"You also think Leonard Cohen's song is good, right!"
Peter had barely closed his eyes when a faint voice rang out from inside the room, startling him so much that he immediately sat up in bed.
Who is it?
Looking around every corner of the room, I didn't see anyone there.
But Peter was certain he hadn't misheard.
"Focus on humanity."
The voice, indistinguishable as male or female, appeared again, and this time Peter could clearly feel it was right beside his bed.
In this situation, fear is only natural, but Peter found himself unusually calm, quietly looking at the side of his bed.
As attention focused, the outline of a "person" gradually appeared there.
No, it's not human!
Peter's breathing became rapid, and he grew increasingly agitated.
As the outline gradually became clearer, the most striking and attention-grabbing feature was the three pairs of wings.
Tall and slender, surrounded by holy light, with three pairs of pure white wings on its back, one pair covering its head, one pair covering its body, and one pair covering its feet.
At this moment, it was slowly unfolding its three pairs of wings, revealing its body dressed in a robe.
"Angel!"
Pope Peter stared in disbelief, letting out a soft gasp.
"Human! My name is Gabriel. I have come to fulfill the covenant made with you a thousand years ago, at the moment my race is reopened... Holy crap! What are you doing, human!?"
Before the angel could finish speaking, Pope Peter jumped out of bed, solemnly performed a kneeling motion before Mass, his body ramrod straight, tears glistening in his eyes.
“My Lord’s messenger, the devout believer Peter Berger offers his highest respects. Has God finally heard my prayers?!”
The old pope wanted to take a few more steps forward, but found that the angel opposite him was looking at him with a surprised expression and took a few steps back.
This slightly interrupted Peter's excitement, emotion, and praise for the Lord.
"Lord Gabriel, what is this?"
"Wait! Human, why are you kneeling before me? Although you don't possess psychic powers, you are still human, and you are the Pope!"
"Well..."
Pope Peter saw the angel's face, which clearly showed his bewilderment, and he himself was also very bewildered.
"That is my highest respect for the Lord, and for you, Lord Gabriel!"
"But...you weren't like this before..."
What? It wasn't like this before?
Peter became increasingly confused as he listened, unsure how to respond, but still answered hesitantly.
"You are the archangel of my Lord, here to deliver the Lord's message, I..."
"Wait! Stop!"
Gabriel looked the old pope, who was wearing pajamas, up and down carefully, and then looked at the wings behind him.
After thinking for a while, he covered his face with his hands, looked at Pope Peter with a helpless expression, looked up at the sky, and then sighed.
"I think I know what's going on... but I still need to confirm. Where can I get internet access here?"
Peter's expression was quite something.
"Go online? What the hell?! Angels want to go online!"
"Nonsense, it's that thing that's so popular right now. I've heard about it. It has all sorts of information on it, it's really interesting!"
Peter, with a strange expression on his face, received a laptop through a pager.
Strangely, the priest who delivered the notebook seemed completely oblivious to the Seraph Gabriel, who was standing right next to him, once he entered the room.
This made Peter wonder if he was schizophrenic.
"You're not sick, I just don't want him to see you!"
"......"
Half an hour later, Gabriel, who had been browsing the internet for a long time with the Pope's accompaniment and guidance, put down his laptop and let out another long sigh.
The expression on his face was a complex mix of strange sympathy and schadenfreude.
Peter seemed a little uncomfortable, but he still asked the question carefully.
"Lord Gabriel, have you arrived at your answer?"
"I see. As expected, you still have to confirm these things yourself."
"I never expected this, more than a thousand years have passed, and you've all become so immersed in your roles that you can't tell the difference anymore..."
Peter was baffled by this. What did it mean to be too immersed in the role?
"I don't know what has happened to you over the past thousand years. I was just wondering why there wasn't a single human with spiritual abilities here, but now..."
Seeing Peter's eager expression, Gabriel scratched his head in a very human way.
"Uh, do you have any religious secrets, like the kind that only the Pope or high-ranking officials can see?"
Peter nodded and then immediately shook his head.
"There are some treasured books, but they are all protected ancient scrolls and there are no secrets."
"Then there's nothing I can do... Well, let me put it this way, I'm not an emissary of any of your masters..."
"What!!!"
The old pope, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly jumped half a meter high.
What's going on? Has Gabriel betrayed the Lord?
Peter looked at the angel with a serious expression and asked a question with boundless courage.
"Lord Gabriel, have you betrayed my Lord like Lucifer?"
*Smack!*
The angel opposite him slapped his face hard with one hand, revealing an expression of utter despair.
"How am I supposed to communicate with you! Didn't you create this 'master' yourselves? You asked us to help you maintain appearances back then, and now look what's happened—your own lineage has been completely severed!"
"Damn it, if it weren't for your promise to help us deal with the Abyss Demons' counterattack..."
At this point, the angel seemed to suddenly realize something and looked at Peter with a suspicious expression.
"Did you anticipate this situation and calculate that we would come to remind you?"
Seeing Peter's somewhat dazed expression, Gabriel covered his face again.
"Forget it, you don't know anything anyway!"
"Hey, that's great, really great. Looks like I'll be a babysitter for a while... Damn it, why don't I ever get to have such good opportunities!"
After saying that, Gabriel reluctantly lay down on the bed, his androgynous body displaying a unique kind of softness.
Peter's mind was in turmoil. Not only were the swear words the angel kept spewing out, which were shattering his worldview, but he was also confused by the information that had been revealed earlier.
Peter is certainly not stupid to have reached his current position; on the contrary, he possesses considerable wisdom.
Despite his old age, from the angel's reactions and those few words, an extremely unbelievable guess, tinged with a hint of fear, appeared in his mind.
I reviewed some of the history taught in the church and recalled the practices of monarchs in some countries' ancient histories that I had learned about.
Could it be!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Peter immediately cut off his own thoughts and desperately suppressed his ideas.
Impossible! Impossible! Peter, your faith is unwavering! This is not an angel, it is a devil, a demon!
"Holy crap! I'm impressed... You truly fit the definition of piety..."
"but!"
"Boom!"
The entire enormous bed turned to dust, and intense, distorted light, like radiation drawn by a magnetic force, converged behind the three pairs of wings.
"I hate it when people compare me to the devil!"
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