[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

"Raphael...?"

The bright red stretched inch by inch from the side of his bed to the feet of the other party, stretching out as a blood path in the darkness.Raphael stood in the middle of the bloody road, smiling and reaching out to him.

"What's the matter, father?"

At the end of the bloody road, stood a thin figure whose face could hardly be seen clearly.A pair of wide-open eyes are enough to take away all eyes, one is cold and sharp gray, the other is very light purple.The pupils are square, as if stolen from a goat; the whites are barely there, and the irises spread out so that the whole eye is that color.He made a strange inhalation sound, and moved his dry and stiff limbs like a stick, moving little by little towards the side of his bed.

Bess, the first generation of angels, has tricked Yanar, arrested Gabriel, and even plotted against Lucifer in his life. His own son is also a Seraphim—it can be said that he is really a winner in life in a certain way.In the first half of his life, he made countless fortunes as a healing angel, and after his prison life, he also lived well with his son; now at the age of [-], his body is still strong, and he can even preside over experiments.

"Father," Raphael knelt down beside his bed, gently took his hand, "what's wrong? You turned a good angel into this, do you regret it now?"

"Hee hee hee..." Beth let out a weird laugh instead of the angel with different eyes, "I don't regret it. I regret having you."

"How could this be?" Raphael still smiled warmly, Feng Zhitian looked at his father with caring eyes, "You used me as an excuse to send Uncle Ye Lai out; it was because of me, Lucifer Your Highness proclaims your innocence to the whole heaven; your life today is still brought to you by me, why do you regret giving birth to me?"

"Because you let me use it," Bess said softly, looking at his green eyes that resembled him very much, "to use me now."

Raphael's eyebrows furrowed. "You're so ugly." He said in a singing voice, "Isn't this what you expected? Isn't that what you have always taught me?" He raised his face, tears welling in his eyes, as if he really Painful because of his father's misunderstanding, "People don't do it for themselves—heaven and earth will destroy it."

Bess laughed.

"I regret training you like this. But if I do it all over again, I will still train you like this."

"What are you going to do now, Raphael? Let me think about it... He," he pointed at the stiff angel behind Raphael, "is an experiment I have been using since 5000 years ago. At that time, the world How wonderful, we healing angels have monopolized most of the resources in heaven, no matter who is sent to us, as long as we say we are hopeless, we can detain him for experiments... What a beautiful day, no one dares to mess with us , we are the pinnacle of heaven... so I know it must be downhill, I have been preparing for myself. All the experiments were done by your Uncle Ye Lai. I am just guiding outside - no meddling, You can't push it on me."

"Father," Rafael smiled, "I'm going to push it on Uncle Ye Lai. As for you——you have your place."

He raised his hand, and there was a mark of flame magic in his hand.He put it on his father's heart, and opened the soundproof magic.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, and in front of him was a twisted and scorched human figure, which was trembling and not yet dead.

"...Father, I will not become someone like you. Why did I fall from the peak? Since it was expected, why didn't I make more preparations?"

"I will stand on top of this heaven...forever, forever."

In the year 10341 of the Heavenly Kingdom calendar, the largest anti-collusion campaign in the history of the Kingdom of Heaven kicked off.At the beginning of the incident, Seraphim Raphael's father, Bess, discovered that his friend Ye Lai was conducting inhumane living body experiments, and used forbidden magic to forcibly transform the angel, causing Ye Lai to die of serious injuries.After being rescued, Beth was saved from danger, but remained in a deep coma.

From the executor to the beneficiary, this experimental case quickly shocked the entire heaven.And its peak was when it was discovered that Seraphim Raziel was involved in the experimental research—before the combination, Raziel privately gave the book of wisdom to humans, and God made a judgment, Seraph Raziel, the death penalty.

That was the only angel who was sentenced to death by God.

Beth was pronounced dead shortly after Raziel's execution.

This incident involved everything from the dark lines of the military department to the professors of the college, and even the people in the city on the surface. Of course, in the end it came down to hell, and the hatred was drawn to Lucifer. Heaven gave the final conclusion: Shou Lu The seduced angel of Xifa, with weak mind and impure belief, made an act of worshiping the devil, and all were exiled.

Only a small part of the exiled angels can successfully fall into the sky, and more will die.

They cannot be reborn in Eden after death.

"Raphael!" Michael closed the door tightly, the enchantment opened around them, and he stared into those calm green eyes, "What did you do—no, you tell me, Raziel really participated Yet?!"

"Your Highness," Raphael replied indifferently, "How would I know if I was really involved? The case is jointly in charge of Jelimil and Sariel. Even if you ask Lord Yanar, it's better than asking me?"

"...Are you really not involved?"

"What are you talking about? I was less than a hundred years old 5000 years ago. How could I participate?"

"I say this—when did you find out about the experiment? Do you really think Raziel was involved? Your father died—why aren't you sad?"

"Not long ago, when my father was hurt; I don't know, I don't want to, but I'm afraid it will be. As for the last point - Your Highness, I'm sad, that's my father, that's the only person in this world with whom my soul is connected." Existence—or Raziel died. Do you think I’m not sad? Is it useful to be sad? Is it called being sad if you have to hang tears on your face?! I’m sad...but more importantly, it’s heaven.”

He walks past Michael, grabs his wrist, and pulls him away from the doorknob, "I'm sad. I'm sad. I want to die for them—so what? I'm useless." . . . they left the world that needed them."

He pressed his forehead against the door, tears streaming down his eyelashes, hitting the tiles on the floor, "If I know—if I can—why I am a healing angel, but I can't save my father? Why am I Raziel's friend, and not paying attention to his behavior? What if I—"

He took a breath, opened the door, and left Michael's barrier alone.

Turn the time back to me first, the final of the group arena in Hell - eight disheveled people plus a trembling Beelzebub and a calm-faced Lemuel, these are all the finalists.I looked at Mammon, who was obviously cheated by Lilith, then at Barr, who seemed to have been beaten up with his own blood on his face, and finally turned to Beria, who was lying on the side, and sighed from the bottom of my heart.

Obviously, the finals turned into an angel looking for an angel, and a devil looking for a devil in the final.Their thinking is extremely unified: even if it is not their own, at least the champion is not an angel/demon!

Therefore, there is a long way to go to reconcile internal conflicts.

"...so," Barr said, "why did that brat win the championship?"

"Because his perception is stronger than yours." I lied without blinking.I say strong is strong, not strong is also strong.

Baal's face was as green as the blood on his face.

"Tomorrow I will tell you why he is so strong." I waved at him lazily, letting him come to me, "I am so dissatisfied with Angel for making the champion, so why admit me?"

"Are you an angel?" Barr picked me up without hesitation, "An angel who has been with us in hell for 5000 years since there were angels in heaven? You are a devil from the bottom of your heart!"

"Look at him." I raised my hand and rubbed Samuel's hair beside me, "Is he an angel? Or a demon?"

Baal, who had obviously been beaten by Samuel, turned greener.

"...he is the devil among the angels, and you are always the devil disguised as an angel."

"Then remember it for me. I said all of you, remember it for me-fallen, heaven, angel, yes, evil, demon."

This is something that heaven has always regarded as common sense, and it is also something that countless fallen angels cannot admit.They fell to heaven for me, and they did not admit that they were things they underestimated; the demons also did not recognize their identities, for their purity and unshakable faith that drenched their bones.

"Think clearly, heaven no longer recognizes us, and we have abandoned heaven. Look at this - this is the territory we bought with the kingdom of heaven, this is the battlefield we harvested with blood, this is where the fallen angels and demons have fought together Eighteen levels of hell—this is our future home. Here we declare our rebellion and independence, and we would rather be kings in hell than vassals in heaven!"

My eyes flicked over their faces.

"Demons are companions. Regardless of appearance, regardless of origin, regardless of virtue in your eyes. This is the world they were born to see, and this is the land they fight while you enjoy organized exercise in heaven. If you think it is not enough Well, help them; if you think you can take it, accommodate them. This is their homeland, and we are not conquerors, we are travelers who need to follow the customs. Every one of them, in their struggle to survive, deserves No less than what you have put in for your faith."

"No one among you is nobler than the other. Angels are not reduced to this, and demons are not forced to submit. I hope you will marry."

In the end, these seven words blasted at least six people on the opposite side. Vasago, who could predict, was completely silent. Remuel and Beelzebub quickly left the battlefield.So I watched them quietly until they quieted down, "This is what I want you to convey to your jurisdiction. You ten people, Beelzebub as the prime minister of hell will coordinate politics||politics, and mammon will coordinate the economy. The six people besides Lemuel and Beria are in charge of the lands from the first to the sixteenth floor of hell. Beria, you maintain the connection among the fallen angels and command the fighters among them. Lemuel...you have to pick up the old man Our bank."

education.

This is one of the most important means of maintaining rule.

Only when the three views are unified, and all new generations firmly believe that fallen angels are just one type of demons, can hell be peaceful instead of nuclear.

...Although it is impossible to gather little devils in one place like hell, the translation of the word education is brainwashing.

Barr obviously thought about it too, but demons have never had any integrity, and he doesn't mind brainwashing other demons at all, so he quickly negotiated his own territory with others to cooperate with Lemuel's brainwashing.On the other hand, Mamen looked at the other people's backs with a blank face and asked me, "Is it that simple?"

"What else do you want to do?"

"No... I said that I just became the lord?"

I squinted at him, "You mean? How many nicks did you take from me to win?"

Mamen sticks out her tongue and rubs against me, "Father~"

As soon as he called me that, I was forced to think of Haniya, and my heart suddenly stopped.Samuel pushed his head away from me, "So, what am I going to do, Your Highness?"

"Take care of him." I nodded to Mammon, "You are in charge of him, and I will take care of Beelzebub."

"...Your Majesty, if you really don't consider the reverse, I don't guarantee that I won't kill him. My original sin is 'rage'?"

"If he annoys you to that extent," I replied while rubbing his head, "you can kill him however you want, whatever you want."

Mammon made a weird bird-like cry because I pressed his chin.

"Since you said so, I can only—"

"No, no, you just want to kill me—"

"How come, if you restrain yourself," Samuel smiled gently, "I'm just a benevolent warden who is learning to love people—"

Mammon let out a miserable howl like killing a pig.

"Lord Samuel..."

"Really, I never use harsh punishments." Samael reassured Beelzebub, "People who have been used harsh punishments have no chance to speak out."

I ignored Samuel and Mammon, and took Beelzebub by myself.Beelzebub shrunk into a golden ball beside me, I straightened him up, "I'm scary?"

"...you were scary when you were still in heaven, no, I'm not saying..." Beelzebub gave up explaining with a sad face, "it's just that I'm afraid of you."

"Why are you afraid of me?"

"Because of you, it's as if you know what we will become... You give me the feeling that my life has been destined to end from the very beginning, so I am very scared..."

"There's a middle," I looked at him, "but it's by no means an end."

"...the original sin of hell, against heaven for life, the devil who was reviled into the dust, the fraudster who spread death and plague... I will not let this kind of thing be your end—unless you want to."