[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

"Rashia."

The handsome angel took a step back blankly. The young man in front of him blushed and almost stared at the ground, "Although I'm sorry——would you like to associate with me! I mean, of course, spiritually—"

"Well, I'm sorry, I..." Lacia took another step back, the young man's eyes sparkled with light that made her clenched her lower lip, "I have no intention of interacting with anyone... I'm really sorry."

"I," the young man's eyes slid to one side, his eyes still full of stubbornness, "My name is Tara! I am a member of the Angel Academy Garrison. If you need help, you can come to me anytime! I won't just give up!"

After leaving these few words, he escaped from her sight.

"...So someone really confessed his love in the library." Raziel tilted her head, her face turned green, "Gabriel—can you take care of your son? That's my sister!"

Gabriel almost smiled and lay down on today's financial statement, "Does it matter? It's a good match... If you want me to say it, just make a fuss, and then--oops! Rachel, you said that the cultural person is not How about doing it?"

"That's my sister!"

"There's nothing you can do about attributes like brother control and sister control." Raphael drank tea calmly, completely ignoring Gabriel's miserable howls, "And, isn't that Gabriel's son?"

"It's a nephew." Gabriel waved his hand, "The son of my former good buddy... what are your expressions?"

"...Isn't your good buddy Yanar?" Raziel's face was turning blue now.

"Who is a good buddy with the guy who can sell me for my father?" Gabriel pushed Raziel away, straightened his hairpin, and puffed up his false chest, "My good buddy is very powerful, okay? !Although he's been dead for a long time...he's an information dealer. That's right. I always thought he could have a good chat with you."

"... After talking for a long time, can you tell us what his name is?"

"Urinea." Gabriel seemed to recall it for a while before he said with certainty, "His name is Urinea."

"This is the first time I've seen other parts of this palace." Samuel said, his eyes lingering on the exquisitely stitched stone patterns above his head. It was a picture that would have meaning after a long time, which was ironic Yes, it's called The Nativity.

The newborn baby looked down on us demons from his mother's tender arms with innocent eyes.

Like a collision between God and the abyss, all kindness and innocence are exposed in the eyes of evil, and become lambs in the mouth of hungry wolves.

"You'll see it often in the future," I promised him, "and you'll know exactly what it's painting."

"..." Beelzebub, "Judging from the color scheme of this picture, it doesn't seem to be very... close to the devil."

I turned my head with a smile, Beelzebub flinched, and hid the whole person behind Samael, the dull hair on the top of his head protruding from Samael's head, swaying with his footsteps.Mammon crossed her hands behind her head and looked around lazily, "Is Bechymos not here?"

"Temporarily at the gates of hell."

"...so what do you want to say to us?"

"What do you want to ask?"

Mammon's gaze slowly turned cold.He and Beelzebub exchanged glances, and Beelzebub bit his lower lip in a daze. "It's nothing." Samuel smiled gently, "As long as it's your decision—we won't object."

"The one who was here before is not the same as you!" Mammon shouted directly, "Although, although you give me the feeling that I am closer to the Lucifer I met in heaven...but in short, you and this palace' Wavelength' is a little different! You don't have, uh... you're not the guy who lived here before anyway!"

"Although I said that, it was also arranged by His Majesty..." Beelzebub whispered, he shrank even smaller, and his whole body was like a golden ball of hair, "Samael...?"

Samael pressed the back of Mammon's neck, who was about to make a move, as if he was holding a milk cat, "Since you know what you are asking, there is no reason to report to us what His Majesty is going to do."

He's not being ironic.Those golden eyes were shining with warm light, even though they had the cone-shaped pupils of beasts—they were almost round in the dim light—his eyes were still full of trust and stability, just like "God leads the way" Throwing Xifa down to heaven" did not affect him in the slightest, and he was still a devout priest bathed in light.

There are many monsters with squinting eyes, few passers-by with silver hair, and those with black hair and golden pupils who like to laugh are either the protagonist team or the ultimate boss.

"...This is too much," Mammon muttered in a low voice, "It's obvious that you can't trust us..."

Very good, this kid has to beat and beat again, and Samael doesn't need it, he has completely entered the role of the devil's loyal dog, "It's not that you think you are trustworthy, but you are trustworthy in everything. Like you Kind of, won't you tell everything on the belly of the Charm?"

Mammon's face turned red immediately.He glared at Samuel angrily, and Samuel looked back with a smile, then turned off the fire at Mammon, "All right, all right, you have the final say."

"It's not that I can't trust you," I rubbed his hairy head, "I was not in hell when I made this decision, and I couldn't contact you." Although I really couldn't trust them at the time, "But how old are you, why are you whoring? "

"Don't think that you are my father after several parent-teacher meetings!" Mamen was furious at that time, "So heaven is just pretending! Do what you want, why are there so many messes, you can whore if you can be hard !"

"Mammon!" Beelzebub almost screamed, "This kind of thing——"

"If you like, I don't mind whoring you!" Mamen ignored him at all, "I'll make money anyway!"

I began to suspect that Asmodeus didn't become a qualified original sin, he just completely integrated into the environment of hell.

"Oh?" Samuel said in a puzzled manner, "Why did His Majesty sleep with you? You are not good-looking."

Mammon: "..."

He stared at Samuel's exquisite face with an angelic face, the corners of his mouth were twisted for a while, and his hands were shaking.Finally he squeezed out a sentence: "The demons are rough and don't conform to your sissy aesthetics, I'm sorry."

"You can scold me, but why do you scold His Majesty?" Samuel continued to pretend to be pure, "Angels have no gender, sissies or fake men don't matter. We are bisexual."

...No, please don't take me with you on this matter.

"Yes, yes, you are all suitable for wearing women's clothing at first glance. If you wear a suspender bubble skirt with a small face like yours——"

"Women's clothing is the romance of men." Samuel continued his words with a smile, "If you think you are better than women, then prove that you are more beautiful than them in skirts."

There was obviously something wrong with these words, but at least Mamen didn't turn this corner for a while, and stammered for a long time without saying anything.

"Forget about Beelzebub, a person like this who discriminates against women and bisexuality, and rejects beautiful and lovely things, let him go out whoring, he will always only be whoring." Samael threw down the last card , watching Mammon's expression change from anger to panic, and then calmly pulled Beelzebub to stand beside me, "Since you hate our king so much, then this place is not suitable for you, right?"

That's the only good thing about being in a high position. I just wanted to hit him, and someone did it for me.

"..." Mammon, "I didn't say he is suitable for wearing women's clothing!"

"You mean His Majesty only has the male side, not the female part? Sorry, it's like 'Your brain is half the size of a normal person' to us as an insult." Samuel continued to beat him, and I heard The corners of my eyes are a little cramped, and I really don't want to understand where there is a female part in me.Mamen's three views were refreshed, and he could see that he didn't care about the culture of angels after staying in Angel Academy for so long, "...I got an extra organ after I was baptized?!"

"..." Samael, "You were just washed into a light creature. Do you really think you have wings?" If it was so simple, Jehovah would not have replaced Medanzo as Enoch and then received it to heaven.

"I have." Mammon opened his bat wings confidently, the sharp corners at the top of the wings glowed coldly, "You are the only ones who are proud of being neither male nor female, right?"

"Because we are neither male nor female, we are not subject to any party." Samael retorted flatteringly, "Just like God does not belong to light or darkness, so He is God."

Mammon: "..."

So, don't mess with someone who is thousands of years older than you, it will be hard for you to beat him no matter how nonsense he is.

When I think of Mamen's brother, Medanzuo, who is on the road of evolution to neither male nor female, I want to give this poor child some wax.

"What's more," Samuel gave the lore, "don't you like Gabriel very much? He is masculine wearing feminine clothes."

Player Mammon, HP is zero.

Samuel squinted and smiled, Beelzebub was stunned by the side, he was about the same age as Mammon, and he had never felt the cunning and cunning of the older generation of angels who had experienced the first battle and the rejection of demons , even if he himself became a demon, he couldn't stand on the same front as a pure demon.The years that have been deposited in the depths of the golden hole are untouchable and unbeatable for them, just like they can't beat me.

"So," Samuel turned to me, "Your Majesty summoned us this time, what do you want to tell us? Except for the person who was here a while ago?"

His squinting smile clearly expressed: Although I am teasing him, if you refute, I don't mind teasing you too.

"Yes," Beelzebub asked in a low voice, "About 'Original Sin'?"

He guessed right.

In the middle of the palace is Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong's original site, where there is now a huge pool, like the reflection of the holy pool of the Temple of Heaven, where thick dark elements and churning desires are accumulated.

Hell does not have a unified belief, but they have a unified desire||desire.They want to become stronger, they want to reach the peak, and they want history to remember their names; Devouring each other, and the so-called seven deadly sins are lust||desires—it can be regarded as the place where another form of belief gathers.

The seven deadly sins necessarily had some theocracy, since they were as motivated by faith as the gods.

I remembered that a long time ago, the Lord asked me when he healed Sariye's eyes, "Then you are not the 'only' I have blessed, will you be sad?"

I think he asked Lucifer this question, and Lucifer replied, haven't you always protected the Three Realms?

Like me, or me like him.God blesses the Three Realms, which is a matter of course from beginning to end.

But now I don’t want him to protect the Three Realms. No matter what kind of theocracy, what is allocated to them is only a little bit brought by faith. Allow them to share a little bit.

Because I think I love him; because I know he loves me.

Because I think it's just the part of Lucifer that's afraid of being hurt again; but I don't.

Raphael pushed open the heavy wooden door covered with magic seals, the lamp in his hand trembled, leaving irregular shadows on the stone wall.

"Are you still awake?" he asked. "Can you see me?"

His voice fell in the shaking light and shadow, everything around him felt suffocating, the cramped room was full of dust, and the light was refracted by the dust into a clear beam of light.It was almost impossible to see anything, only a heavy breath echoing in the darkness, signaling that there was a living thing in the shadows.

Raphael closed the door tightly, put the lamp on the protruding stone platform, and approached the man bound by chains step by step.It was an angel, although all his wings had been cut off.His head was drooping, his hair was shaved almost to nothing, leaving only indistinguishable stubble.The body was deathly still, save for the laborious heaving of the chest to breathe.

Raphael raised his hand to caress his face, the magic power wrapped around him softly, the healing technique played its role, and the man's breathing gradually stabilized.Raphael stared at it like a perfect work of art.He chuckled softly, stroking the pained, distorted face.

"Wake up and look at me." He said, "You would have stayed here forever, but since Gabriel mentioned you, I can't disappoint him too much."

The godless eyes turned, reflecting Raphael's pure face.

"Then, from now on, your name is Uriel." Raphael broke the iron chain with a smile, and the sound of metal friction crackling exploded in his ears, and the scalp-numbing sound continued to echo in the narrow stone room, green His eyes were illuminated by the fire, like a burning city reflected in emerald.

The flame danced, illuminating the man's weary face; above the man's head, on an almost rusted metal plate, loomed a name.

Urinea.