[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

Adam lived to be 930 years old.

Before his death, heaven experienced a series of dark ups and downs, such as Samuel’s departure, such as Mamen and Medanzo’s in the Angel Academy, one in the house and the other as quiet as a chicken, such as Raziel’s laziness : "Now there are rumors that they are your illegitimate children, otherwise there is no reason to let that brat go."

"It doesn't matter what the rumors are." I sat between Mammon and Medanzuo, one in each hand, "Anyway, I was raised as a son."

No way, the other little angels happily greeted their parents and relatives during the parent visitation week, but the two of them huddled in the corner and felt wronged.This is what Mephisto told me once. I ask about the two of them every ten years, and I also chat with Raziel and Raphael. Mephisto can "run into" me every time. Ask the banner of magic to ramble.His bright purple eyes moved around every time, so lively that one couldn't bear to reproach him.Beelzebub is basically Mephisto’s pendant. He is not as clever as Mephisto, and almost always sits on the sidelines and dare not speak. Later, I simply hugged Beelzebub to deal with Mephisto.

Knowing that Mammon and Medanzo were ostracized by the little angels because they had no visitors during Parents Week, I showed up to them at the next visiting time.

So rumors that the two of them are my children will inevitably exist, but I am not in the mood for this now, I just remember that Lucifer refused to kneel to Jesus and fell to heaven, and Jesus is the Son, and the Son is the Messiah, The Messiah was Adam - the latter two seem to be debatable, but anyway Jesus could be Adam who died and went back to heaven, so I'm not interested in anything until Adam dies.

I'm only interested in Jehovah, but I don't want to meet him.I prefer to wait—I want to know, I want to find out—whether the Lord will make me kneel for Adam.

I didn't even kneel him.

That day came quietly, and Jehovah suddenly ordered the angels to gather in the square on the seventh day. I could see his figure, but there was only a dazzling brilliance in everyone’s eyes: Jehovah raised his hand and commanded: "Michael."

The name also appeared extremely suddenly—so suddenly that I couldn't think too much about it.

Michael appeared before the angels with Adam.

God commanded the angels to worship him.

At that time, I didn’t actually look at Adam, nor did I look at Jehovah.

I'm watching Michael.

Red hair, red eyes, emerald six wings, Michael, the vice king of the kingdom of heaven.

Before him, only I had gem-like wings in heaven; and he stood there, six wings against the light, his eyes flashed with an unknown emotion, and when he met mine, he quickly moved away.

The lower angels began to kneel.They didn't mind carrying out God's order, but Yahweh immediately emphasized his own order: "All angels, including Seraphim. Also including you, Lucifer."

Michael's eyes widened at that moment.I looked up at him, and the LORD looked at Adam.

He looks a little bit angry, and a little bit like really indifferent.

"laugh."

The voice came from behind me, behind Yarnar, a cherub.

"No," he said, "we are angels, souls born of the flames, God, we have the privileges of heaven from the moment we are born—you tell me, why do the sons of fire worship the sons of earth?"

He said what most angels want to say.

And my back was covered with cold sweat.

"Azazel." Jehovah called out his name.

His sentence, his punishment for defying the gods - was exile.

And my punishment—

"Those who don't kneel will not have strong faith, and they will drop their wings as a warning—"

"Including you, Lucifer."

——Raziel smiled, got up and went into the room, after a while Lashia came to refill tea for us, and left respectfully.He came back after a while and handed me a round object like a crystal ball, "Your Highness," he stared into my eyes, "this is a container for storing power. The power of an angel is in the feather, so it actually Feathers can be stored on it. It is used to store the cut off wings of angels when the wings are dropped. In principle, this power should belong to the chapel, but in many cases, the angel in charge of falling wings will secretly save part of it to strengthen himself .The vast majority of dreams are also woven in this way, and the dreams will be stored here as a kind of power, which can be activated when needed."

——At that time, I knew that his focus was not on the second half.

"Okay." I replied with a smile.

"God, if I cut off these wings, I wouldn't kneel down to him."

Lucifer is the Vice-Prince of Heaven at the top of heaven, his position is second only to the position of God, he is the object of worship and admiration of many angels, he has one-sixth of the power of God——

But in the face of God, no matter how much power you have, no matter how high your status is, it is just vain.

Yahweh is the only God in the Three Realms. No one can surpass his position. He is the object of the whole world's worship and submission. He has all the power in this world.

With one word of his, he can lift the dust to the top, and with one glance, he can knock the morning star down to hell.

but--

What if I don't want to rebel?

If I just admit it like this, will I be in heaven?

If I just throw away all the pride that Lucifer has to break this fate, if I must stay in the kingdom of heaven——

Lord, will you just throw me out?

Throw out the world you rule?

Later, when I thought about it, I was actually interested in Jehovah at that time, otherwise I would not have suffered so much for him in the future.

But at that time, my world view had not been reversed. I still thought that I liked girls, and I still thought that Jehovah was a brother.

I still feel that Jehovah is God, and I am nothing more than a human transmigrator, so what qualifications do I have to stand by his side.

So I never considered Jehovah in the list, so it never occurred to me that it wasn't a coincidence that I came into this world at all.

No angel is qualified to drop its wings for me.I chopped off my own wings alone in the room, and the work of Jehovah was hard, and I kept knocking on it. In the end, I simply gouged out the root of the wing, the pain was so painful that my eyes turned black, and I pulled it out by the root.

With one wing pulled out, I collapsed on the ground, with tears in front of my eyes. When Samuel once fixed me on the prison wall with a chain, it didn’t hurt so much. The blood on the ground gave off a stench that made me dizzy. I held back He gave himself a healing magic and continued to be paralyzed.

Nearly twelve hours had passed before he mustered up the courage to attack the other wing.Yahweh still didn't come, even after I cut off my wings, he didn't come either.

Was he finally trying to push me away, or was it for something else?

I don’t know for the time being, but I was paralyzed for another twelve hours, struggling to put my wings into the crystal ball that Raziel gave me. It’s been almost two days since I went through such a toss. Half of them simply teleported back to the eighth day, and then they were taken aback by Sariel in front of him.

"Your Highness." He wiped the ashes from his face, "I'm sorry—"

Opposite him is Michael, the flames are swirling in the house, my house is in a mess, and the lightning magic circle that charges the phone emits strange black smoke, I pass through them, pick up the phone and put it in my pocket , and then turned to Michael, "What are you doing here?"

Michael swallowed his saliva, and answered me with difficulty: "God ordered... this is the vice king of the kingdom of heaven..."

"I understand." I pulled up Sariel's collar, "What was your original name?"

"Your Highness, of course you haven't noticed me - I mean - Lucifer..." He tried hard not to add the word "Your Highness" after my name, "My name is Midor, Serving in the library of Angel College, I see you often!"

But I didn't pay attention to him.

"Are you on good terms with Raziel?"

"It's, it's okay..."

"Then," I tilted my head, "Michael!"

He suddenly stood at attention, forced his eyes wide open and stared at me, so I stared at him and ordered: "Let me do the job of the deputy king of the kingdom of heaven, and if I can't do it well, I will beat you!"

"yes?"

"Ah, what? You are now the Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven. Every word and deed should be an example for the Kingdom of Heaven. Guard the Heaven and protect the angels. Nothing will be lost!"

"Yes!"

enough.The person who can face Raziel's penetrating eyes without changing his face, the person named Michael.

He can naturally protect this paradise, as long as he is given enough time.

but me--

My mood is actually very relaxed.

Lucifer belongs to hell.

So what about hell, the Lord wants to push me away, so I let him calm down for a few hundred years and then ask him why, it’s just a few hundred years, it doesn’t matter.

While thinking this way, I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth.

The pain was so numb, and the root of the wings was so deep that it even connected to the shoulder blades. It seemed that magic could not be cured for a while.My eyes were darkened, and I asked him stubbornly, "How is it going down there now?"

"A third of the angelic army rebelled—"

"And then they launch the teleportation array to hell when they are about to die?"

"……Yes."

I glanced at Sariel, who lowered his head and his eyes flickered.Yahweh's replicable button teleportation array - my God, it's really a convenient and corrupt tool.

A third of the angelic legion launched a rebellion, which lasted for three days and three nights; Lucifer fell into the abyss and became the king of darkness.

This matter is engraved on the lifeline of the world, and it cannot be changed.

In any case, this is the ending, just as Gabriel is destined to become the Seraphim, just as Michael is the new deputy of the kingdom of heaven.

"Let's go, Sally," I said almost gently, "how about going to hell?"

The darkness gradually covered the field of vision, and my thinking began to break. Something seemed to be split at the shoulder blade, and there was a sharp pain in my lungs; Knowing where I am, I just feel that Sariel's wings are wrapping me, and the sound of the soft friction of the wings rings in my ears, and the world is dark, just like the original chaos.

I walked across the familiar plastic track on campus, and greeted an oncoming old man, "Old Poplar!"

"Hi, boy Shuang." My favorite professor replied with a smile, "Why don't you run away?"

I shook my arms and started to run after him. While running, I felt that there was a thick fog all around me. I stopped slowly and called him, "Aren't you tired?"

"Aren't you tired?" He asked with a smile.

Is he old poplar?That old naughty boy, Old Yangshu, who likes to tell jokes with us?

He had already run into the thick fog, and he was heard asking from a distance, "What are you thinking about?"

Thinking what?

I'm spinning my brain.

think……

I wondered why Jehovah did this, and what I should do.

If it was an old poplar, how would he answer?

He would say, look at it from another angle, and if you can’t change the angle, you can look at it at another time. There is no absolute thing in this world. The kindness of people is the despair of a hungry wolf, and the delicacy of an owl is a joke of a phoenix.

The fog is getting thicker.

In the fog came a man who was as tall as me and had the same long black hair.I couldn't see his figure clearly, his cold forehead was pressed against mine, and his voice was almost a whisper.

"Did you do it?"

"Are you... with him?"

There was a hint of pain and sorrow in his voice, but not resentment, he just murmured and asked, our noses touched, his breath sprinkled on my face, the despair piled up by time emanated from him, mixed with light Snow lotus-like breath.

"Or, do you understand... why did you do that, why did you send me to hell..."

"Why, until now he doesn't want to come to see me..."

Lucifer.

I couldn't open my mouth, but I called him in my heart, the true morning star of light, that Lucifer who suffered for some reason.

I thought he'd be too haughty to touch even in hell, I thought he'd never reveal his heart to anyone—

Or just because, I'm not just anyone?

I held his hand, and my fingers lacking body temperature were held in the palm of my hand. Lucifer gradually leaned into my arms, and I still couldn't see his face clearly. I only knew that his arm was twitching slightly, and he seemed to be far away. talking to me, but we were clearly stuck together; he raised his head and approached me, almost trying to get closer to me——

I lowered my head, our lips touched, my body temperature passed to him, he greedily absorbed my heat, eagerly sucking my tongue, but I couldn't repel him, what he wanted was heat—not anything else.

He curled up, but relaxed, his breathing became shallower and shallower, his body temperature did not rise, but he seemed satisfied; finally he even tore off his coat with his other hand, as if immersed in a warm illusion middle.

"Are you going to die?" I asked him, without seeming surprised.His hands are getting weaker and weaker, and the last living body heat in this cloud is also disappearing. I embrace him, but I am not afraid of anything——his existence, or death itself, or him dying in my arms here this matter.

His breathing gradually stopped.

At that moment, the glaring light penetrated the clouds, I opened my eyes, and saw the black dome and the huge dragon eyes.