Lucifer

As the first angel to be born and the first angel to be given a name by God.

Lucifer always considered himself superior to the other angels.

As for that stinky crow?

Just a pet.

I am a creation made by the Lord’s own hands, and I can call myself the Son of God, whose status is far higher than that of the raven.

In terms of soul strength, he was far superior to other angels. Ordinary angels had only one pair of wings, archangels had two or three pairs, and even that annoying Michael only had eight wings.

He has a full twelve wings!

The sacred wings behind it are like a blooming lily.

Judging from her imposing presence alone, she was far more powerful than the other angels...

In reality, the other angels actually respected this seemingly aloof older brother.

Furthermore, Michael and the other seven archangels generally do not object to obeying Lucifer's commands.

However, sometimes this aloof older brother would inexplicably do things that left the other angels bewildered...

"Don't you think Heaven is too chaotic?"

"It's a mess, like a huge market, and nobody knows what they're supposed to do..."

"I want to define the responsibilities and establish rules for the angels!"

Lucifer stood atop the archway of the Hall of Heroes.

Beneath him were over a hundred bewildered angels, and behind him, twelve wings fluttered like blooming petals.

The angels gathered in the open space in front of the Hall of Heroes, pondering Lucifer's words. They shook their heads and then nodded. Most of them felt that what Lucifer said made some sense, but they didn't know why.

At this moment, Michael, who had just completed his mission and was filled with glory, stepped forward and asked in bewilderment:

"Brother Lucifer, I feel fine..."

"If you want to do anything, just call out, and everyone will come to help..."

"We help each other like brothers and sisters..."

"Is it necessary to differentiate people based on social status, rank, or position, just like in the mortal world?"

For some reason, Lucifer gets angry whenever he sees Michael.

He took a step forward, like a bolt of lightning, and instantly stood in front of Michael.

Lucifer, with his dark hair, stared into Michael's azure eyes with his crimson pupils. Six pairs of wings behind him were spread wide, like a cat with its fur standing on end. His tone carried a threatening undertone:

"Don't question my decision..."

"Michael, although you have done a good job in fulfilling the Lord's task..."

"However, this is not a reason for you to be arrogant..."

You must respect me...

"For I am Lucifer, the Morning Star, the oldest of all angels."

Michael, who had rendered meritorious service, had a flash of anger in his eyes, but he suppressed his grievances and irritation for the time being.

He's not a child anymore.

He is now a mature angel.

So he said to Lucifer in front of him:

"Okay, but I hope your arrangements will satisfy everyone..."

"If the angels don't like it, then we can't do it..."

Lucifer felt immense satisfaction seeing Michael back down and suffer a setback.

So he flew into the air again, his twelve wings almost obscuring the sky.

He looked down at the angels and said:

"I should be the ruler of the angels..."

"All angels acknowledge me as their king..."

"Whether it's the present or the future..."

"For I am the longest of the angels, I am Morning Star Lucifer..."

Seeing this, the angels hesitated and asked:

"You are the king..."

"What is that Lord?"

"Do you intend to be equal to God?"

Lucifer was taken aback by what he heard.

Looking around, they couldn't find the master.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained:

"The Lord is our God..."

"And I... am your king..."

"Normally you must listen to me, but if the Lord has a will, then you must listen to the Lord..."

The angels looked at each other and remained silent.

Seeing that the angels had no objections, Lucifer, full of vigor, began to lay out his grand plan, saying:

"First, we need to build an army!"

"I will serve as the commander of the legion..."

"Anyone who dares to obstruct the Lord's will will be swept away by the legions I lead!"

"..."

Lucifer flew through the air, speaking eloquently and incessantly.

But as he began to articulate his ideas, the angels in the clouds grew increasingly noisy and displeased.

"Ugh... I don't like fighting at all... Why do I have to be the vanguard?"

"Why should I be left to guard Heaven?!"

"I can't fly, I can't be a scout..."

"..."

Even in the end, the seven archangels with immense power were relegated to insignificant positions, especially Michael, the archangel with extraordinary combat talent—

"Michael, you are in charge of reconnaissance and healing the wounded."

"..."

When the last angel's name was read out...

Michael, who resembled a god.

His expression finally darkened...

The other angels complained, feeling disappointed that this power and responsibility was not suited to them.

In the very end, those angels who were utterly lost.

They all turned their gazes to Michael, their eyes filled with eagerness and pleading; they needed someone to stand up and speak for them...

Michael was never a good-tempered angel, and knowing his angelic brethren's displeasure, he himself had long been fed up with Lucifer's arrogant attitude...

Then Michael stepped forward from among the angels, stood up, and angrily declared:

"Lucifer..."

"I disagree!"

"You cannot be the king of angels..."

"Because we are the Lord's creation, only the Lord can determine our will..."

"Only the Lord is both God and King..."

"And your allocation of power and responsibility is also unacceptable..."

"Because you don't care what the angels are good at or what they like; you just stubbornly follow your own ideas!"

"Among all the angels, I am the most skilled in battle, and you have assigned me the responsibilities of reconnaissance and healing..."

"Raguel is the kindest and most righteous man, yet you've assigned him the vanguard position!"

"Gabriel is skilled in communication and interaction with all things, yet you leave him to languish in heaven, doing nothing..."

"All of this..."

"It's absolutely a mess!"

The moment those words were spoken.

Lucifer's crimson pupils fixed intently on Michael, like a dragon's, while his twelve wings, obscuring the sky, billowed in the air with the currents...

Michael, not to be outdone, unleashed a burst of golden light, and his eight holy wings grew with the wind, obscuring the other half of the sky.

Soaring into the air, it confronted Lucifer...

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze...

The angels on earth watched all this with concern.

They hoped Michael could stop Lucifer's arrogant will, but they also feared that their fellow angels would become enraged and fight each other, even killing one another...

What do you want?

Lucifer stood in the air, his red eyes seemingly captivating, instilling a sense of unfathomable fear...

Michael looked directly into Lucifer's eyes and said loudly:

"I want you to use your brain and sit down with the angels to discuss this properly!!"

"Instead of standing here with an arrogant air—"

"Oppressing angels in the name of the morning star!"

bass--

With a thud, the longsword was drawn...

A longsword surrounded by black and gold flames appeared from the void...

He stood in the air, sword in hand, twelve wings unfurling behind him...

Red Eyes stared at Michael, whom he loathed utterly...

Lucifer's voice came from the sky—

"Glory Michael... my brother..."

"You've never respected me..."

"Fight me in Valhalla..."

"So that I can tear off your hypocritical mask...and strip away your...illusory reputation for being a skilled warrior!"

"So you'll know what...respect is!"

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