[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

Haniya is waiting for me in the world.

It is not difficult to locate him, because the thick black is like a cloud in the twilight morning light.

"Since Leviathan is here," he said with a smile, "it should be that you plan to come too. Why, because someone likes me...she is very unhappy?"

"Actually, the point is not that someone likes you, but that Bechymos likes others." This is the essence of Tsundere.

"Bechymos? Ah... After all, in his current state, he is like a child I raised with my own hands. We seem to be liked by children... No, for you, the three realms are all children." He said lightly. , with a joyful light in his eyes, "I'm your child too."

"...Call me Dad."

"Okay mother. My mission is complete, and I should go back to heaven—to be with my dad." He dropped the words that made me want to kill him, and spread his wings gracefully in the morning light, "I'm leaving—— —By the way, mother, have you found something you've been looking for?"

"...According to imagination, probably." I threw him a light cone with the last bit of magic power that was not taken away by the sunlight, and he dodged it deftly, "Then——I'll wait for you to go back."

I no longer care about the "son" who seems to be determined to piss me off - to be honest, I don't have the real feeling that he is my son until now - with the assistance of Yanar, he knocked on the gate of hell.

The gate itself has no spirituality, but the gatekeeper is very spiritual.Behemoth’s human figure is full of Haniya’s bad taste. I looked at his red scarf, black leather jacket, blue cotton trousers, and a pair of flip flops, and I suspected that Haniya had made a fool of him. The unhappiness caused by so many demons has all been vented on him; since he can confess his love to Haniya in this way, he is either too innocent or shakes M.

I hid under the hood and stared at him with dead fish eyes. With the fairy-tale beauty of the sun shining on the ground and the dew shining slightly, my poor magic power left me again.

Yanar is much calmer, not at all like the Seraph who has been on the front line for a long time and has drawn a lot of hatred in hell. The black hood blocks half of his face, revealing his graceful chin.He held my hand, his slender fingers were clearly knuckles, my dead fish eyes turned to him, and he asked me calmly: "What's wrong?"

"The former commander-in-chief of the Angel Army is very skilled in eating tofu."

"There's such a righteous reason as 'to prevent you from being in danger', wouldn't it be a pity not to eat tofu?" He shrugged his shoulders, and did not let go. We pretended to be calm and walked past Bechymos. The first floor of hell, which was looted by the army not long ago, was as quiet as a chicken, and there was a scene where thousands of mountains and birds flew away, thousands of paths and people disappeared. Yanar glanced back, and flew up with me in his arms—without a doubt, hug waist.

"...Yanar," I tilted my head to avoid the oncoming airflow, "it's not like we'll never see each other again, you don't have to eat tofu with this kind of attitude."

"Will you let me eat it in the future?" Yanar is not guilty at all, "The days when you don't have magic power are one day, and you can't miss a day."

"...you know my relationship with God." Affirmative sentence.

"God will not want me to die for this kind of reason. After all, you didn't justly refuse."

I glanced at the ground nearly 1000 meters away, and felt that I was not to blame for not daring to refuse him. His thoughts could not be seen from his face. If someone from love to hatred threw me down, I would be dead Still miserable in a white mist.

"Then what is your Highness going to do in hell next?" Yanar's voice seemed to have a tendency to develop into a ghostly animal, and he flew me down through the donut-shaped passage of hell. The wind brought more and more dark elements and fishy moisture, "Behemoth will think you are... hmm? You have a good relationship with demons, right? Baal is also good-looking, isn't he? "

Before I could speak, he laughed to himself.The voice drifted intermittently in the wind. He pressed my face against his chest, and I couldn't see his expression. I only knew that the wind whizzed past him, taking away most of the voice.

"Yanar..."

"It's almost there, Your Highness." The dark elements are already so thick that they cannot be ignored. There is almost no daylight in the deepest layer of hell, and at least twenty of them are completely dark in 24 hours.The magic power returned with the darkness, Yanar held his hand tightly, but soon he let go of it calmly, the whirling gray and white wings were like ghosts from the abyss, the wind lifted his cloak, and the black cloth spread around him , encircling his slender body like petals encircling a stamen.

I looked up at him, against the dark background of hell, his long silver hair glowed like a starry sky.

"Good luck, then." Red and blue eyes, smiling lips, outstretched wings.

"……thanks."

"Using other people's emotions is what a demon king should do, isn't it?" He was far away from the ground as he spoke, and quickly turned into a small dot, "At most, it's nothing more than desertion... Except for God, who in heaven now can punish And me?"

The dark elements began to climb from the bottom of the feet, and the darkness swept up with extreme coldness. Yanar disappeared from my sight, and I turned my gaze to the bottom—I was standing on a cliff, and below was the silent light in the darkness , Pandimaninan lies in the very center of the eighteenth hell. This huge castle belongs to only one person, just like a temple belongs to only one god.

It seemed that the whole world suddenly became quiet, with almost no wind and no human voice.

Here I can always maintain Lucifer's posture, because there will be no moment when light prevails over darkness.

There were no guards and no attendants in the palace.As I expected, there are only scattered lights and huge silence here.

In order for me to take over all of this smoothly, Haniya must reduce what others know about him.No one here knows his preferences, no one understands his personality, and this palace does not belong to him from the beginning to the end, although he plans, he builds, and he stays.

No one knows his existence, and the Lord of Hell in everyone's heart is Lucifer.

Maybe—except Behemoth.

Before falling into heaven, Asmodeus was one of the three deputy commanders of the Angel Army. Together with Beria, who wanted everything but was too lazy to open his mouth, and Jeremiah, who studied hard every day but fell in love with his boss, Asmodeus served as The busiest position in the Angel Army.The scheduling of subordinates, the arrangement of each day, and even the individuals in some special departments must be handled by them, and the commander-in-chief is simpler.

After falling into heaven, Asmodeus was the ultimate lazy man who buried himself in the quilt and never opened his eyes except during the war, wishing to spend every day in his sleep.Although His Majesty (Haniya) gave them the name of original sin before, they don't know what it is used for now, they only know that almost none of these original sins can be matched, such as the lazy Beria Casino prodigals, such as the gluttonous Beelzebub is a well-behaved and obedient musician, who never overeats, such as the lust||lustful Asmodeus, who is lazy as if some wonderful genetic change is happening, and the whole person is oriented toward the pig direction.

So when I heard that His Majesty summoned him, Asmodeus himself was stunned for a while, and seriously began to think that the Legion of the Fallen Angels is directly in charge of Beria, the economy is from Mammon, and the preacher is Ray. For Mir, Beelzebub is the one who cooperates with the preaching—he has no position, why should he be summoned?Your Majesty is bored and want to talk to someone?

Thinking about the empty palace, Asmodeus suddenly felt that this was also possible.

So Asmodeus got up from the bed, wobbled all the way down, flew over the sea of ​​blood on the No.17 floor, landed on the No.18 floor, and swaggered in through the door that never closed , stood still in the lobby, looking up at the sky.

This is not because he is contemptuous, since their majesty has not come out to see them since they fell into heaven, even if they command wars or summon them, they communicate with sound transmission crystals from a long distance. I think His Highness doesn't want to see them—it turns out that the more beautiful the pre-fallen, the uglier the disfigured.

Asmodeus, who recovered his appearance a little bit with the growth of magic power, felt that this was a very reliable explanation. It would take so long for them to recover, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover Lucifer's appearance.So when he turned his head and found Lucifer standing by the hall door looking at him, his first reaction was to look at his face—the demonic energy of hell didn’t seem to affect Lucifer, and that face was still a standard one that could be taken out to be blinded Everyone's Lucifer looks good.

So he breathed a sigh of relief silently, "Long time no see, Your Majesty. Do you need to go to bed?"

"..."

"Your Majesty? If it's you, I can consider leaving my bed."

"..."

"Oh, don't be shy, Your Majesty, you can't keep rejecting the culture of hell after being in hell for so long. Don't be angry because of Heaven's surprise attack this time. You can go to the battlefield and lure them all to hell."

I stared at the self-talking fallen angel in front of me, and confirmed that he was indeed Asmodeus of lust||desire.

"Please don't show that look." He continued confidently, "What type do you like? Pure virgins, or hot beauties? I can get you any, if you don't like home-grown devils— —I can act too, my acting skills are very good.”

"Asmodeus."

"Well, Your Majesty?"

"There is indeed a task for you, and your acting skills are indeed needed."

"I am willing to share your worries." Asmodeus smiled until his eyes turned into crescent moons, and then I calmly said, "I need you to wear women's clothes."

His expression cracked.

"Not now, of course, but it won't be too bad. I want you to play pagan--the priestess of the godless, praying to any god. Then you can stay on earth--until you have to come back. "

Asmodeus narrowed his eyes, his expression seemed to be provoked by something. "Your Majesty," he said, "please tell me that you have no intention of killing me."

I didn't explain, just looked at him with a paralyzed face.

Asmodeus sighed.He got closer and closer to me, and we were almost stuck together in the end.He's a little taller than me, but his brown eyes are so docile as a stuffed bear's, and they look very sincere.He looked at me sincerely, obediently, and with a little sadness, and said as if he was about to be abandoned: "My technology will definitely satisfy you, although——"

I pointed the knife at his head and chopped it down.

Don't say anything, this is a qualified original sin.

Asmodeus held his head and felt aggrieved, "Really! As long as you try!"

I almost kicked him out, he stuck out his tongue, and walked out step by step, "Your Highness, I didn't mean you, in hell—"

"What's more fun in hell is that there's no need to play with you."

He showed an expression between admiration and regret. Seeing that he was about to walk out of the hall, he suddenly turned around and said, "If you want to play, you can find me anytime."

"...Asmodeus."

"I'm here."

"I'd rather play Sariel."

Asmodeus had a meaningful expression on his face.He shrugged and walked away from the door.

"Sariel fell for giving miracles to the priestesses of Canaan (pagans), and Raziel was tortured for giving the book of knowledge to humans. Do you like humans or do you not like them?"

Haniya hugged God's neck from behind, her black hair fell to their waists, "Because my other father hated humans, so do you hate humans?"

"I love man," Jehovah answered quietly. "He wanted me to love man. He wanted me to love all of my creatures, and he wanted me to be happy in them."

"Can you take pleasure in such things, Father God?"

"My joy comes from his joy."

"...I'll just say it. You'll only do this kind of thing for him. Leave the original world behind and build this place—copy that world as it is, repeat all the joys and tragedies, and build two 'exactly the same' World'——you really deserve to be the God of Creation."

"it's here--"

"I know. I think, Father, he also guessed it. All of this is for one thing - you need him to become a god, and gods need to have their own world." Hania didn't hide it, and said bluntly The ultimate purpose of Jehovah’s actions all the time, “This world is rooted in the original world. In order to separate it, you simply copy everything from the original to make the two worlds very similar, and use ‘same-sex repulsion’ to divide them. Wait until this The world is separated - you will hold him on the throne, no, he will find the throne by himself. But I don't quite understand, if it's just for this...why did you hurt him in the first place? Such a simple thing is completely ok Talk to him about it."

"What you are saying now is allowed by the rules."

Haniya turned her face sideways, frowning slightly. "This heaven is not very consistent with that over there," he changed the subject, "Although it should be enough to separate the world... But if Bechymos over there knows that he will confess his love to me, he would probably rather go to Xi'an Fuck the sheets. Yarnar is the same, Yarnal to Lucifer? He's going to cry. What do you think?"

A silver-haired angel stood quietly in the corner.The light in the temple surrounded him, and his eyes were indifferent.

"...Although I can roughly understand what you are talking about, I don't think he and I are the same person. In fact, I don't think the current Highness is the same person as the one you are familiar with. I don't quite understand either. , if the matter of 'becoming a god' is still within the allowable range, why can't you directly inform His Highness."

"Because becoming a god must be done actively. There are many passive ways to become stronger in this world. Only the will and determination required to become a god cannot be solved in a passive way." Haniya is a little lazy He replied lazily, "You and him... are definitely not alone."

"Take the initiative to think of it, take the initiative to do it? Do you really think—His Highness will do it? With all due respect—are you really His Highness's child?"

Haniya raised the corners of her lips and revealed a charming smile.

"That's right. It's just a child who is not recognized by the father... Can it be regarded as real, 'his child'?"