[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

The hall of the Temple of All Demons was brightly lit, and the demons lowered their voices to say unbearable jokes. Michael stared straight ahead as if he didn’t hear anything. Gabriel accompanied him to stare straight ahead indifferently. Uriel scanned the surrounding demons. Pressing his eyes with one hand, the eyeballs kept turning.Lucifer was not far in front of them and raised his glass to them. The order of the banquet was fairly good, at least no demons deliberately made things difficult for them.

But soon Michael knew why.

Lucifer put the wine glass on the table and signaled them to be quiet.He stood in the middle of the hall like an unknown mystery, with black hair hanging down, Michael suddenly realized that for this banquet, he was dressed relatively simply, and relied on aura to suppress everyone.His six wings flapped behind him, lights danced on the spread wings, and he said in the gentlest tone Michael had ever heard, "I want to make an announcement."

The demons collectively looked at Michael, as if waiting for Lucifer's order to start fighting.Michael swallowed, he felt that Lucifer didn't mean to say this, but he knew better that he couldn't guess what Lucifer wanted to say.

Lucifer chuckled and said, "Your queen is named Satara."

To be honest, upon hearing this sentence, Michael’s first reaction was to analyze the character image and personality traits of the other party to determine what the other party wanted to do. According to visual inspection, more than 80.00% of the people present did this, so there was no There was a great commotion, and Beelzebub immediately cooperated—he began to applaud.

The applause was very contagious. For a moment Michael almost thought he was watching a stage play with a curtain call. Lucifer smiled and looked around, his eyes full of threats.

So the demons fell silent.Silence is also very contagious.It's not that they don't want to react, it's that they really don't know how to react.How should you react when your boss gets married?Except suddenly or suddenly, the demons looked at each other, applauding seemed really silly, but now cheering is also silly, so they kept silent.

Michael's character analysis has reached a dead end.The recent actions of Lucifer really made him a little unpredictable. Although Lucifer has never been a very reliable person, a series of behaviors including going to heaven alone really hurt him internally.Lucifer turned the wine glass in his hand, and asked him with a half-smile tone: "What should the angel do at this time?"

It's time to raise the sword and call the devil to fight to the death... Michael stopped the answer that he almost blurted out in time, "Do you need my blessing, devil?"

Lucifer didn't answer, just smiled heartily.His black eyes sparkled with light, reminiscent of the scene where he stood in the temple and turned his head to smile at the Seraphim.Michael quickly looked away, and turned back after doing enough mental construction, "We have prepared a congratulatory gift."

"Thank you." Lucifer said lightly, Michael's hand twitched suddenly, Lucifer thanked?What happened in the past few days and why did Lucifer's character design collapse so badly?

But no matter how narcissistic he was, he would never think that Lucifer really thanked him.

They, a group of angels standing here, only explained one problem. It is God who recognizes all these things, and it is also God who truly blesses him.

The object of Lucifer's faint thanks at this time is the one many people think he hates the most, God.

After figuring this out, Michael didn't bother with this sentence of thanks anymore, he began to get tangled up in the relationship between Lucifer and God.Both of them are quite godlike, and the business rivalry between their peers vaguely reveals the meaning of falling in love and killing each other——Michael stopped in time and changed his god from "a bitter man/female second who watched his sweetheart get married and silently offered blessings" Freed from the character set, Lucifer showed him a smile of "how come your brain is so rich in activities", and left the table.

This is tantamount to throwing Michael and the others to a group of filthy demons who are staring at them.

Who is Lucifer?He is the devil.What he wants can never escape.

Satara stood in the corridor on the second floor, leaning against the window. He could not be seen from the hall on the first floor, and he could only hear the voice downstairs, every word of Lucifer, and at this moment His footsteps.The voice was so soft that it almost disappeared on the carpet, but he would never mistake his Master's voice.

"How?" Lucifer asked him with a smile, "Queen?"

"Do you really need this method?"

"When I think I need it, I will use all the means I can think of." Lucifer replied him gently, "I will not allow failure in this matter."

Gentle—this tone made Satara amused. "I'm not going to be offended by things like that. It's you who are bound by words like that."

"So you're not mad at me?"

"...You don't need to do this kind of thing. You need me to sleep with you and I will lie under you. You need me to love you and I will give you all my emotions. I will not pester you when you are tired. I am your slave."

"That's why I think it's not bad to do this." Lucifer raised his hand and stroked the back of his neck, as if he wanted to pick him up, just like a milk cat - Satara couldn't help thinking of Lu Sifer turned into a cat, and couldn't help laughing.

Lucifer: "..."

It's half a catty, it's all a brain tonic disease that needs to be treated.

"Forget it." He moved his hand away, turned around and pushed open the door, with his back to Satara so that Satara couldn't see his expression clearly, "Although I don't quite understand it, I'll teach you what it means love."

I teach you what is light.I teach you what a name is.I teach you what friendship is.I teach you what God is.

This time I will teach you what love is, and then you will have no chance to learn from others.

You can only be mine.

The demon king's black smile failed to reach Satara, and the silver-gray fallen angel followed him into the room. Lucifer sat on the bed, patted the place beside him, "Come here."

Satara understood what he meant.Before he walked over, he took off his shirt, revealing smooth muscle lines in front of Lucifer's eyes. He half-kneeled at his feet, kissed the back of his hand reverently, and bit his fair skin upwards. Lucifer pressed him on the bed, black and white. A flame he had never seen leaped in his eyes.

Lucifer's actions were much more urgent than last time.He wants him, he needs him—his kisses are so hot that it melts, and those black eyes are filled with a light he is all too familiar with, the light he has seen countless times in his own eyes and in the mirror .

I love you.

I want you.

The existence of Lucifer is like a curse to him, and he has been entangled with him from the very beginning of his life, and he will never forget it.

He stared at the man between breaths, wondering what he liked about him, but couldn't ask.Sweat dripped from Lucifer's face, and his eyes were wet with long-lost lust.

Lucifer.

When he opened his eyes and saw the world for the first time, the little angel frowned and asked him, "What's your name?"

Names, attributes, emotions.

He gave it to him.

"Hmm..." Satara hugged him, entangled his body tightly, like a snake strangling an apple tree - Lucifer kissed him comfortingly, and hugged him back with a smile, black and silver.

Their wings rub against each other.

"Actually, I had a crush on you when I was young." Lucifer said in a low voice, deliberately creating a sense of mystery, "When I was very young... um... I was so small that I didn't even know what falling in love was. Anyway, just Not long after the creation of the world."

Satara felt so intuitive that he couldn't continue asking, but Lucifer had already said, "Because... a ball of light in the dark is really beautiful..."

Such a naive reason must have been when I was very, very, very young.

"Then I was preached by the Lord." Lucifer shrugged, "The reason is that no matter what the emotion is, don't use such a mentally retarded sentence to describe it, at least add a rhetoric."

Satara buried her face in his shoulder, couldn't breathe with a smile, "Is that the reason?"

"I've always thought that Mephisto is an example of being too well educated." Lucifer deliberately said in a childish tone, "I don't understand what Uncle Mephisto said!"

Satara grabbed his arm tightly to suppress a smile.Lucifer held his face in his hands, and said as if he had discovered a new toy, "You look pretty when you smile."

"You really don't have to talk like that anymore..."

"Well, you look so good when you smile, I really want to write a poem, like—" Lucifer's voice was held down by Satara, and the silver-haired angel kissed his eyebrows and eyes, and sucked his lower lip.The silver light filled Lucifer's eyes, and the world was in chaos.

- "What's your name? Need help?"

——— "Who are you? Why do you want to save me?"

— "I don't have a name... what's your name?"

——— "I... I don't have a name, if you like, just pick one for me."

——"So, how about Satara? Well, it means Lucifer's contract... Well, if you don't like it, you can change it!"

——— "Then your name is Satara. The meaning of this name is Lucifer's contract... No matter why you save me, you can't escape."