Chapter 1865: Chapter 1865: The Eighth Seraphim vs. Eye of Darkness (Part 6)
The other Seraphim nodded in agreement.
There are differences in rank even among the Seraphim.
Those of lower standing would address their superiors as "Your Highness."
Lucifer is the Seraphim Chief, the acknowledged number one among the Seraphim, and all Seraphim respectfully address him as "Your Highness."
Although Gallia does not have an official title, considering her strength and the extraordinary favor the divinities show her, she undoubtedly became second only to Lucifer among the Seraphim.
Angels are naturally pure and good, never hiding their pursuit of beauty.
Michael, serving as the adjutant to Lucifer, blinked his red eyes and suddenly said to Metatron standing beside him, "Your Highness Metatron, your artistic skills are so good, could you capture this beautiful scene?"
Besides Lucifer and Gallia, the only one other Seraphim could call "Your Highness" is Metatron, the Prime Minister of Heaven.
Metatron is the gentlest among the Seraphim; when he smiles, it’s as if ripples spread outward in circles in his blue eyes.
"Michael, if you can gain the consent of His Highness Lucifer and Her Highness Gallia, how about I make you a painting?"
He also looked forward to creating a work containing both of their Highnesses.
Michael is the most carefree, serving as Lucifer’s adjutant, often caught being inattentive on duty.
After some thought, he dejectedly gave up: "Forget it, I’m afraid His Highness will ask me about work again then."
He gazed fondly at those conversing together, secretly taking out the Crystal Magic Sphere.
Samael’s eyes widened: "Michael, are you crazy?"
He’s the Angel of Death, governing life and fate, also the Prison Warden of Angel Prison.
When it comes to character, Samael is the least humorous, most meticulous among the Seraphim.
Michael replied with a smile: "The divinities and their Highnesses have never said we couldn’t use the Crystal Ball to capture their images. Don’t worry, Samael, don’t worry..."
Gabriel chuckled secretly.
She had clearly seen His Highness Lucifer glance in this direction the moment Michael took out the Crystal Ball.
Though His Highness didn’t say anything, Gabriel could already foresee Michael’s Crystal Ball getting confiscated.
Gu Shengyin also noticed this scene.
She laughed and said, "Ten thousand years, and Michael’s character hasn’t changed a bit."
The Seraphim represents the face of Heaven, with naturally rigorous demands on manners and etiquette.
Since his creation, Michael has been the liveliest among the Seraphim.
Who would have thought, after all these years, he only managed to appear a little more graceful in front of outsiders.
Once only a few close comrades remained, he immediately returned to his true form.
Lucifer’s smile remained unchanged: "Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with him. When we return, we shall teach him well."
Gu Shengyin: "..."
Michael, good luck to you.
All angels in Heaven knew that, though His Highness Lucifer seemed gentle, he was actually the strictest about rules and etiquette.
Michael in his hands could truly be considered unfortunate.
Gu Shengyin couldn’t help but say, "Your Highness, Michael doesn’t mean any harm..."
Lucifer smiled at her: "I won’t punish him, rest assured, Gallia. I’m just teaching him to practice the etiquette he should."
Gu Shengyin couldn’t help but sympathize with Michael inwardly.
Who didn’t know, Michael, the battle angel, only loved going to war, with no interest in Heaven’s ceremonial history at all?
