[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

The weak.

Lucifer almost never associated the word with himself.Maybe God is right in at least some respects: cut off love||desire, stay true to original intention.

But the world is so big, how can there be an upper limit to the so-called power.

God is also weak compared to certain things.

Lucifer didn’t know how to step into his bedroom for the first time after the completion of the Temple of Demons. The conflict between him and Satara is very typical. One is born in a high position, and the other is struggling to reach the peak. Satara is the protagonist. The evolution of this story should be a youthful and inspirational drama, but Satara is obviously not the protagonist. Even after suffering so much blood and tears in hell, the ending is still obvious. Lucifer is the devil. Satara doesn't even count original sin.

From all logics, it seems that Satara hated him justifiably.

But Lucifer is not worried at all that when he opens the door, he will see Satara staring at him, intending to kill him and kill him. Satara is not the kind of devil who just plays hard when he has nothing to do. Do everything you can to chop off people who are stronger than yourself and suck away the strength of the other party.Given that Satara did not attack his power at all, there is only one conclusion that Lucifer can draw, that Satara's act of killing him was simply impulsive.

The momentary impulse accumulated from hatred and suffering, subconsciously strike when seeing the opponent's defenseless appearance, without even thinking about the purpose or result, just thinking about "killing" for a long time, and then really killing.

Satara...

Lucifer closed his eyes, and finally pushed open his bedroom door.As he thought, Satara was kneeling in front of the door with his head bowed, his long hair fell on the ground, and the galaxy scattered all over the place in a trance.

Lucifer wanted the galaxy to sway in his own dark night.

"Master Lucifer." Satara's voice was as calm as if he was kneeling in front of Xia Lu. He had never called Xia Lu by name. Lucifer vaguely thought that what he saw was always Lucifer. As for the existence of Xia Lu In itself, it is just a form of expression of Lucifer.

The most desperate thought in love is to hope that he loves himself unconditionally, but he doesn't want him to love himself unconditionally; liking something exact.

Lucifer walked past Satara, stepped on his hair, and pulled his head to one side.He sat on the bed, lowered his eyes indifferently, his black pupils were dark, as if he was looking at something that could be picked and picked.Sattara kneeled to his side, which was a distance that Lucifer could reach out and grab his throat. This angle made Lucifer only see his eyelashes, as for the pair of light-colored eyes, they were completely hidden. in the shadows.

Upsetting.

"Sattara." Lucifer slowly read the name he bestowed on the other party, "Look up."

Almost silver eyes.

Silent black pupils.

Lucifer found himself trying to avoid his sight.That kind of silent staring can be equated to a protest—the demon silent in the dark knelt down to worship his king, with a submissive posture, just asking the other party with his eyes again and again, why?

Why are you born to be the darling of God, why do you change my life casually, and still sit on the throne in my heart so proudly?

He doesn't hate, doesn't resent, or even disobey.

Just unwilling.

"...Is there anything you want to say?" Lucifer didn't expect the other party to answer anything really useful, "About everything you did before?"

"Mephisto is untrustworthy." Satara spoke, uttering these words lightly.

"An unreliable person has an unreliable usage." Lucifer followed his words, trying to break the silence between them, "He won't do anything to me easily."

"...I love you." Satara threw the difficult problem to Lucifer. At this moment, it is not whoever speaks first loses, but whoever speaks first wins.

He knew that Lucifer gave him the chance to say this first, and maybe at least for Lucifer, it would be more reassuring to hear him say this first.Lucifer reached out to him, but instead of pulling him up, he pressed his head on the bed with the sheet covering his mouth and nose, but suffocation was not fatal to the angel.He stared at him, and Satara could clearly feel the other person's gaze, examining, unemotional, and hesitant at the same time.

He is worried.

Of course he was worried.For Lucifer, this kind of emotion is probably a rather novel experience. Before he experienced its beauty, he had already been really tricked by this kind of emotion, and he was even so tricked that he went to the world directly. lap.But at the same time, everyone, including those fallen angels who followed Lucifer, said that this emotion is wonderful and indispensable, and life without this emotion in their mouths is very sad-so Lucifer rarely hesitated.

"...Lord Lucifer." He heard his own voice, he seemed stagnant because he was stuffed under the quilt, "You don't need to hesitate at all. If you want to try it, try it. If you don't want to try it, you can ignore it."

He knew that Lucifer didn't need his advice, not to mention his advice was no different from saying nothing.It's just that today's Lucifer gave him a little hope that he was almost forgotten. He felt that the other party would not get angry, and even that the other party would seriously consider it.Lucifer's hand slowly slid down from his head, and he heard the other party's sentence-like answer: "It's not a question of whether I want to try or not. Maybe I love you, Satara."

How honest.

Even the other party on this kind of topic can speak calmly and honestly, without any intention of being restrained by anything.

Lucifer.

He silently recited the name in his heart, repeating it again and again. After an unknown amount of time, the other party slowly removed the hand that was pressing on his head, and he heard the other party's very soft voice: "I'm waiting for you to express your opinion."

Satara still buried her face in the sheets.He couldn't express his opinion, only knowing that his face was full of tears and blurred.

Lucifer.

Lord Lucifer.

All the extravagant wishes are allowed by him to become within reach.

With a low sigh, Lucifer lifted him from the bed into his arms, lifted his face, from the brow bone to the upper lip, his fingers slid across his face, and his fingertips were wet with his tears.Immediately Lucifer pushed him away, stood up and left the room.

Mephisto was waiting outside the room.

"Do you want to be a servant?" Lucifer opened the door after closing the door, and the angel with dark purple hair bowed his head to him, "There are uses for untrustworthy people."

Lucifer glanced at him lightly.

"...Since you said the same thing, then Mephisto will say it straight. Have you been to heaven before?"

Lucifer walked past him, his long black hair briefly floated before his eyes, and then fell silently.Of course Mephisto knew that he was not qualified to take care of this, and standing outside the door to eavesdrop on Lucifer's words was naturally a provocation to Lucifer—but Lucifer knew that he was standing outside the door, since in that case Lucifer What can he do if he speaks like this.

The so-called devil king is to exalt the things he likes, and dismiss the things he doesn't like, no matter how good they are, because he is the biggest violent element in a place that advocates violence.

Mephisto followed behind him with a smile, his eyelashes drooping, his cuffs covering his fingers.But Lucifer looked back at his shoulder if he felt something, the tight lines were covered by his clothes, so they were not clear.

Lucifer stopped, watched this turning around for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Do you know what human novels and comics say about me? Either I'm bloodthirsty, or... I can't even turn around. disdainful."

"No one deserves to make you turn around and wait." Mephisto laughed, "Naturally, no one deserves to speculate on your thoughts."

"It's just that that kind of behavior is boring. In human terms, it's just a middle school. Looking back..." Lucifer moved close to him, his black hair shaking in front of his eyes, and he clearly felt the other person's voice in his ear. Breathing aside, "...I have a lot of time, and I don't care about waiting for anyone."

Mephisto's whole body was stiff, Lucifer's body was pressed against him, the blackness filled his vision, and the temperature filled his sense of touch.Lucifer hugged his waist, and slowly whispered in his ear: "It's just that you have so long to wait for me?"

Mephisto gasped.He was trembling, his head was raised in Lucifer's arms, the tip of his nose was filled with an inexplicable smell of the other party's body, which was mixed with water-like clearness and opposite magic energy. Tears slipped from his eyes, and Lucifer's hand moved to his Gently stroking the back of the head, "Is there any important content in the memory of this time?"

"There was indeed a rebellion in hell," Mephisto's voice was still steady, "but your glory deters everyone."

"Is it a fallen angel?"

"Your soldiers will serve you faithfully, that is, eternal life will be yours."

"Go." Lucifer let go of him, the temperature suddenly dissipated, and the surrounding air seemed icy cold, Mephisto watched him go back to the door, and the door closed again.

What does that mean.

That is to say, I'm in love with Satara, don't wait for me, and seal up your memories and emotions, Mephisto.