Let There Be Light! Ch.13

— God —

The years seemed to go by slowly. Slower than I’d like. In all honestly, the first century was the worst. Or rather, it was the longest. Eventually, a total of nine hundred thirty years went by.

In the first century, I spent much of my time in Heaven. Very rarely leaving its confines unless it was to spend time with the animals on Earth. There wasn’t much to do besides that, and I refused to step down into Hell for a while. My only saving grace was the time I spent with my angels and the comfort of Azazel, Remiel, and any other female angel looking for intimate relations.

In the second century, I repeated much of what I had been doing in the first century. I watched as my angels grew more mature, but even still, they very obviously depended on me, just not as much as before. I wouldn’t force them to grow more independent, even if I wanted to do nothing more than sleep for a millennia to rest and regain some of the power I had lost when creating existence.

The third century was a much-needed change. Humans now flocked around in a relatively large community, which was good, all things considered. They prayed to me, as instructed by Adam, and in turn, I gave them grace. I ensured their harvests were good and the winters were tame.

In the fourth century, I saw some of the devils rise out from Hell and begin wandering the Earth. Whenever I did, I’d give them a good bolt of lightning and kick their ass back down for Lucifer and Lilith to lick their booboos. It was around this time that I grew incredibly bored of how slow things were going and sort of…sped things up.

The best way to put it is I changed the time dilation in Heaven. A second in Heaven was a minute on Earth. It's not too different, but it made the years go by way quicker. Before, I had been playing an influential role in the growth and faith of humanity, but now I was taking a backseat and letting them decide what they wanted to do. Of course, I still answered prayers when necessary.

During the fifth century, I watched as two other beings were formed in the realm that I left untouched when I created existence. Born from the dreams and infinite potential of humanity, two dragon gods came into existence.

Great Red, the Dragon of Dreams, The Apocalypse.

Ophis, the Dragon of Infinity.

Their existence…spoke a great deal about humanity as a whole. Their dreams of grandeur, their dreams of reaching the stars and even grabbing a hold of them, and their infinite potential to make those dreams a reality.

These two beings would be at the top of the food chain someday, and technically, you could claim them as my children/grandchildren since they were born of the dreams and potential of my creations.

I had popped in and looked at both dragons, but they didn’t fully comprehend my existence nor my words, so I left them to grow for a half dozen centuries. Maybe then they’ll be more mature.

Toward the latter half of the sixth century, the being of suffering came into existence.

Trihexa, 666, the Beast of Revelations.

It started as a small black ball, one I instantly suppressed upon seeing it, but it would always reform, always grow more substantial.

The devils, the angels, the humans. All of them suffered in their own ways, some more than others, and through this suffering, the Trihexa grew stronger.

The obvious answer to the Trihexa problem would be to end all suffering in existence, but that was easier said than done.

To end all suffering, I need to end all free will. Oftentimes, when someone suffers, it’s because of the choices they made. Not one of circumstance. Of course, there are exceptions, but I’m a firm believer in Freedom of Choice.

Actions have Consequences; if you want to be saved from those consequences, believe in me, and I will lend my aid. If you choose not to believe in me, is it surprising when the consequences of your actions catch up to you?

The seventh century was one of rest, I’ll admit. I split my existence into two forms. One would constantly gather strength that I had lost, while the other would tend to the problems of Heaven and Earth.

These two beings, God the Father, my body. And God the Holy Spirit, my spirit.

In the eighth century, the Trihexa was growing even stronger at an incredible rate. I realized that if things continued like this, the Trihexa would be a Beast even stronger than he should be.

I knew what my options were to slow it down, and one hit my mind hard. As I looked down on the Earth and watched as more and more humans stopped praying to me, as they turned away from me and embraced sin and, as a consequence, suffered for their decisions, I knew what the most effective option would be.

The Flood.

I admit I didn’t want to do it, and I plan on taking several centuries to think about it before I do. Was following the path of canon God the right call? Is my belief that choices have consequences flawed?

Of course, it is because nothing is perfect, and I am no exception.

It’s times like this where I wish I were back in my past life, lounging around at work, or watching anime, maybe reading manga to pass my time. Life…was so easy then when I didn’t have the fate of existence on my shoulders.

But I chose this path, and there was no going back.

Nine hundred and thirty years passed, and here I was, or my spirit at least. Watching over Adam as he took his last breath. Eve watched on with a sad smile on her older face, and with a quiet breath, she made a prayer to me.

‘Heavenly Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. My request is a simple one so as not to burden you. My light, my love, has breathed his last, and I, too, wish to do the same. To spend eternity with him, whether in the Lord’s tender embrace or in servitude to devils.’

Her request was a sad one too many, but not to me. Because I knew they would get the eternity they craved. They were diligent servants, lessening the spread of Trihexa’s influence as much as possible. Always pushing for Humanity to reject sin and follow my word through Adam.

They earned their eternity.

With a snap of my fingers, Eve’s soul left her body, and both Adam and Eve’s spirits ascended to Heaven.

— Later —

I had escorted Adam and Eve to Sixth Heaven. They both walked, side by side, looking as young as they had been when I created them, only now they wore clothes. The entire time, we didn’t speak a word. There wasn’t a need to. They had done all they hoped to do in their lives, and I was proud of them. They knew how I felt, and I knew how they felt.

Once we reached our destination, I watched as they reunited with some of their lost children and grandchildren. Tragedy struck on Earth all the time, and some were luckier than others when it did.

I didn’t stay for long as they held one another. I would be seeing them whenever I, and they, wished.

So, with a warm smile on my face, I walked out from Sixth Heaven and made my way to Fifth Heaven where my children were currently mingling.

“I mean this in the nicest way, Baraqiel, you’re not very good at these games, are you?” Azazel asked with an apologetic look.

“Nine hundred years and you’re still as predictable as ever.” Remiel chipped in, looking more disappointed than ever.

“You act like that’s a lot of time or something!” Baraqiel frowned, paying Micheal his rent.

“Well, we live forever, so technically, time is irrelevant.” Michael smiled kindly, counting the Monopoly money.

“You are correct, Michael.” I announced my presence and everyone turned to me, bowing instantly. “Rise.”

“It’s good to see you here, Father!” Gabriel perked up, rushing over and hugging me tightly. “You rarely show up in Fifth Heaven.”

Ah, I suppose she’s right. I’ve spent so much time in Seventh Heaven thinking about how to cook up a permanent solution to the Trihexa. I hadn’t read the DxD Light Novel, so I didn’t even know what they did to win…if they even won at all.

“I’ve been…busy.”

“Busy, Father? Please let us know what we can do to help.” Michael got up, holding his hand over his heart. His face expressed his worry, but I held up a hand.

“I will not concern you all with it. And I know what you’re going to say, your help wouldn’t change anything. Thank you for offering though.”

My words had a negative effect on the room, everyone deflated, looking like I just told them they were useless.

I let out a sigh and took a seat on one of the chairs. “There is something big, and in time, it’ll wreak havoc. I’m trying to figure out a way to stop it.”

Everyone grew surprised at my words. Michael and Gabriel returned to their seats as everyone listened closely to my next words.

“In time a solution will be found, but until then, I ask you all not to worry about it.”

A deep silence descended on the room as they thought about my words and processd them. A difference between Angels and Humans is Angels don’t lie. Everything they say, they mean, so when they speak, when they agree, when they choose to do something, they mean it.

They all looked at one another and nodded, and Michael stood up.

“We trust in you Father. If you tell us not to worry, we won’t. We leave this event in your Almighty hands.”

His words brought a smile to my face.

“Thank you. All of you.”

— Azazel —

She moaned in ecstasy as her father once again sheathed himself inside her fully, giving her ass a firm smack, just the way she liked it.

With God being stressed by whatever was bothering him, she and Remiel felt…inclined to offer as much needed assistance to him as they could.

“O-Oh…Yes, Mnngh~”

Remiel shutting her up by mashing their lips together didn’t help in taking her down from her orgasm. The way her sister’s tongue dove into her mouth, all while Remiel’s powerful body manhandled her tits, tweaking her nipples to the defined angel’s delight.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

God didn’t relent in his vicious assault on her rear, slapping her ass and making it jiggle, all while he drove into her needy cunt. She wanted him more than anything, and he knew that perhaps better than she did.

He grabbed a hold of her hips, speeding up in his thrusts as his cock sheathed over and over again in her tight sopping cunt. His hips slammed against her ass, causing them to jiggle enticingly, all while Remiel continued dominating her mouth, and she loved every moment of the assault both were committing on her.

“I’m coming, Azazel. Remiel, be sure to clean me up once I’m done.”

Remiel pulled back from the kiss to give her father a loving smile with lust-filled, hazy eyes. “As you command, Father~”

Remiel crawled her way over to God, all the while swaying her ass for Azazel to see as she looked back-

“Oh, am I boring you so much that you find time to look at another?” God asked, his voice husky as he slowed his movements. “Let’s fix that then.”

“Oh! W-Wait!”

He flipped her over, pinning her on her back in a mating press before driving his cock into her begging cunt.

“Anngh!” She moaned loudly, the pleasure overtaking her. God didn’t for a moment relent in his assault on her pussy, thrusting in and out hard, the base of his cock and balls smacking against her pussy lips in a soppy mess of their fluids.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her tongue lolled out. Nothing was better than when God gave her rough treatment and put her in her place.

“I’m cumming!” She shouted, her pussy walls clenching around his cock. God let out a guttural groan as he flooded her cunt with his hot cum. Her orgasm continued to spasm and grip his cock, begging him to never let go. To never leave her.

Eventually, he did, though. Slowly he pulled his way out of her, and as his cock dropped, it was caught by Remiel’s face. She quickly got to work, licking both of their liquids off his cock. She put her hands on God’s waist as she took him to the base, deepthroating him in a way only they could.

Azazel looked up at God, hazy blue eyes meeting his confident yet loving rainbow-colored orbs.

Centuries of having sex with him, and it always felt good. As she watched Remiel clean their Father up, she couldn’t stop her mind from drifting to Gabriel once again.

In all this time, Gabriel had never once been burdened by the sin of lust and never once wished to join God in his bed.

And Azazel was tired of waiting.

She had experienced a great deal of angelic women throughout the years, and none turned her on like God or Gabriel did.

She loved Remiel, of course; their time in the bedroom held some of her most incredible and pleasurable memories of her existence-

But it wasn’t enough.

She needed more.

— Chapter End —

Author's Note: Idk how I felt about the timeskip, but I needed to move this story along. Spending forever at the beginning of the Earth just ain't gonna cut it.