[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

"Lucifer..."

"Lucifer, please, Lucifer..."

"Lucifer—"

He passed among the corpses, demons not dead screaming for his mercy, their outstretched hands like dry branches, frantically trying to pull something into the nether world.The black-haired fallen angel didn't even give them a look. He stared straight at the distant horizon with his body straight and his gaze firm.

The wind of hell lifted his long hair, and he bloomed like an ink-stained lotus in the nine layers of hell, every part of it was an eternal beauty that was so arrogant that even his own leaves could not touch it.

He spread out six black wings, and the four wings on the lower side revealed a faint purple light, like an amethyst filled with darkness.The beating of wings echoed in hell, but his eyes turned to the distant heaven.

"I'm not dead," he whispered. "I'm back, Lord, come now and give me an explanation. I don't blame you."

But no one responded to him.

He was looking up right above the demon's corpse, his long hair hanging down, half-hiding his slender body.He didn't wear any clothes, just wrapped himself in hair and wings, waiting quietly, waiting.

His eyelashes drooped slowly, covering his dark brown eyes with yellowish features.

"It's okay if you don't want to explain now. I'll wait for you." He said calmly, but his voice seemed to hide a knife edge. "Before then, it doesn't matter if I make myself feel better?"

As he said this, he cut a begging demon in two without looking at it; he was still holding a light blade, not a dark element.He looked around the deepest hell, and showed a very shallow smile. At that moment, it seemed that the white lotus was stained red with blood, and an almost bloodthirsty look appeared on his face.

"It's too much." He whispered, "It's too much to throw people away like this. If you want to break up, just say it--" The blood spattered on his hand, but he slowly spread it evenly, feeling its temperature , "Forget it, you'd better not show up now, I'm so angry now, it's a violation of heaven's rules, but as you said, I don't have to abide by those things."

He stared at his hand and blinked quickly, as if all the tears were dripping instead of blood, he completely controlled his emotions in just a few minutes, wrapping himself in an indifferent shell, " I went to the angels who fell for me. If you have something to do that must send me away—good luck, Lord."

"...my god."

Haniya stared at me without saying a word.His eyes seemed to mock me, and then he asked, "Who are you?"

"You don't care who I am, you are not qualified to replace Lucifer, forever, forever, no, yes!"

"I don't want to replace him. As I said, I exist only because God wants someone to be with Him—as for my appearance, that's not my choice."

He was terribly calm.Actually, I don’t know why I’m so angry. It’s normal for the Lord to want someone to accompany him. That brat will be very lonely without someone to accompany him.

But I just don't want to.

I don't allow another person to appear beside him, and I don't allow my eyes to be cast on another person, or I simply resist his existence at the first sight of Haniya.

Do I like Jehovah?

I do not like.

So why am I so excited?

I couldn't find that reason for a while.I'm used to being with him, or he is with me, no matter what happens, at least I can hide in the temple for a while, at least the Lord will never push me away.

Just for such selfish reasons?

do you have anything else?

Haniya looked at me.He shook his head, "If you're here to complain about him, you can leave. It's not my decision."

But I still hate him.The moment I see him, I want to tear him apart, want to punch thousands of holes in him with any weapon, even though I know very well that he can't replace Lucifer.

Being as high as Lucifer is something no one can copy and paste.The whole heaven held up that Lucifer, he stood beside God, and the galaxy held up his shadow—all this, a newly born angel could not do, and would never do.

The right time, place and people are harmonious, and he doesn't take any of them.

But I still hate him.

He just sat there, calm, indifferent, and confident, even when I lifted him up by the collar, he was indifferent. "You don't even know what heaven is," I said angrily, "Why do you accompany God?"

"Heaven is one of the three realms created by God." I wanted to mock his textbook answer, but his next words made me laugh, "Lucifer constructed the draft of the three realms, and God made everything into reality. First build the living beings in the world, and then fill the hell; finally, the angels are handed over to heaven, and the flames build the souls. Angels are the residents and guardians of heaven. There have been four battles here and there, three of which are fights with demons; if you need, I can Say the name of every dead man. The pages that recorded their real names were burned in flames, a symbol of death; and the reincarnated angels of the last war are also recorded. I know each of them--better than they themselves. "

I glared at him, and he stared back at me.

"I have the memory of Lucifer," he said. "I don't think about replacing him, but if God needs it, I will try."

——The black-haired angel threw the pages of the book into the sea of ​​flames, and the flames brought hot air waves to lift his clothes. He read every name and engraved them in his heart; that is the trace left by the war, and heaven will be established in death Life, they will eventually be forgotten in time, but he will always remember their traces.

Those pages of paper were turned into ashes in the flames, just like time tearing apart everyone's memories and blurring the traces of the past. Only he looked directly at the hot and bright fire, and his pupils danced with eternal light.

I will remember the warriors who fought for this heaven—

Even when I am in hell, I have not forgotten your names.

But this is impossible.I stared at Haniya and said to myself, this is impossible.

The Lucifer of this world is me, and I haven't done any of this.

Had the Lord given him false, forged memories on purpose - or had he had, the memory of that Lucifer?

How could he have the memory of that Lucifer?

Jehovah gave him?Then how could Yahweh exist?

A moment of extreme panic gripped me.Jehovah has the memory of that Lucifer.That means he is the god of Lucifer.

So why does this world exist?He wants to build this world, restore history, and replace me with the real Lucifer?When he looked at me, he was actually recalling Lucifer through me?

I raised my arms and pressed them to my eyes.

I reject this speculation.Why would he choose me for this kind of thing instead of just creating a blank soul that's easy to control?

In any case, I do not accept such a silly reason unless the Lord himself admits it.

What if he admits it?

Well, anyway, I picked up time that is too long than human life, so it is not impossible to return it to Lucifer——

I feel the fabric is a little damp.After being Lucifer for so long, I didn't even cry when Samuel threw me into prison for additional punishment, but today was fine, I cried twice.It’s no big deal, he’s a god, he can’t do whatever he wants——

"What are you thinking?" Hania suddenly interrupted me, "Are you sad?"

"You said you have the memory of Lucifer," I raised my hand and grabbed his clothes again, "Since when, until when?"

"From the beginning, to... leaving heaven."

"Why did Lucifer leave heaven?"

"God ordered the angels to bow down to Adam, and Lucifer disobeyed and was punished. He led a third of the angel army to set off a rebellion, and was finally thrown into hell by Michael."

"He really went to lead the army?"

"Yes." Haniya's eyes were calm and indifferent, "He really went to lead the army."

"Are you making an international joke? After losing his wings, he was so painful that he couldn't even stand up, leading the army? Did he use the wire to hang himself to lead the army?"

Haniya should not know what Wia is, but he replied calmly: "He did appear on the battlefield and command the army. This is an indisputable fact."

it's not like that.A voice screamed in my head, Lucifer didn't do that, someone was there that day, but it wasn't—

"It's you." I suddenly said very clearly, "It was you who led the army that day."

Haniya showed a puzzled expression, "I was not born at that time."

I also know he was supposed to be born after Lucifer fell, but I'm sure, like I've seen that scene too, like it's the pain I've felt.

——He cut off his wings, and the purple wings shone with crystal-like light; he stared at a point in the void, as if he didn't feel the pain he inflicted on himself at all.But the pain was etched in his soul, every movement of the knife point brought pain that shattered everything, and he just looked up, like a silent prayer.

The light flowed in those black eyes, and it was hard to tell whether it was thought or despair, but I knew he was not thinking about anything, and he was not completely desperate.

He just felt the pain, buried it deep in his heart, like lighting the register of the dead, never remembering it, but never forgetting it.

At that time, there was a fierce battle in heaven. The Lucifer in their eyes refused the command of God, refused to drop his wings, and started a war brazenly, burning the flames of war to the whole heaven. In the end, when Michael made a move, no one expected them His Highness would be defeated by him, and soon they gave themselves an explanation: God helped Michael.

But it is not.

Hania couldn't have defeated Michael, it was Hania who led them that day, and the real Lucifer was thrown into hell when he stepped out of the doors of the Fallen Wings Sanctuary.

Don't mention God's help—the last time he saw God was the pure white long-haired figure waiting for him outside the church.

That was the appearance of God that he imagined countless years ago.

But that’s not something in this world after all. There is no Lucifer leading an army in this world, even though I know that the textbooks of little angels will definitely write like this after many years.

It was just the extreme pain and the paranoia of seeking answers that made me tremble uncontrollably.

It felt like I was watching all this from the sidelines, like I was watching with the eyes of God, just watching indifferently, but without the real feeling of substitution.It's just too much emotion affecting me - that's all.

I wanted to comfort him, but I couldn't get involved in what had happened so long ago.

He is doomed to fall into hell, and then build a reflection of heaven in hell.The huge hall of demons corresponds to the location of the temple, and he wants to become the god of hell.

"Are you crying?" Haniya pulled my hand down, so hard that I couldn't break free.He wiped away my tears and advised me gently, "Don't get caught in your own heart, maybe the reality is much better?"

"That's what happened."

"That's over."

"I can't pass it!" I almost strangled his neck, "I can't pass it, he spent so long looking for the answer, he never turned over that page in his life - he exists for God, how could he let that It's over!"

He doesn't allow it.

The moment his life was born from the hands of God, they were destined to be inseparable; they were the complements of black and white, maintaining a chaotic balance.

How could he allow to be pushed away.

"...Is he dead?"

"Yes."

Yes, he died.

He spent his whole life, but he couldn't find the answer.

But even if I could only look at his dead body, I wanted to tell him the truth he had tried everything he could to find.

"Who are you to him?"

"I do not know."

Haniya didn't ask any more questions.He held me in his arms, black hair hanging down, surrounding a small space around us, blocked from everything outside, and he patted me on the back tenderly; The description is gentle, and the angels will indeed gather around him to fulfill all his wishes.

"Are you tired?" he said, "Go to sleep for a while, no one will disturb you."

Yea, no one would break into a Seraph's palace but the Lord.

And what I most want to see right now is Jehovah.

Only he can tell the truth I want to know, and only he can fully remember the past I want to know.

Hania's breath was light and shallow, and I vaguely remembered Aru, and then felt as if I had thrown him somewhere; in a trance, I felt that the person holding me seemed to be Aru—or maybe it was Yahweh, he The light purple eyes were half covered by the white hair, and he lowered his head to kiss my forehead.There were countless unspeakable things hidden in his eyes, and he just looked at me and asked me, "Trust me, Lucifer."

I believe him.

I have said long ago that you are God, if I don’t believe you, who else can I believe in.

As long as you don't say it yourself and admit it yourself, I won't accept any guesses.

because you are Jehovah.

Because I am Lucifer.