Me, Hydra

The blazing angels are the seven angels who are now staying in the temple, and although they all have beings created by Jehovah, the truth is that Jehovah has not been present to them for a long time. For them, at times it felt like a bunch of abandoned children.

"How long has God the Father been gone..."

In the middle of the empty temple, Shaliba couldn't help but look to the side at Michael. Shaliba's power and position was to protect people's souls from being tainted by sin, though he was also the angel in charge of the moon, which in ancient times was believed to be the place where the souls of the dead were stored. For this reason, Shaliba was also known as the Angel of the Moon.

Shaking his head, Michael spoke in a tone that could not be doubted.

"It has been too long ago, after God the Father created us, he has disappeared...but no matter what, he is our Father God. This is God the Father's test for us, and in his absence, we will spread his majesty far and wide!"

Hearing Michael's firm words, Shaliba opened his mouth and finally shook his head helplessly.

This wasn't the first time Shaliba had asked his father's whereabouts like Micaiah had, and it wasn't the first time Micaiah had said it either. But Shaliba was getting a little tired of hearing this rhetoric.

Shaking his head, Michael looked over at Gabriel beside him.

"Let's call it a day, and when the time is right we'll give the faith of the Nordic region to the great Father God. As for that Greece that is connected to Northern Europe...and just keep it as it is until then."

As he said that, Michael left the temple on his own, and the remaining six angels left on their own after looking at each other.

On the other hand, hiding in the endless void, a deformed-looking creature with disgusting tentacles writhing at its face observed these angels of its own creation with small interest and a sinful laugh from time to time.

"Deception, temptation ~ fall into endless fear and despair!!!"

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Not missing a chapter, the last chapter name was a typo due to a slip of the hand....

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It's September the day after tomorrow! A wave of tickets to support ah dear!

Volume 1: Text-68 - Jehovah and Naiatolatipu

Watching the scene happening in front of him, a low chuckle emitted from Naiatolatipuna's tentacled face.

"Hehehe... hahahaha! Jeez!!! Check it out! My dear other side, I didn't realize that what you created with hopefulness was just this kind of demons full of inferiority!"

As he said that, Naiatolatip turned his head to the side.

The one sitting on the imperial throne beside him was none other than the legendary God-Jehovah.

"Do not presume to disturb my mind, Naiya. I am on your side, and I know everything that is on your mind right now..."

Hearing Jehovah's words, Naiya laughed maniacally once more, his tentacle-covered face emitting a dazzling magical sound that confused the mind. The inferior quality of the sound was like rubbing a chalkboard with his fingernails again, and the body that couldn't tell the material kept twisting and writhing, and every now and then an eye would open and close on him.

"LORD, I represent fraud, destruction, evoking infinite panic in the hearts of the living. You, on the other hand, are my side, representing mercy, creation, and the evoking of hope in the hearts of the living! But you know what? Hope is dim, and only in the midst of boundless despair can one find the bright light of hope! It's like the lights will be brighter in the night... In this world, black is the true tone~"

Shaking his head, though sitting on a royal throne full of thorns but Jehovah's face was not in any pain.

"Then you mightily can destroy me. Perhaps you do it for the evil of your heart, but you cannot deny that you cannot destroy me, just as I cannot destroy all the darkness in this world. Where there is good, there is evil, and where there is evil there must be a light of good - you and I coexist, so why must you plunge the sides of the infinite world into infinite chaos?"

As he said that, Jehovah's face showed some frustration.

Not only Naiya in front of him, but there were other existences similar to Naiya's that kept plunging the world into chaos and bringing destruction. The difference was that Naiya, because of the curiosity in his heart, had taken all the goodness out of his body, and then the part that was taken out formed a new life called Jehovah, God, the Father, the true God, Yahweh, and even the side of Naiya Toratip.

"Does an evil god need a reason to do evil things?"

Naiya asked rhetorically, some dark voice filled with mad laughter, crying, and wailing.

"Don't evil gods just have to pursue pleasure? That's okay! You're my side of the story, so won't you just do good to offset the mistakes I've made?"

As he said that, Naiya's image slowly changed, and the constantly writhing muscles made one want to vomit one's guts out together just by looking at them.

The body's torso twisted unnaturally, and soon, Naiya changed from an ortho-unknown appearance to a wheat-skinned, handsome man.

Clad in a splendid ever-present treasure, his scarlet eyes were filled with unspeakable depths.

Placing his hand on Jehovah's clean face, Jehovah's face was instantly as full of cracks as a mirror. In contrast, Naiya's face was instantly filled with the same cracks. But Jehovah's wounds appeared on the left side, while Naiya's wounds appeared on the right side.

With a maniacal smile on his face, Naiya picked off the flesh and blood from Jehovah's broken face piece by piece. With each piece removed, Naiya's face would likewise lose a piece, and soon half of Jehovah's face would give birth to a skeleton, and even his eyeballs and brain marrow would be removed.

"Hahaha!!! Hahahahaha! How wonderful, how wonderful!!!"

As she spoke, Naiya's tongue gently licked against Jehovah's exposed skull.

"It's a shame that you can't feel this pleasure. You are my mirror, and while we can share this pain, you can't seem to enjoy the ultimate beauty that lurks in endless suffering..."

As he did, Naiya kicked the kick into Jehovah's chest, but Jehovah didn't follow the chair down as expected, but floated into the air the moment the chair fell.

The torn muscles instantly returned to their original shape, and Jehovah's handsome face instantly reappeared in front of Naiya.

Contrary to Naiya, Jehovah's body was filled with an air of tranquility and peace, even while standing there. But unfortunately, this calming air did not purify Naiya.

After all, they were only a mirror of each other anyway. Jehovah is the "good" of Naiya and Naiya is the "evil" of Jehovah. That is to say, they were obviously interdependent, but could not understand each other.

However, not only Naiad, but also Azathoth, who represents absolute disorder, has more than one side, "Behold, my side," in the plural. Even though my angels have fallen because of malice, the lighthouse in despair will shine. And it is the other side of endless hope that the lighthouse leads."

As he spoke, Jehovah likewise returned the kiss salute to Naiya in her black pharaoh state.

But in return, Naiya's voice went wild.

"The other side of Endless Hope? Do you mean desperate?!"

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First, to clarify, I don't know much about the mythology of Ksuru, but I'm not going to mindlessly blow Ksuru either. There are many sides to Azathoth, which will be revealed later. For an explanation of the sides....

Not just the mirror kind.

Anyway!

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Volume I: Text - 69 - Hydrachrome

Hiding in the basement of the Great Library, Hydra began to wonder who the figure that Odin had seen was.

According to Odin's description, the figure that appeared had wings on his back, a horn in his hand and was dressed in white. What's more, there was a radiant halo on his head....

Obviously, anyone who knows a little bit about Christianity would know that this is an angel.

From the point of view of holding the horn in her hand, it is no surprise that it should be the angel of death in Christian mythology - Gabriel.

Gabriel's reputation is not as famous as Michael the goddess, but she is a very dangerous person who holds the trumpet of the Last Judgment.

What's more, Hydra can't be sure if the one standing behind them is the only true God in the Christian mythology, God Jehovah.

But unlike Kronos, who controlled the flow of time in Greek mythology, Jehovah's power was much broader, from creating the world to creating man, Jehovah's power should be between Kronos and Anan. But after all, having never seen these super-primal gods face to face, Hydra wouldn't dare jump to conclusions.