Rank 7
For the Ministry, Mihael had to prepare three things.
One, good clothes. Clothes which Endroma provided so that wasn't an issue. He was wearing a black suit and Sarveisa was wearing a white dress…
Two, godly etiquette, which Sarveisa didn't shut up about, yet it probably wasn't going to cause much of any difference. After all, Mihael's etiquette for better or worse was on par with even the supreme gods, if not more wicked.
And third- a bribe.
A bribe, Mihael didn't even bother with.
And with all that, Mihael and Sarveisa headed off to the ministry.
On top of the clouds, just below the sacred Chapel, was the nine domed ministry. Roughly a few hundred floors tall.
Angels in suits going in, coming out.
Lots of ordinary angels walking around for various reasons.
The ministry didn't just control the who got to be a god but they also controlled who got how much power. They were the forefathers and the backbone of the Sacred Church and they were also in a sense, the governing body of heaven.
"Do you have an appointment, miss?" The guard stopped them from even stepping inside.
"Yes, I believe I'd made the appointment last week under the name of Mihael Zable."
"Let me-" The guard ran through some floating images. "Please go right in. The council should be expecting you."
They went inside.
Very shiny.
Shiny, glassy floor, shiny walls, shiny chandeliers and-
Yeah, Mihael's mood was only getting worse.
"You had already booked an appointment?"
"I had, yes." She cleared her throat. "You don't mind me being your first attendant, right?"
"I don't care about that."
A grin. "Alright."
They walked bit and went for the open lift which was going to take them to one of the top floors of the ministry.
Just as the open lift was about to start though, one particular angel hopped on. Nicely dressed in silver.
"Tsk…" Sarveisa clicked her tongue, not a word.
"Good morning," the high angel said, smiling.
"Morning…" Mihael mumbled.
"Oh wow, he actually replied for once," Rose said, surprised herself. But her face twisted to a grin as she stared at the other high angel.
Of course, Sarveisa didn't particularly say anything but her teeth did rattle a bit.
The lift started, no wires, no control panel, nothing.
It just stared.
And in a matter of seconds traveled through the hundred or so floors.
Speed.
The three inside didn't feel a thing, as the doors to the 96th floor opened up.
"We'll have to climb a few more floors," Sarveisa said.
She led them to the stairs.
The lift didn't go past the 96th floor unless it wasn't an emergency, and this wasn't one.
"How will you get them to agree?" Sarveisa asked.
"You'll see…"
"That makes me quite worried, you know."
"And you should be. Never trust another wholeheartedly, for excessive trust equals dependence."
Sarveisa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I'm still going to trust you. Not because I want to be dependent on you but because I want to trust you."
No reply.
They climbed some stairs.
On the 99th floor, Sarveisa double checked Mihael's suit and once she was done- "We're going through that door-" She pointed at the end of the hallway.
***
Brilliant light.
Too bright.
Almost making Mihael squint for once…
They began by singing his praises-
Then moving on to his valiant efforts and how even at the age of almost three, he had accomplished so much.
Flattery.
Rougly twenty ministers, all sitting in this large room, all above Mihael in a round fashion.
"Mihael Zable- in recognition to your valiant efforts, and merits, we are proud to award you with the title of rank 10 godhood."
The council had taken care of all the paperwork.
Only the awarding ceremony was next.
There were only high angels here.
Corporate angels.
No gods. Five seats were there however. Just above the council men.
Four empty seats.
And above the four, another empty seat.
"But the council demands an adequate donation for such a privilege to be provided to a lower-tier angel-"
Sarveisa was dreading this moment but just like Rose, she remained behind Mihael, bowing on her knees.
"Would payment in the form of letting you live also work?" Mihael said, holding seventeen hearts in his hands. All beating- "Well?"
They just floated over his hand…. Still beating.
"Wait, what?" Sarveisa stared in disbelief.
And so did the council.
What the hell?
Before the guards could even bother taking a stance, Mihael punctured one of the hearts, let it bleed, and let the cries of one of the councilmen fill the room with joy. His joy.
"I can of course still heal you but-" Mihael grinned.
A large sigh. "Can't you do things a bit more… normally?" Said the god, as he took one of the four empty seats.
Sir Cumsalot had come.
"Unnecessary."
"OF course it is… why do you want to become a god?"
"I have some work left in the lower plains."
"You don't plan on interfering, do you?"
"Assuming they don't interfere with me."
The god sighed. "Please don't use your powers whilst you're down there; limit them to that of a let's say… a typical human hero."
Mihael stared… a blank stare.
Cumsalot didn't understand why but he was sure getting a lot of sweat. "Alright, alright. You may use your powers but please, do it without screwing up that world; we've finally attained peace and I'd like to keep it that way. You can promise as much, correct?"
"Sure. But you should know, peace only means you've been successful in 'stalling' the inevitable chaos."
"Alright, now please have their hearts returned." Cumsalot pretended a bit.
Mihael flicked his fingers.
the hearts returned.
The foaming minister on the floor came back to life.
And Cumsalot slammed a small hammer on his table. "I award you with the ungoverned lands of the west coast."
"The whole coast!" One of the ministers shrieked.
"Yes, there is but one condition, however," Cumsalot said.
"Name it."
"You must eradicate all the Fallen in that area. They have the place overrun."
Mihael shrugged. "I'll put them to good use then."
"U-use?" Cumsalot sighed. "Fine whatever…Just don't let harm come to heaven." He'd have enough for the day.
And thus, Mihael ended up becoming a rank 7 God. (Rank ten being the lowest)