Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 573  Michael's Worries

The battle between humanity and the underworld.

That was a war that was soon upon the world that seemed filled with bubbly emotions on the surface. And while some in knowing began preparations, far, far in a realm above, a certain being now arrived with perplexed expression.

In the vast expanse of the Celestial realm, a majestic brilliance and vibrancy cloaked the space. The golden streets were paved with light, the air still hummed soft melodies, the pink, blue and green mystical looking trees and forests moved on their own in dazzling manners.

Figures with wings flying, magical harps pulling their own strings… geese laying golden eggs, nymphs by the street, throwing water at each other with child-like innocence. Some figures paraded the place in full armor, patrolling the scene, others moved in white robes, allowing heaps of paper to float behind them.

Michael nodded to the many who waved and greeted him. He smiled their way, despite his heavy heart. 'Something is wrong. I know it… but what?'

Very quickly, Michael shot through the air like a rocket, soon finding himself flying over the lush gardens of Creafonial. There, he spotted a group of angels gathered. Sure enough, his old buddy and friend Raphael, was now training several others underneath his wing.

Who was Raphael? He was an angel known for his healing powers and wisdom. Apart from Raphael, there were other angels with the same rank as he, who also gathered with their students too.

Then, deciding to seek their counsel, Michael descended gracefully, making his presence immediately known to the group.

"Michael!" Raphael was the first to notice something off. "What brings you here with such urgency?"

Whoosh!

Michael landed softly, folding his majestic wings behind him. "It's my brother," he replied, his voice resonant yet tinged with concern. "He is definitely planning something sinister… Any word on the Almighty yet?"

Several angels exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting both reverence and uncertainty. Archangel Gabriel, stepped forward, shaking his head wryly. "We, too, feel His absence deeply," he admitted. "But His reasons are beyond our understanding. Perhaps He seeks solitude to contemplate the universe or to weave new destinies."

Michael nodded, appreciating Gabriel's insight. However, he felt that if they didn't find the Almighty fast, something truly catastrophic might really happen.

Raphael placed a comforting hand on Michael's shoulder. "We trust in your wisdom, Michael. If anyone can reach Him, it is you. But remember, His plans are often revealed in the fullness of time."

"Yeah." Michael nodded, having utmost faith in the Almighty. But his heart still felt troubled by his twin-brother's actions.

Perhaps it was because Lucifer Morningstar was his twin brother that he felt even more inclined to believing that Lucifer wanted to pull off an ultimate move against the Almighty and the humans. Don't ask him how he knew, but he could feel it deep in his heart. Whether they lived in the heavens or in the underworld, the connection between twins was quite a remarkable thing.

Thanking these angels, Michael soared over the celestial mountains, their peaks shimmering with eternal snow, passing through the valleys where rivers of light flowed endlessly.

'It seems I must find the Almighty myself…' Michael concluded while rushing to visit the Hall of Records, where the chronicles of time were kept.

Of course, he wasn't allowed to peer into the ancient scrolls of time, but could indeed ask one of the divine beings created before any angel was made.

It was this divine being that oversaw and ensured one one stepped into the Halls of time. Of course even if one stepped in, looking at a record without permission could burn the eyes of even the most powerful people in the heavens.

Only the Almighty and 5 others can look without getting affected. They were the first… the Almighty's first true creations.

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The hall of records was surrounded by a calm lake filled with spiritual water. And the moment Michael approached, the water mirrored the heavens, creating an illusion of infinite depth.

"Michael," a deep voice bellowed. "I know what you seek."

Michael paused, thinning his lips heavily. "Do you have any wisdom to share that might guide me?"

"Michael,... remember, The Creator's presence is not confined to a single place. He is in the harmony of the many universes. He is love, hope, light and everything else that binds and sustains us all."

Michael listened intently. "Then perhaps my search should not be for His physical presence, but for His essence in all things."

"Indeed," The voice agreed. "In seeking Him, you may discover new truths that will shed light to your concerns."

Suddenly, Michael found a sense of peace, now having an inkling of what he must do to find the Almighty. "Thank you, ancient one."

With that, Michael opened his wings and soared back to the heart of heaven, ready to find the Almighty and put an end to his twin brother's plans.

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Well, with the Almighty still in Hiatus, the show must still go on.

The heavens must continue doing their duties and the order of the cosmos must always be maintained. But back in the human world, several students who lived in their school dormitories, were now rushed to bed by the aunt and uncle groundskeepers. "Alright, you monkeys better close those eyes and go to sleep. You know the rules. Lights out at 11!"

These groundskeepers had their hands knotted behind their backs, with flashlights and faces that were as stern and hard as rocks.

"You three! Didn't you hear me? Go to your dormitories now!"

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The many 14~17 year olds rushed off to their dormitories, not wanting to be punished or being outside after lights out.

It was now 10:35, and the Groundskeepers were going around reminding everyone that when the clock strikes 11 on the dot, they will be taking names for punishment if they see anyone outside the male and female dormitory quarters.

That being said, the male quarters are fenced, with a bathroom/washroom space on the first floor. The female quarters are also the same. At this time, several people were leaving the libraries, cafeteria, or coming outside the school, now rushing towards the dormitories at full speed.

The important thing is that they pass through the dormitory's gates before it closes at 11 sharp.

Tonight followed through like normal, with students being students and school guards and staff, being their usual selves. But what many didn't know was that soon, the darkness would embellish some who disobeyed the law.