[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

In fact, Michael has always been a very miserable person.Not only in that he was inexplicably thrown into the position of Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven, but also in that he fell in love with Raphael, and Raphael was the kind of legend that even if he was the only living creature left in the world, he could chat with himself A happy and happy creature, he is not a lonely child who has never experienced friendship in the castle, but a true and ruthless Xeon who can easily put aside even if he has experienced family, friendship and love all over the world.

So Michael is doomed to be frustrated no matter in love or officialdom.

Since there is no casino in Paradise, and the shopping mall is firmly in Gabriel's hands, he can only be proud of it on the battlefield.This is why in the legends of later generations, Michael will always be a brave angel-they don't know the sadness behind his back.

And there will always be an angel on the battlefield, and that is Uriel.Thunder roared wherever the angel in charge of divine punishment passed, and the place where lightning swept was also where the flames burned.

However, their first cooperation with the Combat Committee was not ideal, thanks to Michael's over-compensated head that might not be as good as a toenail. He doesn't go wherever he goes, the two of them seem to be fighting each other, there is a stalemate on the battlefield, one side is a king-level demon who doesn't want to be the first bird, and the other is two angels who attack AOE damage from a range. In the middle of the embarrassment, Barr finally spat hard, "Come on, Samuel, come with me to get down that monster above! Mammon, you lead someone to watch Michael - Mammon?"

"I said," Mammon stared at Raphael, "Anyway, Jeremiah will definitely come over in a while, so it's better to concentrate on killing one."

"..." Barr, "Did you forget how windy it was last time? You shouldn't hit Michael if you hit him?"

"He is a healing angel. Killing him is equivalent to cutting off half of heaven's backup." Mammon raised his hand in the air, and the blade took shape with the surge of dark elements, "Michael went down and Yanar, how about Squeeze Raphael!"

Hell quickly formed a unified opinion, and the only angel who hadn't made a move so far became the target of the battle. Phoenix, the phoenix, distracted Uriel's attention, and the others rushed into the ring of fire with their own weapons. The enemy had hit him before, and he could only escape upwards for a while. This fell into the devil's arms, and a dozen binding spells fell on him. , signifying that they cannot be healed by magic—

So hell is death.

After blowing up Yanar with Daddy, they fried Michael with Raphael.

In the midst of howling ghosts and wolves, Michael grabbed Mammon's knife and shot him out. What kind of magic is playing? Melee combat is the romance of a mage.

So when Jeremir arrived, he saw a thunderstorm, Michael was holding a suspected lightning rod and chasing Mammon, Raphael was struggling to dodge the attacks of several other demons, a group of demons on the ground Because of the aftermath of their attack, the whole scene was extremely awkward.

At this time, the demon monarch was watching the cloud with the former commander-in-chief of the angelic army in Yanar's palace on the eighth floor of heaven.

I put my chin on my hand and put my hand on my belly where Yarnar had pierced.Why did you bring me here this way?Either you want to use it to trap demons, or...

Or, there is no place for Hania in this plan at all, it is completely Yanar's plan.

Neither of us spoke, and I felt the subtle energy fluctuations in my body. Yanar stunned Haniya and stuffed it in, and even without elemental perception, I could guess this from the energy density. 90.00% of the thing is Yanar's soul core-to translate, Yanar separated his heart and stuffed it on me.In this way, even if he himself is seriously injured, as long as I am alive, he will not die.

Translate from another angle, as long as I want, I can kill him at any time.

"I said, you guys." Hania finally said after watching the cloud with us for more than an hour, "Don't you even think about going back to the battlefield?"

"Our appearance on the battlefield is almost equivalent to announcing the way—Your Majesty's defeat is not good for the current situation in hell." Yanar's words are still so particular, saying that he is defeated, just say defeat, "If your majesty goes back, heaven will be destroyed." It's useless."

"Actually, Heaven is almost destroyed now," I said calmly. "Up to now, only Michael, Raphael, and Jeremiah are sticking to the teleportation formation, right? Baal and the others are not in a hurry—although they prefer to attack the enemy head-on , but I still prefer to watch the target disintegrate from the inside."

"...Did you intervene in the matter of Raziel?"

"You know who I intervene through, don't you?"

"Why should he die?"

"Because he really died in history." I replied sincerely, "Don't say it as if you didn't intervene. There is simply not enough evidence to frame him. It's not because you abused your power."

"It's obviously God who really abused his power." Hania interjected lazily, "Raphael wants him to die, you want him to die, God also wants him to die—it's really miserable, maybe Michael didn't want to murder him , even he himself wants to die by himself.”

After all, Raziel is the angel of the secret realm, and the secrets he knows are connected with the universe itself.Maybe he knew about his own death early on, maybe he knew better than we did who had a hand in it.

"Why don't you call me Dad anymore?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

"Mom." He called very smoothly.

Yanar held his mouth shut.He blinked hard, obviously trying to recover from the impact of the three views, then he looked at the ceiling and murmured like sleepwalking: "Yes, no problem."

"Yes," Haniya patted him on the shoulder, "no problem."

I stood up silently and walked to the door.

"What are you going to do, mother?"

"Go get Jeremir and Behemoth together, I think the two of you can get along well."

"Are you so worried that I won't get married?"

"Yanar!"

"Yes, huh?" Yanar bounced up with the quality of a soldier, and then looked at me blankly, and I said darkly at the door, "I have a task for you, don't let me go for the next three days. Get this guy out of bed!"

"Are you asking him to treat me as your day?" Haniya casually threw it over, and Yanar's face flushed immediately.I paused, couldn't hold back, and punched the door. Fortunately, the human body can't produce any destructive power, "Who did you learn your face from?!"

"Born to be shameless." Haniya said confidently, "As a child of a devil and a god, why should I be offended by such a mundane thing? I should be above the Three Realms—isn't it, Father?"

His father's name made me immediately lose my temper. Hania straightened up a little proudly, and her robe drew an elegant arc with his movements, "No need for common etiquette, life is the end of creation; no need for mediocrity What you say, what you do becomes the rule of the Three Realms——I play your role in this world, Your Highness Lucifer."

I glared at him.

"Can you call me a little bit more uniform?"

"Using a specific address in a specific language environment is also a kind of etiquette, mother."

I'm not angry with him, I can't be angry.So I turned around and left, preferring to visit the headquarters of the Angel Army.I was not very familiar with it at first, and now it seems that there are no major changes, except for the addition of a Medanzo.

Yanar pressed his temples and followed me, sighing helplessly.When the whole heaven was busy dealing with the war, the two of us were wandering around the headquarters of the Angel Army. Medanzo was placed in the hall, and his soul was shrunk into a sphere with blurred edges. Obviously no one thought that Lucifer would appear here at this time, So much so that there are no protective measures at all, it seems more like a sacrifice for something.The sound of our footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. In my impression, this has always been the case here. Except for the occasional patrol soldier, no one will walk on this road, or there is such an obvious place where Yanar existed. Quiet.

In fact, Yanar itself is very quiet.Except in front of me.

"I may be leaving this world for a while, Yarnar, but I promise I'll be back."

"I know," he whispered, because he was half a step behind me and I couldn't see his face. "Hell... no, when you come back, heaven will welcome you too."

"You know what I'm going to do."

"I would be very happy to see you standing before God as an equal."

"Don't wait for me, you can't wait."

"I didn't wait for you. I promised Jeremir that when an angel can replace me as the main force of magic attacks, I will do as he likes."

The ground reflects our reflection, black and white.

It was our footsteps that echoed around, or just mine, because he followed me with almost every step, and his steps were very light.

Like trying to blend his voice into mine.

I found that no matter what I said, I was hurting him.I shouldn't have appeared in front of him, but maybe that was also cruel to him.

"Your Highness."

"Ok?"

"Do you know why God doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary angels?"

"Because I watched too much? Like I also-"

"Because he is a god. No matter how high the creation stands, it must take a step at his feet; no matter how far the creation flies, it cannot fly out of the world he planned at will. He doesn't need to care about anything in this world, because even if the world dies For him, it’s just a little more effort to build one.”

I stopped, turned around, and Yanar bowed his head as my movement hit my chest; then he maintained that movement and spoke slowly.

"Please don't pay attention to my emotions. God does not need to respond to the emotions of creation. It doesn't matter if you hurt me or anyone else - you gave life and you gave death; you are the alpha (beginning) and omega (end) , what you like, you can push it to the top, and what you hate, you can throw it into the fire pool; please don't care about the so-called justice and indebtedness in this world, your words are the rule of law, as long as you want, lies can be respected, selfishness can become Virtue, a mouse in the gutter may be bowed down by all—you are the measure of all things."

"...It sounds really idealistic."*

Yanar looked up. He probably didn't know what idealism is, but as always, he didn't ask me—or it was too embarrassing to talk about such things in a place where God is confirmed. He took a step back and we It will return to the state of being one step away.

"There seems to be no one there now," he took the initiative to change the subject, "In fact, there should still be resident staff if you go up. Are you going there?"

"There's no need for that. If someone sees it, it will be very troublesome to deal with." I followed his words, "Go back and see Medanzo."

The angel sat on the stage with his head bowed, his eyes erratic.

Where is this...?

Can't remember, there is only a vague memory in the world, and it is a blur going forward. He feels that he has been here, but he really can't remember it.

All he knew was that the man who had brought him here needed his help, so he staggered off the stage and headed for the door, the light shining on his body, his skin glowing a healthy gold.

That warm thing is light.

He vaguely remembered that he had been looking for this kind of thing again and again in his life. He seemed to have wandered in a very cold place, looking up at the sky again and again, and staring at the sun for a long time until his vision blurred; of light.

He has been told since he was conscious that he belongs to the darkness, the world where gods do not watch, the shadows and fighting; but he always wants to get close to the legendary happy kingdom.

Now that he is standing here, he knows that all of this is his own choice. Even if he can't remember, he still knows that this is a gift he has worked hard to get.

The wings spread out behind him, the streamer was condensed, the six wings were brilliant, and the light eclipsed everything around him.His long flaxen hair was light golden, and the clear sky was reflected in his lake green eyes.

He is the devil.

But he believed in God.

His heart is toward heaven, even if every time he approaches, he will be repelled by those born angels.

"Is that divine light?"

He turned his head to look at the source of the sound.The silver-haired angel has one red eye. Beside the angel, there is a person who looks ordinary at first glance. He has short black hair, a white shirt, and black trousers.

But his whole body was cold, the light trembled around him, he could clearly feel all the elements gently enveloping that person, it felt like that person was the master of all elements.

"What's wrong?" I met his gaze and frowned uncomfortably, "Do I look weird? Isn't it rude to look at people like this?"

Medanzo's green eyes were full of astonishment.

Then he knelt down on one knee, and his newborn body was fully displayed in front of my eyes, "God."

The author has something to say:

*You are the measure of all things.It sounds really idealistic: "Man is the measure of all things, the measure of the existence of the existent, and the non-existence of the non-existent".Protegra's statement has elements of subjective idealism.