Chapter 278 (1): Made Fearless by Love
Was the Heavenly Father an ancient god?
Wayne thought about it with a frown. Judging by the angels of heaven alone, they did look like an ancient god’s followers, and if that was the case, the Heavenly Father had to be an ancient god.
To Wayne’s knowledge, though, ancient gods weren’t interested in faith. The Sea God on Dragonheart Island, for example, had been too lazy to bend down and pick up the faith Their followers served on a silver platter even after descending.
That wasn’t the case for the Church of Heavenly Father. It had once dominated the Chosen Land as the one prominent faith, with no other competitors capable of challenging it. That led to a war of faiths that killed the God of Storm and Lightning, with an evolution path of giants. The god ended up erased from history and faded out of public consciousness.
Nevertheless, the Church of Heavenly Father wasn’t Heaven. One couldn’t conclude that Heaven was pursuing faith based on the Church of Heavenly Father’s behavior in the Chosen Land.
Case in point, the mainstream five goddesses. Their existence showed that the Heavenly Father didn’t care.
But if the Heavenly Father was an ancient god and had created the Chosen Land, how did the five goddesses rise in power? Where did they come from? Had the God of Storm and Lightning once been a member of the Life Alliance?
What about hell? How were the demons able to go head-to-head with heaven without a leader? Or were the demons followers of an ancient god, who once led hell? Was the true war of faiths the war between the two ancient gods, and heaven ended up winning?
That couldn’t be. What was so special about the Chosen Land that two ancient gods would be interested in it?
The numerous questions left Wayne confused. He put aside his confusion and told an excited Juno, “Once it begins, the evolution cannot be stopped. I’ll be honest with you. Angels’ true appearances are not easy on the eyes. You should be ready.”
“I know. I’ve read the ancient texts of the Church of Heavenly Father, so I know their true faces.” Juno wasn’t worried. Appearance didn’t matter; power was the end-all and be-all asset.
The powerful would remain powerful. Even if the powerful were hideous, their hideous appearance would come to represent strength. The powerful didn’t even have to disguise themselves; their followers would laud the hideousness as dignified, mysterious, ancient, and unknowable.