Chapter 2

Pushing my eyes open I stared at the wooden ceiling of my personal little dimension, sadness reaching up from the depths of my being.

This little dimension of mine was a reminder of how weak I was, of how little power I possessed.

It was a reminder to keep going forward and never giving up. Pushing those sad, dark thoughts away, I also pushed myself off of the couch I was on.

Standing up I yawned and stretched slightly before checking how long it had been since I closed my eyes.

Not too long by the looks of it, a mere year has passed.

Maybe a bit too long but it was alright, I didn't lose on much.

An Angel study period ranges from 5000 years to 50,000 years, which while quite a staggering amount for younger races, is not that long.

For me though, it was very long, since I myself am 'very' young.

Putting that aside, I thought about what type of angel I'd kidnap.. I mean 'persuade' to join and help me.

Thinking about the year levels at the Academy, I should aim for the lower years, for someone similar to my age since it'd be easier to train them that way.

First levels study for 50 years, while second levels study for 250. So these were the two levels I'd aim to get my angel from.

I hope I can find an angel for myself today.

I may be a god, but learning the lesser race knowledge was no easy feat, because my intelligence while high, is not something I wish to dedicate to astrology and geophysics.

I had to cram my body full of other more important knowledge, which I'd pursue later on, as I had a task in front of me right now.

My stretching finished, I walked towards my front door and thought of 'Univ Cos Sol Academy', the greatest of all Angel academies and opened my front door.

In the distant it stood in all of its glory, the planetary Academy, so large is consisted of trillions of souls with more than enough space left over.

Taking the sight in, I moved on.

I had appeared in front of one of the many 'Entry's, which was were all Gods, Higher Races and Lesser Races appeared when they came to the Academy.

It was sort of like reception desk.

While the lesser races had long queues which stretched for thousands of miles, the higher races had to wait in the 'Entry' waiting rooms while the Gods, like myself, could simply walk past the 'Entry' and go straight into the academy.

Even though I was a low tier god, I was still miles above everyone else here in position.

Snickering to myself, I made my way past entry and entered the academy, under the envious gaze of all the other races.

Some of them were looking at me at in hope of catching my attention, some of the more beautiful beings from the lesser and higher races even began to 'beautify' themselves then and there, by unbuttoning their top buttons exposing more cleavage, pulling their skirts up to reveal more thigh and casting extremely attractive flirty glances my way.

The prettiest of the bunch was an Azarian, the most advanced race known to the Triumvate of Power and were second only to Angels and Gods.

Even though she was an Azarian, there was almost a hundred quintillion Azarians so she was no one really special.

Actually maybe she was special, she was pretty far up in the line and only needed another 50 years to get in. Maybe she was a noble.

She probably thought I'd give her quick entry into the academy if she could win me over with lust.

I mean I could, and I'd be getting more connections on the inside as she would owe me immensely.

I decided to not take her in, but I'd take that one Fikronian child.

Since she got me to look at the people in the line I noticed he was a bit different.

He was around 4000 years back in the line but I felt he had something special, maybe it just reminded me of the past, but nonetheless I warped the kid in front of me.

He had short flaming red hair which extended all the way to his ankles, as well as having incredibly deep blue eyes, much like an ocean world. He was also very cute, like a hug-able plush. Adorable.

Smiling at him I said a mere three words.

Markas: “You owe me” to which he nodded immensely.

That aside I ignored everyone else since none of the people here had what I need.

And that was Angel status.

So ignoring them all, I entered the Academy, much to everyone else’s disappointment and shock, especially the pretty Azarian.

She looked flabbergasted as how I chose a 'lesser race' over her and many of the other Azarians in the line looked at me with anger and hate.

Like I cared what others thought about me.

Carrying the little Fikronian child I began to talk to him as I walked into the academy.

Markas: “So, what is your name kid?” I asked him to which he quickly tried to reply but bit his tongue.

He was only 11 and the shock of talking with a god was probably too much for him.

H-: “H- H- He-” he kept stuttering with his childish voice, which was charming for some reason as his embarrassment kept increasing until I patted his head.

Markas: “Calm down child, I won't bite” even though Fikronians were quite a delicacy amongst higher races I wasn't going to eat this kid.

Hellgin: “Hellgin...” he paused as he said his name “My name is Hellgin, Master Great Lord God” he replied to which I laughed.

That was quite the title, and I didn't have the courage to go around claiming such a name, not to other gods at least.

Markas: “Just call me Markas, or if that is to much for you, just call me 'Lord', alright?” I asked him to which nodded.

Good kid I thought as I patted his head.

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But I realised he was getting lots of glares from the other people in the line.

They all looked at him with open hate and anger but when I glanced towards the people who were making them, they all turned around or looked towards the ground in fear.

Pathetic, but whatever.

I entered the academy with the kid in my arms and then warped towards reception and dropped the kid on the table which shocked the 'High Angel' lady sitting there.

She looked up at me and then back to the kid several times in shock and curiosity.

Markas: “I, Markas, a God, backed this kids education, treat him well” and with that I walked away leaving two shocked people.

On my way to my original destination I was surprised at the fact that there were no other gods here.

I was sure there would be a few at least, I mean who doesn't need angels.

But whatever, better chance for me to kidnap someone... I mean 'persuade'.

I concentrated on the 'Headmaster of Student Discipline' Tizares, an 40,000 year old Angel.

He stood there with his androgynous features which even made my heart skip a beat occasionally as well as being perfect in almost all regards.

He was like a delicate statue, his beautiful long silver hair glimmering brightly as his beautiful gold eyes shined.

But all that aside, he was quite a poor bastard as he would probably never make it to God Hood, but he at least reached the position of Angel Ascendant, just one step below the highest Angel Rank, which was Supreme Ascendant Angel which was just one rank lower than the realm of gods.

Focusing on him, I warped in front of him, and there he stood, in front of a dozen pretty little (by the perspective of a god) girls.

These were 'Wingless', the race just before 'Winged' which would then reach 'Lesser Angel'. These must all be low ranking students, 'very' low ranking students.

But what were they doing in a Angel Ascendants room?

Oh... Well I got my answer very quickly.

He had a lusty look in his eyes and these little girls were fine morsels I guess.

But the moment I warped in the room (which was literally a second ago) his eyes immediately went back to looking radiant.

Such a bullshit artist.

But I couldn't really care, if servicing an Angel Ascendant who get you to rank up, most of these girls would do so in a heart beat, which they were just about to.

Nonetheless, because of me, they were all dismissed.

Tizares: “Girls, I'll have you all leave for now, I'll call upon you again in the future should I still need to” he said so with his charmingly deep voice and with that they all begrudgingly left, while giving me a death glare as if I wouldn't notice them.

Such bold girls, 'I'm so scared', I thought as I chuckled.

They left the room, leaving me and Tizares face to face.

Tizares: “Markas, such a surprise visit from you, how may I help you?” he inquired to which I smiled. “Last time you were here” he said looking over me “Well, you were not so mighty” he said with a chuckle.

Markas: “I've gone even further now you know, I'm no longer a Newling, I'm now a Lesser God, with my own planet and system” I told him to which his eyes widened in shock.

Tizares: “You.. You've become a god?!” he asked as a look of envy and anger flashed across his face before turning into a happy grin “A thought you had become more powerful, but a god! Such beautiful news my lord” he quickly recovered as he made a bow.

Smiling back at him I nodded.

Markas: “I'd like you to bring up the roster for failing first and second levels” I told him plainly to which he had a confused reaction.

Tizares: “Failing? But... why?” he asked me as he couldn't comprehend why a new god would want to waste time on a failure “I'm sure there are plenty of angels far more capable than 'that' student, let me bring up those files” he said so with disgust but I waved him off.

Markas: “None of those higher class students would accept my invitation” I said so plainly “Because I apprentice under no one, my planet is dead and I have the task to give life to it myself with no aid from anyone” and as those words escaped my lips he had a look of pity cross his eyes.

Tizares: “Such sad news, but at least you are now a god you know, that has got to be worth something, and a 'God of Creation' at that, even if you are at a disadvantage” as he said so he brought out a single piece of paper with one line of writing on it and passed it over to me “That is the only failure in the lower levels” his voice still contained a tinge of disgust.

Looking over the files I saw the one angel, from the first year.

I chuckled as I read his file.

[Mephis Topheles, Lesser Angel, Age 24, level 1, 2/10 grades, failure]

Not bad I thought to myself, this kid would have no choice but to join or me, or he'd be expelled soon since you need a minimum of 5/10 to pass.

And no one, I mean no one, wanted the stigma of having failed Angel Academy.

Smiling at Tivares I nodded.

Markas: “Call him, we've got lots of talking to do” to which he Tivares sighed sadly.

Authors Note:

I'll be adding a lot of comedy into the next few chapters after I get the required information I have to convey to the readers out of the way.

Also, I'll be keeping Markas's past hidden for a while as it adds more mystery to the character, and I sort of like it that way.

Also just a note incase people were wondering, the planet creation arc will last awhile... it's not easy creating a planet you know, in real or in theory.

For me anyways.

Anyways, Peace!