Chapter 137:

Chapter 137: 

Darkness. The was all he saw when the Golden Pillar hit him

Then—pain.

Hikari gasped as he was violently yanked from the battlefield, his broken, shattered body forcibly teleported by Yahweh's willfrom the Prison Realm. His limbs felt like they were tearing apart, his very essence unraveling as the sheer force of divine intervention dragged him through existence itself.

And then—

He crashed.

His body slammed into the cold marble floor of his home, his golden blood smearing the pristine white surface. The air was thick, suffocating, pressing down upon him like the weight of an entire cosmos. He was home. He was in heaven but the welcoming didn't feel like Heaven.

His vision blurred, but as his eyes adjusted, he saw them.

A throne room beyond comprehension.

The Great Throne Room of Heaven.

A vast, celestial cathedral stretching endlessly into golden infinity, filled with blinding radiance so intense that lesser beings would disintegrate upon mere entry. Massive divine pillars of pure Yang Omni Energy lined the halls, inscribed with the unbreakable scriptures of creation itself. The air vibrated with raw authority, the sheer presence of the beings within it enough to crush entire realms.

And at the center of it all—

The Seven Heavenly Kings.

Seated upon their celestial thrones, they looked down at him. Not with pity. Not with concern. Not even love. But with silent judgment and some looked at him with contempt.

King Uriel, Yahweh's oldest child and daughter heavens most desired women she was the Warrior of the Spear, her piercing golden eyes locked onto him filled with concern, her grip on her weapon tight. She was always the softest of fire children of Yahweh.

King Michael, the Lord of the Sword, sat rigidly, his armored fingers gripping his hilt. His eye looked at him with disgust and Hikari can tell what he was thinking it was simple how an angel can lose to a weakened abomination.

King Raphael, the Silent One, his scythe resting against his throne, his expression unreadable.

King Gabriel, the Bearer of the Flail, his wings twitching in slight agitation. Hikari can tell he wanted his head and flinche.

King Camael, the Blades of Heaven, arms folded, unimpressed. Once again Hikari can tell he was disappointed but disgusted too.

King Azrael, the Executioner, tapping his massive axe against his knee, his face as still as stone. Hikari knew what he thought. Azreal was simple he had no thought but fathers and was waiting for orders.

And finally, King Jophiel, the youngest, her fan resting across her lap, her eyes flickering with hesitation. She liked Uriel was soft. Hikari can tell she wanted to hug him but never would do it in front of father.

And above them—

The Golden Throne.

The Supreme One.

Yahweh.

Blinding. Overwhelming. His very form twisted existence, his golden aura bleeding into every corner of reality itself. His presence was suffocating, oppressive, divine in a way that was beyond comprehension. And he was angry.

Very, very angry.

Hikari struggled to lift his head, his entire body trembling.

"F-Father…" he rasped, his voice weak, pathetic.

Yahweh did not speak immediately. He simply looked at him.

And in that silence—Hikari knew.

He had failed.

Then—thunder.

The entire Great Hall shook as Yahweh's voice tore through reality itself.

"HIKARI."

Hikari's breath hitched, his entire body locking up as the weight of Yahweh's rage pressed down on him like a celestial hammer.

"You were given a task."

The words weren't just spoken. They were felt—etched into existence itself.

"It was but a simple task."

The Seven Kings remained silent, their gazes fixed forward. None of them dared to speak.

"You were to erase the abomination."

Hikari flinched.

"You were to ANNIHILATE him from existence."

The walls cracked. The floor beneath him quivered.

"What was so hard that you someone trained by eldest daughter for eternities that made it so you still failed me."

Crack appeared all over the thrones.

"And yet—"

Yahweh's voice darkened.

"Not only did you fail."

A pulse of raw divine fury. The entire cosmos trembled.

"You were HUMILIATED."

Hikari choked on his own breath.

"YOU—MY SON—MY SUPREME EXECUTIONER—LAY BROKEN AT HIS FEET!"

Another pulse. The golden halls fractured.

And then—lightning.

DIVINE RETRIBUTION.

A bolt of golden divine lightning struck Hikari's chest, his body seizing in agony as the energy tore through his being.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"

His scream ripped through the Great Hall.

"NOT ONLY THAT MY PERFECT WEAPON WAS TAKEN!"

The other Kings barely moved. Only Jophiel flinched, her hand tightening around her fan.

But Uriel—she clenched her fists, biting her lip. Memories flooded her mind.

The pain. The torment.

When she had defied Yahweh's command and ordered Heaven's retreat in the Shadow Realm—she had suffered for it.

But this—this was worse.

The lightning didn't stop.

It kept burning.

Crackling.

Tearing him apart, bit by bit.

Hikari's body convulsed as more golden chains wrapped around his limbs, forcing him onto his knees, his wings burning, his divine essence corroding.

He wasn't just being punished.

"p.. ea... s" He tried to say

He was being erased.

"Please fa...er" Hikari tried again in agony.

"You are no son of mine."

Yahweh's words were cold. Final. Absolute.

Hikari's body froze. His fear of being disowned momentarily gave him the power to beg.

"No… no, no, no, no—FATHER, PLEASE!"

"BEG ALL YOU WANT."

Another strike.

"YOU HAVE FAILED ME."

Another strike.

"THERE IS NO ROOM FOR FAILURE IN MY HEAVEN."

Another strike.

"IF YOU CANNOT BE PERFECTION—"

Another.

"THEN YOU ARE NOTHING."

The air was filled with the scent of burning wings.

Jophiel shuddered. She looked at her older sister. Uriel's hands were shaking.

She wasn't looking at Hikari anymore.

She was remembering.

Remembering the one who had saved her from being attacked from behind and even from her pun...

The abomination.

No—Noboru.

She clenched her fists tighter.

This was wrong.

Yahweh's punishment had always been absolute, but this—this was not justice.

Hikari may have been cruel. Arrogant. Unbearable. But he had believed in Yahweh's light more than any of them.

And now, that light was killing him.

She couldn't—she wouldn't—watch this.

Uriel moved.

Her spear gleamed as she subtly reached out, the golden inscriptions across her weapon glowing.

A flicker of Omni Energy. A single, instantaneous shift in reality.

And then—Hikari was gone.

Vanished.

Taken away.

The Seven Kings snapped their heads toward Uriel.

Bit they saw nothing other than a surge of her power.

Yahweh's golden eyes narrowed.

Uriel silently sighed he had not sensed it.

A pulse of divine scrutiny flooded the room.

Silence.

The Supreme One's gaze scanned existence itself.

But he could not find him.

Uriel's heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to remain still.

She had hidden him well—sent him somewhere Yahweh would never look.

Could not look

The Shadow Realm.

Yahweh's lips curled into a snarl.

"The abomination."

He spat the words like venom.

"The harlot's wretched son has taken him. After all who else would oppose me!"

His rage burned.

His power flared.

"I WILL ERASE HIM."

And at that moment—

Uriel made a choice.

She did not correct him.

She did not tell him the truth.

Instead—she looked down.

She was afraid if she told father it was her not the abomin... Noboru-Ku... Father would kill her too.

And so she remained silent.