[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

The wing-dropping ceremony of Lemuel and Samael was interrupted by me in the same way. Samael even started to gesticulate a dagger on his own wings. The first thing I did when I entered the door was to pull his wrist and throw the dagger aside.These guys were more worried than the other, Lemiel was okay, he accepted it as if he had foreseen it, Samuel simply knelt in front of me and couldn’t get up, insisting that he should pay the price for his actions until I said to him "you are disobedient now" and pulled him up.

After that, I simply packed them back to the eighth day, who knows what other moths will be messed with by this group of things.The palace on the eighth day was designed by me a long time ago, and none of the fallen heavens was missing. My own palace was forcibly placed in the middle by the Lord.When the two fallen angels and three wings met at the entrance of the palace, it was like sparks and lightning. Samuel seemed to want to recast them, but Lemuel was very calm. He looked up at the palace and said, "It suits you very well."

I found out that of the three I like the character of Lemuel the most.

The two fallen angels flinched, and Bill kept Saiyan behind him, even though he was shaking himself.The light danced around him, and I gave him a protective cover of the dark element directly after one glance, I was so stupid to forget this.

Samuel took a deep breath. "I want to say what I want to say, isn't it tiring?" I said as I led them inside, there was no one in the palace, but there was everything that should be there, "Choose a room for yourself, don't always think so Many, especially the three of you—the future Seraphs."

"Oh, this...we didn't think about it." Lemiel babbled, and followed me familiarly. We were only a hand away from hooking up, "Your Highness, you are so beautiful."

"Don't use that word." I rolled my eyes at him, and he returned a rather wretched smile, "You can fascinate the angels in the whole heaven."

"The second rule of heaven." I think it makes sense for Jehovah to write this into the constitution. Isn't the church just abstinence//desire.Remiel shrugged exaggeratedly: "For your sake, they probably won't mind death."

I was so kind to him.

"Remir." Samuel reprimanded in a low voice, "Your Highness, he didn't mean to offend you."

"I know, I accept his—compliment." I feel the last two words come out of my teeth, "although I really hope he will change it to a different word next time."

"Pure and cute?" Lemuel asked.

I squinted at him, and he smiled innocently, "Pure, kind, gentle, generous, holy and loving... Which one do you want?"

"Keep it to yourself." I want you to shut up.

Lemuel laughed so hard that his back couldn't stand straight.Their shoulders shook, and then he stopped suddenly, knelt down on one knee, and kissed the corner of my robe.

This action made me a little confused.

"You have a kindness that conquers me," he said, and he rose; he was taller than I was, with blond hair falling about his face and cut off at the nape of his neck, and his blue eyes were as calm as the sea.He just stared at me deeply like that, and pressed his right hand on his heart, "Please accept my loyalty."

"Your allegiance belongs to God." I said subconsciously.

He bowed forward and lowered his hands, his eyelashes drooping softly.Angels are very delicate, and he is like some kind of image at that station, which should only appear in poetry, "Remember your teachings."

The four angels behind did not say a word, and no one would interrupt us at this time.But they also didn't make a statement, which made me a little more relaxed. The human part was still shocked and bewildered, while the angelic part seemed extraordinarily calm, "Choose a room for yourself. Don't be too restrained, I'm very Looking forward to the day when you become Seraphim."

If you are not blazing angels and you think that I have read so many online novels for nothing, I will add in my heart.

"Thank you for your blessing." Remiel replied. He seemed to be suddenly bookish now. He had been silent before coauthoring because he was observing me. "Please allow me to leave."

Sariel and Samuel were simply dragged away by him.The two fallen angels lowered their heads uneasily, so I simply pulled them to my side, "God refuses to purify you."

Bill chuckled. "It was right," he said. "We deserved to be imprisoned."

"No one wants to imprison you, but now you are walking among a group of angels... a little..." I spread my hands, "You stay here first, I will try to help you." Although I am not sure that I can put them on I replaced the dark elements with light elements, but I can still protect them, "If you like to live together, you can live together...it's okay."

Bill's wings fluttered.The wings of angels seem to be far more faithful than their faces, "Under the throne..." He took a breath, "Never..."

"I say yes." Probably the best way to deal with these angels is to order them, so I simply pushed the two of them, "Find your own happiness, Sao Nian!" It's time for Jehovah to change the regulations. Let's marry.

One of the greatest benefits of Heaven is that you don't need to fly slowly when you think about it. The teleportation array is a very convenient thing to save energy.It was only noon when I returned to the temple. The Lord himself was sitting by the holy pool and playing with the water. His fingers slowly slid across the surface of the water, and the water bulged upwards and then fell. He watched the water surface covered by this large lump. The waves stirred up and calmed down for a long time, and then reached out to the water again.I watched this cycle at the entrance of the temple, and I saw Yahweh standing up. He didn’t wear shoes, he stepped on the edge of the pool, and his white hair scattered around his side. He was the real so-called divinity.

He turned his face towards me, those pure purple eyes were crystal clear, and the pupils without the slightest impurity could hardly be described in any words I could think of.

"Aren't you bored?" I asked him.He tilted his head, "Aren't you bored?"

I couldn't answer because it dawned on me that I'd left him in such boredom for 5000 years.

The human part tells me it's a long time before a civilization emerges; the angelic part tells me it's just the blink of an eye.

"Jehovah." I heard my own voice, like water ripples in the temple.

"I'll show you something!" He suddenly laughed, and at that moment the divinity in him turned into childishness, and the speed of the transformation made me a little confused.He raised his hand, and in his hand was a bunch of beautiful buttons, "Hold it, he can use it as a teleportation array!"

I can kind of see his resentment about the 5000 years and my excuse of being too far and too slow.

"Look here," the Lord jumped in front of me, and held up the buttons in front of me like offering treasures so that I could see that those silver buttons were more like some kind of decoration. "It can be copied," he said, pressing one of the buttons on the edge Something, "Look—just press this one, it's slightly raised," the button jumped in his hand, and it had split into two when it fell back into his palm, "This way you won't be afraid of losing it!" He looked up. With a straight face, like a child who has done something that he thinks is earth-shattering and waiting for praise, "How is it?"

"Unbelievable," I said, though I meant I couldn't imagine him sitting here working on the button array, "that's great...I mean I love it."

Jehovah’s little face immediately lit up, giving me a weird sense of accomplishment like fooling a child.He stuffed the button in my hand, and lay all over me, "Lucifer," he called softly, "Lucifer..."

His name was like shouting for the soul, which made me feel cold all over, "What are you doing?" I pushed him away, "Don't call me that, I'm not dead."

"I miss you." Yahweh said with a puffy face, his soft and cute appearance piercing his heart.

"That's not what I'm doing, stop messing around." Probably not many men can tolerate their girlfriends acting like a baby over and over again, but it doesn't mean they can't tolerate a child, especially a child who grows up to be like Jehovah.I reached out and hugged Jehovah and sat down by the pool where he was sitting just now, "What do you want for lunch?"

"They can only make bread." Yahweh replied sullenly, "I have eaten bread for 5000 years."

This is the sentence that Jehovah has said from yesterday to now that makes me feel guilty the most.

Jehovah buried his face on my shoulder and rubbed it back and forth, "Are there nothing new for them besides bread, honey, and goat's milk?" He grumbled, "What else should angels know?"

I don't know either, I said inwardly. "Let's shabu-shabu!" But the guys in hell ate in a new way. I, who opened a restaurant at home, was shown off by them, and I took out the hot pot and skewered mutton to barely mix it with what I talked about with them. Status, "Come on, let's get some... Is there a farmers market in heaven?"

"What is a farmers' market?" Jehovah kept the habit of asking questions in English, insisting on putting "what" first, "It is... selling things, chickens, ducks, geese, vegetables and fruits."

Yahweh shook his head.Well, I should have expected it, since it only makes bread.

So we temporarily went around the world, temporarily ripening and harvesting Chinese cabbage, and temporarily acting as butchers. My skills in butchering chickens, ducks and geese were trained with demons, although I still feel terrified when I watch them kick their legs around (scared , the kind where the chills stand on end).

Afterwards, we built pots in the temple, boiled the water in the great holy pool, added various ingredients that were ripened together with Chinese cabbage, and added salt refined by Jehovah’s friendship.The smell of hot pot permeated the ninth day, and it was as fragrant and spicy as instant noodles. Thinking of this, I suddenly wanted to eat instant noodles, but it was obvious that this was impossible.

Yahweh was eating in front of me, his mouth and eyes were bright, and his whole body exuded the holy light of God, "Why are they afraid of you?" I squeezed Yahweh's face through the hot pot, and Yahweh was holding a piece of mutton in his mouth. Answered me vaguely: "They can't see me, they can only see the light."

Okay, I understand, don't pry into the face of your god.

"That's scary." I imagined a ball of light turning around in the street, and Yahweh curled his lips. "I usually don't go down. I put the light away when I eat-" He stood up and spread his arms, The light disappeared from his body, and his whole person was like a ruler that could change the pattern by changing the angle he played when he was a child. He changed from a god emitting light to a silver-haired angel with wings. His hair was short and slightly frizzy. Grey, blue eyes, still bright, looks like a qualified little angel.

"But the bread is really terrible!" he concluded, "so I usually sleep in the temple. How about you?"

I summed up my life in the devil world for so long, and the conclusion is that I don’t seem to do much except study eating and drinking/whoring/gambling.Yes, at most I learned some dark elements, and reached the achievement of deep friendship with the dark element lord Bo Yi and a group of demons.

Yahweh gave me a sad look, turned back into a long-haired god, stretched out his hand and lay down on me, "Tomorrow I will tell the whole heaven that you are back." He directly rubbed the oil on my clothes, "I will let them know that this heaven is the best place to be." You are the one who cannot be messed with, the whole heaven is yours, and messing with you is courting death!"

I rubbed his head, and simply wiped the oil off his mouth with my clothes, "Heaven is yours."

"The Three Realms are all yours!" The kid got even more furious, "It's all yours!"

"Your!" The conversation seemed meaningless, so I pushed him aside and began to clean up the pot, and Jehovah walked around me and hugged my waist, "Your!"

I gave up arguing with him and poured the soup in the pot into the Great Sacred Pool. The water surface of the Great Sacred Pool with self-purification function swirled around, and I always felt that it was protesting to me.Jehovah threw me a blank stare, with the same attitude of refusing to argue with me. "Okay, okay, mine—then can you listen to me first and change the second article of your system?"

"...Keep chaste?" Jehovah tilted his head and asked innocently, "Isn't that what you said?"

"Maybe, anyway, I regret it now." I babbled, "I can't let people get married, right? What you want and what I want is not /violation///law//criminal|||crime."

"Now they are really breaking the ||| law." Yahweh whispered, "Okay...but it's very troublesome to get the marriage system? I remember you said that you can get married and then get divorced, and get married again after divorce. What does this have to do with just messing around the difference?"

I have to say that he managed to make me imagine a paradise where demons danced wildly.

"So, that's all right—" He jumped up and down the edge of the Great Sacred Pool, "Anyway, anyone who violates this rule will become a fallen angel, and hell doesn't forbid them to do so!"

I recalled the auspicious atmosphere of eating||drinking||whoring||gambling|| in hell during these 5000 years, and I suddenly felt that what Jehovah said really made sense.

"That's good! Although they will be a little uncomfortable at first... But it would be nice to have a few more fallen heavens. They can gather together to build towns in hell. Anyway, hell has all kinds of things." Yahweh finally He seemed to be mocking his own creations. To be honest, some demons, such as Baal, looked pretty good, if they weren't compared with Yahweh's face that could pinch water.

"That's right..." I fell into deep thought.It should be enough to say hello to Barr and the others. It should not be a big problem for the fallen angels to live well on the first and second floors. "No, that's right!"

Yahweh proudly stopped his small chest, "I am God."

I looked at this god who was not taller than me, picked him up, carried him to the dormitory, threw him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt, "Then you go to bed first, I'll go——I won't go to hell!" I changed my words abruptly with the small eyes, "I'm going to take a shower, and I'll come back to sleep with you later!"

The LORD was satisfied, "I will wash too."

"What do you wash with Luminous Dumplings?" I replied without thinking, whoever designed a bathroom at that time, no matter how old I was, I didn't plan to wash with him. There is no other reason. I really don't have the talent for singing. According to my college roommate, it's a magic sound that fills my ears, making people want to chop me up and feed them to dogs.

Yahweh blinked and just stared at me until I raised my hand in surrender.

"Okay, okay, you wash first." I said.

"...wash together next time!" Yahweh protested, "We haven't bathed together yet!"

"Okay, okay." I don't know when the next time will be.

So Yahweh happily washed his incense and fell asleep with his arms around me—not counting his kicking me back and forth in the middle of the night, this day is still perfect.