[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

Jeremir is Yanar's deputy, and he is good at using environment and spiritual magic. Most spiritual magic angels are earth attributes, and he is no exception.This angel with upturned red hair was standing opposite me, carrying two little demons, Mamen and Medanzuo, expressionlessly. I'm sure I won't kill them.

"Although I don't quite agree," Yanar stood behind me, his eyelashes drooping and his long hair scattered, "If that's what you want, I don't mind breaking the rules and forcibly opening the chapel."

Generally, it will only be opened when the wings are added. There are three places with wings in heaven, one is the great holy pool of the Lord's Temple, the other is my "bathroom", and the other is the small sanctuary.I glanced at him faintly, and opened a sound-proof enchantment, "How much do you want the place where you once added wings to be used for baptism?"

"Ah, it's okay to share with other seraphs," Yanar replied with a smile, "but with anything—Your Highness, it's not a cake that can be cut casually."

"Did you suggest that the Lord cast Liki to Adam?"

"It's me." Yanar admitted generously, "I thought Yahweh was special before, and my guess seems to be quite accurate. God doesn't like people around you, so of course I have to follow my faith."

I stared at his paw on my shoulder, Yanar moved away without changing his expression, "So you really plan to turn them into angels?"

"Medan Zuo will be the prime minister of the kingdom of heaven in the future, second only to Mi — second only to the position of vice-lord of the kingdom of heaven, known as 'Little Lord', although I prefer to call him Metatron." My eyes moved to Another struggling imp, "Mammon... I think he... might be able to live as an angel? If he wanted to?"

Yarnar raised a hand to cover one eye.He looked at me with the other red one, which looked like a blood-sucking demon.But then he laughed, "Do you really hope so? Or, do you really think so?"

"I don't." I answered him, and his smile froze for a moment, "I don't think... he can live as an angel."

Because he's the original sin of greed, he can't belong in heaven - but I still want him to try, just in case.

If that eventuality exists, maybe I can avoid falling into heaven—maybe I can escape all that and stay in this heaven.

Yanar nodded.He stared at my back, and I unlocked the sound barrier, "After becoming an angel, you will learn the most basic requirements of angels at the Angel Academy. I will greet the teachers of the academy and help you more...don't provoke them .”

"Yes." Medanzuo replied docilely, "I will never trouble you, Your Excellency Lucifer."

He used "His Excellency" instead of "Your Highness" because he is a demon.

"Tch, if they don't come to trouble us, will we trouble them?" Mammon asked, "You angels just look down on demons!"

"That's right," Medanzo replied with a smile, "Because angels have the ability to look down on demons, that's why we want to be angels."

"Are you... brothers?"

"He's my brother." Mammon pouted, "He's full of crazy thoughts."

I can basically judge that Mamen doesn't want to be an angel at all, he really respects his brother so he came with him.There are little angels like Mephistopheles who wish to become demons in heaven, and demons like Medanzo who want to become angels in hell. The terrible thing is that they may all succeed—fate.

These four words make me sicker than doing whatever I want.

After dealing with Mammon and Medanzo, I turned to Yanar, smart is smart, and he didn't need me to say anything, he just said "resignation, subordinate" and turned around and took the two little devils away, leaving Jeremiah in the air. in front of me.The cherub was a little at a loss for a moment, but he quickly controlled it, "Your Highness——"

"You like Yanar?"

His face was pale.I stared at him, but he didn't dare to look at me, "...Yes, but this is only my personal emotion, Master Yanar didn't respond—"

"I won't punish him for this kind of thing. I didn't punish him when he confessed to me." I waved my hand, "Are you sure he hasn't responded to you? Don't lie."

"...Responded once."

"The day he gained wings?"

"Yes……"

Jeremiah may never forget his officer.

When he first met Yanar, Yanar had not yet become the commander-in-chief of the Angel Legion.At that time, the commander-in-chief was a cherub named Maiya, who was basically equal to Yanar, no matter in terms of connections or standards.But he has a weakness, that is, his contribution to neutrality in the first war is far less terrifying than Yanar-Yanar is like a king in a frozen palace, and every shot he makes is thunderous, which is true. The actual strength that he has achieved is the combat experience Yanar gained from walking in heaven with a devil's eye on his head. As long as he decides, he can kill him with one blow. There is nothing else to say.

His qualifications in the military department are older, but everyone knows that Yanar is only a time away from Seraphim, but he is nowhere in sight.

Under such circumstances, Yanar quickly gathered a large number of contacts.Under such circumstances, Jeremiah never thought of getting close to this cherub - Jeremiah was just an archangel at that time, a few days and a few worlds away from Yanar, and he was stationed on the second day, He trained hard day and night, studied magic, and never thought that a high-ranking officer would have the habit of wandering around the next day.

He was practicing hallucinations when he met Yarnar.At that time, he actually never thought that he could succeed at all. Creating an illusion is an extremely difficult spell. Elements follow twisted trajectories. He cast the spell on himself, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a silver angel standing in front of him. The bangs half covered one red eye, but the other was pure blue.The sun shone down from above, enveloping the angel in shimmering silver, and he thought: I seem to have succeeded?

He did succeed, but the time was extreme, and it didn't last until he opened his eyes.But Yanar could tell at that moment that the archangel had completed spells that many cherubs could not use.

"You, come with me to the sixth day." Yanar's words established the pattern of heaven for hundreds of years to come.

To Jeremir, he is like a god, more concrete than a god, and more tangible than Lucifer—he just stood there, not moving, not avoiding, looking straight into his eyes, as if he could see through him soul.

In order for him to become the leading illusionist in the entire heaven, Jeremir weaves dreams and writes illusions. He has practiced the tricks that most angels despise to the peak, and handed them to Yanar as a weapon.The angel with different pupils took over the sharp blade that had exhausted all his efforts, his eyes were deep and calm.

Jeremiah swore an oath of loyalty to him.

And Yanar said, "Think about it again, maybe Maiya can take you to a higher place."

"Didn't you bring me here to let me help you?" Jeremiah was stunned, but Yanar replied easily: "To give you room to perform, for all the angels who trust the military department, and for this heaven .”

Yanar has seen farther than Maia, and this is the ultimate reason for Yanar's victory.The most terrifying way to achieve selfishness is to use righteousness to create glory, and skillfully integrate selfishness while realizing righteousness. What they protect is heaven—status and glory are just appendages.

But it's also great to hold in your hand.

It was at that time that Jeremir knew that he might not be able to touch such an existence in his life, until 300 years later, he saw the female form of his chief: the girl asked him to come to her, leaning on his arms, Staring blankly at a wall.

He didn't know why she was crying, but I knew - Yanar confessed to me that day.

"Why are you crying? What you want...does anyone want to stop it?" Jeremir couldn't think of that kind of thing, "Or you need me to weave a dream for you—"

Yanar put a hand to his lips.

"I don't need that kind of thing. I just did a very risky thing, and this body is now terrified of fear and longing for death-and I don't."

Yanar lay on his lap again, there was nothing on the wall, only a piece of meaningless white.

During the long silence, Jeremir stretched out his hand carefully and smoothed Yanar's long hair, but his officer did not respond.

"...Jeremiah."

"exist."

"It turns out that sadness is this kind of feeling. When my father left, I didn't even feel this way."

Jeremir's hands trembled.

"It's okay. If I'm hated, I'll just be my cherub and never get in the way. If I'm accepted... Puff, how is it possible? I didn't think about it at first, I just wanted him to I just know..."

This sentence, Jeremiah didn't actually hear it clearly, because it was mixed in the sobs, he couldn't see Yanar's face, he only knew that his chief huddled into a small ball, clenched his clothes, choked He said, but there was no sadness in his tone, but a self-talking sense of humor, "But the most likely thing is, so be it... so be it."

He still couldn't figure out why his officer was crying, because the words were so fragmented that they were almost a string of distorted syllables.Yarnar wouldn't let that get around - not by any chance.He doesn't believe in Jeremir. In fact, as Gabriel said at the beginning, he doesn't believe in anyone. He has faced too much malice and has been unable to give or feel kindness.

But later Yeremir understood that feeling—that is, after he desperately confessed his love in a dream, the first thing Yanar said when he saw him was, "Do you know that Samael is here?"

Jeremir was fine, but he didn't regret it at all—he knew that he might face exile, or something else, his body trembled to the extreme, but his heart didn't.

"It took a lot of effort to convince him that it was just a joke." Yanar shook his head and waved him over, "I don't care what your feelings are for me, don't delay the official business."

Neither pushed away nor pulled closer, business-like, indifferent and calm.

Jeremir was indeed satisfied at the time - he just conveyed his emotions to him like crazy, as long as he received it, the rest didn't matter.

So when Jeremir visited his window sill at night, spread out the third pair of wings he had just obtained, and revealed the golden lines of Seraphim, all he thought of was shock and blessing—but he didn’t think of Yanar’s wings enveloping them , under the cover of pure white, Yanar kissed him.

So pure that there are only curious kisses and brief frowns.

"Why? There's no reason. I probably want it to be like this. Me, or someone else." Yanar only gave this explanation, "If I can fall in love with you, it will be easier."

Of course I know what he's talking about.That was my hint to him, since Jeremir likes you, you should try it—it is impossible for me and you to have any results.

But what can two angels achieve in ascetic heaven?Pure platonic love?That was too hard for two men.Yanar stepped back a few steps, frowned and said, "But I don't like you."

Jeremiah felt like a heart had been poked into a sieve.

Don't like how to flirt.

"Can you continue to follow me? I'll try." Yanar sat on his bed, holding his face, his voice was a little hazy, "Although I don't think it can be done by trying."

Jeremir silently covered his heart.

"Oh, and of course the most important thing...you can't go to bed, or you will go to jail." Yanar analyzed calmly and systematically, "Otherwise, you can try to make love."

Jeremir: "..."

MD, convinced, boss, why do you use such a scientific and rigorous attitude to talk about this kind of topic.

"So, I may never be able to really respond to you." Yanar said softly, he got up and put his arms around Jeremir's neck, and Jeremir was taller than him, so he could only look up when the two got close, "But I I ask you to stay here, your ability is very important to the Angel Legion, so—"

Jeremir kissed him unbearably, Yanar didn't even have time to spread his wings, the taller angel drew the curtains without hesitation, and imprisoned his chief tightly.There was no fluctuation in Yanar's strange eyes. He just looked at Jeremir until he saw that the other party let go of him, backed up, and gasped for breath. Then he straightened his clothes and hair, "If you insist on doing this do, I-"

"You want me to give myself an amnesia magic, right?" Jeremir forced a smile, "It's impossible for you to say that you have a secret relationship with me."

"Yes." Yanar answered briskly, "If you can't control it, then I hope you forget it. Your existence is not only your personal problem now, but more importantly-"

"It's heaven, I understand."

"And my current existence is also for heaven. It's just that my position can be completely replaced." Jeremir raised his head suddenly, and Yanar pressed his shoulder, "Heaven has many angels who are good at magic. Sooner or later, there will be someone more powerful than me, I am not one of the last, but not everyone has the talent for weaving dreams - if I am replaced before you are replaced, then you can do it Anything you want, Jeremiah."

"...for heaven?"

"...for him to like this paradise."