Behind Uriel, a radiance suddenly shone out, as bright as the sun.
This was not the light brought by Uriel's light wings! His body had already been corroded by the ring-shaped poisonous mist, and he could no longer emit such intense light—the most direct manifestation of an angel's condition and power lies in the strength of its light, and light of this level—this was not something an ordinary angel could possess! Even when Uriel's true body was uninjured, he could not reach such a level!
The top of the underground hall was illuminated by that intense light as though it were broad daylight. Even Mengfeiside had no choice but to shift his gaze slightly away; he truly hated this overbearing, provocative light! He was certain that another one of the 7 great sovereign angels had appeared—chants from Heaven slowly descended from the top of the hall, a lofty ethereal female voice overlapping with a deep resonant male voice to form a solemn and magnificent melody. Golden star-like glimmers drifted down through the rippling white light, the rich fragrance of galbanum covered the foul stench of the poisonous mist, and white rose petals floated down in the holy radiance. The expression of the God of Hatred grew uglier and uglier—someone actually dared to put on such an arrogantly supreme posture before him!
“Who is it?!”
Just as Mengfeiside's angry shout rang out, 8 beams of sharp light suddenly stabbed toward him like lightning!
At the same time, Uriel before him gave a hard wrench and pulled his angelic blade back from the hand of the God of Hatred. His figure quickly retreated, and when he moved close to that patch of white light, the poison on his body actually began to fade rapidly. That sinister green layer was cleared away, and his light wings began shining again. Mengfeiside's robe returned to its original black color. With a sweep of his sleeve, those 8 angelic blades in front of him suddenly curved aside and changed direction—as though an invisible protective force field existed around him.
Eight different voices began to speak, differing in speed and tone; there were men, women, and even childish voices full of innocence, but what these voices said was the same single sentence:
“Lucifer，how fallest thee from the heaven！”
Was it Lucifer, the Angel of Light?!
A confusion of light wings appeared at the top of the hall, and 8 angels dressed in white appeared in the air at the call—two female angels, one playing a harp and one holding a pure silver wine flask, stood on the left and right respectively; a tall middle-aged man in a priest's robe stood in the rear, a cross hanging from the necklace on his chest, and in his left hand he held a thick and exquisite book—not the Bible, but the legendary Lucifer Canon personally written by the Angel of Light; in the very center were three powerfully built male angels, who had just set the throne they were carrying down at their feet and then stood guard around it.
Lucifer sat on the throne with his legs crossed, his left hand lightly supporting his chin. His body leaned slightly forward. His violet-blue eyes, the same color as his long hair, were calm, yet the proud nobility they revealed was something no one could defy. As he looked down at Mengfeiside, the God of Hatred who was fiercely battling Uriel, a faint smile appeared on that perfect face that even gods would marvel at. At his feet were also two little boys, flipping through a picture book as if they had not noticed the tense atmosphere at all—but the 8 angels beside Lucifer had just launched a simultaneous attack on the God of Hatred!
This was Lucifer, the most dazzling morning star in Heaven, even praised as the God of Light among angels!
Other than the Lord Jehovah himself and the highest angel Metatron, who could compare with Lucifer in status and beauty?
“Lord Lucifer……” Uriel stood beneath Lucifer's throne, respectfully saluting him with a solemn expression.
A description of angels from a novel
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