The Heavenly Tale - Nameless God's

Extra Chapter: Trust pt.1

Hell is not only always dark, but also filled with voices that can sometimes not be understood or guessed. There is always a mystery behind the voices in Hell. Something could sound like a cry, yet it was actually the sound of laughter. Something could be heard laughing, yet it was actually a scream. No one can guess with certainty what happened in Hell just through his voice.

But at certain times, there will be a terrible silence enveloping the plains of Hell. The endless silence that made all the other voices become more prominent. The sound of fabrics flashing in the wind, the sound of breathing, the sound of blood flow, even the sound of strands of hair rubbing against each other could be clearly heard above all else. This was the voice that was enveloping Hell at that time when the Red Spirit was descending into Hell.

His right hand was dyed with a jet-black liquid, and from the ends of his bouncy fingers dripped the same thick black liquid. He raised his hand, then flicked it gracefully, throwing the black liquid out of his hand. The black liquid was rather thick, so he flicked his right hand several times. Due to his graceful movements, his body remained standing upright with his left hand holding his red umbrella without faltering. Not knowing what technique he was using, but the black liquid could completely disappear from his hands, leaving behind his pale, clean fingers, and his ever-unstained red coat.

He began to walk while raising his face, stepping firmly between the corpse and the carcass that was no longer recognized. But he never stepped on a single corpse or carcass, dirt, pool of blood, or stone. The steps he took were not playful, making his body sway with a beautiful yet dashing. The ends of his long hair moved slowly on his back, freely unraveling and lustrous. Not only did her hair always appear to be lustrous like silver, but just then that night-dark hair reflected the golden light of the Barricade of Light behind her. The more he walked away, the more faded the golden sparkle was.

He walked for quite a long time and only stopped when he no longer encountered the pile of corpses and carcasses. Only then did he stop and look back. His eyes stared at the towering Barricade of Light endlessly into the sky of Hell, as if admiring it.

"Are you bored?" I heard a voice.

The Red Spirit sighed softly. "I don't" he answered.

"Then get some rest" the voice came back.

The Red Spirit fell silent for a moment. "These lights will never not comfort me, how can I be bored?" He turned around and left the place.

"You can get bored" said the voice again. But the voice then stopped and no longer appeared for some time.

The Red Spirit was also silent throughout the journey, so silence once again enveloped Hell at that moment. After a long walk, his legs that had always walked with steady steps and must have now suddenly stopped. His eyes were still staring straight in front of him. Faintly, a faint smile adorned his face. Her smile was neither evil nor cynical, her smile was gentle yet mysterious.

He told me earlier that he would not be bored. But the voice that had spoken to him had said that he could be bored, even though he did not continue or explain the words again. And now the Red Spirit reconsiders his own words. Not because of the previous voice that denied him, but because he, the Red Spirit himself, realized that memory was a little limited.

How could he forget?

For him who spent hundreds of thousands of years waiting, of course he could get bored. In fact, he was bored extraordinarily. He remembered now that when he was bored, he would become angry, and when he was angry, he would destroy everything before him, almost without reason. He was lucky because the demons and ghosts in Hell were so abundant in number, so he could vent his sense of boredom at any time. Well, he also admitted that he would vent it on everything including the inhabitants of Heaven or the Barricade of Light. The problem was that he was so often bored and angry, then destroyed things, so he was already very used to it. But when it is said that he destroyed everything 'almost' for no reason, then that is actually true. He is not completely without reason.

He knew that even though he lived in Hell, he really hated Hell and its contents. That's why he's doing so much chaos in hell. But he was also not on good terms with Heaven, so every time he met the inhabitants of Heaven, he would only sneer and want to oppress them. But it wasn't just him because he was heartless. He has his reasons.

But how could he forget?

Ah, there he is. He did look haughty from his appearance and style of speech, but he did not mind admitting that he was wrong. He had said before that he was very old, and even though he remembered everything, it would be easier if there were triggers that could make him remember better. Now, when the trigger popped up, she remembered.

Someone had entrusted such a great thing to him, and he would never betray that trust. He held that trust firmly, to the point that it became a part of himself. That was why he had almost forgotten, and he could only laugh at his own stupidity.

Someone has wanted it to destroy demons and ghosts in Hell as much as possible, so be he who hates these creatures. Someone has asked him to follow the will of his heart, so be he. Someone has given him a great task, so he did it. On top of that, someone believed it. Then it happened so. During his life, he held that belief.

So when the Red Spirit looked back at that soft golden shining figure before him, he just smiled. He could not turn his eyes away from the figure of the god. The god who rose from his fall. The god who was reborn in pure white. The god who took his throne. And as a humble servant before the god, the Red Spirit will kneel before him.

The figure of the god walked over with graceful yet firm steps. She paused for a moment when their gazes met, then continued walking while covering the tip of her nose and mouth with the long sleeves of her dress. He stopped when he came to the umbrella of the Red Spirit.

"Daughter of the Gods." The name flowed from the mouth of the Red Spirit gently. His eyes never once left the figure that now faced him.

The God Princess lowered her hand then spoke, "I came here to say thank you."

"I have the responsibility of helping my fellow gods to solidify the Barricade of Light. It's very normal for me to keep an eye on Hell for that long. I saw what you did," the God's Princess said. "Whatever you mean or what you're doing, I don't know. But killing a legion of demon soldiers is a big thing, even for us residents of Heaven. Although not a single god would consider your deeds noble, I personally convey my gratitude to you."

The Red Spirit fell silent for a moment, still with a smile of admiration adorning his face. "How did you see me? I think it's clear between us that Heaven can't see through my Butak Sheath."

"I didn't see you, I saw what you did." The God Princess turned around and started walking slowly. As if knowing that the God Princess was about to step up, the Red Spirit moved its legs and its hands followed the direction of the God Princess. He kept both of them in the umbrella. "It's not strange that there's a legion of demon soldiers that suddenly stopped moving? Moreover, they were on their way to the Barricade of Light. When I looked at it closer, I realized that I had to go down by myself to see it with my own eyes." The God Princess paused for a moment. "Although, I'm sure it must have been you."

"Hmm.." a low murmur came out from the mouth of the Red Spirit, showing his admiration. "What a glorious power of the gods, can see the whole world."

However, the God Princess knew that a scornful tone appeared on the sidelines of the compliment. So he simply smiled as he said, "And how powerful you are that Heaven cannot watch over you."

This invited a smile of deeper admiration for the Red Spirit. "I want to talk about you" he said. They stopped for a moment, looking at each other. No words came out of their mouths for a while.

Then the God Princess said, "I want to talk about you. Why, when you always act in Hell while scorning Heaven, you never touch Earth?"

This was a question he could easily answer. "Since a long time ago, someone I loved lived on Earth. But since I knew he was destined for something big, I didn't want to let him down. So all I want is to make sure he lives his life on Earth well. It doesn't matter what I do for him, as long as he can live his life and learn a lot from it, it's something worth fighting for. Now, I know that he loves his people so much on Earth, so I won't hurt what he loves. That's why I never touched Earth."

The Red Spirit answered like a song. The answer is intense, but knowing that as long as he speaks his eyes never leave the eyes of the interlocutor, then there are actually no words that accurately describe the situation at that time.

And whatever his goal was to do that, it seems he succeeded. The God Princess again raised her hand and closed her mouth. The tip of his eyes twitched and his head slightly lowered. "I thought I told you I wanted to talk about you."

"And I want to speak of you" replied the Red Spirit. His eyes stared bravely.

The God Princess closed her eyes while frowning. He walked back after, this time his hand was on the upper arm of the Red Spirit, as if pulling him to follow him. But only the Red Spirit knows for sure that the Daughter of God did not attract her at all. The two of them immediately walked along with uniform steps. A wide smile adorned the face of the Red Spirit.

The Red Spirit knew from the beginning that the Daughter of God was a wise and loving figure. He will lead anyone to do something from zero until he becomes proficient, only then will he leave them. He does not hesitate to rebuke, punish or test, but he also does not hesitate to praise or give appreciation with a touch of affection. He is very used to this way, but he can also feel shame when someone praises or appreciates him personally. It was only because he was used to being formal, upholding his dignity as a god. Receiving personal appreciation is what still makes it clunky.

"Actually, I want to talk to you too. More precisely maybe I want to ask for your help." After a long while of silent walking, the God Princess finally spoke. "Will you listen to me?"

"Whatever you want."

"I asked you why you never touched Earth, but it wasn't a coincidence. During my time as a god, I did what I was assigned, and I tried to voice my ideas to be considered in Heaven. But I couldn't help but voice my ideas, so I always talked about it with one or two gods to discuss before I took it to a wider forum." The female god begins.

"With the real threat from the demons and ghosts of Hell, I wish I could make sure humans live with freedom from that threat. It's true that they have faith and they can fight against the forces of darkness with that power, but I believe a god has the power to save his people."

"If I can, I want to meet those who have to fight against the darkness directly, I want to grab onto them and bring them into the light with my own hands. Of course, not everyone is worthy, so I want to observe them quietly from close up continuously. If they would take back the light and make amends, of course I would forgive them. If they turn out to be arrogant, I can't do anything but let them into the power of the other gods."

For a moment the Red Spirit fell silent with a stiff face. Then he asked, "And what do the other gods think?"

The Daughter of God sounded out a slow breath. "The rules of Heaven are binding and absolute; no god should descend to Earth for any purpose. I find out again, and all rules have one exception in common, that is any rule will be cancelled if the Allfather wills another. But this seems very remarkable, the Allfather empowered Heaven to set its rules, and all this time the Allfather never intervened directly for purposes such as punitive giving or rule setting." The God Princess stopped for a moment. "I thought I was going to try to convince the gods again, but I was thinking how. I can't talk to the Allfather, so I'll cross off that choice anyway."

"And what do you want me to do?"

"If..." The God Princess paused for a moment, picking out the words in her head. "What's the worst that could happen if I go against the law of Heaven?"