[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

……what happened?

My mind was blank, my body seemed to be sealed, and my soul was overlooking everything in the air.

The long silver-gray hair spread out in front of my eyes, and the figure seemed to disappear into the white; I vaguely remembered falling from the stage of my senior's graduation ceremony, and I couldn't think clearly about everything after that.

Xia Lu forced himself to open his eyes, he felt sharp pains from all parts of his body, and then everything became clear: he was lying on the hospital bed, beside him was not his mother, father or cousins, but a thin youth.When he woke up, the young man turned his head and looked at him. The long silver-gray hair was indeed silver-gray, and the black clothes wrapped the young man's body. It could be seen that the body had smooth lines; the light came in from the window, and the young man's body The hair was lifted, and the high bridge of the nose was reflected in his eyes.

Xia Lu took a deep breath.

Time seemed to flow dully in the room. The young man stood up, his beautiful muscles showing the explosive power and toughness he had trained; then he half-kneeled by the bed, his hair hanging down on the ground.

Xia Lu stared at him blankly.

His protruding collarbone and inconspicuous Adam's apple, pale skin and long silver-gray hair; as well as that tame and bowed posture, and tight black clothes.

He felt like he had seen this person somewhere, but when he thought about it, his mind was blank. "Who are you?" He asked in a hoarse voice, while standing up halfway up, "It's very serious to lose gray hair."

The other party looked up in shock, and a pair of almost silver eyes fell into his eyes.In the thin light, his eyes seemed to have only black pupils, and the irises were not very clear, and he only knew that there was a breathtaking light flowing.

Xia Lu sat on the bed and stared blankly into his eyes.There was silence, and the dark night enveloped the window, and the soft moonlight coated their bodies with silver blue. The black-haired boy and the silver-haired young man seemed to be integrated into one body by this dim world.The moonlight is magical, Xia Lu thought of this sentence for no reason, his own blurred figure was reflected in the light-colored eyes of the young man, he heard the breathing of two people flowing in the ward, the white walls reflected the light blue light , the whole world seemed to be filled with such brilliance.

It seems that there was such a scene a long time ago, black wings floated gently behind the person on the bed, the person's long black hair slightly covered the black eyes, the silver-haired angel knelt on the ground, whispering words that could no longer be remembered .

"...Who are you?" He asked again, his voice gradually raised, "Who are you?"

"S..." The other party's voice reminded him of the vibrato of the guitar's second string from thick to thin. The voice was clearly respectful and excited, "Satara."

Satora, Satara.

He could not remember where he had heard the name.In short, maybe it has been heard before, or the English pronunciation is somewhat similar: but in his intuition, this is not an English name.He moved his wrist joint a little, feeling the slight pain of the friction and rotation between the bones. "Sattara..." He repeated the other party's name. At first he wanted to ask the other party's identity, but there were too many questions in his mind, so he could only start with the question he was most concerned about, "What's wrong with me? "

"You fell off the stage. The lights exploded." Satara replied in short sentences, it seemed that he was not very used to Chinese.The lamp exploded.That being said, Xia Lu did have some impressions of the lamp above his head suddenly making strange noises, the screams of other people, and the severe pain.He really didn't want to recall the severe pain, he shook his head and looked at his wrist, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Ten hours." He answered every question he asked, his eyes fixed on him, and he calmly let the other party scrutinize him.After all, she wasn't a shy girl, especially since he was sizing her up. "I thought I'd get burned..." He raised his hand, revealing a smooth forearm from the slipped cuff of the blue and white hospital gown, "What did you do?"

"Healing magic..." The other party hesitated and paused, "Healing magic of light attribute."

Oddly, he didn't respond to this sentence.As if it should be, the word "magic" didn't make any waves in his mind.It took him a while to realize that what the other party said was incredible and should only appear in novels, and it took him at least 5 minutes to fully understand what this sentence meant to him.

"Light element?" What's even more strange is that he uttered the word before he fully understood it. His own voice seemed extremely strange, falling on the smooth tile floor like a disturbing misty phantom. Tara lowered his head in a hurry, he saw the other's soft hair, "Please punish!"

punish?Xia Lu stared at her wrist in bewilderment, unable to accept his words for a while. "Why?" His words were probably misinterpreted, and the other party's head was buried deeper: "The body of a mortal cannot bear the dark element..."

Satara seemed to think he was going to be angry, but he really didn't know what was there to be angry about.He shook his head, trying to shake off the vague intuition brought by the moonlight to maintain normal thinking, "What are you?"

"I am..." With a resolute and extremely soft voice without hesitation, a blue light suddenly lit up in the white phantom shadow on the floor, "Your slave."

The author has something to say: Reminder from the front row, Gong is Lucifer, not Xia Lu (or think they are one person, it’s just about character strength or something...