Green Skin

Shhhhhhh!

Eunuch's memory was intertwined like a spider's web. Elisha once told me that she felt like a library.

Michael's mind felt like he was seeing a huge temple.

“.................. ”

It feels like a huge temple, a lot of memory debris, is pouring into the light because of the stained glass on the ceiling. A lot of memories pour down. There are a lot of memories pouring down like him who has lived a long time.

If I exaggerated it a little, I could hardly look at it one by one. Of course, I was hesitant about where to touch it. When I reached out my hands, the memories were sucked into my head immediately.

It's a memory from when I was a child, a very young one.

His words that he came from heaven were not lies.

A giant island in the sky, they called it Agape. I think I miss the city of the Southern Continent named Agape. There was no fighting or fighting. These were the people who were living in worship of their gods. Michael seems to have done the same.

There were no special events. Unlike other angels who pray normally, he was living every day with faith as food.

“What is your salvation? Why have we been able to do this since birth? ”

“Salvation is a special power that God has given us. Our kind was born with a duty. ”

“Are you referring to the duty of the people beneath the earth to be reconciled into light? ”

“Yes, Michael. You've learned well.”

“But it's strange. Your Highness, the rescued Humans disappear without a form. From that point on, humans can no longer live on the ground. What's left of it? What's the difference between salvation and death? I heard that Rafael, who lives next door, also chose to be saved. I can't talk to Raphael anymore. ”

“If we are saved, we can live forever in his arms. Isn't that the other part? ”

“It's hard to understand. I'm Papa...”

“I will now. Michael will understand when he gets older. ”

Light was drawn into the huge temple dozens of times a day or hundreds of times. When the young angels saw him, they told us that one day we were going down to the ground, and so was Michael.

“Our papa will be saved tomorrow. ”

“Really?"

“You can't see it anymore, right? Are you okay, Gabriel? ”

“My father lives in the arms of God. Rather jealous. Michael's an idiot.”

“Yes... I envy you. ”

Angel's life is long. That's how much Michael listened. The beautiful light that filled the sky, the sky and the light that came up from the earth would only look so beautiful.

“Me too...”

“Someday I'll...”

It seemed that it was not too much to think about. Time passes, and a new angel is born loving. A boring everyday life where you study to raise your strength and build your faith. I slowly began to pick up Michael's memory.

The memory of eating with Mother, the memory of learning many things, the memory of praying with Mother, and the memory of Mother passed through my mind.

“Mama!"

“Yes, Michael! ”

“Mom!"

“Yes, Michael. ”

“Mother.”

“Yes, Michael...”

“I love you."

“I love you, too. Michael.”

Happy memories. Memories stored on the wings, but I thought I could understand him a little.

I don't remember my father. Michael also did not inquire about his father's existence. because I thought I could find out without saying it. Maybe he was living with God.

Farewell always comes suddenly. When I stumbled upon the memories that were pouring out of the stained glass, I noticed the memories that had a big impact on him. Stutters the memory and raises it. Unlike Eun Joo Choi, who was blocking my approach, Michael was pulling me as if to try to jog his memory.

“I envy Michael. ”

“Ugh… yes. ”

“You said your mother will be saved. I'm so jealous. Michael was saved, both by his father and mother. ”

“I-I don't know yet. Seraphim.”

“You're being silly again. ”

“I, I don't want to break up with my mother yet. Seraphim.”

“If both parents are saved, they can live in the temple. Maybe it's a good thing. God knows Michael...”

“I know that. But…”

“How's your mother? ”

“Glad... he's doing it. ”

“Then it's a good thing. Idiot.”

The image of Mother in Michael's memory was always smiling. I was sure of that when I was chosen. Michael's mother, praying that the day of salvation would come, would occasionally mutter in front of Michael.

“I can finally live in the arms of God. It's good to see you. Isn't that right, Michael? ”

“Yes. Mother...”

“Michael's a good kid, so he'll get on with it. ”

“Your mother. ”

“Michael's a smart kid, so he's going to be a big man. You can always be a leading angel for our God. There will come a day when you can be rewarded like your father or mother. Until then, we must not stop trying. God will repay you someday. ”

“Yes...”

In front of the happy Mother, there was still no way for the little child to open his mouth. It was because Michael thought it was a foolish thing to do. Probably thinking they don't want to split up.

I recalled the memory a little faster. It was a limited time, but he tried to spend as much time with his mother as he could, and the closer the time came, he bit his nails nervously. There is no way a child can do anything yet.

Even before I tried my hand, my mother had a ceremony of salvation in front of her eyes, and young Michael was looking at her with those around him. Michael's feelings continue to pour out toward me, even in the rapidly flowing memories.

Mate, mate, mate.

A cheerful voice fills the city with happy hearts.

“Miguel's wife, Minuriel, was chosen by God over us. The youngest son will live in the temple. The last words for those who await the salvation of Minuriel...”

“................. ”

“Thank you all so much for coming here for me. Michael, your mom's going to see your dad. We will live together in the arms of God. Be sure to come see your mom, too. ”

“Mother. ”

He didn't say anything. It just seemed like I couldn't stand the tears. Everyone was cheering, and there he wept.

“Let's get started. ”

After a huge light erupts, the sacred energy fills the altar of salvation.

Michael's mother, in the middle of the altar of salvation, quickly regains her senses as she laughs at Michael crying.

I reach out to the young son who was wiping the tears that were pouring down with both hands.

“W-wait! ”

“The ritual has already begun. Minuriel.”

“Wait a minute! ”

“Minuriel, quietly accept the will of God. ”

Michael's mother's feet slowly began to turn into light. The arms and torso, as well as the wings, slowly appear to dissipate into the light.

“Michael...”

“Mother... hehehehe."

“Michael... what am I... what am I... ahh...”

“Hehehehe. Mother, mother...”

“.................... ”

“..................... ”

“D-da... da... da..."

The light was bright and beautiful. The light shot up was cheerful for everyone who saw it go through the clouds.

“Ahhhhhhh--------! ”

“Ahhhhhhhhh-------! ”

The beautiful songs of angels celebrating Mother's salvation resound everywhere. All the angels in the city were staring at the bright light that could not be opened properly.

“May there be salvation...”

“May there be salvation...”

“Congratulations, Michael. Now you can live in a temple. ”

“One day Michael will be a great angel. ”

“Michael, congratulations to your mother...”

“Let's sing a song. Do you want me to sing a song for him? Michael?"

“The song of salvation. ”

Looking at the voices coming from all around, Michael opens his wings long and sings aloud.

“Ah------!! ”

“Ahhh-------! ”

Of course, I hear the sound of his song mourning. The fluttering wings, the tearing eyes, the clenched fists, all seemed to tell me that he was grieving.

“Ahhhhhhh----! ”

He grunts and continues to mourn, even when his throat is choked and he can't scream.

Before Michael was 100 years old,

That was his childhood.

Michael grew up the way his mother wanted him to. I sharpened and brushed myself and acted as if it were from the Bible. I got 12 wings and became a revered archangel.

I worked to save the great continent, and I thought it was my only joy.

I stumbled upon his memory again. As he told me, it was the story of a corrupt prince that had a profound impact on his life.

“It's the new bee.”

“The Undead. An ominous undead." ”

“Cursed humans. The kingdom of the corrupt prince was cursed. There is no more salvation. He thinks our angels are the enemy. There could be people like this stupid, insect-like person. ”

“.................. ”

When the corrupt prince tried to protect his people and his father, Michael thought of his mother.

Corrupt princes didn't want their people and kings to be saved. They must have thought that salvation was another form of death, not living together in God's arms. Even at the meeting of the Chiefs, Michael didn't say anything else.

It just seemed to be watching.

Corrupt prince.

He was a man who refused both death and salvation. He's a curious human being about Michael.

“You can't call yourself a human being anymore. ”

His back looks lonely.

There was a long fight. The undead army of the Corrupt Prince confronted them, and the higher-ups who thought all this was a human error gathered their mouths to say that they no longer had to kill humans before increasing the undead. Michael's on the line, too. Helps pierce the fallen prince's people with spears.

“Aaahhhh!”

“Why!”

“You have no salvation. ”

“God...”

“Save me... God. ”

“.................... ”

Ironically, arriving to save the dying humans from death is a corrupt prince. After fierce fighting, the angels retreated, Michael watched as the king of the kingdom and his son, the fallen prince, spoke.

“I was wrong. It's all because of me that you've become like that. There is no heaven. Those who came down from heaven are luring us away, and there is nothing left for those who have become light. My dear son. I'm always sorry for you. ”

“............................... ”

“There are no more people who praised their father's greatness. There is nothing left for everyone to die or leave. ”

“.................... ”

“My son, this will be the last wish of this lacking father. Please... Please... raise... this kingdom... up... again. ”

There is no heaven. There is nothing left for those who have disappeared into light. That would have been the secret to Michael's heart.

Once again, as I recall, this time I saw Michael confronting the fallen throne.

“Watch... the people. Don't think of yourself as alone. Don't think you're lonely. Always think of those around you... raise... a kingdom...”

“Is there really salvation? ”

“Build... the... kingdom..."

“What do you think of those who made different choices? ”

“Build... the... kingdom..."

It didn't work. However, the face of the fallen prince and the man who struck the sword did not look so bad.

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