[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

At that time, it was actually only the early days of heaven.Later, people used "Genesis" to describe a period that was much longer than this - at that time there was no Uriel or Michael, and there were only Lucifer and Gabriel beside the throne.That was when the First War of Gods and Demons had just ended, the heavens were revived, and we buried the dead and then forgotten them.

Yanar is very active in the army. Whoever refuses to accept it will be singled out. His water attribute is honed by Gabriel and me. More than [-]% of the angels in the army cannot catch his three moves.When a system was first created, it was always very clear, and then it gradually became corrupt; but once the emergence of cliques and selfishness, Yanar became more mixed, and his advantage was originally IQ.

I still remember the most important thing after that - a little bit after 500 years in the Celestial Calendar, that war ended 500 years ago.

I sat by an inconspicuous fountain in Angel College, pushing the fallen leaves on the water with my fingers.I heard footsteps behind me, and I couldn't tell if it was Lemuel or Raziel, neither of which looked alike.The footsteps stopped about five meters away from me. I turned around and saw an angel who was no more than two thousand years old standing there, wearing a well-tailored white robe, holding a bag of something, with shiny silver hair.

Silver hair equals high IQ.

I recited this formula silently in my heart, got up and smiled at him, "Is there something wrong?"

The angel showed a childish smile, and the light green eyes were haloed.He is very beautiful, delicate and unfeminine, his face looks a little smaller than the average person, there is a crystal pendant on his left ear, and only a gold earring on his right ear.

"Hello," he said, "I'm here to see Googoo."

"Auntie?" I'm sure there is no third angel here.

"Hmm...it's pigeons." He naturally came over and sat by the pool, looking up at me, "They will fly over from there, at this time of day."

I watched him for a while.

"you do not know me?"

"A noble, elegant and beautiful person like you, if you meet him, you will never forget it." He nodded, but he didn't ask who I was, and just took out some corn kernels and oatmeal from the paper bag he was carrying, "They They are not afraid of life, they are a group of cute little guys."

I really can't bear to tell him that I am not so elegant and kind. When I mention pigeons, the first thing I think of is roast pigeons.Under his expectant eyes, I also touched a handful of pigeon food, and I can see that his family conditions are good, "Do you come to feed every day?"

"Yes." He said with a smile, he was as clear and gentle as a streak of water in the breeze, "I like them very much."

Just then I heard the flapping of wings.Across the teaching building, a group of pigeons surged towards them like floating clouds, and the light shone on their feathers, as if it could shine through the white layer.They flew, circled for a few weeks, and landed like a school of fish in the deep sea suddenly diving. One of them just landed on his hand, pecking at the food in his hand.

I watched him sprinkle the pigeon food on the ground, and they jumped and pecked like a group of pure white elves.

White and light blue shades, blue sky and bright sun.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" he asked me as he was leaving, and I replied, "Should be."

He smiled warmly, and the tree shadows and spring water swayed behind him.

I waited there the next day, and he still showed up with the pigeon food, the same group of pigeons.We still didn't ask each other's name, he said that when he was born, his family was very good, and his father was a healing angel, but later the alliance of healing angels was broken, and his mother did some inferior work to support himself.They didn't care at all what was in the world beyond the second day, even though they lived on the sixth day when he was a kid.It used to be the main place where the four-winged angels appeared, and now it has almost become a colony of four-winged angels.

"My father had a friend who came to us when the Angel Academy was built and convinced my mother to send me to the school. He saved my life. I was at the academy when the demons invaded and my mother died in that battle. Father My friend has raised me to this day, and he is also a highly skilled healing angel, he became the main angel by virtue of his achievements in that battle, and he was only one level away from gaining six wings." He carefully stroked the flight feathers of the pigeon in his hand, "I also want to be a healing angel. I want to join the army and protect our soldiers."

I didn't think much of it when I heard this.It didn't feel right until later, he said his father was in jail when the Healing Angels League was broken, but never mentioned his father again.Almost all of those angels were released when the Angel Academy was built, and Ye Lai even became a teacher, and the only one still locked in it was Beth.The silver-haired healing angel whose IQ was so high that Gabriel wanted to kill people and silence him was quite similar to the silver-haired young man in front of him, and not long after I figured it out, he sat among the pigeons one afternoon and asked me, " Father will be released from prison tomorrow, would you like to accompany me to see him?"

I froze for a moment, "...Okay."

I met Yanar that night.He played Monopoly with Gabriel and Tara in my palace, one for military affairs, one for homework, and the last one for account books, but the three of them didn't take the task seriously, and rolled the dice very smartly, "Your Highness "He suddenly raised his head to look at me, then lowered his head again, "...you really have a lot of games."

"Ah, ah." Gabriel said teasingly, "Your Highness is very busy, very busy."

I touched my nose and played Monopoly with them.Gabriel won almost from beginning to end, while Yanar was a little absent-minded. I guess he could solve it by himself, so I didn't ask him.

Later, I really regret not asking him.

"Come on, Your Highness lost." Gabriel raised his chin with his hand with a smile on his face, "Let me think about it...truth or dare?"

"The truth." I can only choose the truth. The big adventures they gave are too foolish, including plucking hair from the Lord's head. "Then——Your Highness, do you like boys or girls?"

I was dumbfounded.

"Ah, I know you don't like transvestites." Gabriel puffed up his fake chest, "I said, if someone confesses to you, what kind of person would you consider giving it a try?"

"..." I really didn't think about this question, "Girls, um, the more beautiful the better, the better the body, the better. A little shorter than me... preferably with long hair, smart and polite. ?”

Gabriel looked contemptuous, "Your standard is not bad, there are hundreds of thousands of girls in heaven who want to try with you."

"...Then, get to know me better?"

Gabriel was even more contemptuous, and Yanar stopped him in time and threw him out of the hall.Tara sighed and put away the game props, "He's really courting death."

Yanar stayed in my palace that night, and when I opened the door early the next morning, I was startled by the beautiful girl in front of me.

The woman in front of her had long, curly silver hair that fell down to her ankles. The white windbreaker was open, and the inside was a black suspenders and shorts, revealing her beautiful collarbone, navel, and looming lower abdomen.She wore long black stockings and leather boots, her blue and red eyes fluctuated, her brows were light, her waist was slender, and she was 36D.

I was stupid for a while, and I turned around to ask Gabriel what ideas he had instilled in Yanar. Yanar hugged me, and I could feel that the thing on his chest was not fake.

"Your Highness," his voice is also leaning towards a woman's crispness, and the aroma makes my face a little hot, "Can we try it?"

I glared at him.

"This is what my female body looks like. I am a bisexual angel." He opened his hand to show me his figure. Most angels will choose a feminine or masculine appearance, and some can switch between the two states, although I understand Knowing that no matter what kind, the Spirit of God does not need gender, but I was still completely overwhelmed by him.

"I know His Highness doesn't like me," Yanar lowered his eyelashes and parted his lips slightly, "Let's...just try, shall we?"

He was almost begging me, but my mind went blank, and the only thing I could think of was to immediately activate the teleportation array and slip away.

Then I lay down on the Lord’s bed and tried to mend my three views.

Yahweh is lying lazily beside me. Recently, he prefers to appear as a young man. He is not as comfortable as fifteen or sixteen years old when he is held.He played with my hair and laughed at me, "How does it feel to be confessed by a good brother?"

"It's useless." I only had a group of homosexuals running wildly in my heart, and when I turned around, another group helped her, "What the hell, why are angels bisexual!"

"Go to sleep for a while," Jehovah said to me, "As far as your brain is concerned, sleeping is more convenient for you to think clearly."

I glared at him, this brat was getting more and more misbehaved, mocking me from time to time.Jehovah got up from bed to correct homework. I don't know how much homework he left for his students.I lay on the bed watching his focused side face, and I didn't jump up from the bed until sunset.

I forgot about some silver-haired angel who was waiting for me to accompany him to fetch my father from prison.

The next day I waited in embarrassment by the fountain where the pigeons were fed. The pigeons came, but the angel didn't.

On the third day I continued to wait, the dove came as usual, but the angel still did not come.

On the fourth day, I didn't wait anymore, I went directly to Ye Lai, "Is Bess released from prison?"

Ye Lai saluted and replied in a daze, "Yes."

"Do you know where his son is?"

Ye Lai looked even more confused, "Should be in the classroom now...?"

When I found him, he was not in the classroom. He was curled up in a corner behind the teaching building, leaning against the wall, with his face buried in his arms.The ground in front of him was littered with oxidized dark apple cores and rocks that didn't look like he'd put them there himself.

"Your Highness." He called me without raising his head when I walked over, "When God forgives a person, does it really turn stones into bread?"

I:"……"

"Am I really deeply guilty? Because of my father?"

"..."

"I admit that I plotted against you. I think if you and I went to pick up my father from prison, the others would say nothing, and it was you who forgave him...but even if you saw through...why would you do that?"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time... This is my sin, I'm deceiving you... Is that so?"

I knelt down beside him, held his face in my hands, and wiped off the stains on his face, "Do you think the person who hurt you is right?"

"I'm guilty, so they can stone me to death." He murmured, "This kind of thing... I'm used to it. It's been a long time since my father was a sinner anyway...I'm a child of sin."

I remember when Yanar told me, "I don't deserve it."

Once inferiority complex arises, it cannot be erased.That was the deepest pain. I have been Lucifer for so long, but I still can't really show off like the legendary shining morning star.

Because I remember that I am a human being, and angels are just creatures I look up to in fantasy... I am a human being, and I am not as good as the next door in study, not as good as the front door in sports, not as filial as the back door, and not as honorable as my ancestors.

I'm just human.

"Do you know what sin is? I am original sin," I said. "My existence is sin."

In the Bible, since man was exiled to the earth and ate the forbidden fruit, he was born sinful.

"Sin? What's the point of saying such a thing? What do you think can't be forgiven? I'll tell you what can't be forgiven—a man who doesn't realize he's wrong. The worst demon is arrogance. He believes in himself. He has never done anything wrong, so he is the original sin in the deepest hell."

"One of the ways people forgive themselves is by punishing themselves, and you allow them to punish you because you were wrong? You just worry that you're really guilty...and then use that to get your peace of mind. There's no point—you really Do you think you are wrong? Let me tell you what you did wrong—you dare not even protect yourself, and you still want to go to the battlefield?"

There was a lot of talking and talking, and I felt like I wanted to say something, but I couldn't make it clear.I just want to beat him up, to wake him up, to tell him he's not wrong, but I feel like he's crouching there like my daddy wanted to beat me up, and I ran out and cried on the street corner look.

Seriously, I want to beat myself up, I want to ask him why he doesn’t fight back, why he has to tremble there, even if I go to the police and tell my father about domestic violence—why is it so ordinary, and countless Like a child, he was beaten until he was a child, and finally left home, but he couldn't bring up the idea of ​​resentment. He occasionally thought of him and said, "He loves me."

The more inferior a person is, the easier it is to offend his self-esteem, and the more vulnerable a person is, the more proud he is like a balloon that can burst when poked.Those real gentlemen and ladies who are full of grace can hold their breath, because they are strong enough to tolerate offense.

That's it.

He shrank there and didn't speak, and I couldn't express what I wanted to say clearly.I'm just a logical mess who can't even figure out the math problems. What I said just now makes me want to be angry when I think about it. I just know that I can't shrink here. If I am bullied, I must fight back-but I still don't know how to do it. Convince him.

"... Forget it." I lifted him up by his collar, and shook him with the strength I had practiced with the devil before, "Do you want to continue to be bullied?"

"Is this bullying?"

"Nonsense! Do you still want to be smashed by an apple core, give me two words!"

"I don't want to!" He followed me to answer in a fierce tone, and then twitched the corners of his mouth, "Your Highness, the way you comfort people is really special."

I let him go and touched my nose helplessly, "So if you want to fight back, you must fight back!"

"By the law, harm should be reported to the Guardian Angel instead of—"

"Yeah, didn't you report it to me?"

He stared at me for a while, then slowly bent down against the wall, but still smiled, "Your Highness—what the hell are you!"

"Mortal." I waved my hand, "So, what's your name?"

"Raphael."

My hands froze in mid-air.

"Is it strange?" Raphael straightened his clothes, "I thought it was a very common name."

I wave my stiff hands.

No, this name is unique to heaven.