If Mu Miao's blue eyes were like a clear and bottomless lake, then Cecivido's blue eyes were like an unfathomable abyss of the deep blue sea.
When he fixed his gaze on someone, his powerful aura would overwhelm them, forcing them to lower their heads in submission. Mu Miao avoided his gaze, his voice weakening. “...I-I don’t want to go.”
Cecivido spread his magnificent white wings and grabbed Mu Miao’s wrist. His tone was absolute. “You must.”
Sariel had never left Heaven since he was born and rarely went out. While other little angels were lively and energetic, Sariel often stayed alone in his palace.
This was not normal.
Before God fell into slumber, He specifically instructed Cecivido to look after Sariel. Cecivido believed it was time to change this situation.
Frightened by his stern tone, Mu Miao dared not object and allowed Cecivido to pull him along. They flew through the air, Mu Miao spreading his own wings to follow.
Cecivido’s wings were twice as long as Mu Miao’s. When Mu Miao flew beside him, he looked like a tiny fledgling protected under Cecivido’s wings.
Uriel watched this scene, a trace of dissatisfaction flashing across his handsome face. “I am the God of Judgment. Cecivido is overstepping into my responsibilities!”
Another archangel speculated, “Perhaps Cecivido simply thinks little Sariel is too quiet and wants to take him out to see new things.”
Uriel remained unconvinced. Known for his fiery and irritable temperament, he still restrained himself out of respect for Cecivido, venting his displeasure with a grumble. “I could take Sariel too. He’s so small; he wouldn’t be a bother.”
In fact, the thought of the little angel’s lovely, watery eyes gazing at him with admiration made Uriel’s heart itch.
“No, next time, I’ll make sure he sees my true strength.”
Unaware that someone had already set their sights on him, Mu Miao struggled to flap his wings to keep up with Cecivido.
However, Cecivido was flying too fast. Mu Miao’s body, unused to exertion, soon became fatigued. His hair clung to his sweat-drenched face, and his wings ached unbearably at their base.
“Ce… Cecivido.”
The little angel couldn’t hold on any longer. His weak voice, soft like a kitten’s whimper, barely reached anyone’s ears.
Yet Cecivido immediately caught the faint sound. He turned back in an instant, flying to Mu Miao’s side and seeing his sweat-soaked face.
Startled, he asked in his deep, resonant voice, tinged with worry, “Sariel, are you alright?”
Mu Miao’s wingbeats slowed. He shook his head weakly, tears shimmering in his eyes as he looked up at Cecivido. “...I’m so tired. I can’t fly anymore.”
Cecivido, who had always dealt with resilient soldiers, found himself at a loss with this soft little bundle.
He vividly remembered when God entrusted the infant Sariel to him.
The lofty deity, usually calm and detached, looked at the child with loving golden eyes. “Sariel’s health is frail, Cecivido. You must take care of him.”
Cecivido didn’t understand how a heavenly being created by divine power could have physical weaknesses. Suppressing his doubts, he accepted the infant and promised, “My Lord, I will.”
As God fell into slumber and tensions between the angels and vampires escalated, Cecivido became increasingly busy, inadvertently letting Sariel grow up in solitude.
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RomanceThe main god, Mu Miao, was miserable, he couldn't even afford to eat, he had no choice, he had to listen to his brother and go to the various copies to play a variety of NPCs that blocked the players. In the fallen copies, all kinds of fierce and ho...
