Becoming a Monster-Chapter 320: Creation is Never A Sin.

With the angel’s prayer, only a stillness answered her. There was no trumpet. No warmth, and no voice of divinity that responded to her plea.

The angel wasn’t deterred, she was but a lowly angel, one who barely had the qualification to speak directly to the Almighty. If she didn’t get a reply, it was because the father had already given her what she needed to accomplish the task. Her failure would only mean that she wasn’t capable enough, that she wasn’t worthy to deliver his will.

She was already thinking of how strong the envoy would be, not caring for the sacrifices used.

But for those who were too indecisive to give their submission, they found themselves more terrified of the angel than the supposed devil.

Not a person was spared, everybody that participated in the summoning ritual had suddenly dropped to the ground, crashing to the floor like discarded husks. They didn’t convulse, and their eyes were devoid of pupils, the whites of their eyes cleansed of blood vessels, leaving a white surface that was as white as the angel’s dress.

Someone passed out, another backed into a wall, hands trembling, eyes darting from corpse to corpse like they were trying to find one, just one that would sit up again. And then there were others who couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

"They’re... dead," a woman whispered.

"No... no, she said they’d be saved. She said that she would save us. She didn’t say this would kill them."

The ones who had held back, who doubted, who lived... They were in the right to be emotional, to feel afraid. But they didn’t lash out, didn’t run, and didn’t beg for their lives. Their expressions were ones of despair, of someone who accepted their faith. If even God’s messenger killed so many in his name, then what hope was left for the rest of them?

No one stepped forward to question the angel now. No one dared to meet her gaze, even those who once looked upon her with awe. Faith was a fragile thing, and in that moment, it shattered. If this was God’s justice, then perhaps they were never meant to be saved. freēnovelkiss.com

Out of the helpless gazes, Vincent was slowly removing himself from the situation. How could he not see this coming? He couldn’t find himself to hate the angel, he could only shake his head in mockery at the humans who put their faith into a being that was clearly using them to save herself. Otherwise, why was it only now that she appeared?

With Malcolm behind him, he reached the top of the stairs, to notice Regina staring down towards the angel with a pensive look. She only returned his gaze with a look of a person that wasn’t shocked by such a scene, making Vincent guess that she too was aware of the Angels true nature from the start.

Vincent was slightly curious as to how someone who clung to others to protect her wasn’t one of the many who trusted the angel to save them. Despite the doubt, he didn’t say anything to her. He merely stood at the top of the steps, staring down while in deep thoughts. The thought of grabbing all he could and running away was prevalent amongst most of his options. But there was one doubt that continued to make him hesitant. What if the angel won?

It was this doubt that led him to stay and witness the results of the angels’ sacrifices in the name of God. If he was to run away, leaving everything he had built, the security he had made for himself, and she had won... He would probably die from regret or die a fool.

So, he stayed.

Beside him, Malcolm’s eyes were glued to the two balls of light that were finally taking form. "Should we help?" he asked. He never liked to leave his fate in the hands of others.

Vincent didn’t answer right away. His eyes remained shifting from the angel and Noah.

"...There’s no place for us in this fight," he said quietly, almost to himself. "But if there’s a chance then we do what we can, like we always do. But if that envoy is even unable to weaken that beast, then there’s no reason to stay. I’d rather risk my life out there than here.

Malcolm scoffed, but didn’t argue.

Then a pressure descended, a pressure that was both oppressive and inviting at the same time. It was like sinking into warm water, only to realize too late that you were drowning.

"What the hell is this?" Pam inhaled sharply in disbelief. The power being released is more powerful than anything she had ever felt before.

On the other side, Noah’s companions had an adverse reaction to the aura.

The aura made them uncomfortable, uncomfortable to the point that it frustrated them. It was an aura that pressed down on theirs, almost as if it was trying to subjugate it, while their own aura was attempting to do the same. Their instincts made them despise the sensation and despise the source of that aura with all they had.

All eyes resided upon the two spheres of light above. The spheres were no longer as intense as before as their forms began to descend. Their forms were slowly taking shape as the lights began to condense and shape themselves into something tangible.

First, it was the gleaming marble-like white armor with gold veins, an armor that appeared age, symbolizing battle experience, or even a fall from grace. Cracks stretched from different parts of the marble, cracks that suggested the armor wasn’t just armor, but possibly part of a statue. The armor glowed, suffused with radiant energy that was more potent than the angels.

Then it was the wings that materialized behind it, wings that weren’t created from feathers similar to mythical creatures, but of fiery golden wings that were created from the same magical aura that was emitted from its armor.

Finally, parts that were visible through the armor were entirely black. The consuming darkness denied any of its holy light to penetrate its depths, a darkness that didn’t suit a creation of such magnanimity. That same abyssal darkness extended to its face hidden beneath its helmet. The holy energy that made up its eyes was more intimidating than the very darkness that made up its inner self.

The two beings unfurled their wings as they descended down, their gaze sweeping their surroundings before landing gracefully in front of the angel. The two knelt in respect to her. Not because she was powerful, even in her original form her power was nothing compared to them if they were summoned using a stronger vessel.

But it was because of her connection to God, to be favored by their creator which granted her the authority and respect to command them.

The angel’s body trembled, not only from pride, but from sheer shock. She knew the mechanism behind the summoning of such creatures. Their power wasn’t something that had a limit. Yet the power they were exuding right in front of her was too powerful when considering she used mere mortals.

She had been told this before, but now she was truly convinced. The envoys, created to combat sinners and empowered by sin itself, drew their strength from the sins of the medium used in their summoning."

That meant, the greater the sin of the sacrificed, the stronger the envoy. Out of the seven deadly sins, the angel witnessed a sin that was greater than every individual sin. Giving birth to a devil.

But then she remembered a saying that was passed down by the archangel Gabriel, a statement that felt like blasphemy. Yet since she was never punished, many began to believe it held truth.

"Giving birth to a devil is not a sin. Creation is never a sin.

Life is not born wicked; it is shaped wicked.

Stone by stone, sin by sin, the child is carved by the conceiver’s will.

The devil is not the child. The devil is the intent.

For no single sin alone could forge such a thing.

To bring a devil into the world is to conceive through all Seven:

Lust without love, Greed without regret, Pride without meaning

Envy that hungers without end, Gluttony that swallows all,

Wrath that burns without reason, and Sloth that stifles all growth.

The child is the vessel. The sin was the hand that carved it."

Reflecting on Gabriel’s words, the angel started to see why the parents were not only able to summon two envoys, but also such powerful ones.

Their sins were perhaps greater and more malicious than even the demons that lived in hell.

She looked down onto the devil, a trace of pity reflected in her posture, but that only granted her a stronger resolve to cleanse him.

"Envoys of God’s will, a devil is upon us. Smite and cleanse this evil in the Heavenly Fathers name, and baptize those who were tainted by his sins."

The envoys’ eyes gleamed as they stood up. Though the creations were incapable of speech, the two responded in perfect synchrony.

Their gaze went to Noah who had finished off the two undead, but he was waiting, analyzing the new threats. Noah’s true soul remained dormant, but his other half, his unbound half understood that the two envoys were powerful threats.

Even it knew it couldn’t defeat them alone.

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