[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

Later, I felt that the scene in my life was most like "Lucifer", not when I vouched for anyone, not when I flicked the whole heaven to accept Yanar Yelai as a teacher in the Angel Academy—— It was that day when I stood up and showed a bright smile to Yahweh. The light flowed on the ground, the wind blew through the treetops outside the window, and the black-haired angel asked God, "Is there something wrong?"

He looked up at the god, and the god leaned over to hold his hand, "Can I call you if I have nothing to do?"

"I thought we were in a cold war." The angel said, but he held God's hand tightly, and God frowned, "Lucifer, did you mean it?"

Of course I did it on purpose, sincerely and sincerely.I maintained that smile and asked him almost arrogantly: "Do you know why I'm angry?"

"do not know."

"Then go ahead." I let go and lay back, "I am an all-knowing and all-powerful God."

The surroundings were in a daze, and Yawei and I seemed to be performing some kind of drama that was so wonderful that the audience was silent. He tilted his head, and at that moment his divinity was undoubtedly revealed, with white hair and almost colorless light purple eyes. Light skin—he was like a cloud, a feather falling from the cloud, a smear of pure paint.

"Don't be angry," he said, "tell me."

"No."

"why?"

"If I need to tell you this kind of thing, I will be even angrier." I maintained an almost perfect business smile and said to the god in front of me, "This is not something that can be learned, as I said, you are a god , so you don't understand."

You are a god, so life is like dust in your eyes-but I can't do it.

I am not an existence high above and overlooking the whole earth.

I may never become a "Lucifer" who truly overlooks everything from the top of the heaven.

He frowned and crossed his arms, "What are you cherishing?"

"I'm cherishing the past that I can't go back to." I replied with a smirk, cherishing a past named Lu Shuang, a distant life that belongs to the earth - Jehovah approached me a few steps, his hair fell on my knees , he sat beside me and asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Because you can't be replaced." I answered him almost docilely, "You must never forget what you are, can you?"

He didn't seem to agree with what I said. In fact, he looked around at the angels around him, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious: You forgot that you and them are not of the same race, you have long since forgotten.

"Yahweh," I called him, "when you build things in the future, don't add emotion, which is useless and messy."

"If you wish so, come back and supervise me."

"It's fine if you don't want to." I didn't fall into his trap, "Anyway, I can't control you."

If I said this to him 5000 years ago, he would surely cry.But now he looked at me blankly, bit his lower lip, and shook his head again, "You are still angry with me."

"I didn't," I explained to him, surprisingly calm, "I was angry with myself."

"You blame me."

"How could it be, my God?"

"Come tonight to the ninth day. We need to talk." He turned around, his white hair floating in the air, "I'll wait for you."

I stared at him walking out of the door, then turned my head and asked Yanar with a smile: "Isn't the military department short of a bed?"

Yanar showed a rare expression of embarrassment, but he adjusted almost in the next second, "Of course, Your Highness."

Remiel looked at him with "you're crazy" eyes, Yanar shrugged, "If it's missing, would you wrong His Highness to sleep with me?"

"I will occupy your bed and drive you to sleep with your adjutant." I still smiled and replied, "Have you finished counting the prisoners?"

"Ah," Yanar said lightly, "just in time, there are two you need to meet."

The "two" in his mouth are two little devils, estimated to be no more than seven hundred years old, with two pairs of big eyes open, resolutely said: "We want to be angels!"

If it was two ordinary little devils, I would throw them out of heaven, but not these two, one is Mammon and the other is Medanzuo.

One is an out-and-out devil, and the other is an out-and-out angel.

I began to wonder whether the fact that "Medanzo was a human being ascended to heaven after death" was wrong in my memory or was harmonized by this world in some way.

While the two little devils and I were staring at each other, Yanar asked his adjutant to go around the Angel Academy to erase the memories of the little angels about "Yahweh is God". With his jaw down, he began to think about how to separate the two of them, throwing one back into hell and the other into heaven.Mamen walked around the room restlessly, while Medanzuo was not as lively as him, sitting upright, staring straight at me, rather serious.

I stared at him, but my mind started to fly away.

"What are you thinking, Beelzebub?" The purple-haired little angel approached the classmate and asked lazily, "Can't you remember the lyrics again?"

"Mephisto!" Beelzebub suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his shoulder, "What happened today! After His Highness came down—"

"Huh? Nothing happened. It's just that His Highness is the agent of God. His power is too strong, and the little angel will inevitably lose his mind." Mephisto replied with a smile, "You stared at His Highness in a daze."

Beelzebub blushed immediately, lowered his head, Mephisto opened his hands, stood up and spun around lightly, "I am a lamb, curled up at my father's feet..." His voice was soft, singing like a The moving silk thread tightly wraps the listener's heart, "I am a lamb... to be sacrificed to the father's altar."

He turned his eyes back, and there seemed to be darkness swimming in the bright purple pupils. Beelzebub stared at him blankly, sniffed, "...you sing very well, why don't you make a sound?"

"Because Beelzebub still wants to be the lead singer." Mephisto replied with a chuckle, "I won't do things that make... my partner unhappy."

A little angel who has just turned a thousand years old is approaching the other, with long hair scattered and eyes full of charm.He lowered his voice and whispered into the other party's ear: "You admire His Royal Highness Lucifer, right? Are you willing to give everything for him?"

"Your Highness, it is part of the faith—"

"Beelzebub," Mephisto held his face and looked into the other's eyes without blinking, "Your Highness is very gentle, he really likes us, but he is so kind."

Beelzebub nodded in confusion.

"So he needs your protection. You have to remember to follow him all the time, and give everything you have for him... because he is faith, because he is Lucifer."

how about you?

Beelzebub couldn't and didn't think to ask.

Mephisto licked his lips, his eyes turned to the highest sky, his pupils dilated slightly, and returned to normal.

"You said, what will happen if you are in a high position but don't have the wrist to match?"

Beelzebub tilted his head and looked at his most inexplicable friend in puzzlement.

"It's not that he lacks that kind of ability or strategy... He is too soft-hearted. He doesn't have the courage to make a decision, but the most courageous people in heaven surround him to cover up all this for him. They hold him on a high platform In fact, other angels only know his strength, and they just classify him as a part of their beliefs and mix them with God. This is not good for him.” Mephistopheles almost murmured, “If you want to be superior, step on the It's a good choice for him to walk over...on the surface."

"What are you going to do?" Beelzebub was taken aback, but Mephisto turned his head with gentle eyes, "I want to protect him."

Beelzebub was confused by him.

"His capital is himself. God blesses the Three Realms and overlooks all living beings, but he only stands beside the angels. He is the guardian of the ethnic group and the representative of the gods. No matter what he was at the beginning—his current position is already hard to shake .”

"If you want to be shaken, you have to look at God and tear his wings apart with your own hands... At that time, he will be very beautiful..."

Beelzebub shuddered, not understanding why the other party said such words so gently, Mephisto smiled and pointed down, "I'm serious, it will be beautiful... If he doesn't die, his pride He will not be allowed to stay in heaven. He will command demons to wield their blades at the gods—”

"Your Highness is not proud! Your Highness will not betray God!" Beelzebub almost shouted, but then fell silent under Mephisto's gaze, "He is proud. He is prouder than anyone else. Because he is proud enough, so He obeyed his will and let the loopholes appear, and let the hungry wolf grow."

"Because he is irreplaceable!"

I went to the Lord that night.The Lord looked more surprised than I was. I sat on the bed in the temple and reached out to him, "Come, hug."

Yahweh trembled.

"My second year of junior high school... Anyway, it was when I was in school," I waved my hand, "I once played backgammon with my classmates in math class... Anyway, I didn't attend the class and was caught by the teacher. She asked me to go to school after lunch. Looking for her, but I felt ashamed to be scolded by her in front of the class, so I got mad at her and skipped lunch altogether. Guess what happened after that?"

"...She came to see you this afternoon."

"Yeah, and I was really hungry all afternoon." I stared at the Lord, "The problem that escape can solve does not require a complicated brain to think."

Yahweh grabbed the hem of his clothes and looked at me a little helplessly.He seemed to be preparing for my not coming, but I wasn't allowed to escape.

Whether it is himself or him.

The problems that can be solved by escaping are not problems, just like Yanar's confession, I know too well that as long as I treat him as usual, he will return to his original position.

So I ran away because that solved it.

But Yahweh is not Yanar.

He approached me, his white hair || floating, and the brilliance gathered in his pupils made it impossible to take his eyes off him.He asked, "Do you love me?"

I shook my head.

"Then why are you angry? Because I don't understand your emotions?"

"Actually, I'm mad at myself."

"Aren't you angry that you didn't see me clearly earlier?" Jehovah's EQ seemed to be on the line suddenly, "Angry...do you always think that I have the same emotions as you?"

"Yes."

"Lucifer," he said softly into my arms, "can you teach me? What do you want me to be, can you teach me? I can be what you like, I It can be done."

I hugged him, but felt weak all over.

He is Jehovah.

"I hope...you continue like this. You are a god, you don't need to."

"But you're not happy."

"My mood doesn't matter. What matters is you."

"I want you to sleep in?"

I stared at his face, and he bit his lower lip, staring at me.

I buried my hands in his hair, soft as silk and as cool as jade.

"……What do you think?"

"Then why are you pretending! You don't really treat me as something—"

"Lord, would you do that?"

He grabbed my collar this time.He will not.He can't do it.

I know he can't do it.Whether he loves me or not, no matter how much he loves me - I am the only creature in this world that was not created by him.

He is a god, and we...are basically the same kind, or two unique and different kinds.

Because there are only two of us in the world, we are destined not to be completely separated.

Jehovah sniffed. "You're too much." He said, "You don't know how long you'll be with me, why do you do this? What if I want to find fault with you?"

"Do you know?"

He buried his face in my arms, bit my clothes, and shook his head vigorously.I know he's crying, but I can't respond to him.

I like him, but I don't love him.

That day I actually almost thought about what Jehovah would do next.

God's perspective is just that high, the three realms are one room, and heaven and hell are only two rooms.He started avoiding me, avoiding my sight, escaping from my world, huddling like the most willful little child.He resigned from the Angel Academy and shrank in his temple, while I was in charge of everything in heaven, being the top Lucifer—

Waiting for his next step.

Waiting for the man in Eden to have his mate, waiting for the two trees of wisdom and life to stand in the garden of Eden, waiting for the wind to blow through the tops of the trees, and the serpent to raise its head and look at the two with golden eyes The ignorant human made a hissing sound.

Later, Adam and I complained, "Your Highness, this is very strange. Since we don't distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, how do we know that it is wrong to eat that fruit in violation of the rules?"

I looked at him, rubbed his hair gently, and said, "Adam, you are a fool. God and I had a conflict and wanted to get you out of heaven. How could there be such a mess."

Adam’s face collapsed, and Eve’s face was gloomy. I comforted them symbolically, but I didn’t tell them that the snake was Samael, and I didn’t even tell them that Samael was also a half-victim. God asked him to seduce Eve. Eat the fruit, and then take this opportunity to throw him into hell—the Lord just hates everyone who is close to me, and he hates it blatantly.

However, that was before Adam became the Messiah.

After that, Jehovah and I came to a split in the eyes of everyone.