In the celestial realm, where golden light and the radiance of divinity bathed every inch of existence, the Divine Spark reigned as the heart of divine governance.
Situated at the center of an immaterial plane, untouched by mortals, the Divine Spark was a place of immeasurable power, where only the most powerful angels loyal to the Heavenly Father were permitted to tread.
It was a realm of peace and light, but today, the celestial tranquility was disturbed by a delicate issue: Lucifer.
In the vast chamber of the Divine Spark, the walls seemed to be made of pure condensed light, shimmering with golden and silver reflections.
The air was charged with power, and every word spoken there reverberated with a mystical force. Sitting around a radiant table, the most powerful angels discussed with intensity.
Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Raphael completed the circle. At the center, in the most prominent position, was the Heavenly Father—a serene yet imposing presence radiating power.
A Light devoid of any trace of negativity.
Gabriel, always the calmest and most thoughtful, was the first to speak, his voice soft yet firm. "Heavenly Father, we have discussed various solutions to the problem of Lucifer. He continues to sow chaos in the mortal realm, challenging Your authority and threatening the established order. The question we pose here is whether we should act directly or if there is an alternative solution."
Michael, with a severe expression and determined posture, added, "The best way to deal with Lucifer is through force. He has proven time and again that he has no interest in redemption. We should strike him down and ensure he never threatens Creation again."
But the mention of attack made Raphael, with his serene and peacekeeping gaze, shake his head in disapproval. "Violence will only bring more pain and destruction. We must not forget that, although he has fallen, Lucifer was one of us. There is always a chance for redemption, no matter how small."
Uriel, with his penetrating gaze and deep voice, intervened. "If necessary, let the flame of justice consume those who defy the divine order. But still, Heavenly Father, we must consider all alternatives. A direct confrontation may destabilize more than it heals."
All eyes turned to the Heavenly Father, who had listened in silence, observing the unfolding conversation. His presence in the room was overwhelming; even the angels, accustomed to His majesty, could not help but feel the intensity of His divine aura.
When He spoke, His voice was gentle, yet it resonated like thunder, filling every corner of the celestial chamber.
"My children, I know this situation is delicate. Yes, Lucifer continues to challenge the order, but attacking him directly, as many of you suggest, may bring consequences that even we cannot foresee. There is another solution, one that requires patience and perhaps a little trust in an unusual ally."
The Father sighed again, this time seeming more relaxed, almost as if an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "My children, all this time you've known me in a way that I chose to present. But the truth is, I am not what you think I am. I never was."
The shock was palpable in the room. Michael seemed unable to comprehend what he was hearing. "What are you saying? You are the Father Celestial, the creator of all, the supreme ruler."
The Father Celestial—rather, the figure before them—softly laughed again, this time with no attempt to hide the truth. "Yes, I am the creator, the ruler, but the title of 'Father'... perhaps it was a mistake. I am not a Father. I am a Mother."
The silence that followed was profound. None of the angels could process what had just been revealed. Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Raphael's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
"A... mother?" Gabriel was the first to break the silence, his voice incredulous. "For all these millennia... you let us believe you were..."
"A Father," completed the now-revealed Mother Celestial with a serene smile. "I understand your surprise. And I apologize for not being honest from the beginning, but... there are reasons for this. In the mortal realm, the image of 'Father' has always been easier to accept. Power, authority, order...
all these things have always been associated with the masculine. But my true being transcends that."
Michael, still in shock, slowly shook his head. "So... you hid your true nature from us all this time?"
"It was not a matter of hiding," the Mother Celestial answered gently. "It was a matter of facilitating the understanding of mortals. But now... who cares?" she said, before finally beginning to materialize before them from the light.
Uriel, closest to her, could not believe what she was seeing! She saw a woman of transcendent beauty emerge. Her delicate hands seemed made of living jade, with a faint rosy hue that added warmth to her skin. The dress forming around her body accentuated her curves elegantly, while her white hair, adorned with golden accents, was neatly tied back, leaving no interference with her angelic figure.
The presence of the Mother Celestial emanated such an intense light that it seemed to fill the entire space around, warming the hearts of the angels present. Uriel, astonished, felt a wave of reverence and admiration.
She could hardly believe she was in the presence of the personification of divine light, the figure that had always been present in their lives but had never revealed herself so intimately and personally until now.
The Mother Celestial's white hair, shining like snow under the sun, swayed gently, while her dress flowed like a soft breeze around her. The material seemed almost ethereal, capturing the light and reflecting it in tones of gold and silver, further accentuating her angelic beauty. Uriel felt a mix of emotions—admiration, gratitude, and a deep desire to understand what this revelation meant for them.
"My children," the Mother Celestial said, her voice soft as a whisper in the wind but powerful enough to resonate in their souls. "My decision has been made. When the time comes, we will help Dante Scarlet."
She continued, her gaze filled with hope and determination. "Dante is not just an ordinary mortal. He carries a much greater weight on his shoulders, and it will be through him that balance will be restored. The trust you have in him should be a light, not a shadow."
Strelizia, watching the reactions of the other angels, murmured internally, "Now it's time for you to do your part, Dante," sensing the confusion and disbelief that filled the air as her fellow angels struggled to comprehend why this was happening.