[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

One of the most famous things I, Mephisto, ever did was trick a man into giving me his soul when he didn't want to live anymore.

Yes, when he didn't want to live anymore.

You can tell from this that I'm not a normal guy.

After incomplete and non-scientific statistics on human games, dramas, animations and other works, as long as there are demons appearing on the stage, demons will basically not do good things, unless the main purpose is to explore "whether everyone says they are bad guys or not" or simply It's a harem fan; as long as Lucifer is on the stage, he will probably be responsible for being the big boss; as long as I am on the stage, I will probably be responsible for making troubles.

All I can say is that their description of my mysterious, secondary and nonsensical style of painting is quite correct.Lucifer always fights head-on, all kinds of terrible magic are cast to the limit of imagination, and I am always in charge of exerting mental pressure by evasiveness.

I, dreamer and illusionist Mephisto, do like to put pressure on people.Those demons lying on other people's shoulders to the horror music, whatever it was later said to be, could very well be me.

There is no way, I just like this, the surprised faces of others really make me feel extremely happy.

After all, in a place like hell, where the weak prey on the strong, I bear the title of the Lord of Hell, but I don’t have the fighting power to be worthy of this position. I always feel that someone is dissatisfied and wants to duel with me, so I usually don’t go back to hell. fear death.

There is no way, my combat power is not in a frontal duel.All illusionists and dreamers are assassins. On this point, I feel pity for Jeremir who is far away in heaven. Heaven pays attention to being upright, so that a dreamer has to fight head-on, and he can't exert his combat power at all. .

It's different for me. Most of the people I assassinate don't know how they died until their death.

The so-called dreams are illusory, carrying the deepest fantasies, the most beautiful visions, the desires that the owner of the dreams are most ashamed to speak out, and the most destructive scenes.

The dream master is a profession that constructs false dreams and makes people kill themselves.

That's why most dream masters are shameless and professional, because they know too much what it means to commit suicide due to shame, and they know too well how to use other people's guilt and guilt to make him kill himself.So they always have no shame in themselves, or at least they can't bear the shame no matter how much.

The dream master knows how fragile life really is: there is no need for blood to splatter all over the floor, but the scene fluctuates and shifts slightly, just fabricating an illusion. When the drama ends, all the puppets turn into foam, and the only actor falls On the stage, he opened his eyes wide open.

This is why there are very few dreamers in heaven.

Because the understanding of evil and pain it implies is too harsh and too similar to mind reading.

What?You ask me what would I do if I wanted to kill Lucifer?

No, no, no, I won't weave a dream about the death of a god.Not to mention that this kind of dream is too difficult to be logical and self-consistent, because he is Lucifer, so he will only challenge a higher peak and try to resurrect the gods.

I will give him a dream.

In that dream, when he was born unconscious, he resisted the god who created him and fell into weakness, and forced the other party to make an oath to love him forever.Then I would let him conclude that God's indifference was actually pushing him away, and that God would only be released from this oath if he died.

Still a bit illogical?That's ok, just add a little more detail.Dreamers are good at this.

So dream masters are almost all agnostic believers. Who created our world?Lucifer.Who made Lucifer?god.Who made God?

How do you know that everything I can touch now, even my thoughts, was not written by someone else?Someone just described my thoughts word by word like that: I think he exists.Of course he may not exist.Just like I arrange the characters in my dreams, from birth to death, every bit of language and every idea is given by him, and what is this story to him?A painstaking masterpiece, or an indifferent pastime?

In Minecraft, conclusions are almost never reached.

So we're going to be a little bit antisocial.Why, because I never know what this society means to him.

At least I think it's too much to define human beings, human society, or anything in human terms.A person is subjective, but a collection of countless subjects is still subjective. Objectivity is not just about a few people or a few groups of people. Or as long as there are "views", the concept of objectivity is ridiculous.

Dream masters are such a group of people who don't agree with any of the current theories, but are mixed among them, their worldview changes repeatedly, and they don't believe in anything firmly.

So I solemnly declare here: what Adam said is correct, although I think Adam is a piece of shit, but even if he is shit, it cannot change the correctness of his words.

I'm antisocial drama delusional.

Lucifer tried for a long time to correct me. I asked him sadly, "Are you really a firm materialist?"

Lucifer, who has always said that he was a human being and grew up under the red flag, took a look and said silently.

"Then are you really a staunch idealist?"

Lucifer: "..."

"Then can you prove that our world is not a novel?"

"..."

"Then what position do you have to stop me?"

Lucifer just threw me out of hell and told me to go on against Adam.Judging from his expression, if he continues to say this, he will conflict with himself.

Yes, you can find two things from my above words: Lucifer’s world view after knowing God is completely different from before; Lucifer and God are inseparable.

In order for a person to change his world view, I think Lucifer's contribution is really terrible.

At least I can't do it, or my world view has been developing, so it doesn't matter if it changes.

Ah, what a pair of loving dogs they are.

Mephisto said so.

As a strange creature who has no sense of existence but can become the king of hell, since Lucifer came back with God in his arms, I have no motivation.What kind of energy do you need? The human design has collapsed. God doesn’t hate the dark Lucifer or God. My dream master’s keen eyes are always blinded. Sometimes I even want to pull Cain over to show my love. , hot eyes hot eyes, too hot eyes.

The problem is that Cain is cowardly. In this hell, Lucifer can show affection, and anyone else who dares to show is courting death.Lucifer is a typical example. No one is allowed to be happier than me. If you are happier than me, I will kill you.

Why?Because God deserves the best.

This distorted theory makes me bow down, co-author you don't want to surpass others, you want to kill others to ensure that you are the first.Lucifer gave me a noble and cold look: "Become the number one in the Three Realms in every aspect? Too tired, don't do it."

Hmm... What can I say, as expected of Lucifer, let me show you kneeling on both legs and kowtowing violently.

Then Lucifer threw me a bloody face again, "Get up, the kowtow at my house is for the dead."

So I stood up dejectedly, turned and fled from the hell palace Pandimaninan.

It's a good thing to have such a demon king, really.

At least you won't feel too tired.

At least he won't let you do it when he wants to kill a loving idiot.

At least he was sitting there. Although I was in charge of the affairs of the whole hell on the surface, he was always the one who made the real decisions, and I didn't need to take any responsibility.

So my little life was beautiful, and it would be even more beautiful if it wasn't for being blinded by God occasionally.

After Adam returned to heaven, Cain was stalking me again, imitating Lucifer rubbing Samuel’s dog’s head while sitting on the black throne, looking at the empty hall, “My friend, can you accompany me?” Playing a play next time?"

Cain is probably used to me not talking in a normal way on purpose, probably the setting of the second devil has touched his cuteness to some extent, "Do you have any orders, young master?"

"Go, wipe the floor for me."

Cain blankly began to wipe the floor of the hall, which was huge enough for a banquet. I sat on the throne and watched him wipe left and right, and finally said, "You really have to do everything yourself when you are still a human being."

"..." Cain, "do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

"so good."

Cain obviously didn't know what I was sighing, and stood blankly in the middle of the hall, looking like a silly son of a landlord's family.

"It's nothing, I suddenly feel that it's good to be as stupid as you."

"...Who are you comparing me to?!"

"Who knows, maybe someone who could be the king of hell but wants to fall in love."

"You really think Lucifer is bad" is clearly written on his face, and I can't explain it to him. In my eyes, those who quarrel for so long because of love are mortals. Gods like me in the spiritual sense are It's very simple, I like those who are better than me, and I don't watch those who are worse than me.

Yes, that's how I pull.

But Lucifer can't do it.He has Cain's skin and face, but he doesn't have Cain's blood tank. Every time God is entangled by him helplessly, he shuts him out of the temple door, and then he sits on the steps and looks at the stars, which is a desolation.I just sat on the side and watched it with him, but what I was watching was the trajectory of celestial bodies, and what he was watching was gods outside the universe.

After watching it for three hours, I asked him, "Have you calmed down?"

"Almost, he won't be angry with me for more than three hours."

"It's really fearless."

"I just have no fear of you biting me."

"I won't bite you, you should think about whether God's patience is unlimited."

Then I successfully saw Lucifer change his face. Lucifer is good at everything. I am satisfied with everything from his appearance to his personality. On, except about God.

I watched him bounce off the steps and rush into the palace to look for God, and I felt bleak in my heart.

A quarrel leads to a little farewell, and a little farewell is better than a newlywed.

Lucifer obviously didn't realize that, if he really wanted God to be inseparable from him, then he would hang out for three or two days, and God would definitely remember not to shut him out of the temple.

It's a pity that Lucifer didn't notice it, and this skill is not very suitable for multiple uses, and it's easy to get really long if you use it too much.

I sighed and lay down on the steps, and soon Cain's head appeared in my field of vision, "Why are you lying here?"

"Sure enough, it's better if you're so stupid." According to Lucifer, any quarrel between husband and wife would cause chaos in the Three Realms.

Cain clearly still wasn't following my train of thought.

"Come, lie down with me."

So it became two people looking at the stars again.

The stars at the bottom of hell always seem far and few.That's as many as I can count. The brightest one is next to the moon, almost blending with the moonlight. I still don't know the name of that star, but I think that star is also Lucifer's.

...Why do I always have to talk about Lucifer?

It’s not that I’m so bored that I have nothing else to say, even if Xingyue Tonghui is extremely eye-catching, I can still talk about the things around me, such as Asmodeus and Beria having sex, such as Judas still want to see Look at Adam, like Lilith pestering Samael—it’s a pity that I always only see the strong, the strongest part, and the realm that I can’t reach in my life.

I'm the kind of person who goes too far.

Cain was lying next to me, and I couldn't see him.

At this time Lucifer came out, and the three of them lay in a row looking at the stars.

"God cast you out?"

"he has slept."

"So gods need sleep too?"

"... For this matter, I will blame you."

"Your Highness."

"……Um?"

"When I was still in heaven, I felt that you were resourceful enough, but not cunning enough. You are not used to hurting others. For this world, you are too kind."

"I have hurt a lot of people."

"It's kindness that hurts."

Lucifer turned to look at me, his black eyes gleaming like jewels in the middle of the night.Only the outline of his face can be distinguished, but this does not affect his beauty.That kind of beauty can penetrate everything and make you feel shocked. It is a kind of miracle in itself.

I poked my head out in this posture, and he pressed my face, "Hello."

"Sure enough, isn't it Yanar?"

"...Yanar can't do it either."

"It's just a forehead kiss."

"roll."

Okay, okay, keep your virginity, I'll get out.I quickly stood up from the steps, dropped Cain and ran, and Cain shouted behind me.

I, Mephisto, really fit into the human world.