[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

Lucifer's birthday - this day actually only happens once every 1 years. After such a long time, only Raziel and Lemiel can still remember the calendar.Now Raziel is in heaven and Lemuel is in hell, but both sides can remember it.

But it is too much to invite angels to the devil's birthday party.There's no shortage of parties in Hell, there's a party for anything, from a plucking party where some duke's kid plucked one of his beards to someone who miscast a fireball spell as a fire tornado In my own club, the demons are eating, drinking and having fun besides intrigue, and Lucifer's presence will not restrain them.

Therefore, it is impossible to allow angels to interfere in Lucifer's birthday, which is destined to be a carnival day where demons dance wildly.If it is allowed, the one who suffers is actually hell. For the safety of these angels who have a good relationship with him, Lucifer will stop most of their actions. In the eyes of angels, they are all extreme.

So things got complicated for Michael.Most of the older generation of angels also knew that going to hell with the risk of breaking their three views would not gain any benefit, and they would make Lucifer worry about the devil, so no one wanted to go, and they prepared congratulatory gifts under the pressure of God the Father, but No one wanted to give it to Lucifer himself.

So the burden fell on Michael.

Michael hesitated for a few seconds between taking the gift and pretending to send it to Lucifer and actually going to see Lucifer. He sold his teammate without hesitation, and first revealed to Uriel the fake "I am looking forward to this banquet because it is very special" The news, and secondly suggested to him that this is not something that needs to be banned, so he soon saw the relevant report on the Tianjie Daily, and then all the problems were solved.

Except that he himself didn't know what was so special about this banquet, so Father God reminded him to prepare a gift.

The first thing Lucifer, the host of the banquet, did when he came back to the Hall of Demons was to hang a sign "Don't peek at everything" at the door, the second thing was to inform Beelzebub, and the third thing was to knock him out. Satara.

"This time... I'm sorry I can't understand your... intention." Beelzebub stared at the sign and babbled, "Who is this for?"

"Who else could it be, Lord." Lucifer's words made Beelzebub's body anxious, and he leaned on Mammon's shoulder and pretended to be dead. "You can see it here?"

"I can still see his temple here." Lucifer waved his hand indifferently, "Don't get together, it's your working time, Beelzebub."

The partnership of Beelzebub and Mammon has an advantage, which is not reflected in the battle, but in the back door.Mamen is basically equivalent to the treasury of the demons. Beelzebub is the Minister of Finance. No matter what you use, you don’t need to go through any procedures from anyone else. The door signed and gave feedback to Lucifer without looking at it, and Lucifer threw it to Lemiel for filing without looking at it, and everything was over.

Therefore, the arrangement of the banquet is as fast as magic. Mammon is only responsible for taking the money, Beelzebub is only responsible for the settlement, and the people find it directly from the palace. When Satara wakes up, the whole world has undergone magical changes. Sitting up, looking at the clothes prepared beside him, he didn't know what tricks Lucifer was doing again.

The guy who played tricks was sitting next to him, pecked his lips, and said with a smile: "Do you want to wear clothes?"

"..." Satara, "or?"

Lucifer replaced the peck with a bite.He parted Satara's lips and touched them inward. Satara suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his collar and pressed him on the bed. The Demon King didn't resist, and looked into Satara's eyes provocatively. Instead, he explored the other's lips and tongue, the soft touch made his heart beat, he let go of Lucifer, and licked his lower lip.

"Don't you want to continue?" Lucifer asked with a smile, as if Satara would let you pick it up as long as he opened his mouth.But Satara knew that the opponent could forcibly fight back when everything went to the last step, and he didn't want to do it today.

"what have you done?"

"Actually, it's nothing." Lucifer was still lying down, opened his hand to Satara, without turning on the light, his black eyes were sunk in the darkness, and his voice was as ethereal as the night, "Marry me? "

Satara stared at him for a moment.

"...If you don't want to, don't say such things." He slid out of the quilt, and Lucifer naturally looked at his slightly pale skin, and his long silver-gray hair blocked Satara's face. Can only guess the expression on that face, "What do you want to do? Announce to hell that I am your queen on your birthday?"

"Isn't it very touching?" Lucifer asked half-truthfully, "If I announce that, you won't be able to escape."

Satara propped herself up and knelt on the bed on one knee.It was an act of bowing down to God.He looked at Lucifer, with suppressed obsessive light in his eyes, "I am your slave, and I will not run away from the time you gave me this name...I love you more than my own life... Because my life is really nothing worth cherishing."

"Am I worth cherishing?"

Satara was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed softly.He lay down next to Lucifer, pillowed on his open arms, in a position where Lucifer could have strangled his throat with one bend of his arms, "Your life is nothing precious. It is still held by God at the top of heaven There was nothing precious when it was in the palm of your hand, and it is even more precious now.”

Lucifer didn't respond, he waited for Satara, and waited until the other party seemed to fall asleep before a vague voice came, "It's just that it is very precious to me."

"What do you like about me?" It seemed that Satara asked this sentence suddenly and impulsively, but Satara knew the deliberation behind it, "What do you want me to answer? Answering 'I just like you' seems to be Unrealistic, like the relationship can shift at any time; answering 'a certain quality' will make it appear that I don't like you, as long as there is someone with this quality more than you, I will leave... and answering that you did Who knows if it is my personal misinterpretation? As long as the misunderstanding is resolved or arises, it will change?"

Would Lucifer struggle with such a problem?If he struggled with the same problems as adolescent girls, he would not be a demon king who lived longer than [-] adolescent girls stacked up.What love is not love, the result is not the same.

So the lord of hell replied to his slaves, "If you answer that you like me, I will make you invisible to others; if you answer that you like a certain quality, I will be the best at it; Just keep doing it - I like you, I want a response, any questions?"

Satara was speechless for a moment.

"I want you to always love me." Lucifer looked directly at him and repeated, "Is there a problem?"

"...I didn't expect you to say such a thing."

"Questions?"

"When you say love, it's like the devil preaching light and sinners preaching justice."

"Questions?"

"I can't promise, I don't know what will happen in the future. I love you now, I love you very much, all your speculations about me are just your own rationalized judgment of others-emotions are not so rational No way. When you're bored I'll—"

He suddenly couldn't continue.

He loves Lucifer, but why does he love Lucifer?

He thought it was destiny.The fate that has been there since the opening of the eyes, the emotion that must come, because it is "love", not "like".

There is no choice, on the contrary, that is to be chosen.

When he first opened his eyes, he saw the darkness of the whole world, and the only light in the darkness.

The light came from the opponent's wings, and the black-haired angel held his face and asked him with a smile, "What's your name? Do you need my help?"

He was close to the other's light, and that light illuminated his eyes and illuminated his soul.

It doesn't matter how dark hell is—for a long time afterwards, he spent his time thinking about that ray of light.He was transferred among those demons as a rare illuminant in hell, when there was no sun in hell, only the moon reflected illusory light.

He has a light spell, which was left by the little angel who gave him his name. He remembered that the other party said that he could use it to find him.

When he was dying, he didn't use the light spell, he shrank a little bit and tried to become stronger, and became an existence that could stand in front of him, and then his new owner asked him, "Why are you a light attribute? Isn't it only... that one who can bring light? Oh yes, there is also Lucifer..."

His heart skipped a beat, "Lucifer?"

Only then did he know the identity of the angel.

"Untouchable".

No matter how long you work like this, you will never be able to touch the morning star that God holds in your palm.

He said to the owner that day, "I can lure him, do you believe it? He will come alone... You can try to kill him, eat his feathers, and take his power..."

Of course the other party didn't believe it, but the spell of light had already been issued, and Lucifer approached hell.The demons rallied and were chopped apart by the light; light and dark blurred, and he waited behind the demons in the form of swimming light and fire.

——"I lied to you, you really came. It's really unlucky not to die."

He saw the anger and disbelief in the angel's eyes, but the angel didn't cut the invincible lightsaber into his heart.

He devoured all the demons that were killed or seriously injured by Lucifer that day.Two hundred and one.He remembered that Lucifer had 21 wounds on his body.

It's terrible, Satara thought indifferently after finally condensing into a human form, so it's not enough, he needs more strength, he wants to get close to that angel.

why?

Because... he is a ray of light.