[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

"Your Highness, what can I do for you?"

I glanced at Sariel and shook my head.

He is the No. 30 angel who asked me this sentence in the past few days.The first one is Liqi. I went to the Garden of Eden to take her away, and went directly to the No.17 layer of hell, the Red Sea where Silkie was born.I gathered the dark elements there for a long time, and performed a thorough baptism for her.

She trembled in my arms, her wings fell and turned into black scales; the rich dark elements of hell burned her face and dyed her into a black-haired devil; she screamed silently, her nails almost sank into my arms ;Finally she smiled lightly and spread the remaining two black wings, swung the snake's long tail and bowed to me in the Red Sea, "Your Highness," she said, "I thought you would rather kill an angel than allow her to be free living in hell."

"Hell suits you better than heaven," I said. "You can climb to the top faster here, and there are not so many dogmas... and there is no need to please anyone."

With a low smile, she dived into the water and disappeared from my sight.

I was lying to her, and she knew I was lying to her.Hell is never such a good place to live, but I believe she can - she is Lilith.

It's just that now that she's here, when will I come?

"Your Highness...why are you?" Sariel's voice paused, because I suddenly raised my head and stared at him across the table, "Sariel."

"...Your Highness?"

"Come, come here."

It may be because of my disillusionment, Sariel walked around the table stiffly, from Gabriel's "good luck" expression to Samuel's "brother hold on" gaze, I pinched his face , Sariel herself tends to be delicate and delicate, with dark green hair that is so soft to the touch, "Sariel."

"Your Highness..."

I simply changed it to rubbing, "Sariel."

"Your Highness—"

"Sariel, I find you quite cute."

"..."

"Would you like to come and warm my bed?"

Sariel glanced at Samuel very quickly, making him look depressed, "Your Highness doesn't mean that."

"How could it be? Look at how comfortable he is when he hugs and sleeps softly."

Sariel's expression was a little complicated, which roughly translates to "Can you really tell whether I'm soft or not by just pinching my face?" So I hugged him logically.

Then I remembered that Jehovah would not be happy when I did this.

But Sariel's body is really soft, so soft that I feel very comfortable, "Samael, do you want to hug one too?"

Samuel suddenly looked away and stared at the wall, "Your Highness, if you need to be imprisoned..."

"Would you do it?" I asked Sariel pitifully, with my arms around him.Samuel clenched his fists, "...I will."

"You do not love me."

"Why should I love you!" Samuel looked like the boss of the dormitory back then, "I—"

I put my chin on Sariel's head and stared at him silently, imitating the Lord.But I obviously didn't have the cuteness and positiveness that Jehovah had when he was a child. Samuel continued to stare at the wall and ignored me.Gabriel covered his mouth to help him out: "After all, if you are imprisoned, God will release you, right?"

... not sure.I let Sariel go, and Samuel and I stared at the wall.In the end Samuel turned around and said helplessly, "Your Highness, it's really not that I don't want to help you..."

"I said... what are you doing?" Yanar came out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand. "Competition against the wall?"

"Samael doesn't want to help me!" I complained before Samael said a single word, but Yanar was not fooled. "Do you want him to help you, to escape the criminal law?"

"...I want him to make me happy!"

"Your way of expression is to bully him?" Yanar said coldly, and I immediately buried my face on Sariel's shoulder, "Yanar, you don't love me anymore—"

"How could it be?" Yanar smiled warmly, his eyes narrowed happily, "I love you. Who are you hugging now? I really want to abuse my power."

I shivered from head to toe, let go of Sariel and sat down properly, with my back straight and my hands on my legs.Yanar stared at me for a while, sighed, and put the plate on the table in front of Gabriel, "Tara!"

"Here!" Tara received military training every holiday in Yanar, and was completely used to his sudden orders, "What can I play recently?"

"Report, you can go to Angel Academy to bully little angels!"

"lead the way!"

I raised my hand and grabbed Tara, "This entertainment is too much!"

"Report!" Tara kept her eyes fixed, "I will not accept the order of the king outside!"

... to hell with your will be out.Yanar picked up a French fries from the plate and stuffed it into my mouth, freeing Tara, "Going to listen to music?"

"what?"

"Angel Academy has a singing class for little angels." Yanar smiled at me, and his whole body was so bright that it made me darker. "Are you referring to a group of hundreds of years old children singing hymns?"

"I haven't seen it either." Yanar gave Gabriel a look, and the two raised their hands to support me. Sariel quickly took a step back to avoid the impact, because Samuel's gloomy voice sounded: "Please don't be disrespectful to Your Highness."

"The core is love!" Gabriel yelled at him, "Everything is based on His Highness's mood!"

"I'm in a bad mood—" Lemuel, who had been watching, finally stretched out his hand to block me once, "You two, please let your highness go. But your highness, it's not bad to kill some time, right? Those little angels are working hard, see You will be very happy too.”

"I don't want to see them!" Seeing them is equivalent to seeing Yahweh!

"Yanar," Lemiel took a deep breath, showing his signature smile, "Are you sure you'll be knocked out?"

"...I'll go by myself." I compromised, "Teleport, I don't want to fly anymore."

The largest angel academy visiting group in history, consisting of me, Gabriel, Yanar, and Samael, the only seraphim in heaven, the future seraphim Sariel, and a little Tara. Lemuel is a professor is our guide.We turned the corridor and met Raziel, who glanced at me through his glasses with gray eyes. "Well..." he muttered softly, "my father and I will distract him." Attention, my dear Highness. I hope you enjoy this time, and all heaven will weep for your frown."

He is partly right.I was unhappy, so I stayed at home, which made the seraphs unhappy, and they came into contact with many more people than I did. They were unhappy, and the angels who admired them were also unhappy, and their emotions spread rapidly.Gabriel gave him a sideways look, and put his arms around my shoulders, "If Your Highness doesn't want to see anyone, we won't let His Highness see him."

Raziel smiled mysteriously, and I looked embarrassed.Others can rely on elemental reminders to avoid it, Yawei...forget it.

"Hey, Your Highness," Gabriel asked after Raziel walked away, "Is he also the future Seraph?"

"He controls secret realms and knowledge, and is an angel of wisdom." I answered him from the side, Gabriel frowned, as if thinking about my words, "I don't like him. He has some qualities...very vague qualities."

"No rush." ​​I whispered, "Just take it easy, it's normal for an angel to have some secrets."

Gabriel sighed.We stopped outside the room where the little angels practiced singing. Lemuel opened the door a little, and the clear and tender child's voice came out immediately.A little angel's high-pitched singing is interspersed with a series of brisk "la la la", but the lyrics are not clear, more like an empty and clear melody.

"Beelzebub." Lemuel mouthed, "Little angel who leads the singing."

"Oh." I nodded indifferently, "I really hope he keeps singing." Instead of going to hell to be some ghost king.

Lemuel frowned slightly and then relaxed.He pushed open the door, and the melody in the room suddenly became clear. I heard Beelzebub's voice, full of piety and peace, "Lean on the purple wings to accompany me to sleep, God's watch, hidden in the clouds, I—" His voice The voice suddenly froze, and then, a little angel called out, "Sir Seraph's wings!"

Gabriel patted his wings and folded them, "What a cute little guy... Speaking of which, Yanar," he almost changed his mouth at this time, "You really don't need..."

Yanar spread his wings.The feathers are off-white, which is the trace left by the war. Almost all the angels whose wings were dyed black in the dark elements gathered by Jehovah have been baptized, and he is the only one who retains this color.On the one hand, the power required to baptize him is too strong, only I can do it, and on the other hand, it is true that he did not mention it.

"I want to remember something." Yanar said gently, "I want to remember... something that only belongs to me." When he said this, he looked at me, with a smile gathering in his eyes, "Or, I I want to experience something."

"...If you don't want to experience it, come to me, and I'll wash it back for you." I patted his head, Gabriel leaned against the classroom entrance, and waved to him, "Is there no professor?"

"Noon is free practice!" A little angel said childishly, "Sir Seraph, are you Lord Gabriel?"

"Yeah." Gabriel picked him up so he could see us, "Guess who they are?"

The little angels flocked to the door. It seemed that their teacher would not let them leave the classroom. They could only stand on tiptoes and look at us, "The silver-haired one is Lord Yanar! He is the commander-in-chief of the army!" A little angel called , I turned my back to them, but I couldn't escape their eyes, "Is that—is His Royal Highness Lucifer?"

No way, I am the only one with black hair in the whole heaven.I turned around and the little angel opened her eyes wide, pointed at me and let out a scream—

He suddenly covered his nose, because Gabriel gave him a "gentle" touch, "Don't point at people, especially His Highness."

The little angel flinched, and Na Na responded.But now they're trying to squeeze out of the room, and Yarnar shrugs and pushes me inside. "Your fanatics are ready."

Immediately, I was hugged by a few little angels, and I was almost pulled to the ground by them. Lemuel simply pushed me and made me fall into a pile of cushions. There are such cushions everywhere in the room. It looks like It was convenient for the little angels to rest, "Your Highness!" A little angel grabbed my collar, "I saw Your Highness's face! Your Highness is so beautiful!"

I didn't move or I didn't move, the little angels were so soft that I felt that I would accidentally hurt them, so I could only let them look at me one by one stiffly, like watching a rare animal. One comes, and everyone has a share."

"Your Highness," a little angel with special light purple hair stood beside me and asked me, "Are you here to see us?"

"...Yes, I didn't come to let you see me."

He obviously didn't expect me to answer like this, he was stunned, and said with some distress: "You don't like us like this. Stop it! Don't do things that make His Highness angry!"

The messy little angels seemed to be struck by lightning in an instant, and retreated from me like an electric shock, staring at the little angel tremblingly.The little angel puffed up her chest, and said in a long and long voice that made me feel speechless: "Your Highness is the spokesperson of God, and you must not be rude to the Lord of the whole earth!"

Then he turned around, threw himself on me, and rubbed my clothes with his small face, "Your Highness smells so good."

I glared at him.

"Call me Mei Fei." He smiled and continued to rub, "Your Highness smells a bit like my mother."

To be honest, I don't think that's a good thing to say.

"Ah, Mei Fei doesn't have a mother. Mei Fei thinks her mother is like His Highness, which is very attractive." He half-closed his eyes, like a kitten that hasn't woken up, "Mei Fei's mother, in the first war Died. Auntie said, if it weren't for His Highness, Mei Fei would have died too."

A scene suddenly flashed in my mind, it was not very clear: I split the black shadow in front of me, a woman holding a child was running away, I shouted something to her, probably telling her to back off or something like that—she The child in his arms seemed to have a pair of purple eyes like him, shining like gems.

"You don't owe me anything...that's not why you called me mom." I tried to push him away, defeated by his wriggling, "So, what does it feel like to be a mother?"

To be honest, he aroused my sympathy, but before I was overwhelmed with sympathy, I picked him up and put him on the ground, and asked him, "Do you have a father?"

"No. My father doesn't like me. My mother begged him to create me with her."

I smacked my lips, I really couldn't remember the name of this little angel, and I didn't have the patience for Seraphim.Lemiel leaned over and pressed my shoulder, "Meifei is making trouble again? Are you bullying other children again?"

"I didn't," the little angel replied with a smile, "They did it first, I just bounced their attack back."

"They bullied you?" Yanar interjected lazily, "Then you come to bully His Highness?"

"I won't bully you. Your Highness is so gentle, you just want to get closer." Mei Fei said naturally, "They didn't bully me, they couldn't bully me. I'm better than them. I'm going to be—" He His eyes rolled, "Your Highness won't criticize me for what I want to be?"

"In principle... yes?" Before my words finished, the kid raised a bright smile, "I want to be a demon, and make a contract with the creatures in the lower world to give them eternal life until they don't want to live anymore, and they will take their souls away." Give me!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked, I stared at him, Lemuel also stared at him, only Yanar laughed, "If you are a devil, you really belittle the Angel Army."

"Wait," I said with difficulty, "what's your name? Full name?"

"For the full name, Mephisto!" He smiled, "Mephisto!"

I looked at the devil brother who bet with Faust, patted him on the shoulder, and asked sincerely, "Can't you be a devil?"

"Why? Your Highness may find it interesting to be an angel, but isn't it boring to sing hymns and praise a ball of light every day? I didn't ask him to create me." Mephisto said with a small face that Samuel With a fixed gaze, Yanar immediately pressed Samuel, "Such words are suspected of blasphemy."

Mephisto blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering.He showed a smile that could almost be described as sweet, "I'm sorry Sir Seraphim, I just feel bored, and I definitely don't mean to be disrespectful to the supreme existence, please forgive my expression mistakes."

A chill ran up my spine, I was sure he was blasphemy, he was dissatisfied with the Lord, this kid may be born rebellious, or he may have some dissatisfaction with his parents that extends to the Lord who created all things — In short, he was enough to go around the prison.

But Samael really likes children, otherwise Yanar would not be able to hold him, "There will be no next time."

"Yes." Mephistopheles answered lightly, turning his eyes to me, his bright purple eyes gleaming with victory.I can almost see him turned upside down in hell - he knelt beside me and grabbed my hair, "Your Highness, don't be angry, Murphy is wrong, I'm sorry."

A childish demon, an immature degenerate.

He was grinning maliciously, and I heard the door open, someone approaching, and I was still staring at Mephisto.

"What, are you and Li Qi's child?"

It is Yahweh.