[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

If one day you could meet God, what questions would you ask Him?

No matter what other people may ask, Tony at this moment just wants to ask one question, that is why the earth has become like this, even if superheroes are running all over the ground, even if aliens are running all over the ground, everyone lives. Well done, why did a bunch of angels and demons suddenly fly out and start apocalypse vigorously.

But God did not give him the answer, or in other words, God himself does not know the answer.

The Creator writes down the characters, and their fate is no longer simply under his control, but like a boat in the waves, it is beaten up and down, sometimes even deviated from the course, and it takes several twists and turns to reach the final destination.

He just healed everyone's injuries, then sat down on a chair, and listened to the suddenly stiff heroes asking common and uncommon questions one after another.Only a few heroes with special backgrounds are exempt from this sense of pilgrimage. Superman believes in the god Rao, while Wonder Woman and Thor stand aside.

When several archangels returned to the base, they saw the elders all pretending to be relaxed and doing their own things, but in fact they frequently glanced at a corner.And their heavenly father, who likes to preach, is sitting in that corner, telling the young heroes the stories of the past, in a sense, it is the dark history of angels.

Lucifer, who was already dissatisfied with his father, made a bad face on the spot, and even Gabriel showed a strange look on his face. Only Phoebe remained calm, secretly glad that he left heaven early and left no legends in the world.

At this moment, Chuck saw them, and his expression changed slightly.

At this moment, it seemed that he was not an omnipotent heavenly father, but a father who owed something in front of his children.

Summoning the angels to his side, Chuck healed Lucifer's wounds, and then everyone else present, under Lucifer's furious glare.

Before everyone spoke, he said first: "I know what you are going to ask, my previous decision was wrong, and I should take my own responsibility."

The crowd was in an uproar.

......

Fighting the dark was different than anyone thought.

Heavenly Father's admission of his own mistakes is still the giant bomb that knocks all the superheroes and angels upside down, and even Darkness himself.

God led the people to fight against her, saying it was a fight, but in fact it turned into a confession meeting between the two brothers and sisters.

After receiving the apology and confession from the heavenly father, Amara retreated on her own, and her eyes towards everyone became extraordinarily gentle.At that moment, she no longer seemed to be destroyed, but became like her brother created.

Witnessing the whole process made Phoebe even more convinced that she was on the right path—you see, even the Heavenly Father has acknowledged his own love, so what's so special about an angel's love?

On the third day after the "big war", Peter nervously held Phoebe's hand, standing outside God's door, not daring to go in.

Phoebe had no choice but to drive him to train with the captain and the others, and walked into the room by himself.

God Chuck is playing chess with his three sons. Lucifer seemed to have regretted a move just now, and now he is staring at his father with his eyes fixed on his face. You can do whatever you want, and I can do whatever you want. If you regret the game, you will regret it. What's wrong?

Chuck was so dazed by the son who had just reconciled for a long time. When he saw Phoebe pushed the door in, he seemed to see a savior. He snapped his fingers and teleported his daughter to the table from more than ten meters away. .

Phoebe adapted well to her old father's behavior, and even took the time to observe the expressions of several brothers - Lucifer was rebellious, Gabriel was helpless, Cassidio was out of shape - "So, family gathering, huh?"

"Where's your little boyfriend?" Lucifer didn't answer her words, "I clearly sensed his existence, why didn't I dare to bring him in for my dad to see?"

Phoebe: "..."

Can you speak?No, can you, an angel, speak?Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!

She gritted her teeth with hatred, but the words of Lord Satan had already been thrown out, so naturally there was no reason to take them back.All the bosses in the room suddenly looked in this direction, and even the most obedient Cassidio showed curious eyes.Among all the angels, this little angel has the deepest bond with humans except for Phoebe, who has always had a feeling of sympathy for him.

She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Chuck who spoke suddenly.

"Get out," God said very gently but unquestionably.Of course, he is Lord of All, and the word "please" does not exist in his dictionary.

Lucifer let out a sneer on the spot, and was immediately dragged away by the family peacemaker Gabriel, followed by Cassidio obediently.Three angels came out of the room like humans, and the last one to leave cast a sympathetic look and closed the door.

Phoebe was a little confused by the sympathetic look, but she was always bold in front of her heavenly father, and she just felt a little embarrassed when this happened, and she had no idea that she might be punished.

As a result, the first sentence God said to the old man almost made her jump out of the chair.

"I want to see him." Chuck raised his fingers and propped up his chin, his eyes were deep and his tone was steady, like the sea before a storm.

Subconsciously, Phoebe began to confront him: "You are the heavenly father, you can do anything you want, let alone meet a person? In heaven, your word is the ultimate will; on earth, your eyes I'm afraid I can see more clearly the fate of every ordinary person in the world."

For a conversation with Heavenly Father, this tone can be said to be particularly unkind.

But Chuck didn't get angry, not only didn't get angry, he even smiled.When he spoke again, the cold question receded like a tide. At this moment, the Heavenly Father was no longer the omnipotent Creator, but just a father who even seemed a little embarrassed in front of his daughter.

"Not that kind of 'meeting,'" he said earnestly, "I want to sit down with him face to face and talk like a man, as a father, as a protector. There is something I must confess to you, Raziel , when I teach you that I want children—angels, humans, and everything else—to live in harmony and love each other, I mean love as a family, not like this."

"It's you who made us love humans, 'All angels should protect and love humans as I protect and love them,'" Phoebe retorted.

It wasn't that she couldn't detect what her father was saying, she just pretended to be puzzled.

Sure enough, Chuck didn't answer right away, but stared at her with those knowing eyes.It took him a while to continue: "Love all human beings, not just one of them."

Phoebe felt a burst of indescribable anger and distress. She sat up straight and stared at the other person, "I dare not say that I am the angel who loves humans the most, but I must be one of the angels who love humans the most. Heaven sent down magic to human beings. It was I who wandered round and round in the world looking for ways to help them. No matter who I was, I would sacrifice everything for human beings in the end. But now you think what I did not good enough."

"I never said that." Chuck rolled his eyes down in her gaze, "Well, daughter, I would never say that in front of those brats...but since I have a preference too, Then I guess it's normal for my kids to have a preference. I'm just...I'm just not used to it."

He looked up.

"Are you sure that your feelings are sincere? When I created love, I also added countless additional items to love. Joy, pain, gain, loss, enthusiasm, indifference...these are all in love You have to face the problem. There is a saying in the world that the family is right, but you, you are simply too far away."

These words sounded like earnest concern, and Phoebe couldn't help softening her voice.

"I came to love him as a human being," she said slowly, dissecting herself before the Father, "and at the lakeside, when the glory poured into my body and activated the angelic part of me, that liking became partiality. .not just Peter, but my 'family' on earth, teachers, friends... As Phoebe, I know how to treat them, but as Raziel, I am in a mess. So At some point, I decided I wanted to keep them special no matter what... I guess it wasn't just because of residual feelings, but because I wanted to capture a part of myself as a human being."

"An angel wants to capture humanity," Chuck joked. "I vaguely remember what the mainstream argument in heaven used to be: angels are perfect creations, and humans are crippled." With a smile on his lips, he stretched out his hands." Now you tell me that you would rather hold on to the human part of yourself, could it be that the perfection of an angel is not as good as the imperfection of a human being?"

Phoebe put her hand tentatively into her father's, as she had done when she was a child.

When she was a child, she once held these hands and leaned on his knee to listen to the story of the end of time; she once held these hands and was taken by him to travel in the sky; Kneeling and bowing, "My Lord," they cried, "My God."

Chuck looked at her almost encouragingly.

Phoebe didn't want to let him down, she never wanted to let him down.So she took a closer look at herself, like a fish jumping out of the sea, spreading everything out in the sun without any disguise.This kind of frankness is infinitely refreshing for a moment, but after a long time it will lead to pain, which can only be relieved by diving into the hidden deep sea again.

"I don't want to be perfect," she said. "You can only taste sweetness if you experience bitterness; you can only feel hopeful if you experience disappointment; you can experience happiness only if you experience unhappiness. Human emotions are so rich. They are all lined up like blank paper, look at my brothers, don't they start to become "human" after falling into the world? Now I am very happy, Dad, although I was also very happy in the past, but this is For the first time I know what 'is' happiness."

Chuck shook. "But have you ever thought that this preference and happiness may be short-lived. Your human being is special now, but maybe tomorrow, maybe the next second, he will become a flat symbol and become different from other human beings. What a difference. Then you will feel an unbearable sense of loss, a pain that loving all human beings will not take you through."

This is a natural possibility.

Phoebe was silent, then tightened her fingers. "But we look too long at things that are too big to see the beauty of the individual. I don't want to be the sky, I want to be the earth. I want to smell a flower in the wind, I want to feel a puppy The splash of water when I brush my fur, I want to touch the dry warm skin in the cold..." Her voice was soft, almost pleading, "I want this, Daddy, I want to love."

"You know I can't bless you with anything," said God.

"Does that disqualify me?" Phoebe asked.

"Disqualification?" God sneered, "No, Raziel, my child, there has never been a book in the world that tells you what an angel is and how to be an angel." As he spoke, his tone softened, his smile restrained, and his expression changed Seriously, "You've always been my favourite, but I guess I'll have to accept that I'm no longer your favourite. After all, like any normal father, I want you to be happy."

Phoebe felt something more human—tears—fill her eyes.

"Thank you, Dad," she said softly.

God smiled and shook his head.He got up, patted her on the head, and left the room.The glory of the Father seemed to still vibrate in this empty room, but His presence was gone.

Phoebe closed her eyes, and she heard the sound of brothers bickering downstairs, and the sound of limbs colliding as Peter and Stephen fought in the training room.

This is a world of human beings, they are born, grow up, love each other, grow old, and die in this world. This world is so complicated, yet so simple; so short, yet so long.

The archangel watched all her choices, Newt, Tina, Queenie, Jacob, and the one she loved the most out of all, Peter, Peter Parker, her eyes were on that young and beautiful Staying on his face, sweeping across his strong and powerful body, sweeping across his bright and dazzling soul.

Yes, she was absolutely sure that she loved him.

Maybe one day, just as the heavenly father said, she will feel that her choice is wrong, that Peter is no longer the most special one in the world, and that it is meaningless to yearn for humanity...but—that What does it matter?

Human beings always say, grasp the moment, grasp the present.

Now she feels happier and happier than ever before.

Archangel Raziel left the room, humming an intermittent wizard ditty, and walked towards the love of her life.

The author has something to say: Even if there is no guarantee of what will happen in the future, it is considered HE now! (firm expression)

Phoebe and Freya are still very different, but there are similarities.

I found my own moe spot really simple.

I love the stories of non-human races and humans so much, I love humans so much, so I always let my heroine discover the beauty of humans in different identities.The first book is about dragons, the second book is about elves (I must finish this book before I finish it), and the third book is about angels... It may be difficult for the later novels to be completely ordinary people.

Always feel that it is more suitable to write some poems praising human beings than novels? (fog)

But I really feel that the flawed race is the most perfect.

Perfection and flaws are a topic that runs through all over the world. In the film and television works we are familiar with, such as "Star Trek", the Vulcans are calm and self-sufficient. Are they perfect?Such as "Star Wars", the Jedi Knights have no feelings, are they perfect?Like "Supernatural", so many angels claim to be perfect, are they perfect?

In my opinion, none of them are as "perfect" as human beings with the seven emotions and six desires.

Love and hate, anger and peace, happiness and pain...these are meant to go hand in hand.

The sweetest piece of candy I've ever tasted was the licorice candy my mother stuffed me after drinking a cup of the bitterest Chinese medicine.