Satan's giant fist reunited from the furnace of hell tore apart the sea of clouds in the heavens, and nine radiant arrays burning with the wrath of order were almost swallowed up by darkness.
The radiance of God exploded like the first cry of creation, turning Satan's body into nothingness inch by inch - but Lucifer's black mist wrapped in the origin of hell had pierced the curtain of holy light like a poisonous snake, and with his fingertips carrying the immortal, burning black core, he pressed hard against the bulging belly of a pregnant woman in labor on the human continent below.
"Father," he whispered to the remaining divine power in the void, "your most perfect cage... Is life itself."
When the newborn's cry cut through the bloody smell of the castle delivery room, the bell of the church outside the window struck the eighteenth bell.
I have long wanted to write a book that contains theological elements. After thinking for a long time, I decided to choose demons and angels as opposing images. The protagonist is an intermediate carrying two powers. He lives with the devil under the nourishment of light, and finally gains the power to rewrite the rules of the world.
