[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

The matter about the law was finally over. After I roughly arranged who was where these angels were, I let them fend for themselves. As for myself, I teleported to the bottom of hell with Jehovah, and the two dragons Big eyes and small eyes, a golden dragon and a blue dragon, one is called Xiaohong and the other is called Xiaoming.

Yahweh is clearly dissatisfied with the fact that I want him to stay in the temple in heaven, but I accompany the dragon in hell.He insisted that he was much better-looking than Long, so I took the picture aside, "Don't make trouble."

The Lord looked at me very wronged.

"You go back first, I'll go back when I've had enough fun." Anyway, you can find me anytime you want, I thought absently.Yahweh disappeared with his mouth flattened, and his small eyes were full of mourning.

To be honest, I feel a lot easier without Jehovah.Although Xiaoming and Xiaohong have two names full of slots, they really lived up to my expectations.In the palace full of magic traces at the bottom of hell, two dragons hovered in the hall, their smooth scales and sharp claws buzzing as they collided with each other.

Xiaoming is golden, Xiaohong is cyan, and there are two male dragons.

On my first day in hell I faced something I had never thought possible before.When I was sitting on the steps at the entrance of the main hall, Xiaohong asked me, "Don't you have wings?"

Forgive me for not knowing what language the dragons speak, so when God created them, they had their own Chinese skills.I really don’t want to tell him that I still can’t face those six pieces of girlish heart gay purple. As a person who has never figured out whether Seraphim is six-winged or twelve-winged, I subconsciously avoid such questions— — have questions about their own race.

"I wish I didn't have wings," I replied, "I'd love to fly, but I'm afraid of heights."

Xiao Hong rolled her eyes at me very disdainfully, "Come up, I'll take you flying around."

I sat in Xiaohong's flowing bluish-white mane, and I was holding one of its horns because of its size.I could barely see anything in its wind-flying hair, and I didn't realize that he had flown up until Xiaohong said, "It will be stuck to the No.17 floor further up."

"Be bold, I'll follow you if you fall." Xiaohong said impatiently. I looked out from a handful of flying snow-like hairs. The area of ​​No. 18 Hell is about half the size of Europe. There is nothing else but a magnificent black and gold temple.The interior of the temple is an ancient Chinese-style architectural form that I have exhausted my imagination. However, I don't know anything except gold, red, purple and messy carvings, so that the building is full of holes.But other people didn't know that I was following the script and hadn't made it clear. Xiaohong shook her head to make me see clearly, "How beautiful, do you have the heart to have your sight blocked?"

"Actually..." My teeth were chattering, "It's too high..."

The earth is too far below my feet, my line of sight moves slightly with every shaking of Xiaohong, the golden dragon is hovering on the other side, in the huge pupils is the arrogance that surpasses the world and the gentleness that bestows blessings.I can see seas of black smoke enveloping continents from which the continents themselves are born.The turbulent river surrounds the edge of the continent, and countless star-like small spots of light are undulating up and down.At the end of our line of sight hangs a red waterfall. Above our heads, the No.17 layer of hell is the huge River Styx, the water covers everything, and black mist floats on the huge red ocean. It is the reincarnation pool of the undead from hell.

It is equivalent to the reincarnation pool of the temple in the heaven, where the huge creative power of Yahweh gathers.Heaven and hell are even at this point.

When I was thinking wildly, Xiaohong shook his head again, and I quickly held onto his horns, "Pretty, pretty," I said, "Don't shake me, I'm dizzy—"

In fact, it is not too dizzy, it is too far from the ground, no matter how shaken it is, it is difficult to change the scenery in sight.Before my eyes was a floating black mist, and the dragon blue and golden scales reflected the illusory moonlight.The wind blows through the hair, and I can feel the hair that has been raised for so long being blown into a mess.Maybe I should find a way to maintain it - oh no, it is more in line with my logic as a man to cut it off.

It's just that, just like girls have a girlish heart with long hair reaching their waists, boys actually have a little long hair and high beams to pretend to be an ancient knight.No boy would say that he doesn't want to grow up to be Dongfang Bubai—not counting somewhere—or Tang Zong and Song Zu.Long hair is such a magical thing. Hundreds of years and thousands of years of ancient history tell you that your body, hair and skin are affected by your parents, and countless people have written countless novels about girls with blue silk reaching their ankles and knights with long hair fluttering. .Then contact the picture of the handsome boy that my cousin once P, I really have a little bit of careful thinking-after all, it is really in place in terms of momentum.

Thinking about it made me a little depressed again.For so long, I really forgot to look in the mirror.I don't even know what I look like now, except that I vaguely found myself turning white in the water.I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling.

"What are you in a daze for?" Xiaohong said suddenly, and at the same time he rolled over, and before I could react, he had already rushed down and fell.

I really don't want to experience that feeling again.Everything around me was becoming blurred and slow, my mind went blank, I knew clearly that I was falling but there was nothing I could do, the sound of howling wind was in my ears, I didn’t know how long it took—like a century—I started to scream, and Or just noticed you were screaming.Breathing has become a burden, I can't even feel my hands and feet, I'm fighting so hard without any results, I can't see anything clearly, I just wait in fear for the final feeling——

"You have wings, idiot!"

wing.wing.I was vaguely looking for this word.The huge six-wings like strange attachments spread out on the back, and the feathers trembled in the wind. I subconsciously patted these things that were not just decorations, and the falling speed slowed down. I slowly found my balance, and the spread wings seemed to be Paragliding, the whole person becomes light and ethereal.

The wind passes through the tips of the hair, the earth spreads flat under the feet, and the waterfall roars in the distance.

Human beings long to fly. Since the ancestors of human beings saw birds for the first time, human beings have long been accustomed to looking up at the starry sky.

I am flapping my wings.That was the first time I realized it so clearly.are my wings.

Countless feathers flutter in the air, and what connects them is a crystal-like light.There is absolutely no flesh and blood in these wings, but I can clearly feel the breath of the wind passing through them.My clothes rattled, and I felt myself laughing amidst the loud noise.

The voice seemed to come back, or never left.Xiao Ming roared beside me, Xiao Hong complained "Can't this fly", and I opened my hands, not knowing what to hug or grab.I was flying, it was an indescribable joy, something in my heart was filled with the whistling wind, making people want to shout.

fly.

Like the first birds.

"Let's fly up," Xiaohong said next to me, "keep going up, to the upper floor!"

The teleportation array is used between each layer of heaven, but in hell, the middle of each layer is empty, leaving a passage.This floating island-like feeling is very appetizing to me. We flew up from the passage above our heads, and now our feet are boundless red, and the boiling water is rolling under our feet, like a sea of ​​blood.There is a transparent barrier around the channel we are in, and the water is blocked by the barrier, rolling out white foam.Here everything boils and smells of sulfur—that's how I imagine hell to be.

"What's that?" Xiaohong said.

I squinted my eyes to look over there. There are many very obvious reefs and eddies in the Red Sea, and I can see countless chaotic energies flowing. These elements can be regarded as my definition, and their appearance can be more or less distinguished.The main elements of hell are darkness and flames, referred to as dark elements and fire elements, and there will probably be some water elements in this Red Sea.At this time, a piece of dark elements gathered in the Red Sea, and the huge force formed a darkness visible to the naked eye. "It seems that some kind of natural treasure is about to be born..."

"The master of the elements." Xiaohong said lazily, "There must be a master everywhere. It's strange that so many elements don't produce a form."

He said it as if it made sense.We headed close to the water, the Red Sea rolling in waves in front of me.I was a little dizzy, but Xiaohong seemed to like to bring water to me during this process. When we finally reached the ball of elements, I was already wet. That temporary flying skill was very helpful for avoiding the splashing water is of no help.

I stopped on a raised rock, and the group of elements condensed on the surface of the water less than five meters away from me. It seemed to be about the size of a stone monkey or a humanoid elf.Six patches of gay purple drooped behind me, the tips of their feathers dangling in the red water.It's not that I want it to shake, it's that I won't take it back for a while.

"Dark elements?" Xiaohong asked. Although I came up with the definitions of these elements, I still feel that its judgment is much more correct than mine. Generally speaking, I can only distinguish them by color. It is more or less gray, and it looks more like a polluted light element in my eyes, but I am not sure if there will be any situation where things will go against each other.

Xiaohong swayed left and right on the edge of the darkness with his claws, and the darkness wrapped around its claws, as if imitating its shape, the group of elements gradually elongated, but its poor imitation made it more like a snake, or It's a bunch of fuzzy chains.Then Xiaohong threw it to me without any hesitation. When the darkness was touched, it was more like a mass of frozen and then half-thawed noodles. The outer layer was still soft, but the core was so hard that it hit me directly. On the stomach, "Oops—" I pushed it away, but this movement seemed to be a beat slower, and it had already begun to condense its human form without hesitation.

Then I realized that the hard thing that hit me in the stomach was a bone.Originally, it was a bone that imitated the steel and iron bones of a dragon, but now it is quickly surrounded by soft tissue. The darkness blocked my sight, but I still didn't want to imagine this process.

Then the thing took on exactly the human form I was familiar with, and the human body was presumably simpler than the dragon's, so it reproduced more quickly.But from a certain point of view, it probably has its own set of aesthetics, because the figure is obviously taller and stronger than me, but it is not to the point of being five big and three thick. In short, this is the kind that most men are very envious of. figure.Maybe it's because I haven't seen the sun in hell, I was already pale, and now the whole person is pale, so it also copied my paleness, and it was as white as a paint brush.

"hiss--"

It was the sucking sound from the throat of that not-yet-formed thing.Its skin is filling up little by little, the fingers are forming, and the paintbrush-like skin is beginning to have a slight blood color, probably because it is producing human organs inside.It's like a perverted embryonic development, it—he is generating new things inward from the skin and bone structure, filling in an entire human form.With the hands and feet come the arms and legs, then the torso, and then the neck.The white mixed in the darkness was condensed in this process, and now he is a muscular man covered with gray mist that is fully displayed in front of my eyes.

Facing such a human body that can be muddied and used as a Renaissance work, I would never laugh if it wasn't for the mess of faded stockings on his head.

"call--"

There was another breath, which seemed to symbolize the start of life, and the darkness gradually faded from the head, turning into a piece of silver-gray hair hanging down.His face was just as I imagined, not ashamed of his sculptural figure, but to a large extent integrated my yellow race characteristics.He closed his eyes, as if he had no sense of the outside world, the remaining dark elements were absorbed by his body, and when they were finally unable to lift the body, to my surprise, he fell directly into the blood-colored water of the Red Sea.

Only then did the condensed whites start to act.Unhurriedly, they stick down on the person caught by Xiao Hong's claws, turning into soft feathers.The pair of wings spread out behind him were incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere. Pure light flowed on the wings, and then the wings turned into three pairs. I almost doubted that I was not in the red sea of ​​hell, but by the holy pool of heaven.

"That's the dark element." Xiaohong said affirmatively, "The ultimate darkness is to make the surrounding dark."

Compared with this light, the surrounding area is dark, that's right.The entire Red Sea looked dim, the blood-colored water was shrouded in swaying light and shadow, and he himself was immersed in blood-color and darkness, only his wings were emitting a sharp light.The light made me feel uncomfortable, but the scene was only for a moment, and then the wings were retracted into his back, and the light disappeared, but more light returned to the surface of the Red Sea.

Xiaohong used his sharp claws to pick him up without scratching the opponent. The new adult man leaned against his claws. The scene was quite like a cartoon I read not long ago.

"Elemental Lord," he whispered, although his voice was not small to me, "Spirit of God."

Before the creation of the world, the spirit of God walked on the dark waters.There are countless souls in the darkness, whispering and laughing strangely all around.Later they had life, souls, and identities.

Later I know that from this moment on, all they have is fate.

The author has something to say:

The spirit of God, I am not sure whether it is the soul of God or the souls subordinate to God... Here I use the second type of xxx to ignore the details