautiful and fragile, the huge angel wings that symbolize honor make his body look thinner and helpless.

The shackles began to absorb the strength in his body to reduce the difficulty of cutting off the wing bones, and Gabriel shivered in an arc that only Michael who touched his body could feel.

The origin of the angel's power is connected to its soul. Although it can be recovered after a long period of cultivation, the damage and pain are very great.

Raphael no longer cared about Lucifer at this time, and focused on every move on the execution platform.He couldn't see Gabriel's face, so he could only judge his situation by observing Michael's expression.But at this moment, Michael had no emotion on his face, as if he was performing an innocuous task.

Lucifer's golden pupils seemed to slacken for a moment, and then narrowed slightly, staring at the pair of wings held by Michael.

It was the top pair of six pairs of wings. After the two wing bones were spread out, it was almost twice the height of Gabriel. Near the root of the bone was about four palms wide and connected to the second pair of wings.

This is one of the highest honors bestowed upon him by God the Father.

And this glory is now being hooked section by section by the silver hooks hanging down section by section from the top of the torture chamber.The hook passes through the flesh around the wing bone, locks the skeleton and tightens continuously.

Gabriel's body was pulled upwards, and the pair of wings were stretched and tightened, the bright red liquid almost splashed out, dyeing the pure white feathers blood red.

Michael knew the steps to be carried out but had never implemented them. He was not prepared at all, and the bleeding was profuse and sudden, splashing him all over from his face.

Raphael covered his mouth and almost whimpered. He couldn't bear to watch anymore, and turned his head away to cry silently.

Gabriel's trembling finally turned into convulsions that could not be suppressed even with great willpower. His bare feet curled up in pain, blood oozes from the chained ankles and wrists due to friction, and the muscles in his back began to tear. Cracked, the originally self-supporting kneeling posture has collapsed weakly.His head drooped deeply, and his long blue hair fell to the ground, falling into the pool of blood beneath him.

But Gabriel still endured the convulsions, some muscles convulsed instinctively, and his whole body was not shaken even though it was weak.Moreover, he has not made a single sound so far.

Michael held a gorgeous short knife, staring at the part where the first pair of wings connected to the second pair of wings, he hesitated for a moment, and then stuck the blade on it.

A muffled moan sounded in the execution room.

Not Gabriel's, but Raphael's.

He finally forced himself to look.The sharp short knife was protected by the supreme divine power of the father, and it cut into the wings effortlessly.

The wings began to separate. At this time, there was surprisingly little blood, allowing Raphael to clearly see the cut flesh, muscles and bones. The pain seemed to spread to him because of his vision. Gabriel didn't make a sound, but he felt that if If you don't cry out, you will pass out from the pain.

He was groaning over Gabriel's pain.That is not real physical pain, but the resonance from the soul.Perhaps because the seven of them are the longest-lived brothers born at the same time, or perhaps because they share the same origin, they are one from beginning to end.

Michael's face was pale, and he trembled at this moment.He may have the same feelings as Raphael, but as an executor, he is experiencing greater torture.

The knife only cut halfway and stopped. He knew that he had to continue to shorten Al's pain, but his fingers didn't listen to him at all.

The execution room seemed to have been quiet for a long time, and Lucifer suddenly asked as if impatient, "Why don't you continue? If you can't, why don't you let the hall do it for you."

Michael gritted his teeth tightly, and Raphael flew up and was about to pounce on him.

"Michael, it's okay, please continue." Gabriel's weak voice sounded softly, still revealing the usual calm and gentle, the tortured encouraged the torturer.

Raphael was both glad and sad to see that Gabriel still had a clear mind.It might be easier for him if he could pass out, but such strength is the Gabriel he respects the most.

He will get through it, Raphael can only pray silently in his heart that he can get through it.

Michael finally calmed down, and the dagger continued to cut in.The rest of Gabriel's wings curled up due to the pain, only the locked pair hung in the air in a deformed posture, all the connected flesh had been cut open, exposing the white bones on the back.

Gabriel was drenched in blood at this moment, his body drooping, like a completely broken puppet.

Raphael heard a crisp sound, the sound of the wing bone breaking, once, twice.

The pair of wings, which were admired and represented honor, finally separated completely from Gabriel's body, leaving only deep wounds and pain on the body that sank a little.

Raphael couldn't care about anything else, and released a warm healing light while running towards Gabriel.

Michael was covered in blood, his expression was numb, and his eyes were dull.The chains holding the wing bones were undone at some point, and the wings, whose original appearance could no longer be seen clearly, shrunk into a bloody mess, and he held them in his hand like this.

"Good job." Lucifer applauded appreciatively, then waved to Michael, "Dear Michael, please give me your wings, I must return to God the Father."

Michael walked towards him stiffly, the things in his hands were still dripping with blood, and he stepped on a bloody footprint with every step he took.

It was the blood of his dearest and most respected brother, and he was the executioner who executed it himself.

Looking at the smiling face of Lucifer, he suddenly figured out a lot of things. Things got out of hand after he put the vice lord into the Garden of Eden. All the mistakes started from him.

"Your Highness Lucifer," Michael finally stood in front of him, holding the wet and heavy blood wings in both hands, and said to him, "Please leave as soon as possible."

An era is ending, and a new era is about to begin.